Shadows of Myself
I am in the shadow
Of a sojourn
Of the non‐sublime
Notions of life
In which the care of the two
Is not fostered
In the dreams of myself
As the sonnet of love
Has died within
In the yin and the yang
Of my heart
And is reflected
In the loss of care of you
In my life
And is expressed as a loss of beauty
Within
In the shadows of myself . . .
Humor that Is Not Applauded: Learning to Love in Puns that are Fun
I am that I am Jasgahntar, a beautiful bountiful young but astute male as I enter my second year of maturity school. I ponder many things in the dreams of my soul family. Sometimes I share of what I think and sometimes I do not. I generally agree that I should share of what is right for the fostering of each. At first, I make fun of myself in the beginning of my second year as the class clown.
In the aplomb of the fun of me, soon I begin to make fun of others too. I witness them glow or grow generally with what Shaktar says unto them that is always fostering a positive wit at the end. The positive wit expands themselves into a larger self that then allows larger expressions of what they can muster in their participation of maturity school. I enjoy expanding the selves of others I discover that big blessings for myself are always returned due to the wit of myself with each that expands themselves and myself through time. I feel great at the end of each day in the wit of myself for the first half of the year. Then something else unfolds due to the lessons of my life.
I witness how positive humor is empowering. I also witness how negative humor is not helpful. This is something for me to learn from and not run away from in my own witty expression per the Shaktar of myself. I hear many levels of humor in my evening meditations with Shaktar. Some are merry and some less so and some are downright disturbing but more humorous than I expect. I often hear the following day’s wit to be presented the night before. I laugh myself silly sometimes until I cry. Then I know I will have the class roaring by the end of the day.
I know that humor builds upon itself through time. There are those comments that recur and then expand about myself or someone else that triggers a memory of the last thought of Shaktar through myself that made the class laugh last. The class roars yet again sometimes louder and sometimes not. Some find some of the recurrent puns of myself a bit much over time or less than witty than before. I learn to release those comments that are complete as they no longer make the class laugh and all applaud at the clown of myself. I love the applause of the audience more than anything and grow bigger in the pants of myself as a result. I become the fat ass of myself as a result.
The Fat Ass of Myself
I tease others about myself
Fostering a laugh or two
And a big one here and again
I make fun of me and then others
Taking the laugh bigger than I should
Until someone is hurt
In the fat ass of myself
I learn to allow new thoughts that are humorous to arise out of the group expression and sharing in the dining hall of self. While others consume the non‐constipating formulates of fresh leafy vegetables and adroit combinations of juices from stalactite rich resources of minerals from the bottom of the sea (or the bottom of somewhere else and hopefully not my ass I joke) for the sake of the gut of ourselves, I eavesdrop upon each table much like a fly upon the armpit of someone else. I allow myself to hear the thoughts of the group so that Shaktar can foster humorous comments to amuse the class and Ivelisse the day to follow.
It is a challenge some months to find humor in any of Ivelisse’s boring lectures. This is when I work the hardest upon within to find something to expand my wit upon before I fall asleep that night. By midyear, I frequently fall asleep before my wit rolls forward. Often my friend Catalaya jabs me in the rib to wake me up as I snore as I pass out during Ivelisse’s boring lectures. She wishes me to make a comment or two to humor the class.
Sometimes I am dis‐syncopated from Ivelisse as I doze off leading to an off moment in which the topic and the humor fails to coincide with the lecture. Finally, Ivelisse takes me aside to tell me that the humor is not working for her as it takes her and the class off course too much. Ivelisse’s choice to abate me as the class clown position of the soul family follows a very difficult moment for several others in a non‐accord or big ass of myself.
Catalaya is a good friend and tantric swing partner of my age that I enjoy many times per week. Catalaya and I seem to work well together in fostering a sway that feels nice unto my heart in the tantric swing but is un‐erotic or exotic to the flavor of the male of me. She often smells slightly in her armpits. I notice this but never say anything much.
I know that the larger Lemurian femme fatale is often smelly and others in the class sometimes comment behind their backs about the smell of themselves. I think that this problem must be a known variable by all after a time and due to so many comments not only about Catalaya but also about some others. I suddenly find myself in a witty comment or two or three or four mentioning the stench of the underarm pits that fail to wash of themselves in the light of the possibility of Ivelisse’s lectures that are designed to purify thyself.
Purify thyself, purify thyself, allow the stench to leave and depart the room and you forevermore so that we can sway in the tantric delight of our hearts. The comment seems innocuous at first but in time six classmates complain unto both Ivelisse and Wenling the class counselor, one who is male and four who are female. Each knows that their larger stature of biology sometimes smells by the end of the day. They do bathe the underarms but are unclear as to why the smell often resurfaces in the late afternoon. They attempt to wear garments that avoid the bare underarm and generally this does suffice to cut down on the smell. They are all sick inside about my unwitty comments that offended each.
The Dark Humor of Me
The dark humor is enticing
Unto my wit
And not always unto the wit of each
Although most would cavort
That the spit of my wit
Was glorious in its effect
Of making us laugh
At the tail feathers of themselves
That fester some
In a non‐accord
Of the love of the whole
What I fail to perceive in the self of myself is how much my own body also forms odorous systems that smell unto others if not myself. The three exotica of my heart have graduated except one who remains in post‐graduate studies with Ivelisse in this year of the lack of wit of myself. Ventrice approaches me gracefully in her long leg stride after my seemingly witty comments of the day and points out that I also often smell too but she and the others tolerated my odiferous self due to their deep care for me in the tantric sway of their lives.
