Sculpture of You
Your face is chiseled
In the memory of my soul
In an infinite splendor
Of a sonnet through time
That captures the essence
Of the beauty of who you are
Within myself
As an inspirational moment
Of a divine explosion of our hearts
Into the oneness of our souls
In infinite care
Of the yin and the yang
In an expansive caress
Of the eternal love of the two
Fostering the birth of a sacred sojourn
Of divine partnership
Now and through time
My Twin Flame Marriage of Fate: The Madame’s Plot of Not
The Madam’s Plot of Not
The Madame is sultry
In her boudoir
As long as my twin
Nurtures and heals her
Renewing her vitality
Of a femme of an older status of self
My twin is consumed
To a point of no return
Until I adventure
To marry her
Within myself forevermore
I am merrily working at three tantric sway clubs following my sojourn of ballet performances that completed in the autumn following my graduation. I foster another mature tantric affair that grows to be sexually nuanced as this is Bellatrix’s preference. Aryah knows nothing of this nor do I tell her. My phone is simply off until morning some nights due to working a very late shift that goes later than most. I find that the sexuality really fosters the flavor of deep care of myself within and in unison with Bellatrix.
On alternative nights, I am on the phone with Ms. Sunhara until dawn. My mother warns me to be careful with Ms Sunhara and my blooming sexuality as I could end up conceiving too early. I listen and foster the right medication to abate my sexual drive for whenever Ms. Sunhara returns from another joyous adventure with the Madame. Although she is here in Fala’a with a rented apartment, she is gone every other week. This is perfect for my sojourn with Bellatrix.
Bellatrix tantalizes my senses and teases myself in tender and sweet nuances all of her own. I learn three tantric sexual positions that I had not known of before. They had each come from an Eastern tantric master I will one day meet. Soon Bellatrix is complete with what she is to teach me about tantric sexual sway, or so she purports. I am disappointed but she is off to her winter region having inherited a load of script as her former spouse passed. I ask her if she would like company for a time thinking of all the journeys of Aryah that I would like to take in myself.
Bellatrix gives some consideration to taking me along but chooses otherwise due to close friends that would not approve of her younger affairs of the groin of self. She explains to me that she keeps her sexual needs hidden for her own personal cause in the kinship of her friendships at home. I ponder this as Bellatrix departs claiming she is unclear she will ever return to Fala’a, but wishes me the best. She gifts me a beautiful amethyst ring that I wear for many years.
The Bellatrix of Myself
I am a man
That is sexual
As well as sensual
And I enjoy my orgasms
More than anything else before
And possibly after
I relish in my tantric memories
Of Bellatrix
Only when Aryah is not present
The tuning fork of the feminine is very adroit. Each eve of the sacred sexual boudoir of Bellatrix, there are generally four to six messages upon my voice mail. I do call the morning after but I am still in the arms of my beloved of the eve. She knows it but knows not what it is. Over time she discusses her feelings on the long nights at work of myself with her auntie perhaps a little too much. Her auntie feels that this is a sign I am having an affair with someone else. Aryah confronts me. I know others in the tantric sway bar knew of my liaison with Bellatrix. I choose to not say anything. My mother agrees it is personal and private as we are not married yet. I do say this to her later on. She chooses to break off the association with myself for a time.
I introspect over this choice with Shaktar. Shaktar claims it is the lore of the Fox and the Hare. The fox outfoxes the obstacles and wins the Hare as his or her mate. I am the Fox and she is the Hare to be caught. I ponder this some more. I decide I need to be a better fox than I have been. Shaktar provides me with something new, a sheep’s coat. I will look like a sheep and be the fox underneath and then this will soften my approach in life to be too sexual for Aryah. Aryah is really tantric Shaktar explains and may not desire sex much. Such is often the nature of twins of the heart; one is sexual and the other sensual. You will learn in time to be who you are with her and in life, Shaktar claims. But for now, you will appeal to her and the Madame to persuade them to allow you to be betrothed.
I save some script for a ring. I decide to use the amethyst ring as the base. My mother gifts me her wedding ring that was from her marriage to my father. My father had departed the union as I turned sixteen going far away to master spiritually. He was complete with raising me. My mother has since found a new twin partnership that really appeals to her. I am always happy to see how happy she is in her new partnership as often she was glum with my pappy.
I go to a jeweler who owes some script to my mother and he puts the two rings together in a gracious swirl design from the melted metals of the two. The metals are gold and white gold and look like a wave with the centrifugal force becoming the amethyst and a small diamond set next to it. I am mesmerized by the artsy design and pleased thinking it hopefully will please my twin too. The incantation behind the ring is one of being swept away and off her feet and into my arms as my bride forevermore. I work with the ring adding about fourteen other incantations with Shaktar’s aplomb that she will never know of; but will align our lives together for at least sixteen years.
The Wedding Ring of My Heart
The wedding ring swirls
In many incantations
To foster a rush
Into my arms
And into my mind
And into my life
Now and forever
As twins of the heart
Of fate . . .
In my mind if she accepts the ring as an engagement, we are already wed. I know that this is half the incantations behind the ring. Ms. Sunhara wine and dine one another at my favorite sway bar on New Year’s Eve. There is a gala ball that I spend most of my months’ wave to take her to. I know I cannot compete with the Madame but I do foster a gorgeous ensemble to wear of formal Atlantean attire. The tuxedo comes from a thrift shop and once again was never worn possibly due to a size that could not sell. I am always amazed at how this works for me through time and later on and once again when I find myself poor in my life.
