Beloved of the Three
I am the beloved
Of myself
In a syncopated motion in time
Fostering a symphony
Of ourselves
In a sonnet of the forever
Of the love of the two
And the care of the three
Ignited in an equinox in time
To repose divine love
And the care of the soul
In a majestic union with spirit
In a love bonnet of the sublime
Fostered within
I care that I am
In love with you
And your child
My Bulbous Young Body: The Chubby Youth of Myself
I, Jasgahntar, am the chubby bubba of myself in my youth. My mother Endelay who is nicknamed Bubu is very gracious at feeding me the fostering of the current medical system of substances for balanced young mindset; but only for the first three years. Little boxes of bonbons and candy coated morsels of taste bud delights filled with vital nutrients that are rich in the substances I crave to retain my mindset levels arrive each month for a certain large amount of script.
My mother witnesses how much more I enjoy sucking upon the sweet treats from each pretty little box than her concoctions that are less expensive and more nutritious in her opinion than what is provided for by the current medical geniuses of Atlantis. She is not a medical genius but is gifted in the kitchen in concocting sublime meals filled with known medicinals sometimes grown in the local garden. Her tantric kitchen is known to put the residents of the community in the sway of light motion together in a bliss kiss high recurrently through time. She attempts to cause a parallel response in me to save script for other purchases she wishes to foster for herself in a tantric sway with a new partner in addition to my father. The new partner sometimes embraces me in his swing too fostering another male motion that is useful to fostering my rest.
My mother struggles with how many times I deject her concoctions at first spitting them up and out and sometimes upon her. Over time she learns to hide the bitter taste of her medicinals and other wonders of mind bend not from the tantric pantry in honey and a paste made with nuts. My mind bends into bliss but fails to develop as it should in the first six years of my life and especially as the little boxes of bonbons cease to arrive each month to save the family script. The food I am fostered with causes my little body to grow into a bulbous size and stature far larger than all my classmates as I enter school. I am considered an obese young food hedonist in the eyes of my new teacher Yassa’e.
Yassa’e is a gifted young child mindset therapist, teacher, tantric family counselor with an aptitude of a PhD from a well‐known Atlantean university. She has witnessed many a youth fostered in her school through time. This is her twentieth year as a teacher. She is soon and in the following year to direct the school instead of teaching first grade students having passed her aptitude tests in leadership in the assertion of the current director of the foundation she works for. This does mean a fair amount more script for her life which in turn aids me in my diet later on. Yassa’e is so disturbed by my weight and size that she consults with the medical experts in Fala’a that had met with me recurrently since my birth.
The Doctor’s Visit
I am taken to a doctor’s office one week later and measured as four times larger than I should be. My poor mother is called into the practitioner’s office to understand what she has been feeding me that is not only making me overweight but also possibly disturbing the mental capabilities of myself. I am clumsy and heavy and my forensics does not flux properly to sustain my motions in the physical nor the mindset that I had been born with. The prior examinations had witnessed a larger stature but apparently I had blossomed much heavier than the last time a doctor had witnessed my size and weight.
Dr. Tadoit is concerned that the aptitude of my life levels of mastery may not be fulfilled upon as originally hoped for in a mindset development hungry society. My aptitude at birth could possibly have taken me off to a monastery in my youth that offered a spiritually gifted education program and guidance unavailable within a tantric community. This may now be impossible to foster as I appear in a real mind bend of the constant need for food in lieu of nurturing in the tantric sway. Obviously, the tantric sway of myself has been severely disturbed, enough to lose the gifted mindset I was born with. The mind also appears to have failed to have developed as it should with missing synapses and parts of the cortex misshapen. The food of my diet has obviously abated synapses that could flux more greatly in spiritual aptitude.
The midwife of my birth Lynelle is called into the office also to examine me. She has not seen me in three years and is also very disturbed at my weight gain and apparent lethargy of a groggy happiness that smiles up at her from the examination table without much seeming awareness. “What have you been feeding your son?” Lynelle inquires of my mother. “The future of Jasgahntar is obviously in for another journey than we hoped for in Fala’a.” she states.
My mother explains as best she can that this time is very difficult for her and the tantric family. For one the costs of all the mindset aptitude food resource are too much for her script as the departure of my father Deshontah from her life occurred. He departed as she conceived a child with another beloved Ozias who fails to provide any script for Jasgahntar whatsoever as he does not earn enough. His script goes to a younger brother born as I turned age three. I adored my younger half‐brother Zhaelad. Sadly, Zhaelad had demonstrated mind bend to an extreme into vicious behavior too many times within the community by age two. In the end he had threatened one of the other caregivers with a knife and at age three.