“Some odors,” Ventrice claims “are really physical and grow in strength as your hormones come into play. This is also the same for the feminine.” I am upset with Ventrice’s comments as I do not believe them to be true as I never smelled myself as odiferous in their presence ever or anyone else’s. I clam this but she disagrees. Four months later I am happy that Ventrice’s beloved arrives upon the scenes. We each salute her into a rapid marriage and bon voyage of ourselves.
Varun has arrived as an African bartender working in a regional tantric sway club in Fala’a. The two meet, fall in love and depart into the dreams of another life born from the roots of their ancestries. I bless the pair as they depart for Africa and thank Ventrice always for her inspirations of the heart in my first year of maturity school; smelly unto her as I may have been I think. This is the spit of myself.
Following a beautiful wedding and Ventrice’s departure, Ivelisse takes me aside and informs me that my wit has gone too far. She must ask me to cease to make any comments at all unto the class period and she does not know when my excursions into my humorous self may offend others at this time. She asks me to work with Wenling, the class counselor, about many difficult comments I have fostered that festered others and failed to support the spirit of the class.
I work with Wenling for fifteen weeks upon my tendency to focus upon dark humor. Somehow the dark humor is more enjoyable, funny and true to the self of each I purport. Wenling simply comments that I am unaware of how dark humor hurts the psyche and emotional body of those focused upon that become offended in my humor. I am insensitive and need to foster the capacity to understand others within myself so that I do not hurt themselves in my wit ahead, Wenling states.
Wenling suggests a series of televised shows numbering eighteen on the part of Master Raelinee, a humor expert in Atlantean society. I watch Master Raelinee’s shows each twice and find many helpful suggestions through a comedian of self of Shaktar in herself that is very comprehensive about the need to find merriment in helpful stanzas of focus in support of others and not those that are invalidating to outright denaturing of the self of each.
Denatured self triggers failure in life and not success. Humor should trigger success and not failure or it is not really humor. Master Raelinee inspires me to rethink my premises of what humor is and what it is not and this is very helpful unto my future ahead. My wit fails to return as a result of my own choice to edit my comments which lead to no comments at all within or obviously spoken as this is yet unacceptable to my teacher Ivelisse.
Although I am able to stay awake and pay attention to Master Raelinee’s televised shows, I am unable to foster my attention in Ivelisse’s lectures unless I am devising witty comments. Often I fall asleep and later in the year am unable to pass my tests as a result of failing to understand the discourse presented. Later in time I discover that Ivelisse actually pulls the big ass self of myself apart due to my dark humor persona self that needs to be regrown. The self of myself is growing in the wrong direction of non‐support of the whole.
The loss of the self of the big ass self of myself leads to a state of non‐consciousness for about a year in which I desire more to sleep than remain awake. The spirit of Shaktar of Ivelisse felt I was cascading in the wrong direction for my future life unfolding and chose to recast the self of myself in full. All I know is that I do not wish to develop into a heretic comedian that devastates the lives of others focused upon as Master Raelinee explores in her televised psycho-social shows. The self of myself regrows in a new direction in the fate of a poet master transfigurer ahead.
When Will I Graduate?
I am here and I am there
And it is just this way
And I desire to mature
And adventure unto my tantric hope
Of many femme fatale sways
In the swing of myself
As an adult of my own determination
Of life in its unfolding
Soon I am informed by Wenling and Ivelisse that I must attend another year in maturity school and will not graduate at age eighteen as the rest (nineteen for me due to a one year delay in my earlier schooling). Now I will graduate maturity school at age twenty. Somehow the long delay in my graduation feels really degrading unto my spirit. I choose to attempt to make up the year lost over the summertime of myself. Although I apply for this possibility, the principal of the school Yassa’e prohibits this and so it is due to her jurisdiction that I will graduate at age twenty instead.
I bless Yassa’e always as the outcome of an amazing graduation party that brings me some regional fame that could not be fostered otherwise. Life is complex. Every action has a timing and rhythm unto the dream for the fostering of the self of each. If I try and skip steps in the development of myself as I mature, the futures I hope to dream cannot manifest. I learn to surrender unto spirit to dream my life dreams as they are needed to foster a beautiful future that I know will occur due to following the guidance of my soul.
Over the summer, I turn to Ivelisse’s journals to make good with what she requested and bequeathed unto me to foster for the sake of my own development within. I find many witty comments in focusing upon her journals. Once again Ivelisse can rely upon my stanzas of perception to spark up her written foray into greater merriment of others. In the summertime of myself, I am able to foster my best humorous comments for her to consider ever. She is pleased with about half of what I share but not the other half which is too personal for a journal although witty about myself or the class itself.
She allows me to find my way to making humorous comments that accord with the teachings in the public eye only. I fare increasingly better in my humor rendition of her journals as the summertime concludes. I know I will not fail my tests ahead as I now understand her information more greatly than anyone could who only listened to her lectures. I bless Ivelisse always as the teacher of my heart that fosters me in the largest possible hypothesis for my future through time . . .
Passing My Tests: Success!
The third year of maturity school is better for me than my second year of ill flavor of self. By the end of the year, I pass my tests in flying colors due to all the editing of Ivelisse’s journals that repose a deeper understanding of her discourses than all of her spoken lectures combined. Ivelisse learns to appreciate my wit as it surfaces generally during breaks and not during her lectures. As I near the end of the year, suddenly I find myself reciting poetic prose in front of the class that is related to each lecture.
