Divine Partnership
I am the one of the two
Fostering a luscious union
In the arms of my beloved
Betrothed unto me
In a bequest for marriage
In a divine oscillation
Of the care of the heart
To be fostered
Through time with my twin
In which the partnership is blessed
In a cascade of self‐realization
Actualizing each
In a mastery quotient
Of divine union
Where two hearts
Syncopate as one
In the life
In an epic sojourn of ourselves
Of the souls of the two
The Madame of My Fate: My Graduation Year Humor
I am that I am in my final year of maturity school. I adore the feminine always in my class and out in my emerging world too. I took on many responsibilities as a pseudo co‐teacher of the year prior for my beloved teacher, Ivelisse. I choose in my graduation year to focus more upon myself rather than upon others in order to foster a unique future ahead. The teacher of my final and graduating year of maturity school has changed and I feel less involved as a result. My former teacher Ivelisse has departed the foundation to foster a one year epic journey to write a book of her own sponsored by the founding father of Fala’a. Porfirio’o has set aside abundant gifts of script to sponsor those talented like herself to write about tantric society for all of Atlantis to ponder.
I also ponder if I will work upon her book. Although this would interest me not unlike all the time working upon her journals, she is choosing to retreat far away from all that she has known to write something very unique. Ivelisse’s book attains major recognition as a poetic work of art with very unusual and new insights into tantric sway formations.
I never see Ivelisse but love her always for her beautiful affluence over my life and the poetry that I also fostered not only during my years in maturity school but later in my life too. I am happy but tearful as she departs before I graduate. The new teacher Iskender is gracious and abundantly personable but male. Iskender is disappointed that I will not carry on as a co‐teacher in his first year as headmaster of the class, but knows that I am older and really ready to motion on with my life. He accepts my proposal to foster life outside of school more greatly instead.
The Femme of the Tantric Boudoir
I adore the mature femme
Who adore and appreciate
My youthful self
In a tantric sway
Of the boudoir of themselves
Educating myself
About the feminine
And how to repose in love and grace
In the swing of ourselves
And in the flight of spirit and soul
I accept a position in a tantric sway bar as a waiter. I often foster the delightful nuances in waiting upon tables of beautiful pairs of couples that enjoy the sway of the eve in the boudoir of the club. Music is often offered that is live and of the most gifted musicians of the region of Fala’a. I sometimes dance my light wave motions for the guests. Generally, they do applaud as I am quite the ham fostering mesmerizing motions that delight and entertain the audience.
Sometimes I do have a tantric affair of the eve with someone older. These many sublime experiences of the mature femme fatale tantalize my senses and teaches me new reposes of the two that trigger delight of the heart and mind in a lovely sway together. The older madam Delfinor’i chooses to take me on as her project of sorts of a younger person eager to understand tantric sway. We meet in the boudoir of herself many an eve as I conclude my duties at the tantric sway bar.
I am paid nominal script for my work but it does afford me some very nice new clothing that I am grateful to wear for each encounter with Delfinor’i. Often, she takes me shopping and adds this or that to what I can afford that fosters delightful accoutrements that cause a new flair of myself to emerge. An earring here or a scarf there or a colored pair of socks just adds the perfect touch to my new and emerging style of myself.
Delfinor’i teaches me many nuances of tantric repose in the sway and swing of herself. She is gracious and beautiful with tantalizing blue eyes and long luscious red hair. Her accent is from another region of Lemuria that is soft and sweet and cadenced in the romance of the feminine. Delfinor’i has owned a lingerie shop for years in Riya’a that she sold the year prior to retire. She is present in Fala’a due to a gift from a client who could not settle a large debt with her shop but owned a lovely apartment in our region.
The apartment is made available unto her for three months duration. Indeed, the accommodation is gracious with a large deck surrounded by flowering trees that blossom scenting the air in all the grace that nature can muster for her and I to experience. I sway with Delfinor’i one eve upon the deck and under the full moon. The air is soft and scented by the Delfinor’i blossoms. I pick the blossoms off the trees adding one or two behind her ear and whisper softly “A Delfinor’i blossom for beautiful Delfinor’i of my heart”. I sniff the blossom and then gently nuzzle her neck.
Delfinor’i takes me further into herself than I have ever experienced with any female; and into her swing for the eve. Delfinor’i is the first femme to foster a full body orgasm for myself. The full body orgasm is a spinal reflux that fosters a sway that triggers an expanse into realms unknown to the physical. Those who consciously dream following many full body orgasms flux into vivid encounters with the nonphysical.
I orgasm this way easily and Delfinor’i is surprised. She explains that this is rare in her experience and I must be highly tantric and designed to foster understanding of high partnership ordering of divinity as only those that orgasm this readily generally foster such a path in their life. I rise into the moon of herself in a cadence of beautification of the twins. Delfinor’i is my first twin encounter with an older femme of much tantric experience. I relish her mature approach to the reposes fostered in the tantric sway and swing with her this eve in particular.
The Flight of My Life
I orgasm within
And a vision quest unfolds
Ignited by my soul
That lofts me away
In the flight of an eagle
Of myself
And I drum to the rhythm
Of the galaxies within
In which all exists
Forever and always
Until I return
Home to the nonphysical
Orgasms of high ordering of spiritual sway are full body, mind and heart refluxes that tantalize the senses at first but rise into the rapture of spirit. Often those gifted will witness spirit in a mesmerizing conscious dreaming episode that may take one into sacred dreaming to foster an understanding of your life and the nature of the journey from a perspective of spirit and in the sway that the pair together. Indeed, in my first vision quest with Delfinor’i I sway into several full body orgasms only to fly high into the sky with herself and with all the spirits and angels that are present in her own boudoir of self. The experience lifts me beyond time and space and into a sequence of dreaming that I will never forget even as I grow older as the experience is so vivid with full body sensations reposed in my nerves.
I orgasm in my mind for the third time this evening and the gates to a castle of myself opens for the first time in my life as a lucid dream. Delfinor’i stands tall in the magnificence of her nonphysical self; she is my tantric gate keeper and hands me a large key to foster entrance into my own castle of self. The key motions many gates open at once and suddenly I am propelled into the heavens and beyond my wildest imaginings of where I am motioning unto next.
I fly into the mid‐heavens of myself where the clouds loft by and the moon glistens unto the sea churns far beneath me as a dark blue hue of myself. I suddenly transfigure into the shape of a brown and white eagle soaring with wings spread wide on either side of me. I listen to the wind as I soar and as it rips through the feathers of my wings making haunting sounds that almost frighten me into returning to my body.
Delfinor’i seems to know something about what I am experiencing and whispers gently in my ear as she caresses and holds me “Be not frightened of the flight into the Eagle of yourself. I am right behind you.” I turn my eagle eye and sure enough she is soaring behind but adjacent unto transfigured as the most amazing shiny iridescent blue eagle with light blue glistening eyes that sparkle like diamonds in the sky. She soars by me easily and I follow her to where we are to meet next.
The Quest of Myself
The quest of myself
Is to understand myself
In this lifetime
As a master of transfiguration
Fostering a transcendental
State of being
That fosters the flavor
Of ecstasy and grace
The dream is so vivid as a physical sensation that I can feel the feet curled into the feathers of my underbelly and the stretch and pull of my wings as I motion in my flight to follow the beautiful blue grace of Delfinor’i. It is a full body dream experience that I will never forget and does not recur again to the same level of sensation for over twelve years ahead. I do not know this at this time and think that this type of full body repose will recur but it cannot as it is a gift of spirit that holds space through Delfinor’i for this experience for a specific understanding that I am in need of about my life purpose.