It was in this action that his father Ozias chose to remove Zhaelad from the community and seek out professionals in clinics to see if the mind bend could be overcome in his son. I Jasgahntar knew not of why my brother departed the community. My mother told me he had been adopted by another tantric family far away and with his father and that I may not see him again. My heart broke at the idea that I would never witness my half‐brother Zhaelad again who I adored and played with endlessly.
I grew much larger in size following the departure of Zhaelad from my life. In the truth of myself, I missed my little friend. I cried myself to sleep at night for a month solid. Finally, my mother added more medicinals into my food to calm me down and appease my heartbreak. The medicinals triggered an increasing appetite and I was often caught raiding the tantric kitchen during the day and consuming food meant for others in the community. My mother explains to the doctors and counselors that she felt I ate too much due to the loss of my half‐brother to euthanasia camps for youths.
The mind coaches did attempt for a time to foster a rebalancing of Zhaelad’s mind. The drugs and other substances failed to accomplish the goal and he was put to sleep about nine months after departing our home and the tantric community of my birth. My mother sobs in front of the doctors and midwife as she explains the family trauma of the past years. Losing Zhaelad was also a heart break for herself.
The family broke she says. The little half‐brother Zhaelad was a love child of herself fostered with Ozias. Ozias was devoted to Zhaelad and departed with him to cause his son’s mindset to ignite into a hopeful improvement. We heard nothing from either of them for four months. My mother was devastated in the loss of her son and beloved Ozias. My father Deshontah did re-enter the picture again taking my mother into the swing each night to aid her heart in mending. I knew he would return to our lives in the long haul as this was the karmic debt unto myself; to raise me into my teenage years and age sixteen.
Sometimes I would accompany Endelay with my father into the swing to aid in my healing and sometimes not. After four months, the prognosis is not positive, Ozias finally reported. He was on to another clinic and series of doctors to see what they could do to abate alpha-beta formations of mind bend that lead to nasty behavior of Zhaelad now and ahead in his life. Alpha-Beta mind flux is disallowed in Atlantean society any longer in all youth due to its harmful and brutal stature of existence in those of this nature. More treatments were prescribed. My mother fell into even deeper depression as did I.
Five months later, we heard again from Ozias with the sad news of a tantric euthanasia death that he participated in fostering Zhaelad’s crossing out of the physical in the deep care of his heart. Ozias was teary eyed upon the phone. Zhaelad was buried in sacred ash to foster a release of his spirit into another dimension and incarnation ahead.
Dearth rolled over the family, Endelay explains, and it was as this occurred that Jasgahntar began to consume even more food. He dines on three meals a day some weeks. I do not know what to do to curb his appetite; and feel bad at the loss of my son and his father. Ozias, who chooses not to return to the union with Endelay, feeling drawn into another community to also mend his heart of his son’s loss. The doctors and medical staff understand in the sincerity of themselves and their own life of the strife associated with euthanasia in general, and especially the heart break, when it occurs in a youth for tantric families.
Our midwife Lynelle chooses to take the three of us, Endelay, Deshontah and myself into a sacred tantric swing out of her own to better understand our predicament. The four of us sway to the light motions of field in the caress of her soul and spirit. She aids us in mending our hearts by allowing my little brother to depart my field. In the euthanasia process, Lynelle explains, the spirit of Zhaelad attached unto Jasgahntar in not knowing where to go next and in desiring to remain a part of the family of his birth and in the heart space of the tantric community.
Lynelle triggers a separation between Zhaelad’s spirit and my body-mind connection while in the swing. She also chooses to work with me personally for six months or more to follow to allow the self of myself to be only of myself as the merger of Zhaelad’s spirit and soul had triggered me to consume enough for two rather than just one body. Lynelle demonstrates the deepest of compassion and care for myself and my mother and father over the course of the following year. I will always love Lynelle for her delicate capacity to aid our family from the loss of heart in the euthanized death of my half brother, Zhaelad.
My Love of Zhaelad
I love this little one
The half‐brother of my heart
Who enters the world taking on the karma
For a mind bend of strife
Through an anthology of distorted genetics
That replicates itself through time
I bless my brother
And my mother and his father
And myself
As Zhaelad departs this world
In the deepest care of the heart
My entry into school is suspended until age eight and to allow me time to find balance enough to relate to the other children in harmony within. A monastery happenstance of possibility for my future education is cancelled. Lynelle witnesses that my mother really needs me in her life as the loss of both children would be just too much for her to bear at this time.
