My Tantric Soul Family
In the emergence of my life
I come to foster
A family of others of my soul
That dance and play with me
In the entertainer of myself
As I laugh and caress others
In light wave synergy of me
I am that I am of myself
In this act of me
And in this play of you
In the harmony of the clan
In the love of the three and the four
And the many of us
In a tantric family
In the care of the heart
In the blossoming of my life
The Emerging Entertainer: My Teenage Years as a Buffoon of Self
My teenage years foster a buffoon of self. I Jasgahntar became the laughter of the school hypothesis of threshold of mesmerizing systems of spirit. Spirit makes me laugh and I share what spirit thinks avidly and as often as I can causing others to laugh too. I love who I am and I care for you but enjoy making people laugh, play and stage something exotic to erotic and fun to witness through time. I am gorgeous, Jasgahntar Pyphree Goganni. My nine foot tall status at age fourteen is an attractant of sorts unto the feminine of all ages in my tantric school studies.
Schools in tantric communities are divided not in age range but by region. All ages from fourteen to nineteen witness one another through time in the emergence of ourselves as young adults taught through maturity school. My maturity school class averages only twenty‐six pupils of which two thirds are female and one third male in gender.
The abundance of females in Fala’a, the host of my tantric community, is the result of a quagmire of truth of the need for the feminine to flourish this cycle. Many parents in the past fourteen years chose for feminine genetic threads through incantations and sacred ceremonies that fostered this goal in their conceptions. I am happy for the ratios personally as I love the feminine possibly more than the masculine at this time in my life. Later I learn to appreciate the masculine too but not until I am much older.
The Buffoon of Jasgahntar
I am the comedian of myself
Fostering a delightful stance
To entice the wit of the class
Finding my way to center stage
Wherever I may be
And whenever I can
In the oscillations of the divine
To foster an understanding
Of our plight of the night
And cause a rise into humor
Back into the delight of ourselves
My maturity school class becomes astute in the awareness of each due to many inspirational studies of psycho‐social morales of the truth of Atlantis including the ever popular and mesmerizing understanding of the nature of the feminine and masculine apart and together through time. The teachers are flamboyant to outrageous and entertaining too loving the work that they do with each of us and the class at large. My maturity school studies are full and rich and never boring or obsolete in the discovery of something enticing written by some newfound author of inspiration unto Atlantean society of which I will also become one later in my life. I will always be grateful for each teacher that fostered me in my teenage flamboyance of self.
There are psycho‐social experts that foster television shows that the class watches recurrently along with specials of adroit equations of fostering the youth into new stanzas of hope and maturity as the emerging adults of the world ahead. There are guest speakers that flow into the education paradigm twice per month. I adore the guest speaker days possibly more than the ongoing lectures of the class teacher and organizer, Ivelisse.
One day I too will inspire many teachers along with the youth of the next generation in the focuses I foster both in written form and upon my own television show. I too will be summoned to be a guest speaker in classes not unlike my own in my youth. I feel blessed by all that I learn and witness in my soul family in my teenage years. Soul family is a concept of tantric communities. Soul families draw one another together founded upon common monadic systems of spirit that descend to share and witness the lives of each and the collective. My soul family is beautiful to me both in the community that I was born and the maturity school that I am fostered within into adulthood.
The Ivelisse of My Heart
I love my little Ivelisse
A tiny waif of a teacher
Who appears as a fairy nymph goddess
In the garden of herself
In all the gentleness of spirit
Of the rainforest
But with the roar of a lion at times
With the profound gifts
Of an astute psychoanalyst and psycho‐socialist
In deep care of the heart
Of myself and each
I bless the teacher of my heart Ivelisse. Ivelisse hosts the wisdom of a psychologist of big merit but acquired her degrees through time and her own popular written books and not in university studies. She fosters a well‐known book on teenage aptitude of self that allows her to assume a role as a teacher in a tantric foray of dream of Fala’a. I too will be gifted an advanced degree for my work ahead and Ivelisse is a mirror of my future aspirations too. She inspires me greatly as a gifted coach of the humor I interject during her lengthy lectures of the psychological principles of the day. My humor somehow keeps the class motioning out of boredom or out of a listless state in which many wish to doze off to sleep.