We arrive upon a perch of self and land softly side by side with my eagle claws holding on for dear life to what looks like a post. I cling to the perch for a time. Suddenly I find myself transfigured into the shape of an Elk. I look ahead for Delfinor’i and she is there but has transfigured into the shape of a wolf in front of me. I ponder this and suddenly she is running off into an underground cave that I cannot follow as I am too large.
A herd of other elk appears and I follow them to a canyon of magic and beauty. I feel the stride of the motions of four legs underneath me and the weight of a full set of antlers upon my head. The trees are dusted with snow and the valley glistens in the moonlight. I am warm and not cold although the scene makes me shiver within. Delfinor’i is nowhere to be found but an elder elk that is illuminated in a golden light who stands twice the size of all others. She floats towards me. She is beautiful and desires something sacred for myself in this experience.
Following her are many fawns with white spots upon their backs. There are hundreds of fawns that surround her. The light of an emerging sun illuminates the entire clan of elk. There are elk of all size and stature, weight and age, each doing what elk do wherever they are and wherever they are to be. The fawns each mature into a unique elk that is beautiful and gracious and fosters their own fawns in another region someplace else within me. I ponder the elk scene for many months to follow gaining many insights from Shaktar.
The elk scene fades and I find myself in a golden mansion. This is Delfinor’i’s mansion. Delfinor’i is present in the golden silk sari of her birth throne. She is queen of her mansion. I am honored to enter and bow deeply unto my feet. A fire burns bright in the center and illuminates the cave that twinkles in the sun of herself. Here in the mansion of herself Delfinor’i understands the feminine in the dance of the masculine due to a lifetime of exploration of the nature of tantric union within her own boudoir of self. She reaches for me in a caress of fate; and I find myself adorned in a golden shirt and white pants with golden shoes that turn up at each end with tiny gems sparkling like tassels in the glow of the sun of her mansion.
Delfinor’i adorns me with a large mineral hung on a heavy golden chain. “This is for your heart blossoming ahead. It is a mineral sacred unto the journey of the tantric master of you. The mineral is known as Pusite. It is the main mineral of my mansion of self. Pusite is an ancient stone related to gold and silver and the rays of Heaven and not earth.” I bow down to her feet kissing each of her toes which suddenly appear as the feet of a large cat. I look up and Delfinor’i has transfigured into a handsome golden lion. His eyes are emerald green and very wise and ancient in the reflection of herself. He says to me wisely “You are unique but must be wary of fostering too many tantric sways with too many women as it may do me under in the end.”
I Bless Delfinor’i Always
I bless the gatekeeper
Of my tantric mission
Who anointed me to foster
The flight of my life
Into the sacred space
Of the mansion of myself
With my soul in myself
And myself in my soul
Forever as one
Until I return home to my sun
An eagle soars and screeches above me and I strive to follow but have no wings. A beautiful male of tantric motion of light so very big in himself and luminescent beckons me to follow him into another cave. I float by his side and am shown the way into my own mansion of self. A palace of fire in a mellifluous golden hue opens unto me. I enter my fire and purify myself. I witness much density and dark creatures of gargoyle like apparitions scatter away from myself.
As the last gargoyle departs, a beautiful tantric female sways near me in a repose of seduction. She is beautiful and luscious and desirous of myself and masturbates in a tantric swing with another part of myself that I recognize as the orgasmic one. I come and come and come and am lost in herself until I no longer know who I am or what I am to do in my life. I shudder at what I witness in this vision quest of myself and the dream changes again.
This time I am in front of a large crowd that I appear to know although today I recognize none of the faces. Suddenly each face becomes a mirror of myself. Some are laughing at me; some are pointing their fingers at me in criticism; some are avidly in love with me; some hate my guts; some are present for the most glorious tantric rendezvous you or I could ever imagine; some wine and dine me entertaining me silly until I am seduced; others give me generous gifts expecting too much in return; yet others give kindly but I do not honor the simple gifts perhaps enough that are sincere unto the care of their hearts.
I am a mesmerizing buffoon of a teacher that reposes much wisdom of many nonphysical resources that many desire to interpret and understand through time. One female rises out of the whole that is not of my face. “Who are you?” I ponder. She is myself in myself in myself in the lost feminine that is never loved really, but adored somehow into remaining with me, until I grow bored and motion on, only to break her heart forever more until death do us part . . .
I am no happier with this scene than the one before. I cannot abate the dream as somehow Delfinor’i holds me too far into the lucid dreaming part of my mindset. The next scene opens and now I am fostering liaisons with countless twins. There are twin flames of older age and twins of younger age, and twins of beauty and twins of unison, and twins of friendship, and twins of a difficult circumstance in which their heart breaks, and one twin that breaks my heart to a point of such deep fragmentation that I desire to die.
I am festered in all that twin faces of the feminine that float by saying something to me about their experience in my tantric boudoir. Some are angry; some are in love; some are mesmerized and hope to return by my side soon; some are endearing and send me script and gifts; some are blatantly arrogant thinking I know nothing; and yet one is the most passionate about myself than all others. And yet I abate her out of my life not understanding love of my twin enough to do anything else, until somehow, I open my heart so big and so wide that suddenly I love all my twins forever in the deep care of my heart. I sigh at the outcome and allow myself to rapture in the possibility of something positive out of all that I have seen upon my first vision quest of myself with Delfinor’i as my guide.
The Twins of Myself
I will always be
In a twin escapade
Of delight to fright
Until I learn to love
All my twins
Forever in myself
I drift off to sleep in the deepest state of peace and beauty that I have known this lifetime. I do not awaken for many hours. When I arise, I realize that I have missed a Sunday rendezvous with my mother and her friend. Delfinor’i has long departed her apartment possibly for another engagement. A note rests upon the table with a bowl of berries. I consume the berries as if I have never eaten my entire lifetime. I quickly dress and arrive to where I was to meet my mother. She is nowhere to be found.
There is a message upon my cell phone but not from her. What day is it, I ponder? I check and it is Saturday but late in the afternoon. I am to work this eve again at the Tantric Sway Bar. I am one day behind myself yet I know that Delfinor’i and I clearly had a Saturday night date. This is very odd and I scratch my head pondering what to do. I crosscheck the date and time at the train station. Indeed, it is Saturday afternoon and I need to be at work soon. I choose to motion to the tantric sway bar instead of returning home as I will be late otherwise.
I am aglow in the same attire as the night before. I motion light through the clothing and it suddenly smells fresh and sweet again. I thank Shaktar for the gift as I also am in need of a shower, I think. I light motion a sweet scent over my skin and hair and fluff myself within. The wind blows through my hair as I ride the local train to my destination. I glance in the mirror as I enter the Tantric Sway Bar and I look perfectly prepared to be present and wait upon each in the night club of my heart that I already waited upon the night before.
One by one the tables fill up just as I experienced the night before. The same musicians in the same clothing set the stage and begin to play their lofty and melodious music. I dance the same three light wave motions to the same music as the night before. It is more than a déjà vu. Delfinor’i however does not appear at the corner table for a rendezvous with myself later. I return home unexpectedly only to discover that I am fast asleep in my bed dreaming of myself again without Delfinor’i by my side . . .