Lynelle seems to simply understand the dynamics of love, care, loss of heart and how the mind heals the wounds through time in its understanding of the dynamics at play in psycho‐social issues of a difficult journey into and out of euthanasia of one who is close. Lynelle had one child euthanized through time and it was a very painful experience for her too. Somehow Lynelle mends a part of her own heart loss too along with ourselves in our year journey of counseling and tantric sway together the year to come. I bless Lynelle with all my heart for aiding my mind to heal by age eight.
Valley of Death
I am the non‐crescendo
Of the loss of the care of the two
In a renunciation
Of the love of the heart
In the loss of my beloved and child
Through time
I am that I am that I am
In a remorse of grief
That incants a dream
For the recovery of my heart
As a divine supposition of who I am
In this life of mine
As a warrior of spirit
In the sublime oscillations
Of a fate to exist
Beyond this grave of yours . . .
The Strife of Euthanasia
Euthanasia is an extremely painful experience within a tantric family or within a tantric community. The bonds of tantra are a sway of light and nervous system motion that causes care of one another that is deep and sincere within and between those who are beloveds or who sway together as tantric friends. The care of the two, the care of the three and the care of the whole are the main focus of tantric systems of life in this cycle of Atlantis. The bonds fester when one in the community needs to pass due to afflictions of the mind or disease of the biology through time.
The group mourns the one who must be euthanized often for a year or more to follow. Those who are the most grievous are generally the closest beloved who often consumes more food growing heavier than is best for them to abate the loss so deep within. They fill themselves with food rather than care of the heart. I will witness this problem of strife in three cases ahead and aid the feminine in overcoming the requirement to eat to overcome a deep wound of the heart in a euthanasia crossing of a tantric beloved.
Often candlelit vigils and other ceremonies foster some semblance of restitution to the loss of heart of those remaining in life to follow. Swaying together in larger tantric swings to mend the heart is often a recurring experience for those who remain following a death of one close to many in the community. The sway often fosters many tears and feelings of abandonment and loss within those that had formed a deep bond of love with the one who euthanized through time. The longer the one in the community swayed with the others, the longer it takes those who feel broken hearted to recover.
Death breaks the heart of those remaining; for those crossing, death is a release into the love and care of the life form and the Dao of one’s archetype who embraces each that departs the physical in our cycle. The Dao’s kiss is a tantric high for spirit and for the consciousness of the body as it passes from physicality. For as deep as the love may flow in the nonphysical in death, the grief is equally great for the physical and especially for a beloved of their heart left behind in the wake of a system of euthanasia.
Euthanasia often triggers departures of what appears as healthy and vital humans who are diagnosed with diseases that appear not to render the spirit or trigger aging or decay in the physical. All aging and decay are witnessed as a flux of mind bend into difficult states of being over the masses who motion into depression together when allowed. Atlantean authorities and psychologists along with sociologists have chosen to foster the abatement in life before disease triggers an aged or severely decaying stance in the physical and the mind bend associated.
Most embrace the choice to die before aging or decay or mind bend occurs as the physical stance of such a state of being are repugnant unto the Atlantean masses. The masses witness decaying and aging in other cultures as filmed and presented in the mass media and choose not for this over time. For Atlantean civilization, Euthanasia is a collective choice in my time period to offset the darkness associated with aging and disease.
The Love of the Twins
My mother and father had witnessed a close friend, Ruva’y, euthanize at a relative early age of thirty-six due to severe uterus cancer and cancer of the gut that could not be overcome in spite of years of treatments. Ruva’y formed a close bond with each of my parents through an eight-year time frame as a beloved twin flame of self. Ruva’y was a most beautiful tantric partner of my father for many years. He wept at her choice and need to go for over a year prior to the final decision. My mother wept with him and somehow the two of them mended their hearts together in the sway of the swing leading to their union as beloveds and later their marriage beyond the grave of Ruva’y.
Sometimes it takes two to come together to foster a healing of the heart breach caused in the act of euthanasia of a beloved. Twins that are tantric beloveds foster the most difficult breach of the heart if one needs to cross due to disease. The twin remaining only appears to be able to heal as another partnership with a twin forms. Often twins of one another flux together in new friendships or partnerships as another twin abates life. Lynelle acted as a twin flame of self so that my heart could mend following my half‐brother’s euthanasia.
Ruva’y, Endelay and Deshontah were three way twins of the heart. Deshontah could not heal without my mother becoming his beloved and may have chosen for euthanasia himself if he needed to otherwise; so deep was the breach of his heart at the loss of his beloved Ruva’y. The tantric master Malwini’on who’s ashram my parents chose to live within in Lemuria for a time knew all about twin loss. She chose to gather many twins into her internship of fostering unions of the divine. If one would pass, another would arise to fill the need for the twin beloved, a tantric marriage and the procreation of a child if this was the lore fable of fate of the pair.
