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Swami’s notes
Note 1
Tantric sex basics 199
Note 2
Preparation of the body and mind for Tantra 219
Note 3
Beyond premature ejaculation 241
Note 4
Touch, breath and timing 249
Note 5
Therapy to truth in three easy steps 259
Note 6
Kissing 267
Note 7
The dark and the dangerous 271
Note 8
Meditation 291
Note 9
Chakras and kundalini 301
Swami at work
The phone buzzed. That was three times now. After the sixth, it
would go quiet and record a message.
I had slept enough … more than enough. This was the third
time this morning that I had dozed my way back to the depths
of sleep.
I admitted to myself that I was now awake and could answer it.
Squinting in the bright light to read what was probably the last
monochrome cellphone screen in history, I saw who was calling
and pushed the green button.
“Did I wake you up, Swami?” she asked. “You sound like you are
trying not to sound sleepy.”
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“Yes.”
“Where are you? How long will it take you to get here?” My feet
found resistance and pushed.
“I have eaten already, so not for me. Is there anything I can bring
you?”
“A Red Bull?”
My feet found the floor. “And I think the milk may be a little
old.” I looked suspiciously at the cat. It looked back, inscrutable.
“Nothing else.”
“OK Swami. See you in half an hour.” The phone made its end-
of-call bleep.
Standing now, I dropped the phone on the bed and got on with
my usual morning routine. By the time Wendy arrived, the pan
was warming for my omelette and the kettle had just boiled.
She drank a cup of green tea while I enjoyed chilli beans and fiercely
strong cheddar cheese wrapped in three eggs from celibate, but
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“Thank you.”
“You are welcome, Swami.” She smiled. “And anyway, all you have
to do this afternoon is the dummy thing.”
“Yes. She has had six sessions with you and another five with
me.”
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“She is too wild for that kind of close guidance. She is finding her
power and will probably need to be a bit irresponsible with it for
a while.”
“She likes strategy, and she has talent for it. Without even having
heard of Machiavelli or Miamoto, she has done quite well in her
career.”
Wendy grinned. “Not that much, and I will keep a close watch.
Anyway, you always say that it is OK for a yogini to ruin a few men
in the course of her learning.”
“No, Wendy. You forced them to reveal and be what they actually
are. They thought they were transcendent yogis but they had
layered that learning on a dodgy foundation of unexamined crap.
Like sugar …”
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“I’m not sure I really see the kindness in what happened. It had to
happen, of course, but …”
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“Of course. Uchidachi is itchy with his power, his youth, his
impetuosity and his zanshin. He attacks. Shidachi, older, wiser,
steadier, sometimes sneakier, absorbs the attack and kills or holds
the threat of death over Uchidachi, who either dies or backs off
very carefully, sheathing his sword.”
If they can get into what they overlooked, all their higher learning
could still come into play.”
“Not likely.” She frowned. “But I suppose they do have the option,
if not the spirit.”
“Meaning?”
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“I see what you mean. Yes. She does have a predatory capacity but
she looks more playful than nasty to me.” She shrugged. “Maybe
there is some risk but she is worth it, I think.”
“Every now and then.” She smiled. “Her urge for the transcendent
is weak at present but it is developing.”
“Her feminine?”
“OK, then. I will try to be a good dummy for her. Let’s turn her on
and see how she lights up.”
I laughed and then stopped when it looked as if she was not joining
in. “Sure I could do better. That was just between us, Wendy.”
She frowned. “And what is all this worry about possibly creating a
wild dakini? You love wild dakinis.”
“I do, and I love free ones at least as much.” I hit her with a smile
that was, despite my years, still devastatingly charming. It was
spectacular in its complete failure to have any noticeable effect.
“So why?”
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“I just wanted to make space for raising even little concerns, if you
had any. I like her, but my intuition is not in your class. I wanted
your most uncensored opinion.”
“Um … I suppose not. But it was good to hear where you think
she is at. Thank you.”
Making herself another cup of tea, she asked, “How is the book
coming along?”
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“Yes”. I pointed at the cat. “In much the same way as that godless
killing machine is natural.”
“You leave Kitty Kali out of this,” she said as the godless killing
machine purred in agreement. “It had to be told, though. Those
realisations were seriously important to me.”
“Ooh …” Her gaze and her eyelids lowered. She smiled. “I look
forward to reading it.”
“I will email the first draft when I have finished It. It will be
soon.”
“One more?”
“For the introduction. I have the lecture part, but I would like a
somewhat fictionalised story, as I do for the chapters.”
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“It is pretty much always the first thing I tell a student …” I started
to protest.
She nodded and interrupted. “I get it, Swami, but I do think the
book as a whole will manage that just fine. There is no particular
reason to scare your beloved readers off right at the beginning.”
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Tantra is …
So, not political truth: that which is left after plausible deniability
has been deducted,
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The word Tantra means ‘to weave’. Tantrikas weave the spiritual
teachings of the enlightened, known as “threads” (sutras) into a
coherent, personal and practical philosophy. Passive acceptance of
a point of view, of a belief system, is not at all useful.
Tantra requires that you make intense and deliberate effort and
that you strongly support your own progression of awareness.
The practices and methods of authentic Tantra are designed to
facilitate the discovery and acceptance of truth as it is, however
uncomfortable it may appear.
The first task of any teacher of Tantra is to scare you off the idea
altogether. This is a compassionate measure designed to spare
those without the calling, saving them considerable effort, pain
and time.
Tantra is also known as the Path of Bliss, the Lightning Path and
the Royal Road.
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Bliss, because pleasures and pains are embraced, not avoided. Bliss
is the integration, the encompassing acceptance, of life’s pleasure
and suffering as one suchness.
Pasha (those in a noose) are the good citizens: the 90% of people
that believe “what everyone knows” and follow their leaders. It is
automatic for them to accept the guidelines and restrictions they
are given.
They have always been exploited by each other and the other
classes of humanity. They are the predated upon: the sheep.
Even Neo-Tantra can be bad for them. Gains in terms of the sexual
pleasure they experience and their awareness of (and reactivity
to) cultural restraint are not necessarily a good thing. The nooses
of sexual addiction and of alternative, fringe and revolutionary
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Some are lone wolves. Most prefer the protection and herding
capabilities of the pack. They form packs – gangs of all kinds:
professional associations, corporations, governments, armies,
mafias and fraternities.
It is hard for virya to give, love or share when they cannot see an
immediate advantage in it. Many choose to stay in the shallows
of their experience when they find that the depths have costs that
money cannot meet.
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Some are wilder, more exploratory. They explore ideas from Tolle
to the Tirthankaras, practices from Mantak Chia to Caroline Myss,
attitudes from science to shamanism and drugs, from alcohol to
ayahuasca.
When things go well, they find their way through a few mazes,
get over being amazed, and develop a more insistent approach to
things. They develop the willingness to face their shadow aspects
in more than theory. They develop the courage and willingness to
face their own depths.
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The tantric path starts at the edge of a cliff. This book should not
be able to push you over that edge but there is an edge, and this
book is designed to tempt you towards it.
Once over that edge, however rough, rocky and horrible the
truth of your experience may seem to you, however dark and
disillusioning it may become, it is basically impossible to ever
again retreat into unawareness.
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Commentary
Wendy sat back from the screen. “Actually, I quite like it, Swami,
although it is not exactly a conventional introduction.”
“Conventional?”
“Every Tantra book I have come across belabours that to the point
of boringness. I am not writing specifically for beginners, and I
don’t like to repeat what is more or less common knowledge.”
“I think they will be fine. If they don’t like it, I hope it won’t turn
them off the topic entirely. I think it is those who have some
experience and are widely read that will have a tougher time.”
“The full cup thing – because they are full of ideas beyond their
own experience?”
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She laughed, but I failed to get the joke. She chuckled her way
through her explanation. “Swami, your whole teaching is rooted
in Advaita which is the highest philosophy. You are a teacher of
yoginis and dakinis who are Goddesses incarnate and you are
delightfully tricky in the extreme. ‘Not your thing’ indeed.”
After she laughed a bit more, I tried again. “This is a book, and I’m
not trying to give anything like a full exposition of our ways, and
wouldn’t want to, even if I could.”
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Chapter 1
I sat and left the engine idling to keep the air conditioner going. I
wondered what I was doing here.
This Tantra fellow had been different. Clearly wigged out, but,
weirdly, he had seemed to make sense every now and then.
“So what would you rather start with?” she had asked. “Top-down,
or bottom-up?”
“You know. The two ways he said they work with beginners.”
“Err … no …”
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“Seriously?”
“Yes,” she said, “except when there are things that are erotic but
not mutually … interesting.”
We were silent for a while after that. Belinda seemed lost in her
thoughts. Or in wondering what I was thinking.
And, I was thinking. Could there be anything I was hot for, but
not yet aware of? Could there be … something that she would not
be into at all?
She looked at me, startled, frowned, then said “What are you
doing with your face?”
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“Second thoughts?”
“Try this for crude,” she said, putting her hand on my crotch
and squeezing insistently. The car lurched for a moment before I
regained control over it but not over my erection. I moaned, and
risked closing my eyes for a moment as lust swept over me.
We drove the rest of the way home with no words. She kept
squeezing and stroking me with one hand, and touched herself
with the other. I did my best to get us home alive, really fast.
We did not even make it into the bedroom and when she came, just
after me, she shook with such an intensity that I wondered for a
moment if she had perhaps been faking it on previous occasions.
So, I was here for ‘bottom up’ work. Challenging the mind’s views
of love, intimacy and so on with direct, intimate, loving touch.
My question thus answered, I got out of the car into the hot
Johannesburg summer air and crossed the road.
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Sex is the lowest form of love. Being the lowest, most fundamental
form of love, it is the easiest to start with. Having gained awareness
of what love is, at this admittedly low level, we can then aspire to
its higher expressions.
Osho said:
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Q2: What is the difference between tantric sex and regular sex?
They can do wonderful things for men too. I have heard of a paper
which documented research on a tantric technique by an accepted,
highly qualified academic. She had explored its use as a cure for
premature ejaculation and erectile dysfunction. On average, it
took just two sessions to heal these conditions. The paper was
rejected as unacceptable on account of pleasure being involved in
the treatment process.
For male troubles, the medics have blue pills. For vaginismus,
they inject toxins of botulism into the vaginal muscles. This
kills the nerves to the muscles of the yoni. The circumvention
of the woman’s natural defence mechanism is then regarded as a
successful cure. She can now be entered at will.
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For both sexes, the medics have ‘cosmetic’ (that word really needs
to be in quotes) interventions.
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This is why the chakras and other subtle and etheric phenomena
are often described as having particular colours and notes.
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Seven sessions
Belinda had been gone for three weeks now, much longer than
either of us had expected.
What was supposed to have been a simple family visit had become
complicated. The day after she visited her great aunt, the old bat
promptly left this world for wherever people go when they die.
They had never been very close but her last contact with the old
woman had touched Belinda deeply. She had extended her stay so
that she could attend the funeral.
At my first session, I was nervous. All jumps and twitches. She kept
reminding me to breathe, to feel into the sensations and not to shy
away from them. Unrelentingly, she kept touching and caressing,
pressing my increasingly frazzled nerves to accept an overload of
delicious but screamingly intense, and sometimes, I had to admit,
frightening sensations.
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At the end of the second session, I shared that fear with her. She
laughed, and said “Of course. Completely natural. Sweet of you to
mention it. Don’t worry.”
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road, parked and sat there, feeling this wonderful new intensity of
sensation and loving it.
It was only at the end of that session that I realised she had not
touched me at all. For the first hour or so, we had done a naked
gazing, in which I had slipped again into the all-lovingness I had
first felt a few days before, with the steering wheel.
This was nothing at all like my usual basic and functional habit
of masturbation. I found that I could play my body’s energy like
a musical instrument.