The Delfinor’i of the Emerald
Many times in my future
I will ponder the tiny green emerald
That was the gift
Of the Femme of my first vision quest
A vision that I cannot forget
That haunts me until late in my life
Due to the need to learn to love
All of my twins to survive . . .
Delfinor’i departs a month later. We rendezvous four more times. I am blessed and blissed out in her presence. Another vision quest fails to unfold. I am not sure if this is positive or negative. We speak intimately about my visions of myself. She interprets them with wit and style but also in sincere knowing that there are many issues in my future life that I will face as I grow to be the tantric master and leader that I am destined.
She gifts me a small emerald ring. The incantation within the ring is one of survival through the storms of my twins. I never give this tiny emerald ring away. Later I have a jeweler place the emerald next to a large diamond that someone wealthy gifts me along with a unique custom designed ring. I wear the ring brilliantly in the entertainer of myself.
Delfinor’i passes the physical shortly after the emerald is set in the new ring. She appears before me to tell me she is departing the physical. She is so present I reach to hold on to her one last time only to discover my arms motioning through her. She fades away into the stars of the night time sky in the love of my heart and the care of my soul. She is my first twin encounter of the eve and the keeper of my keys of fate. I bless her always . . .
I have two additional boudoirs of the night experiences with older femme also of my heart but not a twin flame of self. Each are very careful with me fostering education about tantric systems of repose of the two. Repose of the two is fourteen hundred possible yoga positions in which the nerves align to foster harmony to exotic moments to night time sways of the eve to other focuses such as balancing the mindset of the two.
Each repose has a certain function of the two. In my youth I learned about twenty-six considered useful to the swing and sway of soul family in maturity school and the tantric community I grew up within. Later I master about six hundred due to my continued explorations of tantric mastery through time. I am always surprised at the grace that the reposes allow two to feel within.
The blessings from spirit and soul generally flow if the pair aligns. I align easily with my two older femmes of the eve for a time. Each is visiting Fala’a and is seeking out a younger partner for their own cause. Each loves my youthful grace and height along with appearance against the backdrop of their loss of glamour. Both Kajal and Noomi are beautiful in my recall of themselves if not physically then in an energetic repose of deep care of the heart.
My heart blossoms and I find myself more certain about who I am within. Each departs back for their homeland after a month or less and I never do see either of them again. I bless the older femmes of my heart who taught me enough to foster the next journey of my life with my twin flame of the heart. I relied upon some of the tantric reposes that they taught to balance her mind and foster gracious union of the two through time ahead.
The Graduation Humor of My Heart
I incantate a spell
To foster the most magnificent humor
On the stage of my graduation
Witnessing the laughter of each
In my school
And the audience
To trigger the love of myself
In the dance of life
Most in my senior year class have graduated except for one slight female Ghislaine who similar to myself failed to pass one year of tests in her earlier education. She is retained not unlike myself due to the appearance of needing more tending unto before fostering her life outside of the maturity school systems of Fala’a. Ghislaine and I often cuddle in the tantric swing having known one another a long time and find a sincere appreciation for one another given our fate of a late graduation.
We plan an extraordinary graduation celebration all of our own humor and prepare ourselves for the entire year to foster the biggest entertainment of the clan that we can come up with. Ghislaine envisions a humorous notion that I am intrigued with and choose for within myself. I know that somehow we will pull off all we envision. I will always be grateful later on for Ghislaine’s uncanny capacity to envision something that turns out to be a real parade of myself as the entertainer of the play of me.
Ghislaine envisions myself playing the role of the Madame of All on stage interviewing the students just as the real Madame fosters her interviews upon many television shows per week. I ponder this for a time and finally choose to foster this vision with Ghislaine in the grace and wit of myself. The Madame is a big character and I feel I can portray her in a transfigurist motion well upon the stage. The shared visions of Ghislaine and myself ignite a dream for us to spend more time focused upon our graduation project than other possible projects with others in the school.
I explain the graduation project to Iskender. He finds the concept intriguing and humorous and chooses to allow for it; and witnesses that I obviously desire to foster the best graduation prospect of humorous notions of myself for my own life ahead. I appreciate Iskender for allowing me my journey and not pressing me to do more than I really desire in my final year of maturity school.
Ghislaine and I continue to meet every afternoon and sometimes into the evening creating our costumes and grand ball effect of ourselves for our graduation eve. The notion is brilliant. I discuss it all with my mother endlessly it seems who agrees that I will play the role of the Madame of the most famous talk show host of herself forever in herself brilliantly. Madame Morrister’s show is broadcast four times per day in Atlantean television systems. I watch her shows incessantly and as much as I can in my spare time. Ghislaine finds herself bored with watching too much of Madame’s shows that foster trifle attitudes towards the rich and famous and others that she aspires to inquisition about in their love lives. I find myself obsessed with the Madame in the desire to mimic her perfectly upon my fateful graduation eve.
The Jing Jing Jing of Herself
The jing jing jing
Of the Madam’s show
Flourishes the nuances
Of herself
To catch her audience
On the airwaves
Of the Atlantean media
About the lives
Of themselves . . .
The Madame’s show is always introduced in an auspicious dance of her own Middle Eastern flavor of self. She is wrapped in a brilliant and shimmery orange sari with a short top and her pierced navel shining with little stars of the night as she dances and motions unto her introductory music that exonerates the beginning of each of her shows. Those listening to the airwaves in the public rush to the nearest tele to watch her show as the music jingles through the shopping centers or restaurants that provide something that many cannot afford at home. Owning a television costs a lot of script in this time period of my life.
The Madame dances and chimes “jing jing jing” “jing jing jing” and “jing jing jing” with symbols in each of her hands. I watch her intro incessantly and learn the dance and motion my hips just with the right cadence of the “jing jing jing” with my own symbols my mother somehow procures for next to nothing at a local thrift shop. My mother somehow also finds a very large orange piece of fabric for very little script that can be carefully crafted into a sari that fits my nine foot tall stature. She also procures a bra at a transvestite shop that is large enough to fit around my chest along with extra‐large sized falsies to create the cleavage of my life. My only problem now is my hairy abdomen and chest to deal with.
My mother once again blesses me given my graduation notions with a free visit to a stylist that specializes in removing hair with a special instrument that has become very prevalent in the tantric society of the day. Most prefer smoother and buttery skin in the tantric sway with a beloved my mother explains. The hair loss will be permanent my mother warns. I am more interested in posing as the Madame than my hair at this point. My mother gifts me a treatment with a hair specialist known as Tullia who owes her some script it seems.
And so, I make my appointment with Tullia who is very inspired not as much with my hairy chest, belly, legs and back; but with the hair upon my head that is luscious, long and black with curly locks cascading down to my hips. I share with her my graduation plot. She laughs and plans on attending she says if for no other cause but to witness me.
She wishes to do something creative with my hair as a gift and in support of my graduation endeavors. She knows the Madame from her show well in watching it weekly. Soon there are little black hairs all over the floor as she works her instrument over my chest, abdomen, back and legs. Now I have smooth and creamy flesh unlike that which I could have ever imagined for myself. She butters me up even more so with a beautiful lotion that smell divine but masculine enough she thinks to attract the feminine.