Ivelisse is not a humorous kind but appreciates me as a nuance of herself that is needed to foster the class through time. I am the class clown and very popular. Ivelisse stands behind most of what I interject and rarely criticizes me for anything said in my first year and a half of maturity school. I do foster sarcastic notions from time to time and sometimes they do hurt the feelings of the feminine in particular. I learn through Ivelisse’s coaching in my second year of maturity school to be careful about comments about beauty or size or other areas of self‐incrimination that occur as female teenagers mature.
Many of the feminine are bulbous and larger than they should be as they motion beyond pre‐maturity school. The bulbous stature alters due to a higher protein diet introduced at age fourteen for most. I have already grown tall and lean as I enter maturity school. I am larger than normal and often mistaken for one in the graduating class due to my height and muscular structure. I spawn a mustache by my second year and appear years older than I am. The older appearance generates tantric sweeties older than myself who laugh at my humorous nature repeatedly.
I am often invited to private cocktail parties of those who have graduated due to my class clown attire and entertaining nature. The feminine of my class love to be entertained. The feminine are drawn to men who out‐do themselves in all ways. Out‐doing oneself is one who appears larger than they really are in life. I am a mesmerizing character in a play of myself that desires to be big in myself. Big in myself is a common psycho‐social system of understanding of how self draws larger dreams towards the life. Those big in themselves catch larger than normal dreams sometimes leading to popularity and if large enough then fame within Atlantean society at large.
For the feminine big in herself often requires a bulbous body to sustain larger than life dreams through time. Larger feminine stature is an assumed position of authority along with popularity in Atlantean culture. Most women strive for a larger stature in the physical as a result. Men seek out larger statured women to feel grand in themselves or in partnership or in the tantric sway of the eve. Women are delightful in their full bosomed attire that bounces through the night as they swing and sway to the party dance of themselves. The smaller and more dainty the feminine, the more astute they are witnessed in their mental capabilities. My teacher Ivelisse is tiny and petite but perceived as extremely astute in a mental flair of a professor of great fame that she emulates in appearance.
Dr. Husa’u is the most famous of Atlantean psychologists of deeply mesmerizing systems of understanding that have come to prevail over society. Dr. Husa’u is basically the most boring of the feminine to listen unto and most agree upon this in my class. She lacks persona and wit or character even if her notions are very useful to us or society at large as offered upon the televised rehearsals of her lectures. We make fun of her and Ivelisse alike for parallel unwitty statures of speech that could take the most lively of student and put them to sleep in ten minutes flat. If for no other cause, I allow myself to interject witty comments just to keep myself awake during her boring lectures that last seemingly hours but really are only generally forty minutes in length.
The Ham of Myself
I Jasgahntar
Am the ham of myself
Humoring the class
Out of the boredom
With the antics of a non‐saint
To foster merriment in the group
And catch the attention
Of the teacher
There is a prescribed attention span of the fourteen to nineteen age range anticipated to be no more than forty minutes in length. In her perfunctory nature, Ivelisse sets a timer with a bell to remind her to stop when the forty minutes of lecture is up. She lectures with her eyes closed swaying from side to side in a hypnotic manner that adds to the desire of myself and most to fall asleep. One time I manage to rearrange the timer to only twenty minutes behind her back. The entire class witnesses me go to the pee‐room and then enter the back door and adjust the timer without her awareness while she drones on and on.
I return out the back door and to my chair. Ivelisse is so lost in her lecture within that she fails to notice that I had exited to take a “pee” break when this is prohibited. Suddenly the bell goes off and Ivelisse looks up all confused and allows the class to take a break. My classmates exit the room only to be heard laughing loudly in the hallway. Ivelisse realizes something is up checking her watch. She chooses as the break is over to extend the next lecture by twenty minutes as somehow the timer is off or possibly broken, she states.