Shaktar writes a brief poem summarizing the class lesson in few astute words the night before. I write and print the prose and recite it to the class. Generally, I write three as there are three lectures per day on some days. The poetic prose mesmerizes Ivelisse and my soul family alike. Ivelisse bequests of me to write poetry for the journals too and I am honored and feel blessed to foster this expression for her through time in deeper care than ever for her body of written work. Over all, one hundred and forty poetic prose are written through time and forty are published in honor of Ivelisse and in her journals. I am credited for the poetry which fosters early recognition of my capabilities as an author.
Poetic prose is a transfigurist action over the dreams of each who incantates the poem. Transfiguration is an astute knowing of how to dream dreams of deep delight in cascades of light through time as poetry in motion. Transfigurative poetry fosters keys that allow dreams to flow together and with one another into new heights of magic, grace and beautification of self. Spirit is attracted to those who can transfigure as poetry in motion more than unto others. Transfiguration can also heal the wounds of one or many if allowed for within. I choose to write a very emotional book of poetic prose about my maturity school experience. The book catches popularity at first in my class and the group loves reading them for their own sake of summarizing our experience together through time.
The Emerging Poet
I recite exotic poetic prose
Direct from spirit
Through the self of myself
That summarizes each lecture
Or journal
Along with myself
And ingratiates the scribe Ivelisse
In divine oscillations of self
Realizing itself
Through time
For each to interpret
And understand
In a beautiful notion
That caresses the spirit
And blesses the life of each
Who incantates
The prose
That knows
My First Book of Poetry: The Prose Knows
I write a book of poetic prose summarizing my experience of my soul family in deep emotional accords of the heart in my fifth year of an extended stay in maturity school. The poetry is published in a small context on the part of Ivelisse who enters the book into a local contest in Fala’a. Lo and behold my poetry wins the “Best New Young Poet” award in the region. I am celebrated throughout Fala’a as a delight unto the tantric community of my heart. My soul family celebrates. I am invited to many poetry readings, to speak at other celebrations including weddings, birthday parties or other parties of all kinds along with other organized functions.
I enjoy my newfound fame. I recite my poetry in great aplomb of each event and am generally applauded due to my skills of transfigurative incantations that foster a mesmerizing notion and light motion for the group in accord unto with spirit. The prose are relayed unto the group to transfigure the dreams of those gathering to celebrate into new found heights of experience together. I learn a new skill that I will always relish which is to foster others in transfigurative merriment of self. Many other accolade unto myself for friendship in a newfound popularity that extends into Fala’a and not just in my mesmerizing journey of maturity school.
The prose knows the Shaktar of myself tells me recurrently. Prose is a nuance of dreaming that knows how to foster the incantations and spells that direct the dreams of you and me or others through reciting the poetry. Poetic prose fostering is not a skill for most. Poetic prose fostering is a skill for those who are deeply attuned unto spirit and interpret the dream direction for yourself or others. Prose fostering is not to be taken lightly due to its affluence over you or the whole.
Prose poetic fostering needs to be recited exactly. I am gifted at reciting prose exactly as spirit would speak it in my written work along with my poetic expression of written materials through time. Others know I am gifted like most others are not and choose to applaud my incantations that do in many cases foster very magical extravaganzas for others united together in grace and merriment of self through the duration of an event.
I Will Be Where I Need to Be
I surrender to the
Actions of spirit
To take me
To wherever I am needed
In time and space and form
And to always have enough
To foster the journey
Of my heart . . .
My first book of poetic prose is entered into thirteen other contests thanks to Ivelisse winning another major award in another tantric region far away. I am invited to a poetry reading exposition in Tadaland, another beautiful place of tantric unfolding for families of Atlantean inheritance. My mother cannot afford to send me to the celebration or ceremonies associated with my new award. No one volunteers the script needed to foster my journey when I intend this so in incantations over a three-month timeframe. I am devastated within as I cannot attend.
Tadaland is far away and it costs so much script to foster the journey that it is simply impossible to gift per Ivelisse. She explains that the cost is more than half of her salary in a given year and she would starve if she gave so much unto me. Although she would love to and loves me dearly it is simply impossible to offer. I am saddened at the high costs of travel in Atlantis. I intend in this moment to foster enough always to be where I desire to be and where spirit wishes me to be somehow in my life ahead . . .
Ivelisse motions to have me foster poetic prose for her many written journals. I write over one hundred and forty‐four poetic prose associated with her adroit systems of study of the psycho social wellbeing of Atlantis. Forty‐four of my prose are added unto her journals with a recognition of myself as the contributor. I am acknowledged for my gifts and talents one year later at an adroit celebration for Ivelisse’s work in Atlantis.
I have never traveled to the center of Atlantis before. I am deeply mesmerized by the beauty of our capitol city. I enjoy the experience and find a luscious tantric sway of a maiden of my heart from another region not far away from Fala’a. Pascaline becomes my first tantric beloved and keeper of the flame of my heart. We sway and dance to the eve of the bouquet of ourselves while Ivelisse celebrates a sincere award of appreciation for her work.
I am mesmerized by the sparkling green eyes and long blond locks of my first beloved of the night. Pascaline and I continue to see one another regularly for one year to follow. Fala’a is only a short train ride from her tantric community in Penrose. We see one another every other week. We fly in the sky of ourselves as we sway to the dance floor of many tantric boudoir theme nightclubs. Suddenly Pascaline meets her twin flame and is whisked away in a wedding ceremony of the sublime. I am heartbroken at the loss of my first beloved of the flame of my heart.