As the fireworks aplomb in the night time sky, I propose with the most mesmerizing prose that I speak. The prose is one of the grace and beauty of the two forever through time as twins of the heart. I open the box, remove the ring and put it on her hand. “Will you marry me Ms. Sunhara?” She is obviously not expecting this at this time. She gulps the rest of her champagne down and orders another bottle. I do not laugh but motion her on to the dance floor. We sway and motion together as if we were one due to other incantations in the ring and in myself. She cannot leave my arms. I motion her to a tantric swing that I had reserved for the rest of the eve for her and myself. The champaign is delivered to the sway room and I close the door.
Little Ms. Sunhara is unable to persuade me not to hold her and repose her in maneuvers that I learned from the older femme of my heart this year. She fosters a full body orgasm or two and I am pleased within myself. Shaktar chuckles and whispers in my ear that this bonds twins to their fate. I get a little too excited after this and attempt to fondle her breast. She brushes my hands away as I reach to delicately swipe her nipples under her mounds of bosom suspended high and tight in her bustier. I know by my rising passion and gentle formations of hardness that I had not taken enough anti‐sexual medication this eve. Generally, my older femme would push a pill in my mouth at this point. Aryah seems to not know what to do.
I reach in my back pocket and take three pills just to be o.k. with her and myself. She feels better about this and pulls out a tiny bag of pills from between her breasts and adds these to my mouth. Knowing how this could be too much I graciously kiss her and press them into her mouth instead. I am unclear what this will do for her but she seems not to notice given the mouth full of champagne and the French kiss of my tongue against hers. We sway and snuggle and ride the wave of a tantric moment of ecstatic reunion. I am clear as this occurs that Aryah has had elder men of the eve also aiding her in understanding her own sensuality and the nature of the male. I sense that her Auntie picked out just the right ones for her to be safe with.
Suddenly Aryah is nauseous. She gets up and up‐chucks her meal all over the floor. I foster a napkin and later a towel to aid her in cleaning up. Fortunately, her clothing is clean as is mine. I feel bad within about giving her my anti‐erection pills. She claims it is simply too much champagne and that this has occurred before for her. I choose to clean up the room and have her rest in the swing. I return to hold her in my arms and she dozes off into a vision quest of her own. I know not what the vision quest is of but she does share with me some of her experience the weeks to follow.
She is followed in her vision by a fox in sheep’s clothing. The fox is outwitting her aunt. The fox is going to gather herself to himself and carry her away in a riptide of himself. The fox is frightening to her. She becomes a hare and races into the underbrush. In the underbrush is a wise old woman. The old woman is sitting by a fire. She hands Aryah a lamp. The lamp sparks up and grows to become a torch in her hand. Suddenly she is an egret soaring in the night time sky. The torch is left behind as a marker for her underbrush.
She soars and soars to the heavens only to pass by a brown eagle of myself. I soar ahead of her looking back with my fiery topaz-colored eyes. She cannot help but follow me to wherever I am to lead. She tries and tries to soar in another direction. She knows it is myself in her dreams and vision quest of herself. She is upset at not being able to take the lead. I sense this and allow her to do so. Although I wish to allow her this, she somehow cannot. We land upon a perch high on top of a glacier topped mountain. The terrain is barren but the valley and trees glisten with a lake beneath. The sun is high and warm. She snuggles underneath my wing.
The Vision Quest of Aryah
I incantate a spell
In the wedding ring of ourselves
For a vision quest with my twin
In deep care of my heart
In all the revelations she may require
To follow me for life . . .
Suddenly another eagle appears that is jade black with emerald-colored eyes. It is the Madame. She swoops over us and caws endlessly for us to break up our bond. Suddenly two golden eggs are laid. Before the chicks can hatch, the black eagle picks one up in its claws and disappears behind the snowy cascade. I look and the second egg is still there. I pick up the second egg only to fly off somewhere safe but also to follow the black eagle to retrieve my child. Aryah follows me.
I swoop down into a meadow with wildflowers abloom. Once again, I feel the eagle of myself in the physical. I smell the scent of the flowers as does Aryah. The black eagle is nowhere to be found until I choose for it within myself. The Madame is perched in the heavens of another valley nearby. I know where she is and take off to find her. Aryah does not follow this time. I cannot find the Madame in her emerald eyes or black feathers of self. I lose Aryah somehow too. I ponder this with Shaktar for a month to follow. Often Aryah and I share of our introspections over our first vision quest together.
I realize that for a time Aryah will follow me. I am unclear about the children. One may follow or be with the Madame through time. Indeed, this does come to be so and I do lose her to the Madam’s ways through the end of her life. The other is my cherished daughter of parallel systems of self who knows me up until my fame takes flight. Aryah and I do divorce in the end and she follows herself into her later life as the psychologist of the Madam’s fame and not her own.