Once again while her eyes are closed and Ivelisse is speaking on and on about some psycho‐social Atlantean problem of the day, I sneak back out to the pee‐room and around the back and adjust the timer as the class watches. I return and Ivelisse is still speaking away with her eyes closed while swaying to and fro as usual in her lectures. This time the timer goes off fifteen minutes before it should but not long enough for Ivelisse to believe she has not completed her speech of truth. She wraps up her day and we all go off merrily to the snack room to chow down on some adroit combination of fresh juice and protein steaks of a tofu stature of minimizing the waist line of the feminine.
The group at my table chides me that I will probably get myself in deep trouble if I carry on. Ivelisse finally realizes eight days later and after many shortened and sometimes lengthened lectures what I have done due to the confession of the class spy who is equally boring in her capabilities of non‐wit and also is very slight in stature. Ivelisse motions me into her office. I grimace and follow her while the rest of the class laughs at my predicament. They know what might be in store for me from prior years of such inane tactics against their favored teacher.
Ivelisse says to me that she has witnessed this type of problematic behavioral pattern in four other students through time. “You are bored because you are stupid” Ivelisse claims. “Grow to be humorous in yourself and find something else to do or comment upon and you will make good with me over this.” I am not expecting what she is about to say next but it accords with what I have heard within in my meditation time with spirit each evening. Spirit continuously states that I am to become the class clown.
Ivelisse states verbatim what spirit has been telling me for over six months. I share this with her and she agrees I am to aid her in entertaining the class with witty comments interjected in between her lectures which are indeed spirit channeled and directed. Ivelisse explains that when I am in sync with her, spirit will state what she is unable to within herself through the wit of myself and as she lectures. She asks me to foster humor in the coming lectures this week by interjecting my wit and see how it flows. The class misses their clown that graduated the year prior and could not foster post graduation studies to continue to entertain the clan any longer.
The Wit of Myself
I intend to grow
The self of myself
To become the wit of the class
In the lectures of Ivelisse
And in her written journals
Fostering myself
Into the biggest possible self
I can grow to be forever in myself . . .
Ivelisse has been intending a new class clown to emerge for over a year as the loss of Ubaldo who had to depart for his homeland. Ubaldo was the class farce and was to remain one more year she explains but due to family upheaval in Lemuria and had to depart. Ivelisse tells me that she needs the humor too as sometimes spirit channels boring concepts for her to expose or expand upon. Although mesmerizingly useful from a psychological perspective, the information requires humor to entertain those listening or reading of her written journals so that each pays better attention. “If all works out,” Ivelisse claims “I may also ask you to comment upon my written journals adding humorous tidbits that entertain.” I am amazed at this possibility and choose to intend it for myself to experience ahead.
The written materials of Ivelisse prove to be equally boring. I often wake myself up snoring as I doze off attempting to add witty comments to Ivelisse’s journals. I finally learn to foster a huge buzz off medicinals that my mother suggests so that I can edit away for hours and hours into the night with glassy eyes at school the morning to follow. I come up with some excruciatingly humorous comments while high on the drugs of my mother that Ivelisse chooses to add to her journals.
Ivelisse is unaware of how I do it but is pleased overall at most of my comments in my first year of journal humor renditioning. I provide the sublime notions of spirit in the humor of myself added to spirit’s own unwitty articles that pour through Ivelisse like a river unto the sea of humanity desiring to understand something more about the psycho‐social stanzas of themselves.
Atlantean Education Hypothesis: Learning to Grow Yourself
There are only twelve of us in my age of thirteen to fourteen as I begin maturity school educational program. In Atlantis classes are small fostering one teacher per thirty in all four grades of maturity education in a single classroom environment. The teacher witnesses the class mature in multiple bandwidths of possibility together. The hypothesis of education is to foster the youth through observation of one another in tantric measures of self. Tantric measures are a prescribed and known understanding of the self of you emerging into positive adulthood traits and expression to be dreamed ahead through time.