The Twin of Her Heart and Not Mine
I love the beloved blond locks
Of Pascaline
In all the passion of my heart
In a cavalier motion
To be as one within her sweet green eyes
In the sway of our hearts
Always and forever
As the first beloved
Of the flame of my heart
I grieve her loss for a year
As she is swept off
In the arms of her twin flame
And a duet not
Of myself . . .
For the first time in my teenage life, gravity hits my heart to an extreme. I cry into the night of myself. I am utterly grievous in myself. The sun no longer sparkles. The wild flowers no longer foster perfume. The lakes no longer dazzle in the glow of the moonlit eve. My heart is broken within. My mother worries about me a lot this particular summer and following the conclusion of my fourth year of maturity school and in the loss of the beloved of my heart. She gifts me many medicinals to aid in balancing my heart accolade of self.
My mother speaks kindly to the nature of twin flames vs. counterparts of the heart. She tells me that twins will always win the love and support of the marriage vow of self. Counterparts of the heart are also a kind union but many prefer the twin flames of themselves for marriage. She predicts that I will find my twin soon as this is the nature of beloveds and twins. If Pascaline finds her twin as the beloved of the fire of her heart, I am soon to find mine also. I intend this dream so with all my heart and soul . . .
The Twin Flame of Me
I long for the beloved
Of my heart
As a twin flame of myself
To surface into my life
To bring unto me
The truth of who I am
In a partnership divine
To cascade all the love
Of the two
Into our life unfolding
Forever in our hearts and minds
And forever in our lives . . .
The Prose Knows My Future
I save the prose written for Ivelisse on a computer system of myself for a future possibility of something else later on in my life. It is twenty years later and I re‐read the prose written for Ivelisse in my third year of maturity school. I choose to draft fifteen essays and interject over two thirds of my original poetry into the subject matter as headers of the topics discussed.
The poetry is not my own I witness. The poetry is purely of spirit and is to transfigure life in a new direction of hope, merriment, a fostering of the gifts and talents of each, and the possibility of something new to witness about the self of oneself. The poetic prose I attuned unto while high upon my mother’s drugs is pure in its relay of truth about the nature of human existence in my time period from the perspective of spirit. I am mesmerized at my own capabilities later on to bring forth such astute poetry at such a young age of sixteen.
I love my poetry and I love the space I motion into as I write with Shaktar in the expression of prose and incantations of spells that foster another way to be within myself and each. I know somewhere deep in my heart that expressing the nonphysical in beautiful manners for others to understand is my life hypothesis. Ivelisse agrees with my assertions for my future and shares more of what spirit has to say in a delicate manner as I pass my tests in my fourth year of maturity school studies.
Ivelisse asserts that I am present and incarnate to foster a big future and not just the average human life. She postulates and incantates a blessing for an accord of myself to dream bigger and a larger than life mission ahead. She is unclear exactly where my dreams may flower; but knows and asserts that it is not a small journey ahead for me ever. She blesses me with all her heart as she awards me two acknowledgements as the “Best Young Poet of the Year” from two beautiful tantric societies far away from one another that I am unable to travel unto, but adore nonetheless within.
My Life Future
I am that I am
Jasgahntar Pyphree Goganni
A human life of merriment and joy
To foster the reunion
Of each in the tantric sway of myself
I am that I am
A notion of the divine
To realize myself through time
Not of a small path of self
I am present upon Earth
To expand into the exquisite bouquet
Of a life as a tantric teacher
To anoint many of the feminine
Into a repose of sincerity of heart
So that they may heal
Of their life wounds
In my arms
And in my sway
And in my truth
As a lover of the beauty
Of each female
And each male
And one another
And the group
And all of Atlantis
And each culture
Through time . . .
Child of My Heart
You are the little one
A child of my heart
That reposes the beauty of me
In the beauty of you
In the bountiful delivery
Into my arms
In the succulence of spirit
And in an accord of soul
I foster you
And you foster me
In a postulation of sincerity
Of the heart
That motions into the divine
In a birth right of mine
To believe again in the care of the heart
In the love of a little one
Caught in my arms . . .
The Birth of a Child of the Community’s Heart: The Child of Myself Not
In my fourth year of maturity school in which I am unable to graduate, I Jasgahntar grow to be more frank in my assertions of humor during Ivelisse’s lectures than ever before. I make her laugh frequently but not always. I know when I have over stepped my bounds in a Shaktar comment or two or three or more when she fails to laugh even if the other students do. Too far Jasgahntar, she accolades but does not speak. I know in my mind I am the class buffoon that is needed to foster humor for the group through Shaktar and Shakti systems of soul family dreaming.
I am good at my humor. It flows when it should in communications that enunciate the truth in a flavor of the absurd. Sometimes the absurd is so obviously true and sincere unto society or the group at large that those listening to my humor fail to laugh. I am never clear if this is right or wrong with Shaktar but later appreciate how true wit educates in point blank and honest frankness of the truth of the circumstance. It is the frank humor developed in this year of my maturity school that is fostered throughout my life ahead and in each nuance of written articles or teaching of a workshop that later draws people by the thousands unto my popularity and life expression.
Life is absurd in Atlantis in my era or so the psycho‐social elite witness and address in their major and minor essays of explanation. Society is trite in its mannerisms of superiority of the educated elite who may not know very much within or have not developed far in their mindset in a spiritual context. Mindset is everything of import unto the social elite of Atlantis as I am to graduate from maturity school.