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After repeating this three times, my hot lusty energy abated and
was replaced by a suffusion of contentment. I noticed too that my
lingam was contentedly semi-flaccid and I had not ejaculated. I
felt deeply at peace.
“That is called the draw,” she had informed me. “Sharing your
orgasms into your whole body instead having just a genital
sneeze.”
I realised that when Belinda got back, she was going to be more
than a little surprised. Fortunately, she already liked candles and
incense.
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Chapter 2
Exploring eroticism
The ironmonger
Just like most weeks, except when the hangover was bad, or
postponed altogether by staying drunk.
We shook, and she held onto my hand while she spoke. “We have a
design we would like you to make for us.” She let my hand go and
continued without pause. “My husband …” I waved in the guy’s
direction who returned a “Hi” and a friendly smile but no name,
“… has drawn something up.”
This was all happening just a little too fast for my recovering
brain. Is she on caffeine or cocaine? I wondered, a little resentful
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The design was a bit strange but not bad if one was making the
thing out of wood. I work in iron. There was a double rail all
around, when a single one would provide all the strength that
could be wished for. The angled bracing of the legs was excessive
and the two extra legs at the sides were completely redundant.
Maybe they were looking for a carpenter. I said so.
The one with the name … Leigh, looked at me seriously and said
“We saw a bed you made at the roadside market. It would not last
us a week. Last month we broke a bed which was custom-made
for us from old teak railway sleepers.” Her features flashed into
an angry glare and her voice was fierce. “I have had enough of
sleeping on a mattress on the floor.”
“Ok, ok.” I looked away from the pretty–angry face and turned the
drawing towards the guy. His nervousness at the moment of her
anger had been palpable, but he recovered quicker than I did and
stepped closer.
I put the diagram down on the table I had been rubbing, where
we could both look at it. “Let me show you what I mean. You want
two box-section beams running all around, and they are each
what, like …”
“Tube for the second rail, maybe.” He was all seriousness. She had
wandered off and was looking around the workshop. “But the
box section frame, a cross underneath, a central leg and the legs
on the centre of the sides are essential, otherwise any board we
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use will sag. Bracing just the head and foot underneath would be
insufficient …”
I interrupted him. “Maybe a 5cm angle iron for the base, if you
need serious strength.” I paused, and glanced back but she was
apparently no longer listening. “But it would be very heavy. The
rail is totally unnecessary and so is the bracing.”
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She tapped her short, clean, sharp fingernail on the paper to keep
our attention there and continued. “The rail is useful bracing
for forces in all directions but it is more necessary than that for
…” She peered closer in the tricky light, studying the diagram,
bending further over the table.
Her ideas on the look and finish were not my kind of thing at all.
No, she did not want me to give it a bit of colour, a glow or some
sparkle. Ugly leaden grey with industrial black grime was specified.
Even my suggestion of antique twists of wrought iron work was
rebuffed. “That would compromise on rigidity, which you know
is important to me.”
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She leaned close to me and winked, then turned away and headed
for my desk. Looking back at me over her shoulder, her hair backlit
and aglow, angelic, she said “Good. I hope you understand this big
word then: Negotiability.”
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The first and most important thing to realise about your eroticism
is that there is no sense at all in avoiding it. It is driven by whatever
part of your mind is subconscious in that moment. Many of the
body’s controls and responses are managed by subconscious
aspects, especially sexual arousal.
It is unlikely that you will find your true and natural urges and
inclinations by simply dropping the trained-in cultural bias. It’s
the same as when steering a sliding car, it is necessary to apply
counter-steering. Not as a permanent attitude but for just as long
as it works, meaning that your experience brings you deeper
awareness and dispels illusion. After that, your desires and
inclinations will have less to do with what your mind borrowed
from the culture, and will have more to do with you and your
flowering.
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The blue light has never flashed when food was actually delivered
but the dog responds to the blue light by salivating. Pavlov
experimented to discover how many layers of false associations a
dog’s brain takes to be ‘real’. His answer: Seven.
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If one got stuck, if one found a statue that had an allure, one could
meditate on it, and perhaps get through that particular scenario. If
not, perhaps someone gorgeous would come along and meditate
on the same statue …
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Heavy metal
I said it would take the rest of the week to make the monstrosity. I
stuck by that, somehow, agreeing to deliver it on Friday afternoon.
Clearly, for this alluring but scary young woman, instant
gratification was just never fast enough.
“But you will, darling,” she said, turning to her pretty companion.
He was suddenly at her side, attentive.
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Chapter 3
Totality in relationships
An infidelity
“But, darling, I am not angry with you. Well, not furious, anyway,
not anymore. Whatever you did with J is really between you two.
None of my business.”
“But I lied to you.” She was sobbing in my arms, the stress of her
confession being a lot harder for her than for me. I had already
had a night out with a bottle of tequila and the supportive
companionship of a good friend.
“Yes. I was angry about that.” I was still, let us say, somewhat angry
about that.
“Yes. That would have been why,” I answered. The cheating, lying,
sneaky …
“No.”
Her tears miraculously ceased to flow, her eyes shone bright and
alert. She sat up and set her face into the mask I had come to know
as strategic.
“You mean it doesn’t bother you that I got so intimate with J?”
She paused. I waited. I figured there was more of the question to
come. There was. “We did things that you and I have not done …”
I possibly did not want to hear too much detail, so I interrupted.
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“Gorgeous poetry.”
We played the steady gaze game. Usually, I lost, but not this time.
Just a few seconds, and she glanced down.
“On the other hand, J is more adventurous than you and is more
exciting, more excited and more interested …”
She gave this time to sink in. It did sink in. Somewhat painfully.
Life with me had been rough for her, these last few years. Mostly,
she had been at home with her mother, her mother’s maid and
our young children for company. A far cry from her previous life,
surrounded by the fawning admirers any sexy young actress has to
tolerate as part of her job.
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“Your life, I have heard, is unexciting and dull. You miss the
attention. You miss having to fall in love with a new leading man
on each production.”
“About half right.” Her voice was silky soft. “It is not so much that
attention that I miss though. I miss your attention.”
“Bullshit. You never get home before sunset. You eat and then you
drink beer and watch TV. Then you fall asleep. In the morning,
you vanish.”
“I work hard. That is why my salary has doubled each year for the
last four years. We do have weekends and holidays. We do have
time together. We have money. Maybe even enough money …”
“Well, it is just not enough for me. I want you more than that.
I think you want me more than that too.” She looked at me,
pleadingly, hungrily. She dug her fingernails deep into my inner
thigh. An explosion of pain and erotic heat rushed through me.
I looked at her in surprise. She looked deep into my eyes and
inquired “Is it enough for you?”
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“But what about you?” I gasped. “Don’t fight me,” she said.
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I have come across teachers with all sorts of views on how tantrikas
should practice and what their sexual lifestyles should look like.
Some advocate communality and others, celibacy. Some teach
Tantra for couples while others insist that Tantra for couples is like
flower arranging for rottweilers.
Practise with what life presents you with. Your current eroticism is
your primary guide. Where you are is where your journey begins.
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I took him for a little walk, so that we could talk in private. I urged
him to take some responsibility for his feelings in the matter. If his
sex life was inadequate, I suggested, he should rather make use of
the local brothel. I helped him explore this notion, unpleasant to
him though it was.
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Hot monogamy
“You insist on the monogamy rules for me, break them for
yourself, and then get me to sacrifice a career that was, by the
way, looking very respectable. In exchange, I get to live with you
and our children. Is that the extent of your demands, terrorist?”
Perhaps that is a little harsh, I thought to myself. No matter. She
appeared completely unruffled by my accusation.
“Oh no, dear. It is just the beginning. We are taking a week away
together at Oom B’s, so I can explain.” She smiled at me warmly,
her beautiful features unmarred by her villainy. “I am sorry if you
are upset.”
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“I … I … I …” I gave up.
Settling into the place, turning on water and gas, stocking the
fridge and the other little chores went smoothly and quickly. This
time there was no need to continually prevent two young children
from returning to the wild, where they thought they belonged and
probably did. There was even time for a shower and change of
clothes before nightfall, although it was hardly necessary after the
easy four-hour drive.
We lit paraffin and gas lamps, sat on the stoep, shared a joint of the
local veldtwak and enjoyed the sounds of the wild. It was hard to
stay resentful in that setting. I relaxed a bit.
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“Funny you should mention it. That is kind of what I brought you
out here to discuss.”
She raised her small glass. I did likewise. She proposed: “To the
heat, the passion and the lust that is the symptom of our love.”
Our eyes locked. We drank.
“It was fancy and a bit dramatic, I know, but I do mean it,” she
said.
“Glad you liked it.” She kept eye contact and smoothly transitioned
her features from lovingly open to seriously intent. “I do hope you
are going to like what I brought you out here for. Before I suggest
our solution, let me outline our problem.”
“Ok.” I felt very set up but happy to be set up. Happy to shut up
for a while, too.
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“Good.” She sat back, took a swig of her shandy and, as we used to
say in the sixties, laid it on me.
“I, on the other hand, can’t, at present anyway, enjoy more than
one man at a time. I have your permission, blessing and even your
encouragement to explore other loves if I so wish, but … I have to
fall out of love with you to be open to anyone else. Then I have to
fall out of love with them to get back with you.”
“I did not enjoy having to get grumpy with you so that I could
enjoy J, or A, or W … or … well, you get the idea. The emotional
strain of doing that every time takes all the fun out of the game.”
I had time to consider this while she fetched more cans of beer and
lemonade from the gas-powered fridge. Topping up our glasses,
she continued her description of our predicament.
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I discovered that I was not breathing, and gasped for air. She
looked at me, expecting comment. I choked on the air and
coughed. Realising that I was currently incapable of speech, she
smiled warmly, took a sip of her shandy and continued.
“We will have a lot more time together from now on. There are
several hours each day with no children in the house.”
I considered this. She was right, there would be time. Lots of time
for … whatever I wanted?
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“It would mean that you do your honest best for my satisfaction,
within your abilities. Even if you think something I want you to
do is childish, silly or indulgent. Even if you find it difficult or
judge it strange. The way I see it is that I am responsible for asking
for what I want, and I must take the risk of wanting things you
might judge …”
“Or, more likely perhaps, things that you might judge yourself for
wanting,” I managed.
She beamed, and exclaimed delightedly “Yes. You get it! You do
raise a bit of an issue though …” She frowned in concentration
for a moment then brightened once again. “Well, if we agree that
anything at all may be worth exploring, we could try things just
to see. We need to give each other permission without judgement.
Freedom to try things even just to check that they are indeed
wrong, perverse or horrible.”
“Well … no …”
“How about we give it a try and see how things go?” she
suggested.
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“We have six days here. I suggest that for three days, your wish is
my command, and then we switch for the next three days.” She
grinned wickedly. “My three days.”
I thought about this for a while. A very short while. “OK. And,
yes, beloved, I definitely have a lot of good use I would like to put
you to.” What I had said was true, but not at all expressive of what
I wanted of her, if her offer was honestly meant … I decided to
start over.
“Sorry. I would like to express myself a bit more clearly. Right now,
tonight, I want to fuck you with no regard or concern for your
pleasure or preference. I want to come in you or on you as many
times as I like … and then have you suck me gently to sleep.”
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“I know you are angry with me, and I want to make things up to
you. I want you to make me yours again, after where … where I
have been.”
She dipped her eyes shyly, sipped at her shandy, then dazzled me
with her most radiant smile.
“Would you like me ashamed and very, very sorry, perhaps with
protested innocence, yet utterly yielding,
She formed her face into a picture of hurt innocence. With wide
eyes and a slight tremble to her lower lip, she said “I did some
bad things, but … it is not fair to blame me.” My heart melted. I
fell in love. She leaned closer to me and touched my cheek with
a delicate, yielding softness and said, “I had to … I couldn’t help
it and couldn’t stop it. I want to make it up to you. I will try and
do anything you want, but please, please … don’t hurt me too
much.”