Education is highly psycho‐analytical in my cycle. Teachers are anticipated to be extremely gifted at psychology of self to be appointed to the task. The former teacher Yassa’e has been promoted by the time I enter my studies. Many shall miss her. Beautiful Ivelisse, our new teacher, enters the dream of the school but is very different from Yassa’e.
Yassa’e is an extraordinary being of immeasurable capability to entertain and educate at the same time. All love her. She is a show person all of her own. Yassa’e’s big self of the self and expansive dreams have fostered a following of twenty years of graduates of maturity school who each accolade her to be the most of the moistest of a teacher of the sublime in their life. Yassa’e has grown in popularity and has assumed the guiding role of the maturity school principal.
Ivelisse is the exact opposite of Yassa’e. At first the class is hard pressed to adjust to the differences although Ivelisse has taught pre‐maturity school nearby for fourteen years. Over time and by the time I graduate, the students love Ivelisse just as deeply due to her delicate bouquet of self that knows all. Yassa’e entertains and Ivelisse knows. Most want to know and be entertained. I flux into the role of the entertainer for Ivelisse and learn to know too.
Maturity school is a connotation of self of the self fostering of psychology of self of Atlantean society to create selves within young adults that emerge in stanzas of mindset that foster the self of each and of the whole. Self is deemed the conscious fabric of the persona of each and the persona of the collective. Each town in Atlantis has a unique flavor of fostering.
Each town is known for the collective self fostering itself through time in the shops, restaurants, factories, education systems, parklands or vacation habitats that Atlanteans love. Each human is intertwined with the self of his or her origins that foster a direction associated in the life. Each human also grows in themselves through time to express new nuances of dream to be fostered to fulfill the life experience. Some humans know to relocate to regions that foster themselves in particular nuances of directions to alter the dream of life through time.
Fala’a is considered the seat of tantric family beliefs and systems of self that affect the families of all of Atlantis by providing new concepts and research of child rearing and education forever emerging for the whole. The self of Fala’a is astutely aware of the nature of the psycho‐social concepts of tantric family and upbringing and little else. Yassa’e has grown in popularity to affect the masses through her tantric family rearing books, one of which is now a bestseller. It is the bestseller category that awarded her the role of principal of my school and an honorary major university degree of herself.
A best seller book is fostered only through one who is very big in themselves indeed and something I choose to inspire unto in my life ahead in witnessing the success of Yassa’e. I love and adore the unique teachings styles of both Yassa’e and Ivelisse. Later in my life, I incorporate the gifts of talents of each due to my mindset development into accolades of achievement beyond the capabilities of most in Atlantis. I witness myself fostering the most unwitty of communications that remind myself of Ivelisse and I laugh later in the eve following these presentations. I know spirit in my new mindset is simply not as funny.
The Book of My Life
I Jasgahntar Pyphree Goganni
Choose to become
The famous author of myself
And achieve mastery of
The self of the self
Necessary to expand
Into a best seller hypothesis of life
Fostered through my spirit and soul
Through time
Self is also deemed the collective consciousness of the tantric family, tantric community along with the whole of humanity. Self can be negative or positive or in the middle road of truth in its expression of each. Self is to be molded into the middle position of honor of each and the whole in the youth maturing into adulthood in Atlantis. In honor of oneself, one also achieves the dreams that the heart desires in life. The approach in the education of self system proves exceedingly capable due to the results of Atlantean society.
In comparison to other countries and cultures, Atlantis out produces the gifts and talents and astute awareness of the rest of humanity nineteen to one in my cycle. Atlantis produces more scientists, sociologists, artisans, psychologists, doctors of extreme merits of resolving biological dysfunctions, designers of gorgeous clothing lines of organic fibers that create multiple costumes to conserve, beautiful interior designers that foster tantric habitats of delight, culinary experts that are also nutrition oriented, hotels and vacation lands of beautiful scenery not far from the cityscape, and universities of the sublime to educate many, and town and city architecture that delights the eyes, nurtures the spirit, fosters nature into each avenue possible, and is extremely adroit in the living habitat of my time. Atlantis is the most beautiful of all habitats overall that I will ever witness as I traverse the globe in my fame ahead.