The Fostering of My Fate
I am unexpectedly offered
A position on the Madame’s set
To foster many an interview
Of the elite counsels of tantric partnership and family
Of the town of Fala’a
Unexpectedly, I am summoned to participate in support of the Madame’s show in a production facility nearby. We are now engaged but not betrothed as Aryah will not commit to a date for the wedding. She says she needs more time to get to know me. The work upon the set is a set‐up for her to get to know me in other ways than lengthy telephone calls and occasional experiences in a tantric sway club in Fala’a that I also work for. She does not choose to take me on a trip with the Madame.
I continue to enjoy my tantric affairs on the side but not into the wee hours of the morning. I find that the tantra with others really reposes me back into my center point and out of the diva of Ms. Sunhara. The diva of Ms. Sunhara is really a position of power that the Madame accolades for her to foster her life choices. I allow Aryah her power and recover my own with each sway with another femme in the sway club. I ponder what I will do if the sway club is unavailable unto me any longer as I go to work for the Madam’s set for her television show.
The Madame is choosing to foster her annual twin date show in Fala’a. She is also to interview many famous authors of tantra and tantric community too. There are twelve shows to be produced over a four-month interim. I am summoned to help with the set and other needs of the crew for a rather exorbitant amount of script given the wages at the tantric sway. I am excited. I choose to accept and save funds for an adventure with Ms. Sunhara ahead. The Madame is kind to me as I arrive upon my first day of work upon her set. The crew asks me to foster simple tasks such as getting the Madame her juices or aiding the set in its construction given my size and stature. I enjoy the set making as it is creative.
Soon little Ms. Sunhara appears upon the scenes. She is learning make‐up artistry and hair design for actors and actresses. I am not surprised and make sure to stay far away from her as I can as I am often aroused in her presence. She wears the cutest little skirts and swings her hips in the sassiness of herself. I drool at her tiny bottom and platform shoes to allow her to be higher next to me than otherwise.
One day she wears her long blond hair down. The sun glistens in the straight lines of the golden hue of herself. The next her hair is up in the most beautiful configuration of bows and trinkets and braids. I am in love with my future bride. I long to caress her but restrain myself seemingly endlessly while we work. At the end of the eve, we dine together at a make shift meal house sacred unto the Madame. The food and wine are always delightful. Auntie does often sit with us for a brief chat before motioning on to attend to the others each day.
The crew is adroit and beautiful and very gifted at all that they do. In time I am motioned also into the transfigurist lounge of make-up, hair and attire systems of the stage production system of the Madame. There are dressing rooms with all types of garments and trinkets along with bows and whistles and bells and socks and scarves and hats and skirts and bustiers to fit the next one to be interviewed.
I have fun dressing each one while Aryah fosters their make up in the beauty of herself. Each to be interviewed emerges on to the set in a blaze of light that Shaktar aids me in fostering for them to ease their fear and foster a kind interview. The interviews are often stigmatized with the individual failing to be able to speak clearly or getting lost in themselves. I learn to anchor Shaktar into each to allow a more gracious interview to unfold. This works for about half interviewed.
I speak to the Madame about the difficulties some have expressing themselves in their interviews. She claims not to worry as the television crew always edits the boo‐boos out of the experience. Indeed, in reviewing the actual interview following edits, the show is transformed into a brilliant exchange with each. Those comments that are un‐brilliant are edited out of the story line by a film editor Wenling.
Wenling, who was my counselor in Maturity School, has gone on to learn film editing and joined the crew of the Madame for the Fala’a “Episodes of Tantric Self” which is the name of the series that will air in the spring. Wenling is enjoying her role and understands the concepts better than someone outside of the tantric system of the region. The Madame is gifted at choosing the right people to accompany her film production always to continue to make her show an amazing success. I learn something from the experience that I will later apply to my own show in a time of fame later in my life ahead.
Aryah and I sway late into the evening in an unexpected encounter upon my part. The Madame enters our private lounge at a local sway bar and chooses to join us in our swing together. I am startled at first but soon realize that she is giving us her blessing for our marriage. The unison of the three is glorious in its motions of light synthesis and heart space. I witness the heart accolades of the three unite, first with Aryah as my twin and then with the Madame as an overture of sway.
The sway motions into increasingly glorious waves of ecstasy within myself and within each. We rush to the moment of a crescendo of ourselves. Aryah curls into my arms while the Madame embraces the two of us from behind. I am excited and foster an erection. The Madame appears not to mind but slips a pill or two or three under my tongue to allow the sojourn to flow into deeper tantric rapture. I begin to motion into another vision quest of the three.
Suddenly I am flying again with the Madame at my side and Aryah in my arms. I am carrying Aryah some place I am unfamiliar with. In my arms Aryah is at peace. Outside of my arms she will falter, and this I know somewhere deep in my heart accord. The Madame stands in front of us not unlike a priest causing us to exchange vows. The vows ignite a key that triggers a three‐way full body orgasm to conclude the sway.
The Madam flushes and raptures in myself and with Aryah. She is beautiful in her flush of self. I hold the two in my arms, one on either side; and find that the Madame, for all her power, is a gentle female also in need of the heart of myself. I will never fear her again. We doze off some into the morning light. By the time I awaken, both the Madam and Aryah have gone. I soar through the remainder of the day pondering what is next to unfold in my life . . .
The Trio of My Heart
There is a synergy
Between the twins
That fosters a joyful blaze
Of ecstatic reunion
That is delightful always
To share . . .