The sweet, contrite darling. Of course I would never hurt her. I felt
another surge of lust, and was a little shocked at my eagerness to
take advantage of this vulnerability. Suddenly, I wanted to order
that beautiful, sweet, delicate mouth to open wide, and as for
those protectively crossed legs …
“Or.”
She ran her hands through her hair, dragging strands of it forward,
over her face. She gave her head a quick shake, which threw most
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but not all of her hair back. A few untidy wisps curled in towards
the corners of her mouth.
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“Well, to start, I think, for tonight at least, I would like the hungry
slut.”
She stood up in front of me, legs spread, and took my hand. She
guided it under her skirt and pressed it between her legs and said,
“There is something I would like you to notice, just in case you
have any doubts about what is real for me. Only a really hungry
slut could be this wet. Only a desperate one would bring it to your
attention.” She curled her hand over mine, pushing my fingers
inside her and leaned back, closing her eyes. “Mmm … more
please,” she sighed. She pulled my hand hard against her, grinding
and driving my fingers into her depths.
“You seem so sincere, and you do taste good. I wonder how deep
you will go in this performance. Stand up.” She did. “Turn around.”
She did. “Spread your legs.” They trembled. “Hands on the floor
please … legs further apart. Walk your hands a little back. Tilt
your arse up. Higher … higher … good. Hold that pose now. No
moving.”
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wore panties. I flipped her skirt over her back, revealing the cutest
pink dot of an anus and a wonderfully engorged, pouting cunt.
I pressed my right hand into the centre of her slipperiness and
fanned my fingertips, sliding them slowly and steadily back and
forth from her clitoris to her anus. Light at the clit, through the
softest wetness, then heavier over her little button of an anus,
which contracted reflexively as each fingertip went over it. Her
legs shook violently and almost buckled. I stopped the stroking.
She gasped an apology. I slapped her bum lightly a few times,
adding emphasis to my words.
“You want to be fucked but you wobble all over the place before
I have even felt inside you. And what a sight you are. Dripping
wet and your cunt is actually gaping. Be still a moment. Very still
… yes. I can put a finger inside you without even touching the
sides.”
I curled my finger until it touched the wall of her vagina. She held
firm but panted heavily. I circled my fingertip slowly around the
hollow cavity, commenting as I went.
“I think I will fuck you, beloved. To convince me, just keep still
and do not come for the next minute or so.”
Three fingers slid easily into her. I curled them in turn over her G
spot and the ridges surrounding it, keeping an intense rhythm.
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She moaned deeply and tried to stand up. I pushed her back down.
“No. Stay in this pose.” I had my hands on her buttocks, spreading
her to better see the agitation of her orifices.
She whimpered, raised her bum higher, pivoted her heels outward,
straining herself wide open. “Please fuck me. Please …”
I played with her nipples while I told her that I was enjoying her
very much indeed, that her heat was truly delicious, and that I had
never wanted to fuck her as much as I did at this moment.
“But,” I said, stroking from her nipples to her throat, “to do that
right now would be a waste. I want to be able to fuck you deep and
long, without such urgency.” I stroked my fingers past her throat,
to her mouth. I pressed her lips apart with the pad of my thumb.
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“Use your hands and your mouth. Don’t hold back or try to pace
me. Get me to come as soon as reasonably possible and …” I
hesitated and nearly chickened out, then firmed my resolve, and
demanded, “… and make sure you swallow every drop.”
Six days later, we returned home very much married, very much in
love, very interested in our future together, and very, very tired.
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It was strange for her to have images of young girls and particularly
their plain cotton panties coming to mind when she was making
love or masturbating. The most disturbing thing was how
absolutely, fabulously hot she felt at those moments, how intense
and, well, thorough her orgasms had become since these troubling
images came along.
She confirmed it with her words. “I love you, you wicked, bad, bad
man.” She melted into her horniness.
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They made love for the second time that afternoon. She had used
the bidet after their earlier bout, so she was a little surprised at how
wet and open she was. Unusually, there was no pain or discomfort.
Her orgasm happened easily with no bruising pounding required.
It was also disturbingly intense.
Afterwards, they cuddled until the sun went down and his taxi
arrived to take him to the airport. Shortly after he had left, she felt
the familiar shame and despised herself for feeling it. It was harder
to ignore than usual. She despised herself for that too.
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Time is not truly a linear progression, say the quantum and more
modern physicists. They also say that each moment has parallel
moments in which everything that can happen does happen. All
possibilities happen – a branching of realities like the endless
budding of coral. Looking backward in time, there is a branching
of the multiple probable pasts which could have given rise to this
moment. Looking forward, there is a branching of futures which
could follow from this moment.
The past can be revisited. Whatever was resisted at the time can be
accepted. Acceptance removes the effect of the resistance between
the time it happened and the present. The effect on the body and
mind of the intervening period of pain, hurt and resistance is
retroactively removed.
The potential pasts and futures of any moment all have varying
degrees of probability.
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When she was around four years old, I would return from work
in winter, park my motorcycle and take off my helmet and gloves.
My hands would be cold, but not unpleasantly so, to me. When my
daughter ran to me squealing delightedly that “daddy is home”, I
would pick her up, hands encircling her waist and say, “What have
I got?” She would wriggle in my hands, shiver, gasp at the sudden
chill and stutter “c-c- (gasp) c-c-cold hands.” I would put her
down, not wanting to hug her to my cold hard bike leathers. She
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Consider it likely that you will discover things you would rather
not know. Things that you once needed to forget.
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The next morning, she called her salon and made an appointment
for a waxing on Tuesday afternoon. “First time?” inquired
beautician Marcie. “Yes, and I am scared. It is time to do the legs
again anyway and I’m not sure I can handle this as well, all at
once.”
Marcie cut her short. “Not him. His nurse does the needling. Just
a few little pricks. Then you pop down in the lift, and we wax you
while everything is comfortably numb. How does that sound?”
Marcie was as good as her word. The waxing was painless, and
the few little pricks were no trouble either. The bill was a little
frightening though, with the extras costing much more than the
actual waxing. On Tuesday evening she was home, relaxing with a
hot chocolate, flipping DSTV channels while she caught up with
some work on her laptop.
By Thursday, the slight rash had cleared up and her pubes (yes, that
is what she called them to herself) were smooth and interestingly
sensitive. Inspection in her hand mirror was at first a shock. She
had not seen herself like this since she was … eleven or so. For a
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A virgin, she thought, and blushed deeply, feeling the heat of it,
and hearing the beat of her heart.
Suddenly, she felt herself and the bath water to be dirty, got out
and mopped up the spilled water with spare towels. She stepped
into the shower cubicle and rinsed off the water but not the dirty
feeling.
She got into bed, curled up tight, hugged her legs and cried herself
to sleep.
The next morning, she was up and about, full of energy, and
feeling happy. She explained the happiness to herself as being on
account of her lover coming to town for another weekend. She
remembered his grin, the way he had grabbed and squeezed her
crotch. She considered getting her high-tech vibrator out, but
somehow she felt too good, too much aglow to masturbate.
His flight landed on time. She popped the boot, he swung his bag
and briefcase in. He slid himself into the car and they kissed. The
kiss lasted until they became aware of the hooting behind them.
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“Is that what has your motor running so hot?” he asked, then
without a pause for her reply, “Barry & Long, I think, the main
branch in the city.”
They left the shop all smiles and chuckles. “I think we disturbed
those poor people a bit,” she said, faux-serious. “The manager
nearly popped when you asked for a student discount.”
“It may have been because they saw you just about raping me in
the dressing room.”
They kissed and fondled at every traffic light on the way out of
the city, causing much hooting and even a little road rage in their
wake. Half an hour on the freeway passed in a blur of speed and
erotic tension.
She was softly stroking the swollen front of his pants, driving one-
handed, and managing the conversation with nothing more than
the occasional grunt from him. He kept his hand on her thigh
but was fearful of turning her on any more than she so obviously
already was.
Back at her apartment the door slammed closed behind them, bags
hit the floor and clothing followed. She ran naked into the lounge
and threw herself backwards onto the large Chesterfield couch.
His eyes glazed over, mesmerised by her extreme nakedness. He
came close, cupped her buttocks, and knelt over her, to inspect
this wonder more closely. “No,” she insisted. “Fuck me now.”
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“Um, er, yes, young lady,” he managed while he looked her over.
“Quite right. Just stand there, just where you are for a bit, if you
please.”
She tapped twice with one foot, conveying impatience and waited
for his eyes to reach hers. She looked at him seriously from behind
her glasses. “Is there a problem, Sir?”
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“Oh, you poor man. Have you broken something?” she inquired,
her voice still high and sweet in pitch.
“No, but it was a close thing. The Minister of Safety should look
into trouser design.” He struggled to his feet, rearranged his pants
and hugged her to him, lifting her off the floor.
A spasm of shock shot through her body, her spine stiffened into
complete rigidity. The flask and cup clattered to the polished
wooden floor. “No Grandpa!” she squealed, in a voice pitched
high with stress.
They both froze in silence, not even drawing breath while time
passed, and then, while more time passed. His fingers still rested
on her tenderness. He started to take them away. She said “No.
Don’t stop. Please touch me.”
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She curled up tight on his lap, and sobbed pitifully while he gently
continued to stroke her increasingly slippery clitoris and labia. As
her orgasm overwhelmed her she noticed that he was crying too.
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Chapter 5
The pervert
A few years ago, I visited my friend the pervert. I call him a friend,
because he is friendly. I call him a pervert, because that is how
he regarded himself at the time of this story. His name is not
important. I will call him “G”.
Now, he was approaching middle age and had been married for
around fifteen years to a lovely woman I will call “S”. He was
wildly flirtatious but nonetheless more monogamous than most.
Nothing much had come of his promising beginnings as a pervert,
it seemed. After catching up on the ten or more years since we had
last seen each other, I asked him about that.
“G, you puzzle me. Forgive me for saying so, but I know you to be
more edgy, dare I say perverse, than most people. Not to criticise,
just, I find myself wondering what became of all that?”
He laughed a little strained laugh and said: “I was never all that
much into doing most of the stuff that I talked about. It was
interesting, even fascinating sometimes, but not very erotic.” He
paused, and I noticed a severe tension in him.
Words squeezed out quietly from behind his tense lips. “Most of it,
all of it really. Only the one thing.” I waited for further comment,
or grammatical clarification.
“For me, there is just one thing that I have always wanted, and
never done. Everything else was just a side issue. Only one thing.”
G paused, and looked a little embarrassed.
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He hung his head in shame. “It isn’t like that for me. It is torture.
Whenever me and S get it on, I am usually thinking, What if I now
put it in her bum instead …” He trailed off into an embarrassed
silence, gave me a soulfully pleading look, and then just sat there.
I was busy keeping all signs of mirth off my features. I did well
but could not keep the warmth of humour out of my voice. “You
think that it is bad? … You have never done it?” He nodded, or
more accurately, he shrugged his head down deeper between his
shoulders. He looked pitiful. Miserable.
That was too much for my self-control. I laughed, and enjoyed the
laughing. His face reddened as he retreated from discomfort into
anger. “I couldn’t care less what the youngsters are up to. And I
don’t get how this is funny. What I feel is not normal, and it is not
a road I want to go down.”
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“No. Leo X, I think it was. As to dirty – well sure there are some
aesthetic and dietary guidelines that are good to follow, but a
healthy anus is, bacterially speaking, a lot less dangerous than a
healthy mouth. Medical fact.”
“Yes, a few times. Sure. It really is not that big a deal.” His mouth
had relaxed now, his jaw hung loose. “Really, G,” I persisted. “Talk
to S about it. You have been married a while. Maybe she would
welcome a little variety.”
“You think …”
“Yes. It isn’t likely that S chose you without noticing your somewhat
extreme interests. I don’t even want to ask what kind of porn you
are into these days, now that there is the internet.”