Tullia claims that the hair may regrow some here and there and that I can adventure to see her three more times on the script owed to my mother to assure smooth skin forever. She chooses however to do something else to my hair that I do not appreciate later. Tullia bathes my beautiful hair in a latex substance that does foster far more gloss she claims. This will emulate the Madame’s shiny curly black locks perfectly as it glistens upon the stage she claims.
The Hair of Myself
The hair of myself
Haw grown since the testosterone
Began to flow through my blood
And suddenly disappears
Due to a little instrument
And the wave of the hand
Of a beautician of deep care
Of the hair upon my head
If not the hair upon my chest
The hair does appear glossier for about four weeks to follow and then goes so flat that the curls fail to flounce any longer. Now my hair looks like a big bush and not the glorious locks that I adore so much as I look in the mirror each morning. This is not the image I desire for my graduation postulation of appearing like the Madame of All. My mother is horrified and brings me back to Tullia’s salon to complain. “Well, it must be that you are using very cheap shampoo. Try this line of shampoo and conditioner and it will restore the sheen of the latex gift into glorious locks of the most beautiful hair ever to suit the image of the Madame.”
My mother becomes increasingly upset at the high cost of script for the shampoo and conditioner I now seem to require and that takes away from other needs of the family. I choose to use most of my script from my earnings in the Tantric Sway Club to pay for my new hair products. I work later and later into the eve earning more tips of script so that I can also afford my new wardrobe too. Finally, my mother prohibits the long nights I work except for the weekends. This bothers me as I begin to find life more entertaining beyond school than within it. She understands but warns me that I must be awake and aware in class lest the teachers choose to retain me yet another year. Perhaps this is not worth it in her opinion. I do agree although am somewhat upset at the change in my script earning potential.
The Gossip of the Class
I incantate a spell
To uncover the latest gossip
Of the graduating class
To foster the humor
Of my interview scheme
Of playing the Madame of All
In honor of each in their aplomb
On the stage of myself
In preparation for my graduation audition as the Madame of the gossip of the airwaves, I procure as much inside information on the gossip column of the graduating class as I can. I foster as many spies of the non‐graduating clan as I can letting them know a little about my auspicious graduation plan. Most find the concept very humorous and provide ample gossip to humor the entire audience at the event. My purpose of understanding the gossip is to foster an interview of each of the graduating class as the Madame of the talk show hostess of the mostess of myself.
I learn of some really gritty sexual experiences that I choose to abate from the interviews to be presented as they are too crass in my estimation. I have long learned my lesson about dirty humor in the dance of my life in maturity school through the years. I choose to foster something more gentle about each and in honor and humor of them too. There are only four along with myself and Ghislaine graduating this year. I learn something about each that is humorous.
I also learn of one expectant tantric pair in which she is really unhappy at the outcome but he is fine due to a new wife of better affluence than his own family in Fala’a. Although she is unhappy, her parents are grateful as they desire a little one of their own hearts. Although he is happy, his parents are upset. Why cannot we all be happy? I always ponder the polarity nuances of such experiences. Only Shaktar as spirit seems to know why and explains the details to me in my late night meditations with him through time.
Shaktar explains that the pair that conceived are upon a sleigh bell of self ride of a beautiful tantric moment gone sexual in the snow of themselves. In the snow of themselves, the dreams are bountiful and her parents accolade that they require a little one to renew and foster bigger dreams for the family happenstance of fate. For him, he is delighted as he desires to marry this one above all else for the abundance of himself. For herself, she is hoping for a partnership that is of a wealthier status of script for a life of a fairy goddess of herself that would never have to work. So, this cannot be now given his family’s lack of income due to their immigration status in life. His parents have many grandchildren and do not wish to foster yet another on the minimal script of themselves and are upset.
The fate is sealed and the wedding is planned for following the graduation as the belly grows of herself spawning the beauty and bountiful experience of the love of the mother and child as twins of the heart ahead. As the child is born, the sleigh bells will ring and she will be happy for a long time in her role as a mother of her twin flame of fate nonetheless.
I am mesmerized at the lore fables that cause unions and marriage along with family happenstances of fate. I am told that one day I will write about all the fables as a mesmerizing tantric teacher of myself. I love this vision of Shaktar for my future and long to foster it soon following graduation and not later. Shaktar says nothing about my fate other than “The times of tide take charge of the destiny of yourselves as humans in ways that perhaps you simply are not expecting; not unlike the young marriage of these two you are witnessing in your graduating class”.
The Madame I Am
I appear as the Madame of All
Upon the stage of myself
At a distance if not up too close
In spite of my buttery skin
And bustier of a big false cleavage
I mimic her perfectly
In all the nuances that I practice
Endlessly it seems to my mother
To foster the dance of small fame
As a graduation class comedian
In the town of Fala’a
I adore the costume that my mother fosters for the Madame of myself. From afar, I appear just like her on stage. I have all the moves down. My chest is smooth and my bosom is beautiful in bountiful extra‐large adroit falsies propped up by a black bustier that foster the appearance of a cleavage of myself. My mother enhances the bosom with a chocolate colored powder along with pale ivory glitter that shines from afar in a nuance of a big mound. She fosters my face in procured stage make up from an actress friend. From a distance, I appear as the most beautiful Madame of All ever on this day of my graduation.
False eyelashes are added along with a dark black mole upon my right cheek just like the real Madame herself. I practice one last time with Ghislaine who has been made up to be not unlike the male transvestite of slight systems of himself that always introduces each guest that the Madame interviews upon her television show. The time of my performance draws near. I find myself calm and in my center to foster the stage act of my life. I incant prose to foster the highlight of myself as a graduation host of a sincerely beautiful male that is going to succeed in life to the max in the tantric sway of his big popularity ahead as the comedian of me. This is my destiny I feel and Shaktar appears to agree in the chagrin of himself and knowing more about my future than I do in this moment in time.
Ghislaine first appears in front of the graduating class. She appears so masculine the clan fails to recognize who she is underneath her wig and hat. She speaks in just the right reproach to the cast of characters she represents as the Madame’s talk show entrance foible. The character is known on television as Fiore. “Fiore speaks the truth of all,” Ghislaine claims in just the right accent not unlike the real Fiore. The audience laughs.
“We have a special appearance of the real femme fatale of all forever in herself with a bosom bigger than most if not all females through time. She is here amongst you to inaugurate a vast shift in the dreams of your life. Be aware and be astute that what is to be shared is of the truth and not a lie about you. Know that the interview of your life is a gift for your graduation and is about to take place here and now in the boudoir of the Madame.”
Ghislaine exits stage right perfectly as I dance on stage with all the moves of the Madame as each knows of it endlessly through time due to the vast number of television shows she has produced. I sway to the left and bump bump bump my hips and then sway to the right with the tinkle of the jing‐jing‐jing and just to the beat of the Madame’s music broadcast over the class loud speakers. The audience laughs very hard at my performance. One friend manages to video my entire performance on their personal camera due to their wealthier status in the community. I am grateful for what this fosters later.
The Interviews of My Heart
I incantate a spell
To interview each
In deep aplomb
Of all that is true
But also funny
About themselves
Through time
As the Madame of myself
Upon the stage of my graduation, I begin to speak just as the Madame in herself. I roll the “r’s” just so in her middle eastern accent of an interview prospectus of my clan. “I call first upon the stage Ms. Hermuani Baltin.” Little Hermuani meekly climbs up the stairs of the stage and asks not to participate whispering this into my ear. She is dressed all in black satin. “What is this? Are you in mourning or what?” Little Ms. Baltin giggles.