I anoint you as dear twins
Of my heart . . .
I witness that something has shifted in the power of the Madame. Somehow, she has pushed the two of us together in a more intimate manner than we would have fostered on our own. I witness the gift of the matchmaker in the Madame. For all her power, she is also a beautiful female of deep grace and graciousness in her nuances in the tantric sway of herself. I will never forget her beauty as she held the two of us in the swing and sway of our hearts on this miraculous eve of my rebirth. I am reborn into the role of the husband and father of two children to be.
The lore of the Fox and the Hare fades and a new lore fable of the Tantric Quad of Self is about to take flight. Aryah chooses to set a date for the wedding. The wedding date is to be before another show that the Madame has planned to televise about young twin love and marriage. I am to be a star in her show too along with Aryah. I am mesmerized with myself more than anything in this possibility.
The Twin Honeymoon of Our Lives
We are the chosen ones
The twins of the season
To be married into ourselves
On national syndicated television
In an emerging romance
Filmed for the Madame
To foster an interest
In young twin love
In the social scenes
Of her heart if not our own . . .
Aryah and I am chosen for a twin date marriage at the Madame’s discretion. This I am not expecting in the least. The choice is a gift of her heart for two twins that are to be portrayed upon a honeymoon in her show the world of the gift of young twin love. Soon I am to become a star on stage and on camera and in the limelight of all of Atlantis. The thought of instant fame mesmerizes me. I have always wished to have center stage and here is my unique opportunity.
My mother explains the Madam’s perspective. The Madame is a sincere twin unto Aryah too; she may desire to marry the two of you out of her own need to foster a triad for her own renewal and sustenance as well as joy of the heart in life. The Madame is not so young anymore. Indeed, I can see the lines in her face up close and underneath the stage makeup she wears upon the set. Shaktar claims that following the wedding and within a year the Madame will look young again within herself and due to the trilogy of twin love of us all. If twin children are born, then the renewal will even be grander. Watch out for an early conception please, Shaktar warns and due to the auntie’s own needs and not our own. I pile my box of anti‐sexual medication twice as big always carrying it with me just in case.
On the day of our wedding, the two of us are ushered into the makeup and costume system that we have provided for so many others appearing upon the Madame’s interviews of amazing tantric society people of the village of Fala’a. I am separated from little Miss Sunhara until the eve. My mother is present and is also glamorized alongside me. My father is unable to attend but will receive a gift of a visit to our soon to be new home not far from the Madam’s palace that is our wedding gift.
My hair is washed, trimmed, processed, tinted with silver blue highlights, and dried into an amazing sheen of a mane beneath my shoulders. Somehow about a foot of hair is cut off. I am upset at first as I have adored my long locks a long time. I do agree as I look in the mirror from the backside how much more beautiful the curls fall and fold into and out of one another after the gifted hair stylist pruned my mane. My mother’s blond mane is caressed with blond highlights that accentuate her mesmerizing blue eyes. The entire experience is very odd to both of us as generally are a wash and wear type of person who allows the hair to blow dry in the wind.
The makeup artist fosters my face in a dramatic style that almost appears feminine unto me as I look in the mirror. My mother looks young enough to be my bride after her makeup is fostered. The artisan is obviously very gifted. My mother is adorned in a pale blue silk frock that matches her eyes perfectly. A white organza hat is added along with a blue and white scarf. Blue shoes with white hose complete the ensemble along with a pendant gifted by the Madame of a blue azurite stone. My mother looks gorgeous. We drink the afternoon away with many toddies of some alcoholic concoction or another and find ourselves floating within in a feel good hug of ourselves. I wish to sway with my mother one last time prior to my wedding. I am told that there may not be time.
A gorgeous silk shirt in just my size with an amazing hand painted design is gifted to me. The colors are black with turquoise and deep sea blue in a swirling wave formation that feathers into one another similar to the wedding ring I gifted to Aryah. I don the shirt and am really happy with the design as it is cut higher on one end and lower on the other in an artsy flair I have never known before. Tight black pants are pulled on to follow. One sock is put on in turquoise and the other in sea blue with beautiful black leather shoes that I could never afford offered just in my size. A sea blue and turquoise feather is hung upon my right ear. I feel like the rooster of myself as I look in the mirror at my apparition.
Ribbons of sea blue and turquoise are woven and braided into my hair. I am motioned to stand up as the artisans are complete with my style. I feel really high and almost dizzy. The Madame enters the dressing room to inspect my appearance along with my mother’s. She is pleased and offers me a white powder to snuff up my nose. She says it will allow me to sway in a more grounded state for the filming of the twin date and not to worry. I think about it but do not refuse and snuff the snuff up my nose. I am instantly grounded back into my body and know that this is probably better; although I still am flying very high in myself.
My mother follows suit. She too feels more in herself after. What I do not understand about the Madame and my soon to be wife is that they are really addicted to many drugs I know nothing about that take them up and cause them to soar; and then bring them down to be anchored in themselves; and then sometimes into a listless depression that is difficult for the Madame in particular. Later I will become addicted to all these drugs too; only to abort it with heavy withdrawals and all due to my choice to foster my spiritual path beyond the fame of my marriage.