I will have an opportunity to meet Malwini’on only once in my life. She will have been incarnated almost two centuries but appears as a youthful forty in age and stature in the physical. I will always be amazed at the beauty and grace of the one who united my parents for the sake of my own birth. I will also realize beyond many deaths of twin beloveds and friends later in my life.
I will discover that as many twins of myself need to depart the physical through euthanasia, I in turn renew and revitalize for another dream for myself and another life ahead. This is the nature of polarity in which some twins retract and perish and yet others renew and carry on in the life. I know that the losses will be deep but twin experiences of death will teach me more about compassion and the nature of love perhaps than any other life experience I will foster through time ahead.
Mountains of You
I am the one
Of the two
In a divine ordering
Of fate
I lie in the arms of my beloved
In the sublime notions
Of the beauty of a union with a twin
Expressed in oneness
Surrounded by the mountains of you
In a cascade of melodiousness
In a sonnet
Of a song
That enchants the ear
And fosters the soul
In the care of the twin flames of self
In the beloved within
The Budding Light Wave Dancer of Myself
I Jasgahntar think personally that it was the herbs, honey and nuts in too great a quantity that contributed to my weight gain and loss of mindset as they were not the right food for my biology. The biology of a mindset developed child requires large amounts of protein and subtle nutrients and smaller amounts of fat. I had high amounts of fat, honey and nutrients and not enough protein. The doctor calls for an enforced diet of nothing but protein for about six months to a year to make up for the losses of amino acids needed to allow the cortex to bud and grow in my youth.
My mother departs the analysis in deep distress. She requests more script to cover the rising household budget required to provide so much protein for my body to lean out and the mind to bud. Protein is derived from derivations of soy products in our cycle and is very costly due to the process required to make the amino acids palatable to the blood and the cortex of the mind. The request is granted given the aplomb of my future counselor Yassa’e who has been promoted to director of my school now.
In her promotion, Yassa’e has doubled her script and it is a small amount per month for her to cover the script necessary for the protein in my diet. Yassa’e hopes that I will recover my mindset into derivations of high levels of cortex flux that will lead to a life of mastery rather than common pursuits ahead and through time. I am grateful to this day for Yassa’e’s humor, experience as a teacher, gifts as a director and later a mesmerizing crossing into euthanasia that I am requested to aid in the tantric swing of. She is gracious always in my heart. Although I do miss the sweet treats of my mother, I begin to feel better and my capacity to move and dance improves greatly as my forensics of field and biology heal in the right nutritional environment. My heart also mends of the plight of the night of the loss of my half sibling Zhaelad.
It took about one year but by age eight I grew to be a husky six feet tall, much taller than most of my classmates that were a good foot less than myself in stature. Atlantean society spawned humans who stood to be seven to eight feet tall in stature and were larger in bone structure and muscular display of physiology than in your present day cycle. I grew to be a glorious nine feet tall in my teenage years, a bit troublesome sometimes in train, ferry, tram or hovercraft transit as my legs are so long.
I will later learn to transfigure into traveling first class at no cost other than a tantric sway with a stewardess or attendant if for no other cause than the length of my legs. Often the stewardess or attendant will show great compassion and then foster a bliss kiss of delight with me in a sway of my own for the eve to follow the transit and especially as I gain some level of fame in my tantric teachings and healing work.
Sway Night Clubs
In Atlantean tantric society, tantric swings are prevalent in all aspects of society. There are sway night clubs in which those who are single as well as in partnership adventure to enjoy the company of one another or friends and comrades of delight. Often the eve concludes in a sacred part of the night club that is a private room with a tantric swing for two or more. Those who foster encounters regularly or who know that they are to be present on a particular eve reserve a booth for a time for a rendezvous of the heart.
Society understands the need to foster clear mindset. Tantric clubs are known to foster clearer mindset amongst those who participate than those who do not due to societal studies by the sociologists of my day. The club owners and waitresses cater to those in the sway with delicacies of a tantric order of possible drinks or other nibbles to aid the caress of the two or more into a state of mind bend not for a cost of some script. The eve concludes in delight for most. Sometimes a difficult rendezvous does unfold and the owners become skilled at counseling and fostering a restoration of care of the heart of the one who feels offset or injured in a difficult and unexpected exchange. Mostly difficult exchanges occur between strangers and not those who have known one another through time or are introduced through another tantric friend or group.
There is generally live music in most tantric sway bars. Musicians abound and are paid societal script depending upon popularity of the music reproduced in the mass media systems of the era. The more frequently a song is downloaded, the more script is earned by the musicians producing the compositions. Night clubs can pay a small amount of script to foster gifted musicians that foster moments of tantric delight in the sway to the beat and the sound that they create.