“What do you mean that you are not to participate! This is the graduation of your life! This is for you and not for me. So little Ms. Baltin, who are you to be in the dreams of your future? Are you to marry some adroit business man who carries you off to the jingle of himself only to fester as his bride and foster his child and be well upon a load of script?” Hermuani giggles.
“I think that your mate of fate lies in some adroit equation of a university of your future. Here is a scholarship to go off to the grand college of Parsonia as a project of our own from this television show that makes far too much script than it should. Go off to college too and foster this union of your heart with your boyfriend of fate!” Ghislaine hands Hermuani a false scholarship document printed out by a friend with computer skills of a layout design artist. Hermuani departs to her chair giggling all the same. Her father stands up suddenly announcing that he has procured a scholarship in Fala’a after all so that Hermuani can join the boyfriend of her heart at college the next year. The entire audience applauds as she throws her arms around the tantric pappy of her heart.
“I the Madame request that the man of her heart arise if he is present in the room. Mr. Jingle are you present?” Another student dressed as the Jingle of Hermuani’s heart jumps on stage. “Oh Mr. Jingle, are you to request a hand in marriage of your future bride Ms. Baltin? Mr. Baltin has procured a scholarship for her to be near you soon. What shall it be?” Mr. Jingle gets down on his knees and sways from one side to another, taking off his stylish hat to show his bald head. Ozzy had shaved his head just for the experience this morning. The real Mr. Jingle is indeed bald but beautiful in her eyes along with many others.
Hermuani just about pees in her pants laughing too hard. “Hermuani, oh Hermuani, where have you been? What shall I do without you or with you now that you join me at school? Will you marry me my Hermuani of my heart?” Ozzy sways to and fro and suddenly falls on his side. The hat rolls of the stage. I look down and act very alarmed. “Is he acting or has he passed out? Hermuani gets on stage quick and kiss him please honey!!!”
A laughing Hermuani comes up on stage and kisses Ozzy’s bald head. He suddenly pops up and picks her up and carries her off the stage in his arms. Hermuani and Ozzy have been good friends for many years. The two disappear and the audience has a good chuckle at the performance of themselves too. I say loudly “The Ozzy is the Jingles of Hermuani’s little brazier of herself and himself and the trio shall be friends forever in their hearts!”
Hermuani and Jingles do marry about a year into their university studies. I never see them again. They catch the wave of a dream to foster a united stance about saving whales. Whales are dying due to many humanmade substances released unto the sea. They receive much attention and a life of fame not unlike the fame I foster as a tantric master ahead. Our paths do not cross although I admire them from the media airwaves of themselves. Their fame occurs earlier in my life as I am raising my twin daughters with my twin wife.
I wave my hand with a little hanky to state that we are complete with the interview just as the real Madame would do upon her own show. The hanky is always of a white shimmery fabric of pristine ordering of herself to say “Enough of you, I am through and don’t return to the stage please and if you do I will chase you off with my body guard!” There have been those who were so angry at the Madame’s interview that they threatened her over time. In the past year, she has hired a body guard as a result of those failing to honor the wave of her hanky.
The Non-Harm of Me
I incantate a dream
That I will never be threatened
In my lifetime
Or in my humor
Or in my wit
“I call little Miss Camry to the stage.” Everyone laughs as Camry is male but has the aplomb of an emerging transvestite. Tonight he is adorned as the most beautiful goddess of himself in white parchment and silk shirt and pants that glisten in the stage light. “I award you the panties of the year Miss Camry!” I pull out a pair adroit red satin boxer shorts that had been procured for me at a nearby lingerie shop that the Delfinor’i of my heart from the tantric sway club had script with.
“Now none of us will be complete with this gift if you do not put these on and model them for ourselves in the sway of the bosom you! So off to the changing room for you with my assistant! The dragon queen of our lives awaits us just beyond the boudoir door of the changing room of ourselves.” Ghislaine returns to the stage taking Camry by the hand and into the changing room where a matching red satin robe hangs that my mother borrowed from a tantric sway friend.
The pair re‐emerge with Camry wrapped in the red satin robe augmenting a gorgeous blush upon his lavishly made-up face. He opens the robe revealing the shiny red satin boxers underneath all to a massive applause of the audience. Known transvestite music from the Madame’s show begins to play while Camry tangos across the stage in a swanky maneuver all of his own. I play with him too fostering a ball room dip in which I hold his foot up high in the air; and then tango with him off the stage. The audience applauds again and laughs too.
Camry returns and we tango with him now in the lead. Suddenly he attempts to dip me and drops me on the floor not so gently. I thump and pretend to pass out. Ghislaine rushes upon the stage. “What have you done? You have offended the grand Madame? Where is the body guard?” Another student Balen posing as a cop hops on stage and arrests Camry upon the spot holding his hands behind his back.
I awaken and get up and wave my scarf. I wave the scarf at the cop. “What are you doing destroying my show! Get off the stage! Away with you!” Balen laughs heartily and climbs off the stage. Camry and I tango again with him in the lead and he swoons to the bustier of my cleavage. “What is this?” He toys. Camry reaches into my brazier and pops out one falsie. “Are these real or are these an illusion of the Madame of herself in the gargantuan stance of the biggest boobs in town?”
He throws the falsie like a ball up and down catching it with one hand. My mother hops on stage at this point and grabs the falsie from Camry. She says “This is really unkind. It took me all day to fix his bosom to look just right and now you mess it all up!” My mother throws the falsie at his head. Camry ducks and chooses to hop off stage and disappears to the back of the room. The audience is in hysterics. I am laughing so hard I am crying. My mother is too. We adventure off stage to fix my falsies for the next interview. I wave my scarf at the audience claiming that it is time to take a break!
Camry fosters a gay union of extreme proportions of wealth from a poor tantric upbringing. His partner swoons and spoils him in many ways carrying him off to unique tundras and experiences far too expensive for most to ever comprehend in the delights of themselves. The drugs, money, sexual and tantric gay encounters all take a toll of Camry. Later as I emerge as a tantric genius, Camry finds me again. He is an overweight middle age drug addict that can hardly recall his room number in the hotel of my workshop venue. I am deeply saddened by this. I strive to aid Camry in healing.
Many in Atlantean society are addicted to many drugs. Some drugs foster health and others not. I too enjoy many drugs. The drugs cause a high and I fly with spirit sometimes in the alcohol and drug mix. Later I learn to fly high without either. The high from spirit is purer and more gracious in many ways. I bless each upon their path. There are many causes for the use of drugs to fly. Light can be very harsh and depressing in my cycle. Most using drugs are seeking to motion out of depression and do not know how to naturally or with the current medicinals of a very gifted civilization of physical understanding. Perhaps the mind cannot be understood by science and this is what I postulate many times in my written essays.
The Mother of My Heart
I will always adore
The mother of my heart
Who is willing to appease
My flavor of self
Into the boudoir of myself
Upon the stage
Of my life
In laughter and sincerity
Of deep care . . .