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He nodded and I continued. “It just isn’t likely that S chose you,
out of her considerable range of choice, and has had a more or less
happy time with you for this long and isn’t actually compatible
with you.”
“You think … but what about, you know, pain and … shit?” His
features flickered between disgust and a hungry look.
“There are ways to do things right, and condoms, but from what
I hear few people even bother to find out and it works out mostly
all right for them.”
“Well, one way to give her a preview of how anal sex will feel and
check that the passage is clear, without entering the anus with
anything at all, is you …” I proceeded to give him more or less the
suggestions you will find in note 7 of this book and which would,
at this point, be a diversion.
It was a few months later that I next saw G. His first words to me
were, “You bastard. You fucked up my life.”
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Some wrong ideas persist, particularly around left hand and right
hand paths (there is no such thing) and debates over whether
tantric texts should be taken literally or allegorically when they
describe sexual techniques. Until Osho, Barry Long and Margot
Anand, most Western writing on Tantra was severely limited in
its understanding of the intent, method and approach involved in
worthwhile practice.
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Initiates had a really tough time of this. Some would vomit up the
meat and wine.
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When clearing a log jam, one first looks for and identifies the most
obstructive logs, those that are key to the interlocking. Dynamite
is then placed and detonated to loosen things up.
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Start small.
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Use your intelligence and respect the intent of the exercise. Keep
your taboo-breaking private and secret. The point is to free your
own mind, not to shock anyone else’s. Confronting the culture by
breaking its taboos is not useful to you or to the culture.
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Once outside I said, “Are you angry, G? Do you want to hit me?”
“No, and I guess it’s not really you. It is … worrying is not the right
word. Broken, maybe …” He looked remarkably alive to me. The
only trouble was that his eyes held a great tension, or rather, did
not manage to hold the tension and kept flickering about. I sensed
a storm of confusion in the depths of his brain.
“Aah, shit.” With this ineloquent start to his reply, he had the grace
to blush, very red indeed. I was impressed. Never had I known
or thought that this fellow could blush. “Something has seriously
changed. I am thinking the weirdest thoughts, and feeling the
strangest things. Everything I have based my life on keeps coming
into question … and I don’t have any answers for myself.”
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“It’s not that. Or maybe it was that. I had the most intense, almost
painfully swollen erection of my life. My crash helmet was so
stretched that …”
He resumed his story. “When it came time to enter her bum, I was
shaking and sweating. In the hottest lust I have ever felt. Intense,
man. It was really hard to be steady enough to be gentle.”
“She laughed a lot. She said some of it was really strange, but really
nice. But that is not what I am trying to tell you.”
“Sorry.”
“So, all that horniness, all that build-up, and then I did it. And that
is when everything went strange on me.”
“Well, the first thing that happened is that I didn’t come straight
away. I was sure I was going to be exploding on entry. I told you I
was really horny and so on the edge …”
“Yes, yes G, you did. So the sensations, the experience itself was a
bit different from what you had imagined?”
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fuck! After a while, I even tried fucking her hard. It did nothing
for me, and S said to go easier. Like fucking a cloud, man …” his
voice trailed off, lost in reverie.
“That doesn’t sound too terrible. It sounds like you found more or
less the real of it,” I commented cheerfully. That earned me a glare
and a meaningful pause.
“I have tried to work this out. It was nothing like what I expected,
but now I’m not even so sure what it was that I expected. And
now, there seem to be consequences. Nasty consequences.”
“Ok, G, I hear you, and yes, I was pretty sure that this would rock
your world a bit. You knew that too, I think. It seems to have hit
you a bit harder than I expected.”
“No. Not in any detail. In general terms, I suspect you have just
found out more about your life than you really wanted to know.”
“Yes. Like that. Nasty. Do you know why I got married? Never
mind that. Do you know why I worked at getting good school
marks, attended Mass, cut my hair, owned a dog … all of it? So
much of my life arranged just so I would look respectable, so no
one would suspect. I got married to maybe get intimate enough
to … one day …”
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“It doesn’t stop with that. It’s just about every area of my life that
I look at. Even some pretty sick shit I have done here and there …
to rather be known as some kind of pervert, as long as my central
secret was kept.” He slumped and muttered, “What an arsehole.”
I did not laugh. I did not want to laugh. I was awed, and maybe
a little jealous. The awareness G had come to was something I
had been through some years before. It had taken a couple of
intensively introspective years for me to get the depth of insight,
the clarity of perception that G had reached, in just a few … how
long had it been?
His brow got deeply furrowed. “Of course I know what. Doing
the bum thing, obviously. Just … how the hell did that cause all
this?”
“Do you remember how you learnt to keep a really secret secret,
how to really cover something up? Something that you could
never let slip?”
“G, like any child, you learnt that the only way to really keep a
secret is to make like it was never heard, or never happened. All
children of decent intelligence can come up with a good cover
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story for really serious stuff, or,” I looked at him, and risked a
smile and half a wink, “what they consider really serious. Things
get covered up. You did some uncovering.”
“Funny man.”
“I think I get it, or some of it. If ever I felt, like, my erection easing
off when I was with S, or if I wasn’t really horny but I wanted to
perform strongly, all I ever had to do was just think for a moment:
What if I put it in her bum? I would then immediately be hot,
horny, sweaty …”
Time to preach.
“You have dispelled much illusion. You are unfamiliar with the
real. The real is available to you, to be experienced as it actually is,
for maybe the first time … is this too heavy for you?”
I nodded. “So you need to develop your senses a bit, just learning
to pay attention to how things really are. Before you find the rasa,
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the juice of the real, you will hunger for the juice of the false that
has become unavailable. That is the good news.”
“I would have settled for just a shiver,” I stated, archly. “The bad
news is that you may find a few more things that have a similar
quality. You will find that other areas of your erotic patterning are
mini versions of your bum thing.” He looked alarmed. “I think
this first big one was probably the biggest. A big bomb. What is
left now are a lot of little bombs, a few minefields with those little
British bomblets. It goes easier as you gain awareness.”
“You mean, like, shit, everything else that turns me on will vanish
too … this is very bad news.”
“The genuinely natural delights. Real intimacy and love. What love
and closeness are supposed to be, naturally. That can be revealed
in your quest and cannot be destroyed by it. It is what you are. It
lies on the far shore of the ocean of your eroticism.”
“Stop right there,” he said. “Now you are getting too heavy.”
“It takes a long swim in the warm waters of the sins of the flesh
to get there.”
“Enough!”
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Dakinis
He reached for it, slowly opening sticky, tired eyes. Next to him,
his beloved of seven years grumbled, “What does that bitch …”
then rolled over, indicating the rhetorical nature of the question
she had almost asked. His thumb found the button.
Loud and clear from the tiny speaker came a warm and cheerful
voice. “Good morning sweet man. Busy today?” He slowly gathered
himself into the more insistent reality. A dream of penguins, of all
things, faded. He rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles.
The muttering from within the duvet roll became audible again
“… have to sound so fucking happy about it …” and faded below
threshold.
On the short walk back home from breakfast, his mind was
unusually quiet. Even a seagull squawking inches from his face in
a dive bomber swoop failed to cause any agitation.
The duvet roll was snoring. It sounded warm and happy. Purring.
He eased himself around the bed and into the bathroom, closed
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the door softly, and then, for the first time since he had left the
café it seemed, he exhaled.
“Talking to your dick again?” His beloved had sneaked into the
bathroom and was watching him. “What’s he doing wrong now?”
She opened the door, letting water spray out while she stepped in.
She cuddled close into him, shivering as the hot water awakened
her skin, which was still cool from sleep.
“Maybe that is why he and I are such good friends,” she murmured,
pressing his lingam between their bellies. “Who is my man-whore
boyfriend doing this afternoon?”
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“No. Not directly, anyway.” She moved a little away from him and
soaped herself while she talked.
She moved away from him and his penis flopped down between
them. She caught it.
“You may be having your ups and downs.” She looked pointedly at
his fallen phallus. She enjoyed his blush, then the quick, gratifying
response of his erection bouncing back to fullness as she fondled
him with one hand, saying, “I, however, have just being getting
hotter and hotter.”
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He dried himself, hung his towel and followed her wet footprints.
She draped her towel over the foot of the bed, turned to him and
hugged him, naked skin still damp. She held him close and turned
their bodies until the bed was behind him.
She felt his erection stir. She pressed her fingertips into his
buttocks and then more firmly into his sacrum. His erection tried
to rise but was trapped, her belly holding it down.
She pushed him back onto the bed, planted her knees at his sides
and mounted him in one fluid movement.
“I think I just used you,” she said, smiling and sliding off him
as easily and smoothly as she had slid on. She sat on his thighs,
and held his abused erection between her palms. “I think I liked
it … but, for now, tell me what that woman wants you to do this
afternoon.”
“She has a student. The student has issues with the lingam. Deep
issues, apparently. Anger and the rest. Probably a history of abuse.
She gets to borrow my dick to work on those issues.”
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“I lie down naked. She sits beside me and gets to feel and do what
she feels like doing. I am basically a prop, a dummy, to help her
through her feelings about men and dicks. Hard-core Gestalt
therapy.”
“You have been a very bad cock, haven’t you?” She waggled it side
to side. He blushed, and moaned. “You,” she snapped, now looking
into his eyes, “shut up. I am addressing the lingam.”
She turned her eyes back to the object of her feigned displeasure.
“Tell the truth now.” She waggled it back and forth now, giggling.
With her other hand, she slapped it gently side to side. “Bad cock.
(slap) Naughty cock. Very (slap) wicked (slap) lingam.”
He had been holding his breath. It burst from him in a part moan,
part wail. She stopped the interrogation routine and relaxed
her grip. She leaned forward and bestowed soft lip caresses,
murmuring, “I suppose it is called Cock Loathing Issue Therapy.
CLIT for short.”
She chuckled.
“You may not be all that comfortable right now, under such
pressure, but you do look impressive. Are you supposed to be
impressive? Are you supposed to be rigid and durable?”
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“Why not?” she asked, gently tracing the seam behind his scrotum
with her fingernail. Reflexive twitches made his lingam bob up
and down.
She pulled her lips off his tip with a smacking sound. A shock
passed up his spine. He twitched.
“A scary thing for sure,” she said, “but it may have some truth in
it.”
“Not that,” she snapped, clearly impatient with his ability to keep
up. “The raw sexual heat in jealousy. I am jealous right now. Hot
jealous.” She pulled him onto her. “Right now please. No foreplay
and no Tantra required. Fuck me hard.”
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A few hours later he lay, more or less still on his back, while his
session-student clearly brought her best efforts to bear in a heroic
attempt to stimulate and please him.
Had he forgotten … ?
No. He had clearly told her to drop her usual ways of relating to
the lingam. Yes. He had specifically mentioned that she was not
supposed to engage with the intent to cause and satisfy arousal.
She was supposed to find her deeper, unexamined feelings about
the lingam and express them.
Or, rather, they should have been. Her touch was measured,
skilful and loaded with intent to inflame. It was also proving to be
completely ineffective.
His penis was not responding. He felt for the anticipated build-up
of sexual tension in his body, and found it absent.
Her hands were gentle yet insistent, giving the most delightful of
caresses, stroking all the right places. He should be blowing steam
out of his ears by now, but it was just not happening. Tension was
rising but not the good kind.
He forced himself to relax and feel her touch, allowing his body’s
uncensored response as directed.
Horrified, he realised that his body was cringing from her touch.
His scrotum had tightened, not in anticipation of ejaculation but
in withdrawal, as if his balls had been plunged into cold water. His
penis felt like it was actually shrinking from her ministrations.
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Dry satin panties slid around his thigh, just above his knee and
ground down on it. Her naked belly pressed into his crotch. She
wiggled her tummy to no effect and then curved her back and
stroked from his belly to his nipples with her nipples. His penis
remained perfectly flaccid.