The Fame of My Marriage
The fame of my marriage is endless
A merry go round ball of the Madame
To consort her and my wife
In the seasons of her life
For company and romance in the sway of herself
In the lives of the rich and famous
My mother and I are escorted to an amazing hover craft. I have never flown upon this type of craft and am mesmerized at the possibility. Later the Madame will gift me one as she somehow fosters to own two. I will adore the beautiful regions I can gracefully float unto in the natural world as a result to ponder my existence. My twin enters from the other side and the two of us sit side by side. She takes my hand and places an emerald ring upon my fourth finger in a parallel design to her own wedding ring, the gift of myself.
I allow my mother to witness the beautiful gift of her heart. Unknowing unto myself, the ring is incantated for us to participate always in the life of the Madame as a part of our marital agreements. The Madame marries with us as a triad of twin formation for her own sake. Later I learn a famous psychic had predicted a marriage of this sort with Aryah possibly six years prior to our meeting.
I look at Aryah and hardly recognize her. Her hair has been died to match my own and has become thick, shiny, wavy and black with silver blue highlights. Her turquoise eyes glisten in the joy of a future stepping down into our life dreams of wedded bliss. She is in love and as high as myself. More cocktails are brought to us by a stewardess. She needs me and wants me and will marry me and is determined to have me and her powerful Madame auntie is choosing to foster her goal too. I feel desired. I feel desired by her and by the Madame at the same time.
I am not sure if Aryah desires me or if it is the Madame desiring me through her to foster our union or not. I bless the two of them in deep care of my heart for each of them as beautiful females and my fear and guilt lifts. I feel guilty as the night before last, the Madame took me by herself in a swing of herself in a huge tantric tidal wave while loaded upon a drug that I am unfamiliar with. She also provided some snuff and I soared with her but not by choice but due to a chemical hitting my mind.
Twins and Twins and Twins and Twins
The Madame is fixated
Upon twins
Twins of identical appearances
And twins of unison
And twins of the heart
And twins of the season
Some twins adjoin
And others collide
And it all mesmerizes
The Madame
Aryah was nowhere to be found this eve of the Madam’s perseverance of a tantric high with me as her new and soon to be twin son in law. Later I discover that she in parallel had a tantric sway with her elder beloved who may not be with her again, as he too is marrying a twin of his heart that the Madame had found somewhere in another region far away from his own. The Count is very gracious and does join us for the wedding ceremony in his tux and tails. He enchants my mother taking her for a sway of his own later that night. She enjoys the sway more maybe due to the drugs in all the beverages we are served; but ponders why she fostered this encounter later on.
The Count often appears in the social scenes of myself and sometimes where my mother is also present. He is always gracious but avoids her as he desires another type I later learn. My mother does not care as she is a naturalist within and does not believe in all the fame, money, drugs and the years of therapy it takes some to recover of the strife that this causes in their life. The count finally divorces and requires four years of therapy to get over the loss of his twin who departs claiming him to be sincerely gay. The limelight of all the gossip is too much for my mother who retreats further out of my life due to the ring of the rich and famous that surround Aryah and the Madame and myself in time. This saddens me as I long for the realist that my mother is that most in the Madam’s circle are not.
The count is the Madam’s escort for the wedding. There are only a few guests that are attending and mostly of Aryah’s fostering. I request only one guest who is Ghislaine. Ghislaine is unable to attend although the funds for travel are provided. She is busy in the studies of her degree facing final exams and cannot depart her university at this time. I am disappointed that she could not witness my wedding although she does in the television fantasy show of ourselves as it is aired.
The four of us along with Aryah’s two friends are flown to an island flavor hotel of great beauty and mesmerizing first class quality that I could never afford in my soon to be former life. Aryah’s friends are adorned like my mother in beautiful peach ensembles also with white hats and scarves that offset their green eyes and long French braided blond hair beautifully. Rhylan and Rhapsody are twins that are identical and also twins of the heart. They hope to find twins to marry and are to foster a date show with the Madame of this stature soon.
I realize that these two are not really friends of Aryah’s but a part of the Madame’s inspiring guests or so I think. Later I come to understand that Aryah did spend much time with Rhyland and Rhapsody and the three were gifted at equestrian interests at an earlier time in their lives. Aryah has won prizes in contests for a very sacred breed of show horse in its glamorous Lipizzaner stallion formations of stride. After being thrown from her horse, Aryah chose to retire of her equestrian interests in the fears of the Madame.
This type of lifestyle mesmerizes me but I have little to share of equal caliber of experience. Inside I feel really diminished next to all the luxuries of Aryah’s former life. I ponder why she did not choose the Count for a husband except when we are in the tantric swing of ourselves; for there our love always flourishes; even sometimes while higher on drugs than I will like to be. In a few years, I become more accustomed to the rich fosterings and cause some of my own amazing experiences to share of due to a large amount of script gifted to us by the Madame through time.
I am amazed by all the artistic expression of the hotel of our ceremony with its beautiful fountains, lush minerals, plants and other natural world wonders obviously imported from regions around the world. The floor is a beautiful azure blue of malachite. The ceilings glisten with real gold and silver. Marble adorns the countertops of each table in the dining hall. A gazebo graces the center with a bridge over ponds with delightful fountains in the four corners of the room. Light that is natural cascades over the flowering plants neatly tended unto by some adroit gardener and shimmers in all the little waterways.