I will always adore my mother for her willingness to play with me and my life even though later I never do see her again due to her own choice and in fear of my emerging fame. As she disappears, I miss her greatly for her wit and capacity to augment the stage play design of myself. The fame really bothers her as people corner her on the streets or on camera knowing that she is related unto me. Sadly, she disappears after a time to a very remote region where she can be unbothered and ceases to communicate with me to remain private. I do forgive her but miss the humor and playfulness of my mother after she departs my life. I am enamored with my fame but also heartbroken many times by what it does cause to those I care about most deeply in my life; some cannot handle it and depart.
I do witness my mother again only once before she passes and in the euthanasia systems that she has entered. I weep at the beauty of her then and always in the deep care of my heart. I will always love my mother forever for her beauty and grace and humor that fostered me in my youth and adult years until the fame overtook me causing her to depart. I forgive her in the deep understanding that my path is not hers and each must walk the path that is for themselves always and forever in order to be true unto you and me and each.
I bless my mother in the end that she was true unto herself this lifetime. As I sway with her one last time and before she exits her life, I fly to a mansion of herself. The experience is reminiscent of my tantric journey with Delfinor’i. I write not about this now but will in a later chapter. Spirit is infinite and forever, and beyond all the illusion and delusion, there is only love. We love and care for one another deeply regardless of the play of our lives in its light and darkness and every other hue of white to grey to black that can occur through time in the dreams of our lives.
The Godchild of My Heart
The little one
Entering the world
Becomes the first godchild of myself
A little dreamer
And his parents are
Lifelong friends
Of deep care of the heart
Through thick and thin
Of all my foibles of fame
Throughout time
“Next I call Ms. Windsong and Mr. Swanson for the interview of their lives!” Krystal and Larken turn bright red in the face but do climb up the stairs unto the stage. They are dressed each in a tuxedo, hers is white and covers her protruding belly with a black shirt and pants; and his is black with white shirt and pants. Each have a matching hat. The dynamic duo really does look mesmerizing together I claim. Music begins to play in the background and is a traditional marital theme that the Madame often also performs for those who are choosing to wed.
The pair laugh heartily as I have them dance across the stage together unto the Madame’s marital theme music, with Krystal’s belly motioning side to side in a sort of swanky sway of the two. I swing and sway with the pair too in a rapturous moment not unlike the fostering of the three that the Madame sometimes displays with a pair in her care and following her interview of the two in a marital happenstance of fate. I choose not to interview them as the dance of their union is already known. I suddenly dip Krystal over my leg as an astute ballroom dancer of myself. She laughs and plays with me as we dance around the stage. I go on to dip her fiancé over my other leg and he really laughs almost too hard.
“You are the pair for me always in the boudoir of myself!” I exclaim. “Be well in the sleigh bells of yourselves always in the grace of a beautiful child about to enter this world to grace us all!” The two dance off the stage and down the stairs in exquisite beauty due to the blessings of Shaktar flowing through as the entire audience applauds. Later the couple announces something sacred and special at their marriage ceremony that I also am invited to attend. They invite me to become a lifelong friend and godfather to their newborn child.
I hold their little boy in my arms and accept their gracious offer that touches my heart deeply in that moment. The wedding occurs twenty days following graduation in a sunlit ceremony of deep care of the family. The child is only nine days old. I think Krystal delayed her birth just to be present at her own graduation. I feel blessed to witness their union evolve through time. Krystal and Larken grow to become one of the most gracious tantric partnerships of divine relationship I ever witness ahead. They aplomb at so many sways and reposes and yoga positions that they foster groups of their own under my own jurisdiction of aplombed masters of partnership.
Monadic Soul Family
The soul family
Is always there for you
In deep care of the heart
Through the strife
Of the trials and tribulations
Of partnership in its unfolding
In the tantric sway of the beloved
And outside of the swing of love
And into depression and despondency
Through it all
The monadic soul family cares
Allowing for a recovery
Back into a life that flows again
Krystal and Larken will care for me through my twin marriage and child rearing and life as a tantric light wave dancer and teacher of a troupe of my own. They will witness my sudden rise to fame and popularity as a gift author of the journey of tantra that later leads to a popular television show similar to the Madame herself that I portray at my own graduation. They will witness my downfall due to a sick union that triggers me to age rapidly and nearly commit suicide. They are there for me in so many levels that I cannot really understand the nature of the sincere care of the soul family any better than what the two represent unto my life through time.
I will witness Krystal foster another union that nearly destroys Larken with drug and alcohol abuse to appease the pain in his heart; only to witness the two come back to a life together and foster even larger cascades of care and aplomb of the heart accolade in a mastery level larger than ever before. I will always adore my monadic family and thank them from the bottom of my heart for witnessing my life too.
Little Lilu’a
The larger the femme
The more bountiful
The bosom
The bigger the hind side
And the softer the sway
In the tantric swings
Of our lives
I love the larger femme
Always and forever
In this heart of mine . . .
“Next I call Ms. Lilu’a Young upon the stage”. There she is little Lilu’a in herself, a whopping and whirling mega femme all of her own with the big bosom of my heart high on the pedestal of an adroit bustier decorated with many trinkets pinned here and there. Not so little Lilu’a climbs the stairs and I reach for her hands and in my recent ballet training, whip her up in the air and cause her to land graciously upon her new black suede shoes. The shoes appear to be a very expensive procurement on the part of her wealthy pappy, an adroit businessman of Fala’a who owns four sway clubs, one of which I now work for.
I inspect her décolleté unpinning each mesmerizing sparkly trinkets that she has attached unto her bustier and displace them somewhere else. I re‐pin a few of her charms on the bottom of her satin skirt, a few into her big hair, and one upon her amazing suede shoes of an obvious expense to the max in script just for her divine date of a graduation.
I take her fingers in my hands kissing her palms and get down upon my knees and propose for her hand in marriage. I know it is all in jest as she is in love with some man she has met somewhere else in the homestead of her travels. “You are the one for me, the bosom of my fate, the bigger the better and the moistest in the fringe of myself! Will you marry me my beloved Lilu’a, the Ms. Young of my life? Of course not, but it sure does feel good to sway and swing with you always and from my heart unto yours I will love you always! If he does not work out, come home to me Lilu’a!” She giggles and laughs and finds her way off the stage carefully but in the merriment of herself and her new beau that she is to sway with a short time following graduation in the vacation of her lifetime gifted by her beautiful parents who also earn enough to afford those black suede shoes.
Lilu’a does not foster marriage for most of her life. She flows from one lover to another and none appear to desire to partner with her. Lilu’a finds me again as my emerging life as a tantric teacher unfolds. She ponders if I will marry her as I once promised upon the graduation stage of my life and hers too. I sway with her many times and take her into tantric healing with myself transfiguring her into the beauty of who she really is within.
I am far from interested in another wife having departed my twin for a new life after raising my two daughters until age sixteen as required by Atlantean law. I feel the call to be free within. Our lives segue in opposites as I long to be free and she desires to build a nest of marriage for herself. I set her up with a twin that is as large as herself in size known as Zayn. The two date for a time and later marry at one of my events. They are well together only for a time and I am pleased for her to finally find the mate of her heart and the beloved of her life.
All The Little Ballerinas
All the ballerinas
Are small next to myself
Even the most grand of them all
Lifts graciously into the air
Flying through the sky of herself
Landing sometimes with a thump
Upon the floor
“I now call the enchanting Pallavi upon the stage.” Pallavi is a very slight and tiny fairy goddess ballerina of herself. Tonight Pallavi is dressed as a prima‐donna ballerina as she is going to perform upon the stage with her gifted dance team as a blessing to her graduating class ahead. I whisk her into the air as an adept male ballet performer having learned how to from another ballet team this year who required someone big and strong to pick up larger performers that other men upon the stage could falter over. Pallavi is amazed and goes into a pirouette unexpectedly that is most gracious to witness. The entire audience claps seemingly endlessly at the unexpected grace we present upon the stage.