Music is delicate and beautiful along with mellifluous in my cycle. There are seven preferred instruments used for tantric sway. Each has a fostering of light motion that recreates itself upon the dance floor or in the auditorium as it resounds. Some are string instruments such as harps, some or more akin to a violin or fiddle, some resound similar to a piano, and others are wind instruments such as flutes or horns. A full ensemble is always present with one of each of the seven instruments present for a full resounding motion of light wave synthesis that those present can sway with. The voice is considered the eighth instrument and is the most sought after if he or she is gifted. The voice adds the lyrics of poetic prose that transfigures the dreams of those present into delightful moments of tantric bliss stature of sway.
The dance floor is often the space for a caress or tantric nuance to unfold with the right beloved of the night or friend of delight. Often the members of the band reserve the final call for the tantric boudoir of the club that they play for. Some remain to experience the role of a tantric sweetie to their favored singer musician or composer of the day. Many musicians prevail and gather amongst one another to create beautiful music with lyrics of tantric ordering of poetic prose.
Some songs are so profound they are reproduced seemingly endlessly to entertain, amuse, or draw tears to the eyes of those in love or who have lost loved ones to euthanasia in recent months. I always will adore certain musicians who compose of the poetic prose that I write in my era of fame ahead. Many perform for my workshops and events in collaborative manners that are a joy to foster and also to sway with in the tantric swing to follow. I never depart an event without a tantric sway with each musician as a thank you caress for their spirit and soul for what they contributed to my group fostering.
Tantric Light Wave Dance
Tantric light wave dancers grace the stage of most musical fosterings throughout society in my era. Light wave dance is a form of hula that is extremely graceful and exotic along with tantric amongst those who are gifted. Light wave dance is so prevalent that studios begin to flourish by the time I hit the age of sixteen alongside yoga studios in the Atlantean cityscape. Many gifted teachers of light wave dance in time also grace my events along with the musicians who repose along with them.
I too learn to light wave motion in my youth and later aplomb as a mesmerizing teacher of light wave dance and prior to my emerging written fostering of teachings of a tantric variety of lore fable pursuits. The light wave dance takes me frequently on the road in my twenties and thirties to perform for other gifted spiritual or social teachers of fostering of studies that I am interested in. Often, I trade my script for a workshop fee in my light wave dance performance. I am gifted enough and graceful, although male, to foster a round of applause always from the audience.
Most light wave dancers are of the feminine persuasion. I say persuasion as cross dressing is common amongst artisans of all statures in Atlantis. Often, I too cross dress as a light wave dancer receiving far more tips as a result of my transfigurative but large presence on stage that appears very feminine from afar. Some men may be attracted until they get up close to find I am a good foot taller than them and male. Sometimes I will find this amusing ahead and sometimes not if they just so happen to be gay in tantric interest.
My desire is for the feminine always in this life until I need to understand the masculine gay systems for my own sake as a tantric master. I make sure to end each dance with a group bliss kiss from the nonphysical in a nuance of my own. People become giddy and delighted often after in the party to follow most events in which I perform. I am a delightful character that always draws attention unto myself wherever I flourish ahead through time. I am most grateful to my original light wave dance teacher Saanva from Lemuria who taught me the most gracious presence you could ever imagine for a large male of my stature in her years of instruction in my life.
The Dance Teacher of My Heart
I sway to the light of the tantric flow
As poetic prose in motion
In the rhythm of the divine
Of spirit into matter
In light wave synergy
As the feet meet the Earth
And the arms touch the heavens
I sway to the beat
Of the caress of the whole
In the grace of my
Light wave dance teacher
My Light Wave Dance Experience
In second grade and at age eight, my forensic repairs due to dietary shifts within allow for me to aplomb heavily at light wave dance hula under the adoration of Saanva. Saanva translates into beauty of the dance in Lemurian language … Saanva is a large circumference female with big dark brown eyes and wavy dark long hair to her waist, hips that sway, a bosom of the beauty of herself in the brazier attire suited to the work, and the most gorgeous big smile with large lips generally painted in red, pink or orange depending upon the sparkles upon her bosom.
I am attracted to Saanva from the moment I feel her caress. I catch Saanva’s attention almost immediately due to reminding her of her own son now grown and gone from her home. Her son Katchni’i (translates into “like the wind” in Lemurian fables) is gorgeous but attends university far away and she sees him only a few times per year now. Soon Katchni’i is to be wed and Saanva is unclear she may witness him again for over a year due to the honeymoon travels planned by the pair.