We are guided to the place to begin our ceremony. Aryah is escorted by the Count while I by the Madame to the center of the gazebo. A magistrate in a blue azure cape joins us. The ceremony is sweet and simple and of a tantric flavor of incantation. I have prepared incantations of my own sacred unto me and had asked Aryah to do the same. I do share of mine. Aryah is too forgetful to recite her own but hands me an envelope that I open and read upon her behalf. My mother hides how upset she is in the exchange for Aryah failed to speak her truth from her heart. She never shares with me what this means in her own understanding of lore fables following a marital ceremony of this nature until after we divorce sixteen years later.
I am unbothered by this and sense that Aryah will always follow my lead and this is why I had to read her own prose of care of me in lieu of her. I feel the blessings of spirit cascade over the ceremony. Aryah and I lead the group out the other side of the gazebo and the Madame and Count follow along with the rest of the guests. The entire ceremony is filmed by a television crew who are gifted at hiding their cameras. I know this not but am grateful that this is how the filming is fostered as I would be potentially shy or uncomfortable otherwise.
Aryah also knows not of the tiny cameras buried in the bustier’s of her twin friends until the show is produced. We stride to a lovely open air restaurant that rests beside the glistening white seashore. It is nighttime now but the moon glows full and shimmers over the sea. The waves rush to shore creating a beautiful sound in my mind.
The Romance of the Eve Gone Down
We romance to the sway of ourselves
As the guests of honor
Newlyweds of husband and wife
Glistening together
In the moonshine of ourselves
Until the Madame faints
And the Count courts my mother
And the twins film delicacies
Of our hearts knowing . . .
The seven of us are seated in a round table. Beautiful and delectable morsels of this and that hors d’oeuvre each with a mouthwatering taste are brought to the table. Champagne and other cocktails flow liberally amongst us. A set of minstrels playing very ubiquitous music begin to chime behind us. I cannot help myself and motion in front of them to light wave dance. I must dance my enchantment for my bride. I motion graciously in all the moves that Saanva had taught me that were very grand in their expression of deep care of the heart. The minstrels clap as I conclude.
I motion Aryah to join me. She stands up and we sway to the drumbeat of ourselves under the full moon and behind the rushing waves of the seashore of my dreams. I am high and in love with Aryah and in love with the possibilities that are about to unfold in our new life together. I long for travel and beautiful experiences in foreign lands and other gifts I have never known but Aryah has. I foresee the horizon of this opening unto me now. I bless as I sway with Aryah.
My mother sighs within as she knows more about what can occur in this type of lifestyle than myself due to a former friend that married a wealthy elite partner who knew little about tantric sway outside of endless rounds of drugs. The friend finally departed for her real twin who could sway with her au naturel. The love was so much grander without the drugs that she could never say much other than the lifestyle of the rich and famous is complicated in its quest for the rush of the two that it cannot have a night off. The drugs force the rush but crush the heart through time. Her friend’s twin allows her to heal of her heart afflictions as she departs a very sick union. My mother hopes in her heart that this is not true for Aryah but witnesses already that it is so for the Madame who grows higher and higher by the end of the eve.
The Madam and Count choose to sway in a dance all of their own. They appear raptured with one another’s power if not care of the heart but in a high all of their own. They seem to be triggering a trousseau of sorts and possibly a tantric sway of their own soon. The Madame flushes as the Count dances with her drawing her into himself. The Madame suddenly faints. The hotel staff rush over to see what has occurred. I choose to repose her not unlike the catastrophe with little Ms. Sunhara and myself on the stage of her graduation. Alas the Madame does not come to. She snores loudly and we know she is just needing some rest.
The hotel staff find a cot with rollers and we all pick her up placing her upon the bed of the bosom of herself. The staff gently roll her to her room. The count then chooses not to sway with the twins but courts my mother instead. This is odd I think as I feel kind of protective over her. I wish to motion her elsewhere but she chooses instead to motion closer to the count. They appear in a dream of the Madam and not of herself. The pair chooses to adjoin and dance off to a tantric sway room of their own.
The twins are fascinated with the two of us. We feed one another tantric morsels followed by kisses of French filled with champagne. We tease one another with gentle humor about intimate knowing’s of ourselves. The twins laugh with us. I do not realize that all of our intimacies are filmed by the hidden cameras of their bustiers. Later I am upset at all the intimate knowledge of our romance that becomes public knowledge due to the Madame’s television production of our wedding eve.
She edits out her own collapse but leaves our intimate truth intact for the production itself. Although I object, she feels otherwise and so it is aired as she wishes and not myself. Aryah is not concerned and feels that it will attract attention by some that we will enjoy knowing over time. We will be a popular twin couple in the Madam’s circle. This grows to be more upsetting later on as we are solicited as the Madame’s twins of marital fame to speak to others about our union.
Twins in Love
Aryah and I caress
In the first three years of marriage
In the love of the twins
And the beauty of our souls
In the desires of our hearts
To conceive a child
That the Madame wishes for
If not ourselves . . .
Our union is beautiful in the beginning and I shine as I share about the love of the two, and the love of the three, and the love of a new life that is grander than I would have expected. Later and after our children are born, I become convinced that Aryah has lost her capacity to sway in the heart with me. Years of drug use of myself follow as I cannot stand a non‐sway with my wife.