Developed mindset is measured not only by the ordained gurus of my day but also by astute scientific instruments. Mindset development produces astute awareness that then fosters something brilliant through time in the life dreams of the elite. Those mindset developing cause the masses to align into new heights of possibilities of even larger than life dreams than before. Society desires more humans gifted in mindset development to foster society than anything else.
The infamous cannot lead the way as generally they are not mindset developed. The famous are contrite in their superiority when they too may know little within and foster partnerships filled with strife in certain behavior that is ungracious between the pair or with others in the public eye. Famous males and females are absurd in their ordinary to in‐ordinary behavior towards one another that may not be kind or loving at all although the action may appear so in the veils of illusion through time. Matrimony is even more suspect in those who are famous in its lack of sincerity of the heart unless the pair are twin flames in the path of fame. I observe all the exposed details in the tabloids of self that are published everywhere and released regularly in Fala’a.
I am the buffoon of self in my fourth year of maturity school expressing the issues of the day in the eye‐witnessing of the partnerships that form as boyfriends and girlfriends or occasionally those in a gay union or two in my classmates. I analyze each in deep aplomb with Shaktar and compare them to the famous ones in the ill‐will column of the media hype of my day. Sometimes the analysis is gracious or found humorous by those compared to the public informatory of deceit of self; sometimes not.
Generally, Ivelisse and Saanva do not object to any comment of this nature due to the understanding gained by the class of the intricacies of male and female partnership coming to light in the exposes of myself. They allow the Shaktar of my perspective to be witnessed by each. Sometimes Ivelisse and Saanva alike do object to something I share and this is always a mind bend of myself triggering deep introspection within for a month or so. I meditate upon each issue with Shaktar often late into the night and then am far less humorous the next day. Others miss my wit for a time and then somehow inspire me to carry on as always yet again ahead due to their own need to laugh at themselves.
Laughter is considered the enlightenment of self in Atlantis. Laugh and you shall know in humorous striations of light motion of field that spirit adjoins to aid the comprehension of what is shared. As of late, I am most inspired by a new pair of beloveds in the class, one of which is the youngest daughter of the former principal of the school. The daughter Uma enters the first grade of maturity school with the beauty of the most of famous television stars of our cycle. Uma appears similar to the star Uma’ma’ma who is exploited as one of the most seductive of tantric partners to hit the stages of Atlantean memorization of the feminine in about eighteen years.
Uma’ma’ma has a silhouette of a concubine of the most mesmerizing of fashion models combined with the bosom of the goddess of tantra in herself mixed in with an adroit equation of a buttocks that is round and delightful in tis sway and legs so long that one might wonder where they end in the sky of oneself. Uma’ma’ma is one of the most gorgeous of concubines of self with long black hair to her waist and luscious blue eyes that reflect the sky. Uma’ma’ma is also a graduate with a PhD in voice therapy. The combination is just too much and little Uma appears as a splitting image of Uma’ma’ma in the eyes of my class. Most of male stature are immediately drawn to take her into the tantric swing of themselves and by themselves not wishing to share of her at all.
I am gorgeous Jasgahntar and am so delightful that Uma sways with me in a tantric foray of the two for about four afternoons as school breaks. I hope for something else pondering if she is the twin flame I desire in my heart. Amato suddenly arrives upon the scenes direct from Lemuria as an immigrant of self to be fostered in the tantric maturity school of my heart and is of the same age as Uma. Uma takes one look at Amato and the two sway together for forty‐five afternoons straight. I am pushed aside as are all others hoping for a rendezvous of fate with Uma the Uma’ma’ma of our hope, if not our hearts. The pair swing and sway much to their own chagrin as the twin flames of themselves.
The Beloveds
The pair are anointed
By the community
As the young beloveds
Of the heart of the whole
Who are to be wed early
Conceiving a love child
That is the delight unto the sight and life
Of the father
And each
Of the tantric community . . .
My soul family in maturity school has never witnessed twin flames in a unison of such beauty within before and in our class. The pair Uma and Amato flower and light motion into the heights of something that is beyond the sublime union of anyone else that I will witness again for about twenty years to follow. I do not understand exactly what is unfolding as I witness the joy of the pair in such a deep state of rejoicing in their unison. The Shaktar of myself states that this is a divine oscillation of twins that I will also one day experience with another. I am mesmerized by the beauty of the light formations of field of the pair for the year to follow and as witnessed in the meditation each evening within myself.
The Beloveds of the School: An Eyewitness Report
Uma and Amato are a pair to witness as they enter the school of my heart at age thirteen over the course of the following year. They are young and attracted and soon spend more time in the tantric swing than studying for their exams or attempting to understand the lectures presented via Ivelisse or the adroit media films watched so delightfully and in the full attention of the self of most. The pair just cannot seem to get their hands off one another and into their studies so to speak.
They do foster a day of a sway out in the forest and soon a pregnancy is on the way in the hatchery bakery of not so soon to be so little Uma. Indeed, Uma aplombs into a more than full‐sized pregnant stature in six months to follow. Uma is from a tantric family of deep aplomb in the community of Fala’a. The family has been present for as long as any can recall fostering many tantric children of which Uma is the youngest.
Her father Porfirio’o is the father of the tantric community schools at large within Fala’a. Porfirio’o was the principal of my school for eight years after which he was promoted to the head of all tantric schooling in Fala’a, a very prestigious position in a tantric society such as Atlantis indeed. Porfirio’o has fostered more books and literature and films about tantric pairing and tantric family and tantric society than any other author in this time period.