Positive self thought‐stream directs each human aspiring into positive dreams of something grand in the life or so the psycho social specialists in my cycle prove given all the gifts and talents of peoples from our lands. Many positive aspirations foster the merits of all the gifted peoples of Atlantis. Self generates and fosters all dreams; the bigger the self of the culture, the larger the dream possibility in the life of each or of the collective. Over time, Atlantis consumes two thirds of all human self of the self and expands its dreams to an extreme. Many other countries starve as a result.
Those immigrating unto Atlantis often catch larger dreams and fare better in life after their relocation. I will always love the multi‐cultural dance of Atlantis with an offering of many ethnic foods that delight the taste buds, foreign clothing styles that adorn the feminine in particular, artisans that create a tapestry of beauty from afar, and especially the beautiful women of the exotica of self that I will know forever ahead. I will also mourn all the poverty that is dreamed in counterbalance for so many elsewhere.
A meteor is destined to collide with the planet in one thousand years reducing its temperatures rapidly triggering a fall in consciousness and out of light wave motions for a long era to follow. The calamity is known by all children entering the world who are aware of a precarious system of fate that lies in the distant future ahead. Humans are unaware of this future in the physical. The time is now to foster amazing light motions of field in Atlantis and the capacity to dream in meticulous notions that foster each into new heights of possibilities in the human threshold of experience.
I am one of many to foster a life of deep aptitude of many gifts and talents expressed through time. I cherish all memories always from this very gifted lifetime. Many lifetimes precede this one of utter boredom or disease. I intend to complete here upon Earth in the aplomb of deep care of the heart and of the whole to foster future lifetimes in creations that are less polarized into extremes of order and disorder within in the cellular structure and within the whole.
Many I will know in my lifetime will foster big dreams as will I. Atlantis is a soul infused society. Monadic soul systems dream astute dreams that cascade beauty upon the people associated. The love of soul and spirit is a beautiful foray of existence in my cycle. I shall witness many societies that are utterly soulless in counterbalance unto Atlantis in my travels ahead. I shall weep at the emptiness of so many in such limited dreams. Many from other cultures do relocate to Atlantis and are infused with soul and spirit and dream bigger and more fortuitous dreams unable to be dreamed where they originate.
All the fortuitous dreams of so many in Atlantis is also the result of a deep loss of un‐fortuitous stature of dream for many others in so many other cultures. The karma for too much self that Atlantis consumes to foster such a magnificent light synthesis era of dreams is large. The karma will be at effect in all time periods of incarnations ahead until it is settled possibly in the extinction of the planet in a dream way distant in a future possibility of deep sadness for me to witness in my death. I know I will settle all my karma in this cycle and motion on to other creations more mellifluous to express and evolve within ahead.
The Drip of Atlantis
Atlantis drips in possibility
For all to witness
Experience and express
In a cycle gone mad
In devouring self
Of the world
To expand
The self of Atlantis
In light motions and quotients
Far exceeding the rest of humanity
Exploding into a notion
Of deep grandeur
And care of the heart
And care of the whole
And for each in Atlantis
If not for all cultures or nations
Who starve
In an exodus through time
In counterbalance
In the loss of the self
Of themselves . . .