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With an exasperated sigh, she sucked his penis into her mouth
and swirled it with her tongue. He twitched involuntarily as his
nerves squealed in overload. This encouraged her and, forcing
and supporting a kind of semi-erection by squeezing his penis
from the base, she got into showing off in earnest. To absolutely
no discernible positive effect.
She spat him out. His penis hung straight down. He felt it sticking
wetly to his balls.
She ignored the guidelines again. Words poured forth from her.
She expressed a low opinion of his craft and his suitability as a
daka.
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She accused him of canine ancestry and sat back on his thigh.
Bending forward suddenly, she slammed her fists into the futon
either side of his body. A shock wave passed through the thick
cotton and his body.
He felt her hair brushing his belly as she hung her head low.
He felt damp hair unsticking itself from him as she lifted her head.
She sat up, no longer resting on her arms and grabbed his lingam
very deliberately, firmly and un-worshipfully. She snarled curses
at it for getting interested now, and for refusing to respond when
she did everything right.
She strangled the rapidly growing lingam with both hands, her
fingers half-interlaced. Perfect nails dug in and she snarled at it.
“Try to get harder now, cockbastard.”
She softened her grip. He gasped as her nails ceased to prick him
and the squashed nerves caught up on their email. The expected
warm gush of blood did not occur.
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She let go and for a long while, she did not touch him. He noticed
his breathing and hers calming and deepening.
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If your path is the path of the lover, dakinis teach you what love is
and how to open to it.
I have appropriated this Tibetan word dakini and, for males, daka,
and use it as a title in my school. I also use it to describe those who
do closely related work in the world.
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dakinis. Saraha and all the great tantrikas, gurus and teachers of
every age were taught and raised to their greatness by dakinis.
Many dakinis were not even that accessible. They worked like
stage hands, facilitating the learning of the Masters of the day
from behind the scenes of public life.
There are some differences in the way they do things these days.
Most noticeably they do not live hidden in caves anymore, their
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Perhaps it makes more sense to ask: What are the limitations, the
boundaries of your method and approach … what can’t happen in
sessions?
A dakini works with her natural authority, using the methods and
techniques of her choice. She works with individual human beings,
regardless of their relationship status. She is not particularly
interested in a student’s happiness, pleasure, social adjustment or
sexual fulfilment. She is interested in enabling, encouraging and
supporting a student’s awareness, no matter what it takes and no
matter how it may look.
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A cup of tea
After the student had left, the dakini offered the daka a cup of
tea. While she prepared it, his mind reviewed the last hour. More
mixed feelings. Embarrassment and elation. Shame and sensuality.
Guilt and heat.
“Thank you.” There was one small leaf in his cup and just a hint
of colour. He sipped and was surprised, first at the sweetness and
then at the subtle but exquisite flavour.
“No sugar or sweetening,” she said. “Just the flavour of that single
leaf in your cup. Nothing else at all.”
“Oh no! Too special for him by far, though he probably could
afford it. It is very specially cultivated at an extremely high altitude
and hand-picked at perfect ripeness by young girls, traditionally
virgins.”
“Glad you worked that out.” The dakini smiled at him warmly
over her cup. “Congratulations on your first session.”
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“Thank you.”
They enjoyed the tea for a while in silence before he said “I was
worried … everything I thought it would be, what I had planned
…”
She laughed. He sat upright, nearly spilling his tea. She laughed
more and he became infected by it and joined her. He felt the
tensions in his body and mind releasing into the laughter.
The dakini had moved close to him and relieved him of his cup
without him noticing. She knelt in front of him now and pressed
her hand, edge on like a weapon, hard into the centre of his chest.
Her voice, not loud but absolutely insistent, said: “All of it. Take in
all of this feeling. Right now.”
Her hand kept pressing inward, driving his breath out, and driving
him deeper into his experience. When his lungs were completely
emptied, she said, “You have found the extent of it. Now hold your
experience for a moment.”
She eased the pressure on his chest and said, “Breathe all of it in
now. Into your heart.” She released the pressure on his sternum.
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She stood up slowly and went back to her chair, saying, “So it was
a good exercise for you too.”
“I had a chat with her while you were in the shower. You did very
well. She learnt at least one very valuable lesson.”
“Which was?” he inquired, retrieving his cup. The tea had cooled
a little and was still exquisitely delicious.
“She discovered that the lingam responds far more eagerly to her
honest tears and rage than to what she has been used to thinking
of as her sexual powers … her ability to tease and please.”
“You knew how it would go?!” Half question, half accusation. “It
could have helped me a bit if …” His voice trailed off as his mouth
closed. The thinking continued.
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He looked at the dakini over his cup. She was watching him,
Gioconda smile in place.
He drained the last of his tea and replaced the cup. She interrupted
his attempt to delay, indicating by her question that a new topic
was now under discussion.
“Very well, today at least. So far.” His reply met the enigmatic smile
again. She waited. He continued.
“Sex?” The dakini looked at him sternly. “That session you just did
was not pure sex by any reasonable standard?”
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“Time now for you to go. I have to get ready for my next session.”
He stood and she hugged him. “Today, you are a daka in fact, as
well as title.”
“One more thing,” she said as he came to the door, car keys in
hand, “according to your Google calendar, you are clear next
Tuesday afternoon.”
“Another session?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
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Chapter 7
The shaman
Through the heavy pebble lenses which rested on his fat cheeks,
the old man watched the door, a hole really, which raggedly framed
a bright afternoon sky.
Soon, the hut interior dimmed as his youngest but most senior
wife knelt at the entrance and announced herself and the visitor.
This took a while because the visitor’s name had to be given with
full titles and an extensive account of his lineage.
“Yes. We left here when I was nine years old. We returned when I
was nearly thirty.”
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“Well, my father died too soon after our return to see it happen
but my mother still brags about me at her tea parties.”
The old man looked stern and his voice boomed in the small hut.
“Your father is proud of you, young man – and he most certainly
did see it happen.”
The old man sighed. “Sorry. I just wanted to assure you. I have
been very busy with the ancestors lately and it is your father that
persuaded me that you were the right one.”
“You mean how can I talk in the spirit realm with an ancestor who
is not of my tribe?” The old man looked amused and no trace of
his previous seriousness was discernable on his chubby features.
“… err, yes.” And to himself the young man thought: Never mind
how you shamans claim to speak with the dead in the first place.
“Our tribes have not always been separate, you know. Thirteen
generations ago, they were one. We have elders in common, and
anyway, the elders do not necessarily respect the tribal divisions as
much as we usually do.”
“Well, yes. You and I do at …” The old man’s eyes rolled halfway
back into his head for a few seconds. “Nineteen … no. Twenty-one
generations back from you and seventeen back from me.”
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The old man roared with laughter, his cheeks jiggled and his belly
wobbled hugely. The bamboo couch creaked alarmingly. The
young man watched in amazement. After what seemed to be a
very long time, this almost seismic activity subsided.
The old man grinned at him, chuckled some more, then spoke in
a conspiratorial tone. “You do not believe a word of this nonsense,
do you?” And before a reply could be considered, he burst out
laughing again.
The young man cringed. He was painfully aware that just a century
or so ago, shamans of his culture had wielded unconscionable
power. Nowadays, some of them, like this old man, still did.
The old man smiled warmly at him. “Things have changed much,
but of course the fundamentals always remain. Do you know what,
traditionally speaking, I am supposed to do with young men who
suffer such doubts?”
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The old man studied the younger one carefully. It was, of course,
no accident that their conversation had led so quickly to this
suggestion, but he had some doubts.
Could the young man, untrained as he was, take the vision more
seriously than a dream? Could he bring back anything worthwhile
from such a journey?
Still irked by his doubts but showing no sign of it, the old man
clapped his hands loudly twice.
His senior wife appeared shortly. “It is as you thought,” the old
man told her.
“I have arranged everything, Baba.” She kept her head low, politely
avoiding eye contact, but the young man noticed her throw a
quick glance in his direction, and a hint of a smile.
She smiled and gestured towards the doorway. Two other wives of
the old man came in and removed the low table. They returned,
unrolled a mattress of animal skins next to the old man’s couch
and sat at either end of it, silent and expectant.
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He stood up and took her hand. It led him to the mattress of skins
and gestured for him to sit. He sat, facing the old man.
The old man spoke. “The women will get you to breathe a little
smoke from their bowls. Then you lie down, with your head in the
same direction as mine.”
Crushing herbs between their fingers over the small flames, the
women produced clouds of surprisingly thick smoke. The young
man watched the smoke ascend to the thatch and form a wobbly
white ceiling. Scents which reminded the young man of an
afternoon of sex in front of a fire in Scandinavia filled the hut.
Noticing that it was now much darker, the young man glanced
over his shoulder. Bales of thatching grass had been piled up
against the doorway from outside, sealing them in.
“I will tell you a story. Try not to over-analyse it with your modern
education. Just listen to it. The story will be your guide to where
we are going.”
The old man smiled, then looked at his favourite wife who sat
behind the young man. He signalled to her with a half-wink.
The young man felt her warm body close behind him. Her arms
came around him and wrapped his gently to his sides. “Be quiet
and relax into me,” she told him in his own tribal dialect. He
yielded to her firm, soft warmth.
The women with the fire bowls approached and held them before
him. “Close your mouth and let me be your breath,” said the voice
at his ear. He felt her squeezing him and realised that the squeeze
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At a signal from her, the two women sprinkled more herbs into
their smouldering bowls. From each one, a pencil thin stream of
dense, opaque smoke emerged. Cupping the stream with their
free hands, they contained it and guided it towards him. The
arms around him wrapped him tightly, emptying his lungs. As
they relaxed, he inhaled deeply and twin streams of dense smoke
poured into separate nostrils.
“Good,” said the warm feminine voice. “Again.” They repeated the
exacting performance twice more.
The women with the bowls then held them out to the old man
and guided the smoke for him as he leaned forward and inhaled
deeply, just once.
The warm body behind the young man tipped him gently sideways,
laying him down on the skins. Soft hands gently held his head and
feet. Another soft hand gently closed his eyes.
The drumming seemed now to be softer, deeper and very far away.
The old man started his story.
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It would normally have been done when his male parts had grown
enough to be noticed. When his had, Mother had intervened. She
needed a hunter of unusual prowess to supply her full moon
banquets, she had said. A hunter with balls was the expression she
had used.
He left the path, circling back to his left, stopping when he could
no longer see household fields beyond the avocado trees. He sat on
a flat mossy rock, put the basket down beside him and anxiously
surveyed the ground he had covered. Soon, he knew, a pack of
hunters and dogs, perhaps even women on horseback, would be
tracking him down.
He took his warthog-skin hunting bag from the basket and stocked
it with the dried food, tools and other things that he had thrown
together in his earlier state of panic.
Reaching into the basket with both hands, he struggled for a while,
then took a small sharp blade from a pocket of his bag and cut at
the tough rattan around the middle of the basket.
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With a loud crack that made his heart start pounding again, the
basket ripped almost all the way around its middle and his bow
sprang free. It felt good and comforting in his hand even though
his arrows had proved too brittle to coil into the basket and too
long to conceal anywhere else.
Shouldering his bag and slinging the bow onto the bag, he ran
at an easy pace along the tree line. He stopped a few times to rub
his hands in his armpits or crotch, then wiped his scent on low
bushes, tree trunks, rocks and his feet.
Back at the rock, he took two fresh jackal skins from his bag and
tied them over his bare feet. He walked away from the path and
then parallel to it as he set himself a sustainable pace, running
deeper into the forest.
After a few hours he came to the hide he used in the rare times
when game became scarce. It overlooked a grassy river bank where
a variety of meat animals came to drink each evening.
That night, he dreamt his memory of the only wild man he had
ever seen.
