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Tonight I Think I Did Tantra. (I feel connected to everything…)

But…can you actually “do” Tantra?

Tonight, Oct. 17, 2013, I was with someone very special, Someone I hadn’t seen in a very long time. Or it had felt like it.

We talked, we connected, we smoked, we laughed, it was the edge of my foreplay.

We kissed, we knew we were to partake of one another’s essence, even if it wasn’t in the physical.

It started energetically. It was a need that I couldn’t quite explain to him but he felt it.

It was a void that he needed to fill.

It was more than just my pussy hole. It was my heart.

My sweet rivers of blood were running…so we knew what kind of night it would be. But I would still take him inside me.

He would draw a silent milk from my breasts, later he would provide a different type of milk for me to rub in.

When I took him deep, I truly took him deep inside of me, to the point where he felt different sensations that he hadn’t felt before.

He described how it felt for me to be wrapped around him and feel my essence drip down on him.

I took time with him. I asked him to trust me.

I hoped he would. It was a hurdle we got over.

It was clear. The hurt and pain had been washed away, along with the doubt.

The tears did it. And maybe the blood.

The wind…the breath.

Now, we were sure.

I was telling him things with my mind.

You know that you have everything within you to succeed. You are a King.

I moved my hands from his abdomen to his heart. I couldn’t take my hand away. My soul was speaking:

You are…

I couldn’t finish, I was simply imbuing him with me…with GOD.

We both felt it. And on the walk home, in the cool night air that I wished would last forever, that I wished would never go away and I remembered fun summer nights…I felt connected to everything.

This planet…when she bleeds I bleed.

Her fucking polluted waters are my blood running along my thighs like tiny rivers and streams, leaving me along with my fears.

She is cleansing, I am cleansing.

I am my Mother, I came from my Mother.

I speak the Tree Language.

Me and my baby take walks in the park for this reason.

My sister cramps and I pray silently that she embrace them and really transform her pain…like I did…like a Goddess.

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