Enchanted Lily
The bloom of the lily
Of my heart
Ignites a superlative occasion
Of a passionate embrace
Of the three
In which the dreams
Of our hearts
Express the love
Of the beloved within
In endless waves of oneness
Suspended in a sonnet of forever
Embraced in the chalice of the infinite
In an orchestration
Of the endless care of our souls
And the nurturing of spirit
In a union divine
In an ecstatic bliss kiss through time
The Bump and Grind of Myself: The Seduction of the Trio of Me
My ethnic stature is deemed exotic due to its Middle Eastern flavor of self. There are three others very intriguing unto me from foreign system of self in the group as I enter first year of maturity school. Nyomi is ethnic Asian with a white mother and beautiful in her blue eyes of self that are slightly slanted with café-au-lait skin. Nyomi is delicate and floral in her bouquet of self. I often smell her essence which is akin to plumeria as we sway in the tantric swing. I am never sure if the scent is a perfume but she always claims that this is not so. Later I discover the perfume in an oriental store and know otherwise and tease her mercilessly about it. She hits me back at another time though and I laugh heartily at our suave nuances of exchanges that delight others to experience our wit and humor too.
Quissee is part Lemurian and part Atlantean fostering a larger than life stature of a female full in the bosom of herself. Her bustier grows to be increasingly outrageous in the costumes of herself as she matures into her late teenage years. I adore her essence of self as it is equally flamboyant unto myself. We make quite the pair in a graduation extravaganza of ourselves that hits the limelight of Atlantean culture later on.
Ventrice is a dark-skinned African descent that is so exotic that you cannot help but delight in her robust stature. She is almost as tall as myself but very lean. Her long legs roam out of the tantric swing and easily wrap around two or three in a beautiful hug of tenderness through time. Later she meets a man taller than herself who carries her off to another continent never to be seen or heard from again. They are swept off their feet in the boat of themselves and back to his homeland rapidly following graduation.
The Love of the Exotic
All of myself
Embraces the exotica of self
In its fragrance of life
To merge within and throughout
In a tantric sway
Of my own heart’s delight
With the feminine
And the femme fatale
Of my heart
Through Time
I love the three of the most exotic bouquet of appearance the most within myself and through my time in my first year of maturity school. I jest and tease the three that they are each my girlfriend and that I am so big in myself I need three femme fatale and not just one for a bride. I strum my ukulele and sing in time in the motion of my hips in the lyrics of nai‐o-mee qui‐see ven‐trice to the beat of the drum and my hips. They are the femme fatale of my heart, the love of my life, the truth of my epicure of the divine sustenance of the feminine in my life.
I chant and strum and motion my hips to the right as I say nai‐o-mee and to the left as I say qui‐see and to the back as I say ven‐trice and to the front as I sing them all nai‐o-mee‐qui‐see‐ven-trice again and again in the motions of the groin of myself. I love the exotic bouquet of the feminine of my life and will marry all three as I am big in myself or so I sing. The three laugh some but ponder my arrogance and simply state that I could never be enough for any one of them let alone all three! We sway some in the tantric swing and they really play with me in a festering that later troubles my mind.
I am there and they are there all three in the exotica of myself and themselves in the sway of a swing of the three femmes of my heart on the one of me. I love the long legs of Ventrice who wraps around me and the other two of my heart too. Quissee tickles my hips and kisses my neck repeatedly telling me how wonderful I am for her to experience in the swing of her life. Nyomi is less expressive as she is so delicate and sometimes I smell her oriental fragrance with my nose in her ear. I often attempt to foster her alone and she escapes me somehow claiming she must go home to her tantric parents for the eve.
The others are blatantly aggressive with me in many ways fostering an erection or two or three or four that is not considered appropriate by the psychologists of my school. They pop many pills in my mouth that they know of to abate the erection only to tease me even more greatly than before into the seduction of themselves. I am new to the tantric sway of the exotic ones of the school of maturity as I am younger than all three. They play me for a time and until they fester the self of me in a jovial demonstration of their position about myself as a younger and somewhat naive male thinking I am too big in me for them.
One afternoon and prior to light wave dance instruction of Saanva, the three sway with me popping too many anti‐erection pills into my mouth. I do not think and swallow all of them at once. The three strum, bump and grind to the usual axel of myself as I sway to the nai‐o-mee‐qui‐see‐ven‐trice chant. I know inside I really need to ejaculate soon. I am unable to in recent weeks as the drugs of the exotica of my heart always take effect all night. I learn in school therapy that the young man under the age of thirty-six really requires one ejaculation per week to non‐mind bend himself in life.