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“Seriously ugly …”
“Do their … Mothers look like this too?” The question had earned
him a solid slap on the cheek.
“No.” She glared at the monster angrily. “The males beat the
females, breed on a whim and kill most of the offspring. It is a
miracle that the species persists in the wild at all.”
He had studied the captive more carefully then. Apart from some
obviously fresh wounds it looked strong and healthy. The muscles
looked hard and the skin looked like cured leather. Thick black
hair sprouted everywhere. He knew his own smoothness was on
account of his regular plucking, but he could not believe that it
could ever grow into anything comparable to this beast’s pelt.
“Just so. To keep them dogs and pigs, we supervise their breeding
as we do our own.”
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She raised her hand to slap him again, then sighed and lowered
it. “Yes. Like dogs with jackals, or pigs with boars for that matter.
That is why he is still alive and they have taken care not to damage
his male bits. They hope to make him safe enough to breed with.”
“It is good to breed a little wildness back into some lines every
now and then. We do it when we want a male for some particular
purpose.” She had smiled then, teeth glinting sharply in the
speckled light as she looked at him expectantly.
He tried. “Like when you breed fierce males, for sport, for guards
and for …”
“Yes you are. I bred you from a hunter.” While he reeled, trying
to digest this somewhat disgusting news, she studied the creature
more carefully.
“A better built one, though. This one has the small, skinny penis
typical of the wild ones.”
She looked at the monster almost fondly, but it was clear that she
spoke to him, not to the beast. “Your sire was a fine specimen.
Stronger and more dangerous than this one.
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She touched her left breast absent-mindedly. So that is how you got
that scar, he thought.
She continued, her voice soft in fond reverie. “He was so resistant
that I could not get him to squirt,” she sighed.
“No.” She had looked at him sternly. “I brought you here to see
what you truly are.”
He awoke from the dream sweating and shook his head to clear
the troubling vision of the wild man’s hairy face from his eyes.
Life flowed through him. He stood proud and felt the sun warming
his face. For the first time since his escape, he felt the elation of
freedom. Throwing his arms above his head, he shouted, “I am a
wild man!”
“Come and have breakfast then, wild man,” his Mother’s voice
shouted back. She and another woman sat in the shade, slightly
further up the game trail. Their horses grazed calmly behind
them.
He looked around in panic, trying to work out where the dogs and
his once fellow hunters were.
“If you still have clothes or skins, wild man, you may want to get
dressed,” shouted his Mother. “It is cool here in the shade.”
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“Wild man,” shouted his Mother again, “please join us. I have
brought gifts.”
He stumbled to the hide, his legs leaden with fear. The dogs and
men he had expected were not there.
He packed the skin bag and slung it over his shoulder. Carrying
the bow, he left the hide and headed down the game trail. The trees
met overhead and the air cooled as he approached the women
who were seated on cushions, on top of a large grass mat.
The bowl held a mash of grain and fruit. “Please eat,” she said, “we
ate ours while we were waiting for you to wake up.”
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“I would not have expected any male to go feral over the minor
discomfort of castration. I would never have predicted that he
could make his scent trail vanish. I would certainly never have
been able to find him once he had vanished.”
“He is bred three fourths wild and knows more about the ways of
animals than the ways of people. He has never been disciplined
with anything more severe than a whip and has not been castrated
or imprinted. He is what we need. An almost wild man.”
“Oops, there goes her pristine reputation. No. The plan was
started long before her time. It may even be as old as the First
Household.”
His Mother took his empty bowl and handed him a slab of
smoke-cured ham while she addressed the youngster. “Avoiding
his imprinting was a bit tricky. I wrapped his penis with a thin
strip of copper. This made it turn a very unappetising shade of
green. The imprinter decided to give it a season to clear up.”
“So when the order came from our favourite Matriarch, you told
him to run here?”
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“No. He worked that out for himself. He chose to save his own
balls.”
“And you see taking to the wild unarmed and unequipped and,
by the way, heading in the worst possible direction, as a workable
start on that objective?”
“It was a start,” he muttered, sullen, hating them for toying with
him.
She smiled. “It was.” She looked at him, very seriously and said, “It
was the proof I was looking for.”
“The proof of what?” He scanned their faces for signs of guile. His
Mother, of course, was inscrutable, but the young woman looked
open, curious and interested in his response.
“The proof that you, of your own free will, reject the rule and
power of women. The proof that you are not just a male but are,
in fact, a man. A patriarch.”
Time passed, and the women said nothing. He opened his eyes.
They were obviously going to do their terrifying worst. They may
as well start by cutting my tongue out, he thought.
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He looked back and saw a face that was clearly a woman’s face,
but … it bore the strangest look. An expression he had never seen
directed at a man before.
It was like the look he got from boys when he returned from
a successful hunt. A look of eagerness that promised total
willingness. Pure adoration.
He looked at her mouth. Her lower lip hung slack. Her head bobbed
back and forth a little in time with her fast, deep breathing.
She leaned forward, studying the shape beneath the thin cloth.
“They trust me to assess him. Anyway, they are, all of them, already
sopping wet at just the idea of competing for the attentions of an
un-imprinted male with balls.”
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“If you’re not going to stuff chilli pips up my arse and have me
fucked by the dogs, please tell me what you are up to.”
They looked at each other and then back at him. “Well,” his Mother
said, “we came to give you a good start in your new life.”
“Meaning?” he asked.
“No. For yourself and for your sons.” She gave this a little time to
sink in. “There are six more women who will be meeting us soon.
This woman and those six are yours. So are their horses and the
goods they carry.” She smiled. “My gift to you.”
“Yes. Yours. You think the way things are is unfair. You think men
could own and manage households, given the chance. I am giving
you that chance, on a few conditions.”
He had often disliked the way women treated men but had never
imagined a reversal of the situation. He looked at the young
woman. She reddened, and looked back, trying but failing to meet
his gaze. He turned back to his Mother in puzzlement.
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“No, they will be your breeders. You will decide if and when to
impregnate them. They will be your women.”
His brain hurt. All his assumptions about the world seemed to
be suddenly wrong. It seemed that either he must be mad, or his
Mother was. He looked at her companion. No help there. She had
reddened further, and was panting, mouth hanging open.
“Why?” he managed.
“One day, the world will be full. All available land will be covered
by households. There are lessons that women must learn and
abilities that males … men … must gain if our form of life is to
prosper. I want you to give women those lessons and I want you
to drive men to develop those abilities.”
“They have to show what they can do under their own guidance. I
can’t say what they will learn or what they will do with the world
with any certainty. All that I know is that their abilities will have
to rival the powers of the Earth Mother Herself by the time the
world is filled.”
“That men have a far greater purpose than the mere provision of
comfort and pleasure.”
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“Sorry, but what you talk about seems a much larger performance
than just me going feral, or even starting a weird power-reversed
household.”
“Yes. Much larger. You are the seed, quite literally, of an arising
that will in time come to dominate the whole world. I am trying
to get that seed planted in such a way that its growth will not be
deformed.”
She did not look even moderately annoyed at his rudeness. In fact,
she looked almost pleased.
“It will eventually bring another moment like this, when the way
power is managed will become obviously unsustainable.”
“You say that I am the seed of this change.” He saw that she was
still showing uncharacteristic patience. “How am I, even with a
team of women, supposed to change anything? I mean … I mean
… when they give birth to a few males and imprint them, things
will be just like here.”
“Hence my conditions.”
“Your conditions?”
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“Yes. It will happen one day that women will be so tame and men
will be so comfortable with power that the natural superiority of
the feminine will rarely be seen. Until then, however, measures
must be taken to establish and maintain the reversal of power.”
“Yes.” She looked at him seriously. “With some minor surgery, the
natural power relations of our sexuality can be reversed.”
“Surgery?”
“Not if he is circumcised.”
He had heard of the practice, but not its purpose. She paused,
noticed his grim expression, shrugged and continued.
“Not you … that would be just a little too cruel to the women
who must accompany you, but your sons and all succeeding
generations of men must be circumcised, and must do another
thing that makes the procedure far more effective.”
“Another thing?”
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“When they fuck a willing, open, wet woman, they will find it
unsatisfactory. If they manage to ejaculate, it will be by fucking
very hard, deep and fast. With a woman that is dry or tight from
revulsion or fear, they will find penetration to be much more
enjoyable and the whole experience more satisfactory. If the
woman is both tight and dry, their leathery penises will be able to
tear soft tissues and use the blood for lubrication.”
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“Also a cutting?”
“Yes.” She smiled. “I only insisted on this from the next generation
on, but all of … your women already volunteered to be cut, to
better honour you.”
“My name was taken from me. I would now be a toy for the
Western Mother of Households’ pet baboons if Aeva had not
saved me for the plan.”
“Why?”
“I killed my Mother.”
“I bound her hand and foot and invited the males of the household
to take revenge for her treatment of them.”
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He whistled. “That would piss the bitches off. And get all the males
of your household killed in painful ways, of course.”
“Yes.” A tear fell from her eye, but she kept her composure. “It was
done quickly, at least. The Western Mother was very concerned
that news should not spread. There was no public display of the
bodies either.”
She sniffled, and only her nose was red now. She glared fiercely
and settled her breathing before she continued.
“One day she threatened to trade him to the mines. I told her
that I no longer cared what she did with him,” she sobbed, then
gathered herself, and continued bitterly, fiercely. “She burned his
eyes, cut out his tongue and served his liver at her next banquet,
my banquet, celebrating my first blood-of-life.” She produced a
small cloth and dabbed her eyes with it.
“All your women have such histories,” his Mother interrupted. “It
is because of either their anger at their fellow women, or their
guilt at being one that they have agreed to help with the plan.”
“Yes, but you will need one yourself first. Hunter to the Mother of
Households does not sound right for the First Patriarch.”
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“Are you sure, dear?” his Mother asked the young woman.
“Will you belong to this man, serve him to the best of your abilities,
obey him in all things and bear his children?”
“I will.”
“And …” She looked at him. “Do you, Adamos, claim this woman
and whatever children she will bear as yours?”
The three of them sat in silence while the horses chomped noisily
on the lush grass.
Without waiting for a reply, she kicked her horse into motion and
was gone.
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The red colour returned to her face. “It was really just a trimming.
It healed weeks ago.”
Her eyes flicked up to his, and then to his crotch, which was still
semi-tumescent under the thin fabric. “Yes. Yours.” Her blush
deepened. “I will try to be obedient.”
She grimaced briefly. “I know. I will need your help and so will
your other women. We expect and we will willingly receive
whatever treatment you feel will help us become obedient.”
“Why?”
“Yes.” Her forehead was wet with sweat again. Her lower lip
trembled. He studied her for any sign of deception and found
none.
He stood up, and walked to a spot just behind her. “Stand up,” he
commanded, his voice edged with threat.
She stood. He noticed that her legs shook slightly. “When I first
sat down,” he reminded her, “you called me an it … not very
respectful.”
Her legs shivered harder and she hung her head. “Yes. I did. I am
sorry, Adamos, but your Mother …”
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“Yes.”
True enough, he thought, then asked, “And what does your clitoris
suggest?”
“Why not?”
Her legs were hardly shivering now. She was holding them rigid.
Her voice trembled as she answered. “When I had my yoni made
neater for you … the cutting.”
“Your clitoris!”
Her legs were trembling again. “Yes. I confess that I missed it more
than I thought I would, but after a lot of practice with dildos, all
of us managed to relocate the source of our heat.”
“But those two still managed, as you put it, to relocate their
heat?”
“Yes.”
“To where?”
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He walked round to the front of her. She was trembling all over.
Several curls of hair stuck to her wet brow. Through her robe, her
nipples looked almost as hard as his penis.
“A pleasure.” She stood upright. Her wraps of fine fabric fell to her
feet and heaped around them on the grass mat.