My twin daughters do try and fill in the love I am in need of but this is not the same as adult sway. I find myself drifting off into numerous tantric liaisons with others until the Madam threatens my life claiming that my affairs are disturbing herself and also becoming gossip that afflicts her fame. I understand but do not quit as I am too much in need for the love of the feminine that is not really a part of this life of rich and famous objectives of the Madame or Aryah it seems.
Finally, I choose not to divorce Aryah but rather the Madame. I take my two beautiful twin daughters and my wife to a remote region that the Madame cannot travel to witness very often. Aryah knows that it is either a move elsewhere or divorce. She chooses to join me as in the truth of her heart she loves me more than any man she has had as a tantric escort. Her tantric escorts began at age fourteen. Aryah was twenty-nine and not twenty as I thought as we married. She has had a load of experience with many men; far more than I ever knew until she confesses about some of her odd affairs in her drugged moments in the tantric swing with me through time.
I learn to love Aryah in spite of it all and we do create heart space together as a family. As I depart the fame of the Madame’s circle, I do not choose to return to Fala’a due to all the issues that haunt us and also for the sake of my mother. My mother does visit us for a time and really enjoys her granddaughters. Our life takes a turn for the better for a time or so I think. Eventually Aryah packs up and departs as she misses all the limelight and glamour of the lifestyle of her auntie.
I wind up raising my daughters from ages four until they turn sixteen. In trade I am gifted a load of script that affords me a beautiful lifestyle as a light wave motion dancer on stage in a very luscious resort region of my heart. My daughters do fill my heart and so do many a tantric sway partner that comes and goes from my life. I do not choose to ever marry again.
The Honeymoon of Us
We are blessed
By the spirit and soul
That fosters twin unison
Into a mesmerizing sojourn
Of the couple of the year
And not of the Madame
But of ourselves . . .
We are escorted to a gracious suite with many unique tantric swings I have never worked with before. The tantric swings have gadgets for legs and arms and other positions that are generally not feasible without support. Aryah giggles as she has only been in such a type of swing possibly four or five times she says. Later I discover that there was far more use of this type of swing than she purports upon our honeymoon. I am not shy about it and soon she fosters my feet in a position that is very erotic if not downright stimulating me into an erection. Aryah is tiny in her waist and not suited to penetration she tells me.
Her bustier simmers in the moonlight that cascades through the round windows above the swing. She pushes one leg just a little too far and suddenly I am propelled outside the swing sliding off the backside on to my head. Aryah laughs so hard at the sight of me that she has to stop and take a picture. Suddenly I am the buffoon of myself in a tantric eve of my wedding instead of the beloved. Aryah does snap the photo but I feel the need to speak from my heart.
“This is a very sacred moment for me and you. I am not well here with what occurred with your aunt. She is obviously more addicted to drugs than I could imagine. I need you to be here with me in my heart and not in some game of funny business of something that is to be put on the airwaves of ourselves. I love you Aryah and wish us to find our unison of the song of ourselves as twins.”
Aryah grows to be very serious with me in this moment. “We have shared many things but sometimes my auntie does pass out on me and in our travels together. I think it is a mind wave issue or so the doctor generally reports. Somehow all her synapses in the cortex snuff out all at once and she passes out. There are medications to prevent this but perhaps she failed to take them today given all the fanfare for our wedding. Please forgive her.”
I am not sure what to say about this but choose simply to take Aryah into my arms in one of the more normal swings and repose her into several orgasms. This she appears to enjoy always as do I. The motions sway for me too and allow my body to rock and roll into the swing of myself with her. We orgasm together. I fly into another dream sequence of a vision quest while Aryah passes out herself possibly due to too much champagne.
The Vision Quest of Our Marriage
One path is a wide sojourn
Of many satin objects
That tantalize my senses
In the lustiness of my beautiful twin
And the other path
Is a hard road
Of potential addiction
To the use of drugs
In my vision I am shown two paths; one that is steep and narrow and the other which is wide and gracious but glazed with a serum of sorts I do not understand. Upon the narrow path is an elk. Upon the wide path is a dove. The dove pecks at the ground and then flies away leaving the path open but barren. The elk grazes and then leaps down the canyon wall. I at first choose the wider path which is littered with debris of a tantric boudoir notion such as lace panties and satin robes and braziers of various colors and sizes along with sparkly gemstones sprinkled in between.
Aryah rises in the midst of all the lingerie in the most delicate of boudoir accoutrements with her bosom held high and the nipples peeking through the lace of her bustier and lace shorts that entice me to make love to her; I am aroused in myself. Suddenly I am a colt that is in need of its mother’s milk. I am thirsty and lonely for the female that gave birth unto me. Aryah appears as the horse who is laden with milk and I nurse until I am full.
I float to the second path and there is an eagle that is blue at the end. The blue eagle soars above the path screeching to beware of the drive of the drugs. At the end of path is a very sick human that I do not recognize but know is myself. The drugs have sucked all that I am about out of me and there is only a shadow of a person remaining who is addicted to a point of inconsistency in myself. I shudder at this possibility and ponder what is next.