In my own introspection over the pregnancy of Uma and Amato with Shaktar in my evening meditations, Uma is indeed lost in the boobs of herself. I would define her partner Amato as one lost in the groin of himself only to cause a pregnancy of the two in the gifts of talents of one who fails to take their medication in the tantric swing or value education through time. This is what I wish to say but something else flows through the Shaktar of myself in the witty system of a wedding eve of the pair. Shaktar loves the pair in their new found stature as husband and wife at age fourteen in a pregnant stance in the tantric community of our hearts.
Instead of what I intend to say following the ceremony, something else is voiced in the Shaktar of myself “Amato and Uma are a match stick made in heaven as they sway to the beat of the tantric swing all day and all night igniting a motion of the sun only to sink it into the moon of themselves to produce an offspring of our hearts. They fail to notice anything other than themselves ever in their dance of deep care for the love child soon to be born ahead unto the twin flames of the community.” Those attending applaud my witty Shaktar comments much to the chagrin of myself.
What I think and what comes out of my mouth are often very diverse from this point forward as I have surrendered my will to speak unto Shaktar so that I do not disgrace myself or another again and especially at this sacred wedding ceremony attended by the father of tantric community of Fala’a known as Porfirio’o. Surrendering my speech patterns unto the spirit of Shaktar is the first level of mastery in my life and I will never forget how and why this occurred.
It was on the eve of an elegant buffet in favor of the wedded young pair of our hearts that I chose to surrender my will to speak unto Shaktar. I do so in order to assure I do not make a mistake in my humorous position of perception offered that might offend the mighty Porfirio’o, the voice of the tantric community of Fala’a. What came through as I took the microphone ingratiated the parents of the pair and the infamous Porfirio’o alike and for this I felt most ingratiated within and later in life.
At a later time, Porfirio’o endorses my early tantric information as a result causing many more to read of my website than might have otherwise. The endorsement of Porfirio’o later allows my fame to unfold much more rapidly through time. I am grateful throughout my life for the ability of Shaktar to control my mouth as I am an arrogant bastard about other partnerships in my associations or counseling through time and as my tantric popularity unfolds. Later in my life I soften in my approach due to vaster understanding of the intricate delicacies of male and female unions that I do not yet understand in my famous adult years. I also deeply appreciate those like Porfirio’o who aid me in my capacity to reach new audiences to inspire and foster myself as a teacher of tantra of the divine in a new motion of Shaktar in himself in myself fostering each.
The Pinocchio of Themselves
The beloveds are fostered
By the family
To witness a young marriage
And child of their hearts
To motion a notion
Of divine realization of the three
In accord with the grandparents
To foster the knowledge
Of the tantric system
To carry on and be fostered
In the sublime notions
Of Fala’a ahead
The pair Uma and Amato do care about one another, Shaktar explains to me, in my meditation later that night and following the wedding and in the chagrin of myself in Porfirio’o’s eyes. The pair Uma and Amato must marry, Shaktar explains, as this is Atlantean law due to a young conception. Failure to take your medicinals to control what is between the pants and conceive a child and it is yours for life to raise for sixteen years or provide script for if you are not to parent the child.
Even if a male or female abandons the union, finances must be provided unto the single parent until the child matures. I feel sad for Amato who is from Ecuador and of Latin descent only visiting the school of a holiday of himself along with his parents. Now he is trapped for sixteen years, I assert unto Shaktar. His parents depart and leave him behind to raise his only daughter soon to be born due to Atlantean law of fate.
I judge this sick pair Uma and Amato as in my eyes they could not hold back with each other and fondled their fosterings of enjoyment out of control losing other potential partners of exploration ahead in a marriage at such an early age. Why does the law disallow abortion from choice and not just due to fostering a sick set of DNA in the child in the womb? I ponder this now and later as I too become a father of what I think is a non‐fate conception of my life.
They are so young and I will not do this, I proclaim loudly to myself and unto Shaktar. Shaktar and Shakti are not unaware that I am also fated to a young marriage and conception of twins in parallel cause of something I also fail to control ahead and before my twenty‐first year. I do not know this yet and this is best in Shaktar’s eyes and so nothing else is said. The two spirits of my heart Shaktar and Shakti laugh and explain the issues of lore fables of this wedded pair for me to witness and understand in my own self of the self and the psyche of me in relation to Uma and Amato.
Shaktar and Shakti explain that Uma and Amato foster a lore fable of Pinocchio in which the nose grows into the pants of herself and fosters a child of unwedded bliss until the parents force something else only to cause the effect of what all desires; which is a young couple raising a beautiful love child of their own heart’s desire that marry. Uma’s parents are older and have fostered tantric community for thirty years. They desire a grandchild of their heart’s delight.
The dreams of the desires of the grandparents to‐be override their daughter who fondles into the night with a non‐plight of delight known as Amato who is his Latin lore of lust of the heart and loin and pleases her to no end as her twin flame of fate. The two fornicate as they are twins of the heart and into the day and night only to foster a child of the parent’s delight. As I understand this lore fable, I bless the pair in deep relief that they are not the self of myself.
The Love of the Grandparents
I am soon to depart
This life of mine
Which has been full and beautiful
And I wish to leave
An estuary of my understanding
For a grandchild of my heart
To foster his or her life
Into a divine incubation
Of the cycle of reincarnation
In deep love of my soul
And deep care of my ancestry
I am that you are
A grandchild of my heart . . .