Katchni’i and his bride Bathelly who is Asian are journeying to China and the outskirts of the tundra of a famous land of those who desire to witness nature in its aplomb of graciousness known as Xinxiaow. The two fell in love as he spent a long holiday in Xinxiaow the year prior. Xinxiaow is perhaps one of the most prestigious parks upon Earth for its majestic canyons and wildlife that out shadows almost any other tundra portrayed by photograph or other media devices in my era.
My eyes go wide just thinking about such freedom to roam with one’s new bride. It does not occur to me later how much script this type of trip costs until I too plan a trip to Xinxiaow in my forties. Katchni’i’s bride is wealthy in Lemurian terms with a family who constructed a resort in Xinxiaow where many Atlanteans pay exorbitant amounts of script to stay. I will one day stay at the resort and meet the widow of Katchni’i who becomes a tantric beloved of mine for a time. Bathelly becomes one of the most gracious tantric partners I swing with that is Asian and just as beautiful as her name which translates into “sway of the land” in Lemurian. Later I will learn to trade tantra with the owners of high-quality resorts such as hers and as I become famous affording me many gorgeous places to travel and sometimes also to host events.
Saanva is dark skinned, as am I, with a Jordanian father. Deshontah, my father, is in part of Middle Eastern descent far back in his ancestry. Somehow the genetics of his more ancient past were called forward in the creation of my body in my mother’s womb. I often felt out of place due to my darker skin, black eyes and black wavy hair in a tantric community of primarily blond and blue eyed humans.
Saanva embraces me as family due to her own notions of ohana and my Lemurian appearance. She tells me repeatedly to master light wave dance later on and flux towards living in Lemuria fostering a Lemurian wife. She feels I would be far happier in her culture than my own tantric culture here in Atlantis where partnership flourishes and the family fades. Lemurian lore fosters the love of all ages in which families are together in the care of the whole fostering each other in deep love of the heart always through time.
Families do not divorce in Lemuria. Indeed, my father will depart his tantric union and marriage with my mother requesting a divorce just prior to my sixteenth birthday. He will simply need to motion on as his journey of raising his son now is complete with his tantric partner. I will feel some heart break within as this comes to be.
Tantric society in Atlantis segregates children out of the tantric flow due to the need for the adults to embrace one another alone. In Lemurian culture, children are never ever left out of the tantric sway of the parents, aunties and uncles, their siblings or cousins. All family members in ohana lore act as parents unto the young who have many pseudo mothers and fathers who adore each greatly.
Parents in Lemuria rarely divorce but some do have sensual‐sexual pleasure outside of their marriage. Sex is not prohibited in Lemuria outside of marriage and conception as it is in Atlantis. Sometimes there is a love child out of wed lock in Lemurian lore. Conception out of wed lock is considered a “love child” and embraced by the ohana. Love children are adored and sometimes raised by the spouse through time. Oneness sincerely prevails in family thinking and in the love lives of the Lemurian culture.
I will learn in time to adore Lemurian ways and foster a Lemurian beloved for almost six years. This shall be one of the longest unions outside of my early adult marriage that I foster ever as a tantric master of myself ahead. It shall be the loving stance of my Lemurian pseudo‐wife that I shall remain with her through her death due to a severe mind stroke. I will grieve her sudden loss possibly more deeply than any other beloved until my divine partner arises even later on in my life.
Saanva graces my life for four years of light wave dance guidance. I grow to be graceful in the physical and on stage as well as gifted at motioning new light waves that Saanva can perceive through her own eyes. She feels that my grace, strength and beauty will foster a beautiful bride one day that would care for me deeply in Lemuria. Saanva incantates many poetic prose spells for my future through time that I am unaware of until I pass the physical. Saanva is a gifted magician for fostering the dreams of her own life and the life of others who she adores.
She also incantates many prose for each light wave performance that the school and her students foster under her supervision. The prose is read out loud and incantated in front of the entire dance troupe the week before each performance. The year prior to her departure from my life, I win the best dancer in my age bracket in a contest held in the Fala’a region each year for gifted light wave dance students. Saanva is exonerated as a result of three of her students who win the first prize under a particular age range of merit this year. The joy of being on stage alone, and in a fostering of attention ignites in the moment of my performance, triggering the winning of the first prize category of best dancer of the year for my age range of fifteen years. I am larger than life upon the stage of myself in this instance.
There are two hundred performances all told with twenty in each age category. I have twenty competitors, and I am going to be the best, I accolade continuously for one month prior in my mind. I practice and practice until Saanva approves my performance personally for the event. I incantate my own prose to win and recited them daily for three weeks prior to the performance. Indeed, my prose does foster the goal I desire in my heart. I shine on the dance floor perhaps as no other performing at this particular event. I go on to win the new dancer of the year of all age ranges about four months later.