The scars were almost invisible. The labia and clitoral hood had
been smoothly cut away. He touched the apex of her slit with
his finger and pressed. The stiff little rod was entirely absent. He
looked closer and saw the fine scar. He traced it with his finger and
noticed the copious flow of her juices. She gasped and her knees
buckled briefly.
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“Sore?” he asked.
He looked up at her face. She was biting her lower lip, and tears
coursed down her cheeks.
“No. I am yours.”
“And what if I do not want to give you what your wet hole desires?”
he teased.
His penis pulsed insistently, but he was far more used to sexual
stress than she was. Realising his power, he smiled and decided to
tease her a little more.
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She sobbed. “I used boys and men as all women do. I was often
cruel. Sometimes to avoid the displeasure of other women, but
sometimes …”
He watched her carefully and pushed the wet finger steadily into
her anus and his thumb into her yoni. She trembled all over and
tears gushed as her eyelids squeezed shut.
“Sometimes …” he prompted.
Rubbing his finger and thumb slowly but insistently against the
soft flesh between them, he asked, “Why?”
He looked into her eyes and said, “And why are men so dependent,
so weak?”
“So you helped the bitches and you took advantage of the situation
they created?”
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He removed his thumb and finger from her orifices and released
her breast. He removed his clothes. Her eyes fixed on his penis as
it sprung free.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, taking his penis in his left
hand.
He held her chin in his right hand and rubbed his penis on her
face. When it came near her mouth, she licked at it hungrily.
He let go of his bursting manhood and her chin. She opened her
mouth and swallowed him. A thrill of fear shot through him and
then he relaxed. She did not suck at the head roughly, nor did
she bite. Her mouth was soft and felt delicious. He paid careful
attention for a moment and detected no sensation of teeth at all.
She moved her head closer and he felt enfolded by her throat. His
knees shook.
He pulled out of her mouth and gasped, then stepped back and
looked at her.
“Yes,” she said softly, looking up at him with the adoration that
had so confused him earlier.
“And you are a bitch,” he said, his voice soft and his feelings hard.
“You are guilty of making men feel worse than I made you feel.”
He slapped her firmly on her cheek.
“Yes,” she said, sitting back on her heels, smiling as her eyes
watered, “your bitch.”
“I could relieve myself in your mouth, and order you not to satisfy
yourself.”
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“I could not satisfy myself anyway,” she said quietly. “Not without
a dildo, and those are only to be used after asking your permission
in any case.”
“Except that I don’t know the commands that block or cause your
orgasm.”
“With great difficulty and short nails I can almost manage with
my fingers.”
“Almost?”
“And is it the same as orgasm was before you were … made neater
and plucked your hair?”
“Less reliable?”
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He reached out and dipped his fingertips in her wetness. Her back
arched further and her buttocks parted completely. He laughed
and she gave a low, plaintive moan.
He pressed his wet fingertips to her yoni and teased it gently open,
asking, “And there are seven of you?”
“So, if you are lucky, and I find you worthwhile, you can expect
to be fucked only occasionally at best, and be satisfied by it only
if you manage good concentration.” He grabbed her buttocks
and pulled them wide apart. “These holes are your only route to
pleasure, and I could leave them forever unfulfilled.”
“Yes.”
He slid three fingers into her. His little finger scissored over where
her clitoris had once been as his thumb reached her anus. She
gasped and fell forward half twisted, chin and shoulder on the
grass mat. He withdrew his hand, grabbed her gorgeous soft
buttocks again and positioned the head of his lingam just inside
the wet entrance of her yoni.
She pushed back onto him and moaned deeply. He thrust into
her and held her buttocks tight against him. She cried out and her
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He froze. Her yoni clenched around him. “Put a baby in me,” she
pleaded.
He pulled against the clenching and his penis came free. “Oh God,
no, please no!” she exclaimed and pushed back, trying to envelop
him again. He panted and waited for steadiness to return.
“Please.” Her voice was soft. “We all want to bear your babies.”
“Perhaps,” he said, “but not this time,” and plunged deep into the
centre of her vulnerability.
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Inferior men
Women in this system are a form of man. Many of them are such
powerful, refined and well-developed forms of men that they
hold power, prestige and fame within the culture. Some disprove
Aristotle’s assertion of their inferiority by being such outstanding
forms of men.
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Paris Hilton has shown the world that a woman can be every bit
as much the rake as any man; Heidi Fleiss, that a woman can be a
better pimp; and Angelina Jolie is a better action hero than Tom
Cruise and his Hollywood peers.
Margaret Thatcher, a.k.a. Attila The Hen, and more recently the
aggressive American female politicians have matched men in
gaining and wielding political power.
Look at almost any couple. They can be a straight couple, gay men
or lesbians, it makes no difference. One is senior and one is junior
and that defines their relationship.
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The general has to consider far more than just his forces’
moves and the enemy’s countermeasures. He has to consider
supply chains, food quality, medical care and morale as well as
the political consequences of his strategic actions. This level of
complexity cannot be managed in a linear, one-pointed manner.
This level of management requires a broadly receptive and
intuitive perception.
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Later that evening she had a large bundle of cash in her bag and
a smile on her face. Following her inner male’s direction, reaping
the financial rewards and creating her lifestyle had became a
lot of fun. It took some time before her inner relating became
conflicting, her masculine eventually forcing her to unwilling
compliance.
She realised that her masculine aspect had become ugly, bullying
and overbearing as a natural continuation of the action she had
once needed and requested of him. Her feminine aspect had at
first enjoyed, later tolerated and finally come to hate her masculine
aspect.
It took a while before her feminine aspect could admit that she
had not given any correction, redirection or clear objection to
what her masculine had continued and come to excel at. Hence
she had to share the responsibility for what had happened.
She found out that he was really good at many things, just … one
thing at a time.
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For example, if you are driving with the intent to get ahead,
tracking down the road to your destination and find yourself
handling obstacles as they present themselves, your masculine
mind is in the driving seat.
If, however, you find yourself enjoying the countryside, the other
motorists and perhaps a conversation with a friend sitting next
to you or on the mobile phone, while you fix your makeup and
wonder what your lover is doing right now … your feminine
mind is doing the driving.
The masculine mind can win a race. The feminine mind is better
at remaining sane in traffic jams and noticing extraneous factors
like police, pedestrians and pets … but not potholes.
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The next step is to get them into conversation. Make three sitting
places. Put something symbolic of your masculine near one,
something that evokes your feminine by another and leave the
third place neutral.
Pick a place to start. Sit there and feel into your male, female or
witness mind. Say something to one or both of the others. Sit
silently for a few seconds and then switch to another seat.
In that mind, hear what has been said, then take enough time to
feel it in fullness before responding.
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Modern times
The shaman’s wife woke him the next afternoon and offered him
a lift to the airport. It took him a little while to recognise her, clad
as she was now in black jeans and a jacket that looked as if it was
made of liquid silver.
“No, but he has asked me to tell you a few things on our drive.”
She grinned. “You are welcome.” She waved her car keys. “We had
better get going. It takes over two hours to reach the airport if one
respects the speed limits. I will be back for you in half an hour.”
She sparkled out of the hut.
An hour later, they were blasting along the coast road, a great
ocean on their left and, it seemed, all of the thousand lush green
hills of the tribal lands on their right.
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She did not tell the story of her traditional marriage to the wisdom
holder of an entire continent, except to say that it was the only way
for her to be in a position to gather and preserve that wisdom.
“Thank you.”
She was gripping the wheel a little more firmly than necessary.
Her gaze was fixed on the road ahead. Without turning to him, she
asked, her voice tightly stressed. “As if you were … who?”
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“But it was a vision. A dream … not real. Like a movie.” His voice
faded away.
“No,” she said, breaking her silence and dabbing at her eye with
the back of her hand. “Not like a movie. More like a staged
performance.”
The shock found its way to his lower belly where it settled and
strongly resisted his efforts to evict it.
Some words crawled out of his mouth. “You mean I, you, we …”
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“Not all of it, you know,” she said, her voice only slightly tight.
“Just a few key moments, to … assist … the vision.” She returned
her attention to the road.
“Baba said he hoped you would be able to recall the vision with
at least some accuracy. He hoped that a little more time with me
would evoke some deja vu to save it from fading like a dream.”
She was quiet for a little while before adding, “Baba will be
impressed, and very pleased that your recall is so good. It was a
scary but wonderful experience for me and I volunteered freely.
You do not owe me any apology.”
She smiled. “Baba will like that. He wants you to record and preserve
that history as best you can. He would also like the awareness you
now carry to be of influence in shaping this country. He hopes
you will be able to share it with those who are in a position to
make a difference.”
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Old school
The yogi walked into the river until the water reached his waist.
He leaned forward, cupped water in his hands and splashed his
face.
Looking up, he noticed the sky outlining the far bank of the
river. “Always brightest just before the dawn,” he muttered, then
smiled.
The river bank was getting busy while he fetched his robe and
sandals from the rock he had left them on and dressed. He touched
his palm to his head. It did not need a shave.
“Yes.” The yogi grinned and almost shared a hint of his secret
before remembering that it was a secret.
As he ate his breakfast the sun cleared the hill behind him and lit
the temple’s eastern wall, revealing the intricate carvings of Gods,
Goddesses, people, imps, demons and animals arranged in almost
every combination of erotic possibility.
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Even at this distance he could make them out, not that he needed
to. After a year as an initiate, meditating on them daily, he knew
their every line, every curve, every suggestion of breath, bated or
flowing, every hint of ecstasy and every nuance of intent.
He marvelled for the first time not at the carvings themselves, but
at the mastery of the hands that had cut these images with such
artistic sensitivity.
It turned out that this was harder than he expected. Even though
he had arrived deliberately late, stragglers kept arriving. He took
as long as possible over his ritual washing, and then found a brush,
with which he pretended to sweep the immaculately clean slab of
marble in front of the door.
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Standing in front of the now closed door was the dakini who had
whispered the invitation to him.
“Well, that took long enough,” she said, smiling. “It was a tricky
morning for it, to be sure. This was only the third time that I could
open the door.”
“I had not paid much attention to the rumours, but when you
whispered to me yesterday, I knew that at least one of them was
true: The invitation is made in secret.”
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“The most popular idea was that it would be some very intense,
very sexual ritual, perhaps an orgy. I considered that fairly likely,
especially considering our initiation and our year of meditation
with the statues.”
The yogi looked around again. Smooth marble cut in simple lines.
No statues. The only human forms in the large space were his and
hers.
He looked at her, seeing for the first time beyond her white robe
and the status it indicated. She stood completely still and appeared
at once very relaxed and very alive.
“Excellent.”
She swept past him, her robe brushing his ankle, and headed
diagonally across the polished floor.
He noticed that the scale of the space had been an illusion. What
had appeared to be a distant wall came closer. The angle of their
approach revealed a gap in the wall.
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The room had two other doors. The dakini went to one, and
pointed to the other. “That one is yours. Go inside and develop
as powerful an energy in your body as you can manage. Vajra
(thunderbolt, diamond) energy. Not just the root. All chakras to
your full capacity.”
She studied his features briefly, saw his mouth hanging open and
seemed satisfied. She continued. “Stay in there, building your
energy, until I open the door at the far end of your room.”
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Don’t dream it … be it
Sex beyond the erotic, sex as it is, natural and free of any repression,
is only attainable once one leaves the dream and becomes that
which is happening.
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Tantric sex can take many forms, and, weirdly, can even happen
without the shedding of clothes and at a considerable distance …
It can, but apart from a few schools where egos made a fetish of
this capacity, most tantrikas tend to prefer skin-to-skin.
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Inner temple
A few minutes later, she was in her personal chamber. She grabbed
a fresh robe from the rail behind the door, threw it over her
shoulder and hurried to the kitchen.
She entered the kitchen through a trick back door and wandered
through as if supervising the place, eating opportunistically as she
went. A handful of berries, a chunk of creamy buffalo milk cheese
and a steamy cake of nuts and grain …
As she dipped a bowl she had found into a pot of spiced tea, a yogi
on cooking duty looked at her in horrified confusion.