Amato parents are less than pleased at their son’s sexual‐sensual nature but know in their minds all about the dance of Pinnochio. They too united as a young couple at age sixteen due to parallel fate fostering their son Amato, a love child of the night of themselves. Abelino and Zuleyka sigh at their son’s wedding as it is not unlike their own where both sides of the family feel deeply blessed within and in life due to the young pregnancy of their beloved children.
Uma’s parents are obviously older in stature and mature in their partnership understanding having witnessed many relationships and couples in the tantric community through time. Porfirio’o and Lynelle, my midwife, and his new wife are unconcerned and embrace the newlyweds and soon to be child of their hearts in the grace of the truth that this is what they had incantated and intended some time ago. The pair and incoming child shall renew the grandparents through time to extend their lives too.
The Birth of Jessa’y: The Child of My Heart
The birth of little Jessa’y is one that I will never forget and forever remember as a future beloved of my heart as she matures and I meet her again in the fame of my life as a tantric beloved of my own. Her mother Uma blooms into a very large stature of pregnant aplomb of what appears to be twins but is diagnosed as only one very large female child soon to pop. Uma is often caught eating boxes and boxes of the adroit combinations of bonbons deemed useful to the female in pregnancy on the part of the Atlantean midwifery hatchery of self scientists.
Somehow many boxes arrive to the pair’s suite following their wedding due to her parents’ flavor of popularity and leadership in Fala’a. The boxes are paid by those who Uma to have all the nutrients needed to produce a grand mindset development child of the heart of the community. Unfortunately, not unlike my hedonist self, she devours each box and possibly as many as two hundred more than she should have during the pregnancy. At nine months, Uma now appears as a full-fledged obese Lemurian auntie of big self Amato claims as he ceases to swoon at her appearance. I feel sorry for him and her somehow but know in my heart they will find their way to their right size just as myself per the Shaktar of myself. Been there, done that, I think.
The Birth of Jessa’y
The little one Jessa’y
Suddenly emerges
In a screech and a burp
Of her mother
Only to be caught in my arms
And loved forevermore
As a child of my heart
Now and always
Until I meet her one day
As an adult
As a tantric foray
Of a monadic relay that I adore
Uma and Amato are unclear exactly when they conceived. I am not as unclear about it as Uma looks like she is about to pop when she fosters her last pregnant swing in the tantric sway with myself. Saanva asks me to repose her due to pain in the abdomen this day. I am unsure about exactly what to do in the yoga repose positions in the swing as I may or may not be able to embrace her in all positions given her size. I bend over and under and backwards to repose her to soothe her stomach in known yoga positions for pregnancy that the group has learned due to Saanva’s diligence as an Auntie of Lemurian legacy of the pair. In the past month, I am the only one who is large enough to repose her in the sway of myself. Saanva had adopted Amato due to his Lemurian inheritance and has been acting as a pseudo mother.
Suddenly I am drenched as Uma’s water breaks. She shrieks and so do I. Others bound into the tantric sway room to witness a rapid birth. Saanva is called in and smiles. This is the type of delivery she had hoped for and had coached Uma in intending to foster with many incantations of her own. I am underneath Uma and Saanva guides me to remove her pants and panties. Saanva guides Uma to squat in the tantric swing which is propped up behind her bare bottom in support of her massive size.
Saanva guides her to breathe in and out for a time while the medics are called from the local midwifery hatchery system. Long before they arrive and in one swift lurch of Uma, a beautiful little girl pops out right into my arms. I am amazed as her very large dark eyes open with long eyelashes that gaze deeply into my soul. I am mesmerized by my own monad who fosters a major tantric bliss kiss of my life.
Little Jessa’y smiles at me as if she has known me forever. I feel so very blessed at this delightful experience and rapidly enter a state of rapture previously inexperienced in my life. Saanva is swift in the support offering a beautiful scarf of her own that wraps the little one in pink and silver. Soon the placenta is delivered but Saanva does not cut the umbilical cord. The child remains in my arms until the placenta comes forth. The medics still fail to arrive probably believing that the delivery is to be an all‐night journey in a bath of warm water similar to my own birth that I do not recall much but my parents often share of. The little one does not cry. We are cascaded in blessings to and fro. I will never forget the little Jessa’y of my heart.
The Cascade of Love
Birth is a motion
Of deep care of spirit
Descending into matter
That fosters succinct mind waves
That raptures each in the tantric sway
Of the mother and child
In the love of the heart
In the care of the whole
In a fostering of a divinity
Of truth
I tease Uma that the little one is actually a boy born with a larger lingam than myself that is erect. “What did you do?” I hear Shaktar humoring her. “He is turned on by you already Uma. He must be another twin of your heart!” I laugh! Saanva shushes me taking the child from my arms and placing little Jessa’y at Uma’s breast to begin to suckle. This is a delivery of Lemurian truth Saanva explains. There are no scientists involved thank the god and goddess of our hearts! The group is as mesmerized as myself and Saanva at the hush of care and blessings of spirit towards each along with the mother and father flowing through little Jessa’y. Each sways at the beauty of the gift and blessing of witnessing the birth of little Jessa’y.
The medics finally arrive in all the medicinals of themselves. They are amazingly swift at announcing Jessa’y as the birth of a child that they did not witness emerge. A cot is rolled in and Uma aided to roll into it somehow with a crash and bang of herself given her size. A clear plastic tent is inflated around her and the child. I am asked “Did you catch the child?” I say yes. “Then get into the tent.” I ponder why. The medic now outside the tent says that I am in need of certain gases along with the mother and child to aid me in remaining stable due to the gases produced in a birth and through a newborn child that could dement my mind I am potentially in peril if I do not receive all that the medics think is appropriate in this delicate position of myself along with the mother and child. I scratch my head a bit about this one.