The ejaculation is recommended to be self‐induced (unless the tantrica in the life is willing to foster it somehow with her hand or mouth – or so I fantasize endlessly but is not really so). It has been four weeks since I have been able to ejaculate even when attempted after a sway with the erotica of my heart. I love the cuddles with the threesome of myself too much to stop the game. I suddenly spawn an erection and ejaculate in front of the school due to not an anti‐erection pill but the opposite. I am so embarrassed I fall to my knees.
The Love of the Exotica Not
After a time we find
Jasgahntar
Unnervingly obsessive
And obese in himself
Suffocating ourselves
Until we depart the tantric sway
Of himself
This day in particular threesome dress me up in bike pants and a crop tee shirt in black, white, red and green stripes that one of them found in a thrift hand‐me‐down shop in Fala’a. Usually, my groin is not exposed and rests tidily under a traditional light wave dance scarf tied at the waist. Each of the three erotica of my heart don a costume of a bustier and short skirt with Nyomi in a red and white assemble, and Quissee in a green and black costume, and Ventrice in red and green.
The three taunt the other boys in the class by demonstrating their matching panties under their short skirts as I strum their names to the beat of my hips. They allow me to strum and chant, bump and grind but have given me something that I am unfamiliar with that not only triggers the erection but suddenly there is a wet stain in the front of my bike shorts. Saanva witnesses what has occurred but allows it to continue.
Suddenly I drop to my knees and burp and spit up while coughing and gagging. The three exotica of my heart are unconcerned and dance around me singing something new that they had recently thought of. “Jasgahntar is the little spit of himself who burps and spurts at us in the belief he is big enough to marry all three of us. Jasgahntar is just a little squirt of a burp that spurts endlessly unless we drug him in the tantric swing and sway of ourselves in an anti‐erection system of medicinals. He is horny and gorny and a toad of ourselves. We let him go into the swamp of himself to foster another horny goat weed of someone else.”
They laugh and so does the class but I feel very deflated after the experience. I depart with my tail between my legs so to speak wondering if I should ever foster another erection again with any female in a tantric sway let alone with my own hand. I wonder if I will ever feel okay within myself again. I become extremely sick the eve to follow and am rushed to the hospital by my mother only to have my stomach pumped. The doctors claim I was given far too many erectile pills for my health.
The school psychologist Wenling and I foster an intimate conversation about the experience. She sways with me in the counseling swing the month to follow witnessing how wounded I appear to feel. The gargantuan behavior of Jasgahntar of a big flamboyant self in deep certainty as the class clown with a comedian flair fostered each day has evaporated for over a month. I have grown to be demure and sad and very quiet.
Wenling understands that often big wounds can be triggered by the feminine in younger years and fester to grow into problematic internal systems in mature years or in marriage or other partnerships later on. She questions me as to what has happened from my perspective. “It was not what was said by the trio of my heart, it is that they fed me poison” I tell Wenling. “I had to go to the hospital to have my stomach pumped. I just wonder why they would do this to me after swaying with me most of the year and having so much fun in the swing together for the past eight months.”
I never mention the ejaculation in front of the group but Wenling does. “How do you feel about ejaculating in front of the school?” “Oddly enough, I kind of liked this part of the experience being the big ham that I am” I say. Wenling laughs but is saddened about the hospital experience to follow.
“Did they legitimately know what they slipped you was so poisonous to your system? You have a unique mindset and biology and perhaps the candy was a common drug used by many others, or so they have explained. So perhaps it was not meant to hurt you.” I listen to the words but feel something else deep within from the three. Finally, Wenling sways with me and witnesses a curse into my belly that has punctured the ethereal. She aids me in forgiving and releasing the curse from three. I never sway with the trio again. Although this is so, I do recover my wit the month to follow.