Beautiful music arises out of the loud speakers from a ballet that we both performed within. I lift her in sixteen moves that I learned and Pallavi responds out of pure joy. Pallavi loves the dance and loves being on stage perhaps more than being in life. I am mesmerized in this moment at the dreaming with Spirit and Shaktar that aligns everything to be beautiful to experience for myself and the audience alike upon the graduation stage of my life. We dance for a good twenty minutes and as the music concludes foster an amazing and gracious ending with deep bows unto the clapping audience.
Pallavi graciously descends off stage and back into her chair that resides next to the tantric leader of Fala’a, Porfirio’o. She is an adopted niece of sorts and I am inspired that he is present to witness my performance for whatever it may foster in my life next. Later and following graduation, Pallavi’s dance crew proposes that I perform in three ballets with her in the autumn. The troupe requires a larger status male for the lift of the performing feminine. The rehearsals are long and joyous and consume my summer to follow my graduation but do foster three amazing ballets in the autumn that Porfirio’o also attends. I enjoy my life upon stage in the experience as the drama king of myself.
After I depart Fala’a, I never see Pallavi again. She does not foster a life of fame in ballet as she hopes. She does foster a life as a ballet teacher however who sincerely enjoys working with young and delicate females not unlike herself. One of her students does rise to fame however. I am overcome with tears when I witness tiny Winslet perform only to discover from the details about the ballet troupe that she had trained extensively with Pallavi in Fala’a and for most of her youth and teenage years.
The Infomercials of Our Lives
The advertising teams
Of the media wiz bangs
Never seem to amuse me more
Than those surrounding
The Madame’s shows
For causing a desire for something
Unaffordable by most
But craved by all
I conclude my performance as the Madame of All with a commercial. Commercials follow her show to entice many to purchase things that most cannot afford in script. I know she receives much script in trade for all the commercials that are fostered. I mimic one commercial for a very expensive but really un‐useful object that really does nothing other than perfume the atmosphere and armpits for a load of script that would be just as useful with a good perfume and spritzer.
“I wish to tell each about this really unique atmospheric boudoir scent system that fosters the tantra of your day and night due to the unusual scents released in the air of yourselves; your partner will be thrilled; the room will smell divine; the god and goddess of you will emerge in the beauty of the scents of the “Zoodraa device”. This is meant for the sincere person of the tantric boudoir of themselves. Yes, it is costly but the enhancement of your extreme rush of ecstatic reunion is bound to offset a large loss of script through time.”
I then go on to pull up my arm and sniff three times. “Oh dear does this device take care of my personal odors?” I sniff again and say “Why no”. “How much did this cost???”. The audience chuckles some but I know I am only having fun. The music swoons and sways in a drippy sort of Middle Eastern instrument as I foster an exotic finale of a dance of the Madame of myself as I exit the stage just as if I were upon her television show. The audience of my graduation applauds with a standing ovation. I feel divine in the graduation stage of the Madame of myself!
The Real Madame
Of all the inconceivable
Possibilities in life
I would never imagine
The real Madame
Witnesses the Madame
Of myself perform
Herself not
The little video of my performance circulates throughout Fala’a. Soon other Maturity schools invite me to perform as the Madame of myself for their graduation too. I am awarded a small amount of script in exchange and generally by one of the wealthier students of each clan that invites me to participate. The script fosters some added income for my emerging graduation wardrobe.
The performances are also videoed increasing my popularity until I am invited to foster the experience with the real Madame present at a graduation of her own adopted niece and without my knowing. I foster each show in the flavor of my own graduation and in great humor and wit that continues to award me attention in the local community. There are always a few of each class willing to share of the personal gossip of those graduating to trigger a humorous exchange upon the stage of myself as the Madame of me.
Soon the niece of the real Madame is on stage with me as the little Miss Sunhara of herself. I do not know that this is so and yet little Sunhara had invited me and paid me some script to perform. I think she really wished to entertain her auntie who is the legitimate Madame. Little Miss Sunhara is a mesmerizingly tiny female with a large bosom but slim waist rising no taller than my nipples. She is dressed in a designer bustier and tiny skirt that is gorgeous to gaze upon and especially at her bountiful cleavage. Her long blond hair is braided above her head adding to her height. Her beautiful turquoise eyes are large and wonderful to gaze into. Little do I know that she is the twin of my heart.
“I call Miss Aryah Sunhara to the stage! What a name you have miss Sunhara!” Sunhara‐Sunhara‐Sunhara‐Sunhara‐Sunhara‐Sunhara I sing and bump and grind my hips as I play my ukulele. Sunhara‐Sunhara‐Sunhara‐Sunhara‐Sunhara‐Sunhara I sing again as I shimmy my falsies just as the Madame often does in an erotic moment of herself on her show. Little miss Sunhara shimmies back. I shimmy again and she shimmies back. I shimmy one more time and one of my falsies pops out hitting her flat in the forehead. She falls to the floor and passes out. In a pun of myself I say “Oh little miss Sunhara what have my tits done to you?” The audience laughs. Little Ms. Sunhara does not wake up or open her eyes. I am stunned. It is an “oh shit” moment!
I drop my ukulele and sari on the floor baring myself down to my bike shorts and bustier and pounce upon her with fourteen known yoga positions to revive her. She awakens in my arms and we French kiss. “I am glad you are coming too” I mesmerizingly say as I gaze into her beautiful turquoise eyes. We smooch and kiss and the audience applauds thinking it is all a part of the performance. We do not get up and continue to smooch and kiss.
My black bike shorts with the words “I Love Myself” printed upon my bottom foster another chuckle as someone else points it out. As I finally turn over to stand up, I am faced with the blazing angry eyes of the real Madame on stage with me and little Ms. Sunhara. “What are you doing kissing my niece?” She not so graciously exclaims. I turn beet red and little Ms. Sunhara places her arms around my waist and fosters a most delightful stance about her experience. She smiles and her eyes twinkle and she says, “Oh auntie, I may have shimmied with the man of my dreams only to awaken in his arms!” Surprisingly unto me, the Madame softens and smiles and takes Aryah by her hand guiding her off stage claiming “perhaps you are right dearie”.
I am unclear in this moment how to proceed. I wonder off stage with Ghislaine who is posing as the Madam’s assistant and she helps me put myself back together again. The falsie finds its place and the orange sari is wrapped around me again and suddenly I am calm as Shaktar enters my field. In all the buffoon knowing of myself and in calling Shaktar in, I know that the show must go on.
I complete the performance with a standing ovation of the audience in the end but not including the Madame or little Ms. Sunhara. The two appear to be in a conference all of their own at the back of the room. I depart the experience however wondering what I just caused. I go home to explain my circumstance to my mother who has the biggest laugh she has possibly ever had in her entire life over my own predicament. I know that it is funny but I feel rather meek within about the whole experience. I am unclear after this that I can foster my finale of a performance at the last graduation of one other Maturity school the weekend to follow.