Uma and I remain in the tent for over four hours. Soon the school departs for the day while Amato remains but outside the tent of his wife and newborn child along with myself. Saanva remains and speaks to the interference of the love of a birth in the new medical traditions that are descending upon parents in Fala’a at this time. She thinks that the entire tent hypothesis is ridiculous; it is just a child emerging into the world and not a scientific experimentation to be reveled within.
The doctor does arrive and enters the tent only to draw blood from myself, Uma and the child too. He re‐emerges with vials of substances that are inoculated into the three of us. I am the last to be inoculated but warned I could be in shock for catching the child without the medicinals offered. Birth is a shock, the doctor claims, to the nervous system of those too close who are not trained. I ponder this experience a long time to follow with my mother who gave birth in a pool and without all the tents and gases and shots and other medicinals now apparently prevalent sixteen years later in the midwifery hatchery of self of Fala’a.
The doctor insists that I go to the hospital with the mother and baby for further tests. I do not object feeling the authority of the position of doctor subordinate the self of myself. Saanva objects saying that I only held the child five minutes and passed it on to the mother to nurse. The doctor still insists and so I ride in the ambulance of self to the hospital and am retained four days. Tests are run upon mother and child and myself. I am not the father I explain many times. The doctor is unclear that this is not so given I caught the child. Oh my god! I could end up raising this kid that is not really my own just for catching it? If the tests prove it so I will be indebted and never have another tantric date! I am allowed to call my mother on my cell phone who immediately arrives upon the scene.
In the meantime, the doctors terrorize me about my relationship to Uma. Even if you are not the father, they claim, if you did have sex with Uma your sperm could cause a genetic reflection in the child. If this is detected, you might need to foster support of the little one until their teenage years. I freak out within and claim I am a virgin, which I am. My mother is not amused at all with myself or the doctor at his assertions. Tests are run and they do prove I am not the father even in a reflected sense. I sigh a huge sigh of relief that this is finally proven.
Later on in my life, I make sure to avoid having sex with any pregnant female if I know ahead of time. One time I do not know and am also forced to provide script for a child not of my heart that is a reflection of my DNA. Many tantric partners often foster a pregnancy in which genetic ties to two or three can be measured by the new and emerging technology of the wizardry of the medical systems of Atlantis in favor of the feminine. If more than one father is detected, all are responsible for providing script for the child until age sixteen. I am amazed at how many of my friends wind up paying script due to genetic threads of possible conception as my famous tantric teaching years flow by. This is sincerely a time when the right of the feminine is at an all-time high to protect her interests as a mother and also for the sake of the child.
I am finally released from the hospital prison sentence four days later. Many tests are run upon me. The doctors claim I am overly sensually‐sexually aligned within and this triggered an early delivery of the baby. In reposing Uma too many times in the tantric swing over the course of four months prior to the birth of her child, the sacral bonds fostered between us and ignited a birth possibly up to one month too early. I simply claim that I was the only one tall and large enough in my class to repose her larger stature of pregnant size in the tantric swing the past few months.
Her spouse looks like a dwarf next to me and simply could not span his legs and arms far enough to help her. I was not thinking about her sexually or sensually at all but simply about her comfort through pregnancy. The yoga positions appeared to aid her in releasing body level pain or cramps due to the position of the child in the belly. Although premature, the newborn is measured as large as most full term births possibly due to all the bonbons Uma ingested during her pregnancy and much to her and Saanva’s chagrin. Lemurian culture believes in eating big to allow the pregnancy to conclude with a bang and early, allowing the mother to recoup herself more gracefully through time.
The doctors give me many medicinals to balance my sensual sexual tendencies that may produce too many ejaculations through time in their expertise. Too many ejaculations, although nice, inhibit the body’s capacity to renew, fosters disease in old age, depletes the nutritional fabric of the biology, and is not wise. I claim only to foster an ejaculation once per month when in reality it is more like once per week which is the suggested ratio of release into bliss of the Shaktar of myself.
I ponder all of this after I finally arrive back home. My mother feels that the entire experience is just an amazing odyssey of the changing medical threshold of interference over natural biological systems designed to give birth or delight in a sexual encounter with another or with oneself. Ejaculation once per week has never been known to harm anyone she claims. I am relieved at her position and choose to continue to foster it in myself.
The Ejaculation of My Heart
I masturbate to ejaculate
Once per week
In a ratio of a bliss kiss of Shaktar
In a release into myself
Of being as one
With my body and myself
In its needs
Through time
There I am the little Jasgahntar in the swing of myself again at the birth of my own children. I foster twin daughters at an early age and following my graduation from maturity school. The story and saga of the experience of meeting my twin and conceiving twins is a chapter all of its own. I will not foster anything more beautiful however than a union with the child Jessa’y who I will meet ahead when she is age seventeen. We will have a brief encounter for a rapturous moment as I have become a guru of my own following by this time.
I will weep as I gaze into her eyes recalling the eye connection that occurred as she first fell out of her mother’s womb into my arms. The monadic duet of the soul was so present then and so it is always present for me later even if not for her un‐fortuitous spouse. I will love her always and through her divorce and into a devotion of my following in hopes of marrying me next. I am through with marriage by this time but will always adore little Jessa’y forever in the forever of our souls . . .
The End for Now
Jasgahntar
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.