I cannot seem to become the brown eagle to follow the blue eagle to where she is perched. I am drowned in the sorrows of myself in a sea of nothing forever in nowhere land abandoned by spirit and soul. I deject this path and return to the wide road only to see that the two roads adjoin in the distant future nonetheless. I am uneasy in myself in my vision and with Aryah at my side sound asleep. I choose to get up and take a swim in the pool of the hotel.
I don some shorts that I find in a drawer in the bathroom and some slippers and quietly depart the room leaving the door ajar as I have no key. I descend three flights of stairs and into the swimming area. I graciously enter a very warm pool of ionized substances and begin to feel better as I float to this side or that. Other femme attempt to create a tantric moment but I do not allow for this. I tell them I am on my honeymoon and simply need a swim. They each smile and float away.
Aryah awakens and is frightened that I am not there. She calls her aunt who comes to the room to calm her down. I return as I feel in my heart a large tug of something that is wrong. I realize I should have left a note. I return only to discover a teary eyed Aryah in her aunties’ arms. I apologize and simply state I had a disturbing vision and went to the pool to repose myself into harmony so that I did not disturb Aryah.
The Madam is very understanding but chooses to remain with us through the first night of our honeymoon. For my mother and as I tell her this, she nearly explodes in a temper tantrum I have never witnessed within her before. She simply claims that the Madame is really unaware of tantric fables and what this means to your future. She will break you apart my mother claims and in the end. I say softly it was Aryah that called her as I departed the room to swim. My mother rolls her eyes and says that it is my life and I will come to terms with what I have created through time.
I am unwell with another night with Aryah and the Madame. I wish to be alone with Aryah to find our path together on our honeymoon of the two and not the three. I express this the next morning as we dine as a threesome. My mother departed upon the earliest train along with the twins and the count. We are to spend a week in this lovely resort on our own, the Madame expresses. I honor this but feel that we need to retreat now. The Madame does depart with the noon train and I feel some relief to have Aryah alone to myself to create a foundation for our new life together.
I am just beginning to awaken to how much Aryah’s life is possibly controlled by her auntie. I speak some of this and for the need for Aryah to put our union first and before her motions with her aunt. Aryah does understand some but not as much as her education of tantric family and tantric community turns out to be nominal. She wishes to learn more though. I find some peace in the moment in this understanding. I also realize for all that Aryah has accomplished or experienced that I have a backbone of understanding of deep care of the unity of family and community in a tantric sway that she has lacked her entire life. In her heart she longs for this possibly more than anything and so she expresses in this moment.
The Loss of Heart
The loss of heart
In the breach of parents and children
Is a sick foray of dream
That does not delight
And triggers deep wounds
That can foster a difficult fate
Unless the twins merge
To allow one another
To heal within
I find my heart opening to embrace her in the loneliness of a non‐tantric journey of her mother who was a tantric lover to the Madame who conceived with another of wealth and gave birth unto Aryah; but committed suicide in the end when the father dejected her due to a lack of enough poise to remain at his side in public. The Madame chose to in part raise Aryah and in the image of what her father wished as a glamorous person that could be poised upon the stage of life.
Her father had euthanized about a year before we met. I am unclear about what her father was like but see within Aryah’s heart a deep longing for something that was never there for her in the suicide of her mother which broke the bond of care at age seven. I speak to what I see and Aryah snuggles up to me as she begins to heal of the wounds of her life due to the love of her twin husband Jasgahntar.
I bless my twin and love her always in all the care that I offer realizing that each has a fable in this life and many stories are wounding ultimately within. In the healing, the humanness of each is fostered in care and acceptance of the unique path of each. I realize that we are very diverse people given our life experiences although we are twins that oscillate a motion that understands one another inherently due to our parallel mindset. I am grateful always to our capacity to comprehend one another’s position in the years ahead even though we choose in the long haul not to remain together. I bless my new wife always and forever in this heart of mine . . .
The Path of Fate
I am that I am
With my twin
Forever within myself
And within herself
I am here to bless
And heal my heart
Along with her heart
Regardless of the difficulties
That may arise through time
I am that I am
A human who cares
And human who bonds
Through the tantric sway
Of a time of deep synergy
Of the heart mind and soul
I care that I am
I love that she is
I am forever
In love with my twin
In this heart of mine . . .
The Truth of Atlantis
The truth of Atlantis
Was a time of light wave synergy
That fostered humanity
In beautification of self
To provide for one another
In prosperity and delight
For each man woman and child
In a mellifluous truth
Of the love of the divine
In which soul oscillates within
In divine partnership
Of the two three and the many
In the love of the heart
And the care of spirit
Fostering the truth of the whole
In light wave devotion
Of the Dao and Tao of Earth
For each and every kingdom
In the love of the world
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Dedication
With Delight and Appreciation, we (Asur’Ana and Per) dedicate this book our cross age twin flame, Jasgahntar, born in Atlantis about twelve thousand years ago. Jasgahntar left memoirs of his personal experience as a tantric master that foster divine realization of self. Atlantean civilization fostered gift of creating tantric dreams of delight where mindset development flourished. Many spiritual aspirants long for a restoration of the joy possible in life when mindset resonates amongst all and civilization fosters unity, peace, happiness and a state of oneness through tantric union.
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Source
Asur’Ana. Light Wave 8: We Dream of Atlantis. Aligning With Earth, 2023. Digital.