I learn in the experience about the power of prose incantations and intention in my successes. Later on, I will utilize prose incantations to mold my life dreams in many directions and also overcome difficult happenstances of fate with students, children, wives, lovers, and some Atlantean authorities due to a strong intent to do so on my part. I will master dreaming my dreams this lifetime; this I know as I win the light wave dance contest this year and at age fifteen. Light wave dance is a forensics motion that always balances my senses and flavor of self through time. I often dance upon the stage of myself with recorded music in my own living room to sway to the beat of myself and find my truth in the center of my being ahead. Light wave dance is considered by Atlantean society a non‐mind bend function of self.
Love of the Masculine
You are that I am
On a sacred sojourn
In which the yin loves the yang
Unfolding in a rapturous motion
In the fostering of a union
In a notion
Of superlative light synthesis motions
In which the divine may express
And experience each
As spirit unites with matter
Into oneness within
That honors each through time
In the deepest level
Of sincerity of care
In the love of the two
That fosters the beauty and bounty
Of the feminine in life
And always in the forever of our hearts
My First Lover
I incantate a dream
For the first lover of my life
Who will be a wise woman
Of worldly expertise
And in deep compassion
And the care of the heart
In a tantric sway of myself
In the beauty of herself
In the joy of the union of the two
For a brief moment in time . . .
The Healing of My Heart Rupture
On my sixteenth birthday, Saanva becomes my first beloved and sensual sexual partner. She chooses to allow my virginity to fade at her gentle hands. Saanva is gifted at sensual play in the tantric swing of delight of herself. She has just completed a private lesson gifted unto me for a year following the merit of the best new light wave dancer of Fala’a. The private lessons are once per week and often conclude in the tantric swing in a sway of deep care of the heart.
There is a tenderness between myself and Saanva that is not like that of my parents or others such as my midwife Lynelle in the tantric sway. I am inexperienced sexually and sensually at the love of the two but within myself is vast wisdom of a resource that does understand partnership, marriage, beloveds, child rearing and many other tantric systems of existence that will assert itself in my life ahead. Saanva triggers all my ancestral and archetypal wisdom of tantric partnership in her year of tantric sway motion with myself as the dance wave teacher of my heart.
The wisdom blossoms at first in my dreaming of my life. I suddenly awaken out of a deep sleep with awareness of many issues of plight and delight of the masculine and feminine in my perception of the tantric community partnerships I witness. My understanding blossoms up into conversations about others with my mother and father along with Saanva. Saanva is more willing to listen to my perceptions than either of my parents. I recognize later that my parents are through raising me and in their own knowing withdrawing to foster the next phase of their lives alone again in the swing of themselves.
My father announces their divorce on the eve of my sixteenth birthday. I feel shattered and go to Saanva’s dance lesson with a heavy heart. I feel lonely and cast out deep within myself. I sway to the motion of the dance lesson with her and begin to find myself in my center again. I will often utilize dance to find my center again following each difficult experience of emotional strife in my life ahead. This Saanva teaches me in my last dance lesson with her for my life performance ahead. She is a teacher of teachers in my mind always.
It is late at night and on the eve of my sixteenth birthday. I cry some in the tantric swing in an attempt to understand why my parents would depart one another when there had been so much care of the heart between them as twins and for me too in a trilogy of love. Saanva embraces me and shares more of her truth of the difference between Atlantean and Lemurian lore fables of family rearing. Parents may depart with other lovers in Lemuria but rarely divorce and generally return to the sway together through time even if a love child is conceived with another. The love child is also a part of the extended ohana forever regardless of who the parents are or who raise the child from birth into adulthood. She is not fond of the separation theory of partnership and family that occurs in Atlantean society.
A party of celebration is planned the next day for my sixteenth birthday. Saanva is invited but claims she cannot attend. She has another birthday treat for me I discover. She senses my need to heal my heart of a deep ache of the loss of my brother and now the loss of my mother and father as they push me out of the nest into a life of my own.
We dance together and then sway as beloveds upon the dance floor to music that is deeply moving unto my soul. We motion towards the tantric swing. Once again Saanva reposes me in the tantric swing in nineteen known positions to soothe my heart and mind and foster a forensics of delight for myself. I rise out of my heartache. There are candles she often lights for the tantric moments of our dance sessions. This time there are sixteen candles for my birthday in lieu of just a few.
There is a fragrance in the air that is sublime. I am somehow motioning into an exotic bliss kiss due to a concoction of a drink that she fosters. There is one drink and then another and then another. There are so many libations that I cannot recall how many the next morning that I sucked upon. We sway in the tantric swing and the tantric chair and upon the dance floor and then out on the veranda much as old time beloveds. Suddenly an ancient ancestral experience with Saanva opens unto my psychic perception.