“Ah, here you are.” The voice came from a fellow white-robe who
had managed to sit on her bench without her noticing.
Drawing a steadying breath, she turned to face the old daka whose
lessons had formed so much of her path. “Are you … supervising
me?” she asked.
His face creased up in mirth, his wrinkles revealing that they had
wrinkles of their own. Laughter exploded simultaneously from
her and her old friend. The nearby initiates were startled by this
and moved away from them.
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“Deviating?” he prompted.
“Well, not really. I know the rules of the ritual, but, as you are
currently demonstrating, rules are always subject to the creative
interpretations of the wise.”
She laughed, and his wrinkles danced as his laughter joined hers.
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She remembered her own first ritual in the temple. The fear/
excitement, the desire/dread and the reality she had met. She
looked fondly at the old man.
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Dark night
“Charles, dear friend, I know you are worried and I am very sorry
to be causing you this concern. It is pretty bad, and it looks worse,
I am sure.”
Painfully, and trying not to show the pain, I forced more breath
into my lungs and gathered some strength.
I lifted my head, locked eyes with him, and hit him with it, firmly.
“No hospital.”
“I will get a doctor here for you then,” he said, working hard to
restrain the snap his anger wanted to lend his voice. His body
language indicated a decision made, and he turned to leave the
small room.
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request, he turned and looked at me. I saw his anger choke up into
exasperation.
I reached over to the side table and dragged the heavy glass ashtray
onto the bed between us. Taking the hint, he offered a cigarette
and lit one himself. I tore the filter off mine, sucked hard at the
light he offered, inhaled as quickly as I could manage and grabbed
a handful of tissues. I got them in front of my mouth in time to
catch the coughing which followed. It hurt, but I welcomed the
oxygen and the easier breathing which followed. “Enough for me.”
I forced a smile, and stubbed the tasteless thing out.
“I know. And I know the centre of your concern. The last couple
of nights have been very bad for me, and you are worried I could
die, maybe even tonight.”
Now that it was out there between us, his anger receded completely.
His eyes brightened with a hint of tears withheld, and his voice
softened. “Yes. I did not want to say it, but it looks like that to me.
Really does.”
“After the last two nights, I can’t disagree with you,” I said, and
then gave him time to realise I was not disagreeing. It took a little
while. Now he looked shocked. “If I did die tonight, it would be
horrible and very inconvenient for you. I know. It is a lot to ask
you to risk that.”
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“But, Charles, I can’t back this up with logic or anything like it. I
just don’t think I will die. I have no explanation why I think this,
but I do. I am just pretty sure that, although this really looks like
that, it is not really quite like that.”
That was the end of the discussion. The heat was gone from his
argument and the decision was made. I would not be bothered
by doctors. A little later, he left with my assurances that, yes, I
would take care of my own feeding in the unlikely event that I got
hungry, and no, I would not object to a doctor tomorrow if I did
not have some improvement by then.
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I had not been lying when I had told Charles that I expected,
against all logic, to survive the coming night. Dying now would
just be far too convenient and far too appropriate.
I watched and felt this happening, but I was not driving it. My
body was doing this all by itself.
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The body lay still. No more straining for breath happened. The
blood pressure in my face and throat eased. I felt as if a calming,
cooling hand stroked me, removing all tension and activity.
I heard my blood flowing, rushing in my ears … and then the
rushing ceased and I marvelled at the silence.
And it stopped.
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I agree with …
I also agree with the first Zen Patriarch: It is not a sin to kill an
Arhat.
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Although this is clearly the biggest cop out and the most egregious
buck-passing that a mind could come up with, the enlightened
(contradictorily) claim total responsibility for – get this –
Everything!
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Dawn
Over the last ten years, they had become frequent in silent
standing or sitting meditations. In the last year, they had become
very numerous indeed. Often several in a day.
Briefly. This satori was not being brief. That was one point of
difference. Another point of difference was that thoughts were
happening. In satori, thoughts never happened. That is, after
all, the defining characteristic of satori – no thoughts happen in
them.
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Yet, here was satori and these were definitely thoughts which were
happening …
Or was this really satori? All previous ones had been a glimpse
from what seemed now to be a very limited perspective. Each had
been true but partial. This satori was a clear perception, a flowing
of knowing that encompassed and superseded all previous
experiences in this category or … or in any other, for that matter.
Eyes opened, legs swung to the floor. Walking to the bathroom for
a crap happened.
A while later, Charles took the short walk from his house around
the pool to his guest cottage. He carried two large glasses of carrot
juice. Sun filtered through the vines which shaded a large wooden
table.
Wearing shorts, the body sat on the huge outdoor table, feet on
the long bench. There was delight in the skin as the cool kiss of
the breeze contrasted the spots of hot sunlight which streamed
through the overhanging vine.
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That I had just been the brain, thinking that it was doing what
was happening. If anything could be said to be I now, it was this
dancing energy of liveliness that rushed through this body.
I looked out and was surprised to find that, clearly, here was I – me,
as surely as in any dream. The illusion of individuated presence
produced by self-maintained constraints was unmistakable.
I expected that the satori was now over, except … except it was
clearly not over. No reduction in the power, the presence of that.
The flow/field/flux of that which is truly beyond names was as
before. Just some of it had shaped itself into a mask, taking on
the constraints of a mental structure, being my personality. Being
me.
Charles sauntered into earshot and tried his voice out. “Good to
see you are alive and up, if not dressed. Have some carrot juice.”
I took the cup he offered. I smelled the creamy freshness of the
head of minced carrot and bubbles, popped by the sun, conveying
a delicately sweet fragrance.
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textures of its love affair with my throat. I looked at him over the
glass and declaimed:
“Fine clays and uncovered bedrock giving grace and gravitas to the
bass notes, lifted by mid-tones of a generally sunny disposition.
Full-grown, giving a strong basic sweetness. Very direct tannins
and acids. A delicate citrus top note imparts a disarming sense of
frivolity, but …” I peeked, to check if he was drawn into my act.
He was.
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Loving yourself
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Tantric greeting
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Naked gazing
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Shared self-loving
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Following fantasies
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Yab Yum
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Skydancing
From the Yab Yum position, the man straightens his legs
and lies back.
As with the Yab Yum, the male and female sexual energies
can be adjusted, manipulated and even reversed. The
male can move into explosive expansiveness, and the
woman into one-pointed focus.
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An eastern approach to
personal hygiene
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If you do not like (love) your own body scent, adjust your
diet. If your scent tends to be, for example, permanently
sour, reduce your intake of milk and increase yogurt.
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Mind training
All of these and many more can lead you to approach the
mystery of life with awareness and openness. They can
lead you to pay more attention to what is, and insist less
on what you think should be.
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express will come more and more into focus as your path
progresses.
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Brainwashing
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Processing techniques
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Verification
When you feel you have expressed the bulk of it, or when
you run out of paper, stop.
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Squares
Headline the top left with the desire and expand on it.
The example used is kindly provided by my daughter.
Regular sex.
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Fear of relationship:
Being dishonest.
Being dumped.
Dumping him.
Desire to be single:
No jealous partner.
Time to myself.
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I die alone.
Minimal jolling.
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Practising strategy
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The usual explanation her mind will provide for this state
of affairs is that, somehow, even though there was no
pleasure in it, she is in love, or at any rate, has a strong
needing of this man.
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The more you can allow sensation, the more you can
open to it without tensing your buttocks and making like
a woodpecker, the better.
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anyway. If it feels like you may pass out from sheer nerve
overload, be willing to pass out. That did happen to me a
few times. It may happen to you. It is not unpleasant.
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If helping your lover with this does not look like a lot of
fun, forget it.
You need his trust. Not his trust that you will not hurt/
damage/abuse him, or trust that you will make things
nice. He needs to trust that whatever he feels, whatever
he has to go through, is worth facing and learning from.
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Conscious breath
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The second time through the count, the first six are at the
first level of intensity, and the seventh is at the second.
In the next cycle, the first five are in the first level, and
the sixth and seventh are the second.
1 1 1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1 1 2
1 1 1 1 1 2 2
1 1 1 1 2 2 2
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1 1 1 2 2 2 2
1 1 2 2 2 2 2
1 2 2 2 2 2 2
2 2 2 2 2 2 2
2 2 2 2 2 2 2
2 2 2 2 2 2 2
2 2 2 2 2 2 2
2 2 2 2 2 2 2
2 2 2 2 2 2 2
2 2 2 2 2 2 2
2 2 2 2 2 2 3
2 2 2 2 2 3 3
2 2 2 2 3 3 3
2 2 2 3 3 3 3
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2 2 3 3 3 3 3
2 3 3 3 3 3 3
3 3 3 3 3 3 3
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Psychological suffering
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An example:
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Under the hurt lies the truth. The truth can be guessed
at all along, but is only experienced once the hurt has
been more or less completely experienced. The truth can
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All that stands between us and the truth is our own fear
and stubbornness.
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Kissing
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It may happen one day that you are joined with a beloved
in coition, and an especially powerful orgasm comes
along. Open to it and be vulnerable to it. Let it rush up
through the body. If it reaches your throat, you may feel
a sudden and sweet salivation. Then, beloved, is the best
time of all to kiss.
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Extreme techniques
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BDSM
Doms hold overt power, but the covert power of the subbie
sometimes results in a phenomenon called topping from
below. A variant of this phenomenon, the SAM, meaning
Smart Ass Masochist, is pretty much universally disliked
and apparently quite common.
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Safewords
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Writing a petition
Make your best effort and then some, to expose the core
of your eroticism and what you want to experience in the
scene.
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Have fun.
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Anal sex
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Place the dry pad of the thumb flat and firmly on the
anus, covering it. Apply a little pressure and twist it a few
degrees each way. Set a slow rhythm. Gradually increase
the angle of the twist by the sevens count. When your
thumb slips slightly, take that as maximum intensity. Go
back then to twisting by a small angle and increase it
gradually – repeat.
When you feel the anus relax and open, straighten your
forefinger so that it lies over and past the anus. Starting
at the junction of thumb and palm, squeeze her perineum
(the line between yoni and anus) very gently from inside
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and outside. Squeeze the lower wall of the yoni and the
anus between the base of the thumb and the base of the
forefinger. Bring thumb and finger closer, so that the
direction of the squeezing is into her body. You should
be able to feel the walls of the anal passage pressed flat
between your finger and thumb. Massage it gently but
steadily, keeping the waves of pressure moving in an
inward direction.
Penetration
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Erotic asphyxia
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If you find this practice highly erotic, the best way to play
with it is of course with a partner. Have the beloved sit
astride you and place their hands on your throat without
squeezing. Press your throat up against your lover’s
hands in self-regulation.
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Golden showers
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Note 8
Meditation
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The five stages are timed with the music and total one
hour.
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“As you breathe in, take in and accept all the sadness,
pain, and negativity of the whole world, including
yourself, and absorb it into your heart. As you breathe
out, pour out all your joy and bliss; bless the whole of
existence.”
Rule 1: Start with your own hurt. Start with the pain in
your heart, then gradually reach outward through your
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The four stages are timed with the music and total one
hour.
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Chakras
The energy that is felt at the chakras, and the sense with
which we detect it is completely natural, but latent or
underdeveloped in most of us.
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Root chakra
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Belly chakra
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Stomach chakra
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Heart chakra
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Throat chakra
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Third eye
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Crown chakra
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Kundalini
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Thanks and
acknowledgements
Carl Sagan once said that to make apple pie from scratch, one
would first have to create the entire universe.
I thank the whole of existence for making this book possible, and
for the wonderful people who have been involved, especially:
The forty or so people who read the book in the rough and
provided many good suggestions and much encouragement.
The Advait Tantra School was founded by Rahasya and his first
students in 2002.
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