In the end I do not cancel my performance under the wise guidance of my mother. I did nothing wrong really but we better stitch the falsies into the brazier to avoid another catastrophe like this one as I shimmy! My last performance is also filmed and perhaps is my most brilliant performance of the Madame yet. I know that the film will probably wind up witnessed by Ms. Sunhara and her auntie the Madame in herself. I give them my very best of myself as a result.
Later I do hear from Aryah who compliments me after viewing the video and invites me to a party all of her own. The Madame will not be present, she promises. Ms. Sunhara also tells me that the Madame has assessed me as a sincere twin of her heart. This bothers me but Shaktar does confirm the truth of the lineages between us in my meditation later that night. I ponder this with Shaktar.
Shaktar tells me that the dreams could go in many directions at this point between Ms. Sunhara and myself. But fate may intervene causing us in an intimate encounter and maybe something more if I am unclear about what I truly wish with a twin of the heart ahead. I have reposed for a long time the desire for my twin to show and arise to the occasion of a deep romance of the heart forever in the self of myself. My persistence upon this type of incantation has brought a twin unto me and the journey has yet to unfold; but to be aware, be astute and intend and incantate what is best for myself and my future life unfolding always.
I arrange many incantations of this nature following Shaktar’s unique lecture about twin motions. Twins are like cadences all of their own that flux in beautiful music and prose that cascade upon the pair in mesmerizing nuances of deep care and love of the heart in life’s dreams. Twins are the most glorious types of union for spirit to foster and witness and participate within. Twins are the love of the planet in human form. Twins are also an oscillation of divine realization of the two if the pair foster a spiritual focus together.
Many desire twin unions of this nature and sometimes run from them too as they are so mesmerizingly frightening to bring to fruition due to a potential dejection that can break the heart. The fear is really only a part of the self of each that is attracted to the twin but is unsure if he or she will embrace one unconditionally. Twin dejection is very painful and sometimes leads to the death of one or both. I listen and ponder what will unfold with little Ms. Sunhara ahead.
The Party of My Twin
It is a party
For my twin Ms. Sunhara
And seventeen of her beautiful friends
With a mesmerizing focus
Upon each
In their bustier of life
As emerging goddesses
Seeking a divine partner
For themselves
Amongst the guests
Litle Ms. Sunhara begins a performance all of her own in front of seventeen men who apparently have been called to be present for herself and her friends. She stands tall on big designer shoes. Her auntie sits in the far corner of the stage anchoring space for her to share of her truth. Ms. Sunhara is decked out in turquoise and white fur and feathers. She drips of sweetness. I am mesmerized by what she shares about her desire to focus upon a degree in psychology first and foremost and understand the self of herself and each in aplomb with Shaktar.
All the men clap as she is complete and the next graduating femme of her heart and in an expanded community associated with the Madame takes the mic and stands tall in themselves next. Each share something beautiful about where they wish to head next. Each are decked out in the delight of the Madame who has transfigured them in herself to be beautiful and luscious on stage. Some are already engaged. Some are seeking a same sex partner and are honorable about their life choice to be gay. Some have a large desire to have children. Some are already enrolled at a university due to the Madam’s scholarship program. She has also granted Ms. Sunhara a scholarship to attend a very elite university in another region far away from Fala’a. I ponder if I will see her again following her party. Shaktar says intend and incantate what I wish.
Following all the presentations I find myself comingling with many of the young femmes of the Madam’s heart. I find three very beautiful. Each are already betrothed. I hope to sway with Aryah at some point in the eve. The moment never does arise between us as she is so enticing to so many other men present. I notice one famous attorney known for his legal work in Fala’a courting her. I choose to motion my attention in another direction.
Soon one of her classmates Tamsin is swaying to the beautiful acoustic music that is performed live for Aryah’s celebration. We sway and motion as two professional dancers all of our own. I enjoy Tamsin in the moment but discover later on she is already betrothed to another too. Our dance does catch the attention of the Madame who stops Ms. Sunhara of her conversation to watch. Ms. Sunhara sways over to replace Tamsin in my arms. I have adorned myself in a new suede top of pale lavender and adorned my hair with matching feathers and also fostered pale lavender socks. The shirt was in a thrift shop never worn probably due to its size.
We graciously motion across the floor to a very melodious and sacred song of twins that the Madame fosters the music troupe to play. We appear to sway well together and the audience claps heartily to follow. I hope to see Ms. Sunhara soon but she is adventuring with the Madame on a holiday and will not return until the autumn. I am disappointed some but she does call me once per week until she returns to Fala’a. We often speak into the night in the hush of ourselves as the romance begins to sizzle between us.
The Fear of Ms. Sunhara
I find myself in fear
Of my twin
In the bosom of her Auntie
The one and only Madame
Who sends chills down my spine
In the power of her fame
Until I overcome
The fear of fame
My life carries on through the autumn with my focus upon the ballets to be performed. Ms. Sunhara does attend all three ballets and also the parties to follow. She sways to the drumbeat of myself in each party mesmerizingly entering my circle and fostering a tantric moment of eye gazing followed by a kiss upon my lips. She will not join me in the tantric lounge at this time. After the ballets conclude, I do not choose pursue her as I am afraid of her, I think. Somehow the ballet has given me focus enough that I felt okay with Ms. Sunhara on the telephone and then at the parties following each performance that she chose to make a special trip to Fala’a to attend that the Madame paid for.
Now she has returned to Fala’a more permanently renting a graceful apartment and I am trepid in myself feeling cornered somehow. I pontificate this with Shaktar in each meditation for a month. I am afraid of my twin, Shaktar explains to me. I am afraid of her Auntie the Madame possibly more than her. I am afraid of a life in association with the Madame in close proximity. I wonder within why I am so afraid. Later and as I introspect, I come to understand that it is the power of fame that I am afraid of. I am told that I am to be famous one day ahead.
I choose to get over my fear of fame and the power of the Madame and pursue Ms. Sunhara for a date or two or three and possibly marriage too as the twin of my heart. Ms. Sunhara declines all dates and I am relieved somehow within. Shaktar speaks to her fear too. One twin will recover of their fear and the other will go into fear until each overcomes whatever is triggering each to choose not to sway together. It is all in the sway. As each sways, they are at ease with one another. Two who fail to sway in the light of themselves are uncomfortable. Sway with her anyway, Shaktar advises. I choose to sway with Aryah in dreaming of her life at first. Soon she too melts in my arms in the vision of myself and herself in a tantric café bar swing.
Soon thereafter, she calls me from some railway station somewhere with her aunt in their adventures together. I just let her know I care and to be well and safe in her beautiful journeys with the Madame. In retrospect I am also jealous of Aryah’s freedom with the Madame’s good fortune. I also choose to envision to be with them on voyages too and married to my twin. In my vision, the Auntie always invades and breaks us up. I choose to process through why this is so in my heart. The Madame is also her twin. Soon two twin children arrive and back the Auntie out the back door of herself so that she can no longer interfere with my dreams for Aryah’s hand in marriage.
My Twin and the Madame
My twin is there
In the drumbeat of myself
With her amazing turquoise gaze
Behind which
Is the power of the Madame of All
Fostering something for her
That she desires
Within and in life
For herself
And maybe myself
In an act of fate
Of a mesmerizing lore fable
Of the fox and the hare . . .
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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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.
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Source
Asur’Ana. Light Wave 8: We Dream of Atlantis. Aligning With Earth, 2023. Digital.