We were beloveds nineteen times in past lives. In some we were in our youth with a short term affair that parents or the culture did not approve of and separated us. This was deeply painful to our ancestors. In other experiences, we were long term lovers and or marital partners. In some circumstances, we were gay of male‐male or female‐female partnerships. In some societies, our gay unions were banned and tormented. In yet others, the gay unions were embraced and cared for by the whole.
In some instances, we bore children. In yet others, one or the other of us were barren in the feminine role. Sometimes the feminine was outcast for her incapacity to conceive even though she was adored by her partner breaking the hearts of ourselves. In other instances, another partner was fostered to conceive the child while the marriage lasted due to deep care of the heart. Always there was a theme of ohana deep care of the heart between the two of us.
As we swayed in the gentle breeze of the sunset of the eve, it was as if I was reliving all instances of love and care between our inheritances at once. I recognize in the motions how love is always and forever between two hearts such as ours in the dance and the sway of light wave synergy through time. My heart finally mends of the death of my half‐brother and soon the loss of my mother, my first beloved, in a natural separation from my life as it unfolds into adulthood.
At first, I say nothing about my psychic perceptions unto Saanva. Saanva gives me two more libations to consume along with herself. Suddenly I begin to express all my inner visions of our many partnerships shared with her through time. Saanva listens and adds what she also perceives and has looked at since I took my first light wave dance lesson with her. We talk gently and softly together in the tantric swing for many hours. The love of the past and the love of the present suddenly merge. A divine flame key ignites between us.
In our expanded state of being, the flavor of oneness unfolds. I am one with Saanva and she is at one with me; she is the beloved of my heart always and through time; she is the one of the one of the fancy of my heart in the wise woman I reposed to become the first lover in this life. Suddenly in the deep longing of my soul, I pounce upon Saanva in a position that I know that the masculine can penetrate the feminine. I am not thinking; I am in a sway through time of each time our ancestries made love; each time we conceived or did not conceive; each time we mated as gay or heterosexual partners.
Saanva allows me to take her in the height of the moment. The caress of the senses between the male and female explodes. My mind reels into an ecstasy of ecstasies. I fly out of body into a formation of light with Saanva as a duet of a flame of our hearts. I explode within her and on top of her. She caresses me through the morn in the care of the first lover of my life and deep care of the heart of a beloved of all time. I suddenly realize that I am losing my mother and she as a mother will lose her son in a catastrophe she is yet to become aware of that is going to unfold ahead. I say nothing and hope that my vision of her painful future is inaccurate.
Saanva does not attend my sixteenth birthday party. She departs the school for a journey to Lemuria and her home from which she does not ever return to Fala’a. Her son weds. She travels to Xinxiaow and moves there for a time I hear. I often think of Saanva as the years unfold ahead and especially when I dance to the beat of myself or perform for others. Many years later and after the birth of my two twin daughters, I receive a long hand written letter from her.
The letter fosters a cadence of sadness taking me back to the euthanasia of my half‐brother in time. Saanva’s son dies in an extensive fishing expedition that is sincere to the culture of Lemuria. The boat is guided not by instruments of scientific merit of Atlantis but by the stars in a tradition of her own culture. The boat never arrives and never returns. Many young men are lost at sea. Her townspeople cry into the night for why their beloved young men were lost at sea. I read her letter many times and weep within and without.
My wife does not understand why her sharing moves me so greatly at the time. I know in my heart that Saanva made love to me as a final prayer for the life of her son of which I reminded her of in the womb of herself. She could not save him of his fate. I could not save him of his fate. I bless her forever in my soul for the difficult loss of her son and the many sons lost in her tribe in the sea of strife.
I never witness Saanva again as she stays with her townspeople in all their grief to aid them in a recovery and healing of the heart. Nineteen young men ages nineteen to twenty‐eight have been lost unto her tribe. The sadness fails to lift for many years to a decade thereafter. I weep in my soul for why the sea devoured the hearts and minds of such beautiful young Lemurian men; one of which was the child of my first lover and a beloved of deep care of the heart through time in many lifetimes long come and gone. I bless her and send her a healing of the heart to allow her to foster another life beyond the grave of her lost son. I hear that only two years later Saanva dies of a fatal heart attack. I understand that the breach of the heart in the loss of her son was simply too great for her to overcome . . .
Lovers Through Time
I am that I am
A lover of yours
In the forever of the now
In the forever of always
In an ancestral song
Of fostering dreams
Of deep care of the heart
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.