I emerge even more strongly back into the class clown following Wenling’s healing stance that the exotica trio had not meant to poison me. I thank Wenling always in my heart for her astute understanding of the wounded male. There is no doubt about my stature as the emerging class clown. I lose all sense of self judgment and self‐consciousness within thereafter. I forgive the actions of seduction of the feminine within me.
Somehow the self of myself realigns to foster new heights of self‐expression thereafter. When the class must laugh, I become the pig or the sty or the grouse or the mouse or the horse or its tails or hooves to laugh about. I motion to make sure that I am the comedian of the most‐est of myself fostering the adroit communications of spirit to mesmerize and cause laughter of the group amidst the boring lectures of Ivelisse. Ivelisse laughs too and this augments even more of my humor to emerge through time. I am later known as the spirit of the clown of myself.
The Spirit of Myself
I am the spirit of the clown myself
Speaking to the humor
Of the other worlds
To entice each to be bored not
In the communications that spirit fosters
To understand the discourse of soul
And cause a new perspective within
To grow the self of each
Into more grand possibilities of expression
Through time
Shaktar and Shakti: Spirits of Tantric Lore Fables
Shaktar along with Shakti his twin flame are prevalent spirits in spokespeople in Atlantis in my era and foster tantric partnership along with tantric society understanding. Ivelisse is a known Shaktar channel of adroit equations of psycho‐analytical systems of educating the teenage morality of the day. She is well aware of his presence in her life along with mine. Many in Atlantis attune to Shaktar and Shakti for daily reports for one’s life in meditating about the truth of one’s path regardless of age.
Advice from Shaktar and Shakti prevail in newspaper columns, tabloids for the adroit knowing teenager, magazines and books along with televised shows in my cycle. Most witness the spirit Shaktar and Shakti as they meditate along with a bevy of other nonphysical forces guiding humanity in my cycle. Over two thirds of Atlantean humans witness spirit consciously. Those that fail to hear spirit seek out adept counselors who do hear spirit and act as a guide for themselves and their lives through time.
I feel blessed with the presence of Shaktar and Shakti in the dreaming of my life from an early age of fourteen. Shaktar and Shakti show up sometimes alone and sometimes as a pair in my daily meditations that I learn to attune unto them due to my light wave dance teacher Saanva. Saanva claims that meditating is vital to the life understanding of the self of myself and each.
I listen to Shaktar and Shakti many times who explain the intricate dance of the female and male in the dreams of life. They also humor me into laughter which I present to the class as the buffoon of myself through time in my maturity school expression. I love my life and my gifts of expression always in spite of the seduction of the erotica of my heart as my first year of maturity school is complete. I love myself and I love each and I care for my teacher and each who fosters my journey through time . . .
The End for Now
Jasgahntar
The Love of Myself
I love myself
As the beautiful Jasgahntar
Who is the wit of my class
And the clown of myself
In a fostering of deep inspiration
Of spirit into matter
To find the truth
Of who I am
As I mature
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.
Copyright
Creational © 2023, Asur’Ana, Aligning With Earth
This book has Creational Copyright. This information is offered for Theoretical Exploration only. Please accept only information that you resonate with and that are useful to your spiritual evolution, and let go of the rest.
The Ascension Insights series and related books offer information on consensus ascension. This type of ascension involves rising up the dimensions with Earth and as she ascends. These books disseminate information on having a complete ascension with the potential of taking the body with you.
The Light Wave series offer information on another type of ascension known as transfusion. Transfusion is an inward focused process where the Consciousness returns Home to the Source, All That Is, or the Tao, through one’s hologram, and the body is left behind in ascension.
Disclaimer
Asur’Ana does not dispense medical advice or prescribe the use of any technique as a form of treatment for physical, emotional, or medical problems without the advice of a physician, either directly or indirectly. The intent of the author is only to offer information of a general nature to help you in your quest for physical, emotional, mental and spiritual well-being. In the event you use any of the information in this book for yourself, which is your constitutional right, Aligning With Earth assumes no responsibility for your actions.
Source
Asur’Ana. Light Wave 8: We Dream of Atlantis. Aligning With Earth, 2023. Digital.