Dear Knower of my soul inklings and teacher of compassion
The confidence to accept wholesomely everything about myself has me celebrating my divinely human spirit and humanly divine soul with body and mind . I am a very erotic creature and the best part is I am feeling no shame or qualm in admitting this pure truth about me. Of course I have come to the point where lately all I can visualize God doing is exploring my most inner thoughts and feeling about it and myself. The more I do, the more erotic I feel and the more God revealed itself as not just a God who only wants reverence reeked with fear, shame, anger or guilt about one’s sexuality but as a God who also has deep feelings of pure love and joy and bliss of intimacy with Life.
I moved mountains of doubt to get to God so I can ask it why create a passionate soul and expected it to act otherwise so as to please it with morals that make life dead. Maybe that is why I was so hooked on the fascination of having children- a side door or back door to owning my feeling, claiming my sexuality and love of intimacy and joy of sacrednesof sexual intmacy and satisfying my instinct. It took me so long to acknowledge my own secret that the dream of having children faded; of course I lashed out at God for denying me this excuse that would have continued to encourage me to drift away from innermost longing and that in itself would be still even though in part, be carrying on the lies, half truth and blatant disregard of wholeness of my PMESS Pie.
My body had been teaching me this truth in ways that I could not understand and found downright unnatural for someone who is no fake saint who somehow still could not attain heaven. Hindsight, insight and my soul were not about to let me live miserable in high mode pretense and get away with it. I also never cared to point my fingers or thumbs at anyone who chose to not trade bliss for the guise of holiness
And that is why I am now open to admit my burning love for why God would create me with such erotic energy and zest for life and living, without the emotional hang-up of the extension of my brain. The desire to find out what the big secret of God’s reason for creating man and woman in its image has squelch and so is my curiosity about sex and babies. Being fruitful and multiply reclaim its rightful role in the life chain of creation.
That in itself would save the planet a whole lot of babies being treated like browned-bagged present who ruined its world and a lot of precious souls from the plague of the fear of purgatory, hell or landing in God’s good-for-nothing books! Earth would be released of its burden of responsibility of supposedly wasted lives and allegedly heroic beings
The confidence to accept wholesomely everything about myself has me celebrating my divinely human spirit and humanly divine soul with body and mind . I am a very erotic creature and the best part is I am feeling no shame or qualm in admitting this pure truth about me. Of course I have come to the point where lately all I can visualize God doing is exploring my most inner thoughts and feeling about it and myself. The more I do, the more erotic I feel and the more God revealed itself as not just a God who only wants reverence reeked with fear, shame, anger or guilt about one’s sexuality but as a God who also has deep feelings of pure love and joy and bliss of intimacy with Life.
I moved mountains of doubt to get to God so I can ask it why create a passionate soul and expected it to act otherwise so as to please it with morals that make life dead. Maybe that is why I was so hooked on the fascination of having children- a side door or back door to owning my feeling, claiming my sexuality and love of intimacy and joy of sacrednesof sexual intmacy and satisfying my instinct. It took me so long to acknowledge my own secret that the dream of having children faded; of course I lashed out at God for denying me this excuse that would have continued to encourage me to drift away from innermost longing and that in itself would be still even though in part, be carrying on the lies, half truth and blatant disregard of wholeness of my PMESS Pie.
My body had been teaching me this truth in ways that I could not understand and found downright unnatural for someone who is no fake saint who somehow still could not attain heaven. Hindsight, insight and my soul were not about to let me live miserable in high mode pretense and get away with it. I also never cared to point my fingers or thumbs at anyone who chose to not trade bliss for the guise of holiness
And that is why I am now open to admit my burning love for why God would create me with such erotic energy and zest for life and living, without the emotional hang-up of the extension of my brain. The desire to find out what the big secret of God’s reason for creating man and woman in its image has squelch and so is my curiosity about sex and babies. Being fruitful and multiply reclaim its rightful role in the life chain of creation.
That in itself would save the planet a whole lot of babies being treated like browned-bagged present who ruined its world and a lot of precious souls from the plague of the fear of purgatory, hell or landing in God’s good-for-nothing books! Earth would be released of its burden of responsibility of supposedly wasted lives and allegedly heroic beings
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