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Once in a Blue Agave Moon: A Convergence of Many Things, Part VII, Chapter 24

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Polyamory, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on February 18, 2018 by dreamlanddancing

 

This evening was turning into an increasingly surreal scene. Six adults, all of them nude, with the most provocative histories becoming increasingly intoxicated by way of ethanol and cannabis.

It was a strange mixture of curiosity, friendship, apprehension, attraction, reservations, desires, and nostalgia (from a Greek term meaning “the pain of remembering”).

There was a distinctly playful caution about the evening.

“At the risk of being a buzz-kill, I would like to make a suggestion.” Jed’s words got everyone’s attention to the point where they all looked as if suddenly frozen, like a snapshot, if only for a few seconds. “It has been a long ride to get here, and thanks to your gracious hospitality, we are now clean, exquisitely well-fed, and quite twisted by virtue of not only your now-famous Blue Agave Moon, but also the Dragon Drops, resulting in what is now truly the Perfect Margarita.”

“I’ll drink to that!” quipped Amy, who then promptly passed out.

“Well, I’d say that may have made my next point more concisely and eloquently that I could have hoped” Jed acknowledged.

“But as much as I might wish this night would never end, I have a feeling we will all benefit from a good night’s rest. I don’t think that I would be assuming too much to at least hope that we are all interested in pursuing our new alliance to the next level, so to speak…” Jed paused for just long enough for Chiana to blurt out “And I’ll drink t that!” suddenly realizing she may have sounded a bit too over-anxious, causing her to blush once again, although Elliott smiled, winked knowingly and blew her a kiss.

Experience had taught Elliott that whenever Chiana was given the opportunity to explore her desires, what he got back in return far exceeded his wildest expectations, and considering the odds already being in his favor, he already knew she needed all the encouragement she could get.

But he would have been less than perfectly honest not to admit he did feel a slight twinge at the prospect of facing whatever insecurity he had about the prospect of the already inevitable likelihood of his wife fucking his best friend.

Elliott took a deep breath and savored this poignantly exhilarating emotion he was feeling. It always reminded him of just how dearly he loved Chiana,  and how grateful he was to know her so completely.

“So to continue, I would like to propose that whatever our intentions, we are to let them simmer just long enough to allow us to rest for the remainder of the evening…” as Jed spoke, he was sure to make eye contact with everyone else before turning his gaze to Chiana.

“And I will second that” Elliott volunteered. “I’m not suggesting that we shouldn’t continue to enjoy each other’s company, but as you all know, I have always been an advocate of Tantra, and considering how long it’s been for some of us, one more night will  only help enhance the inevitable.”

“Besides, tomorrow is Samhain, a Blue Moon, and a Blood Moon. This is an extremely rare occasion, and very powerful Mojo…Rebecca can back me up on this…as far as Wicca is concerned, it doesn’t get much better than that. As impatient as I sometimes get with Elliott about Tantric enhancing these experiences, he’s right as rain” Chiana turned to Rebel, who was trying to gently wake Amy, as she nodded in agreement.

“So speakin’ of which, where should we head to sleep this one off?” Rebel was probably as drunk as Amy, and Leigh-Ann was already attempting to assist both of them.

“Follow me” Chiana almost purred as she spoke. “Anyone who wants a separate bedroom is welcome to help themselves to the one next to ours, but there is more than enough room for everyone in our bed. We can tease and play for as long as we want ’til we all pass out, but I have a feeling that won’t be too long…” with that, Chiana turned to lead them next door to their lodging; she was almost embarrassed by how provocatively she swayed her hips as she lead the way. She hoped Jed was paying attention.

He was.

 

 

 

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

02/17/2018

When All Else Fails… (Listen to the voice)

Posted in Crazy Zen Wisdom, Much Too Good For Children, Observations of a Recovering Buddhist on February 17, 2018 by dreamlanddancing

 

I have practiced Zen Buddhism and meditation for over thirty years, but to this day I am quite quick to point out that I am still not a very good Buddhist.

When I was much younger, I used to hear the phrase “practice makes perfect,” but it wasn’t until much later that the more correct concept “perfect practice makes perfect” really sunk in.

My guiding principles have been Compassion, Gratitude, Loving-Kindness, and acceptance of my temporary conditions.

It has not been an easy journey.

Most of the best realizations have come as a result of unhappy circumstances and situations that forced me to reassess the paradigms that got me into those conditions, which is not really that surprising considering the fact that when we are comfortable, we have a tendency to become complacent and lazy.

The last two years have been particularly productive, due to an almost unending series of calamities, mostly involving illness, hospitalizations, and medical misadventures.

Enough of that; it’s not really my point, but rather a lead-in to set up the following paradigm shift.

No matter how diligently we try, if we are unconsciously clinging to something that is blocking our process of spiritual evolution, little progress can be made beyond a certain point.

Harsh circumstances tend to seemingly justify bitterness, self-pity, and negativity, and I was carrying more emotional baggage on that front than I had ever realized.

In retrospect, childhood abuse and trauma may have triggered the emotional predispositions toward depersonalization syndrome, low self-esteem, and my need to seek opportunities for heroism, leading to an eventual backlog of PTSD that has taken me years to only partially overcome.

But as the old saw goes, I couldn’t see the forest for the trees.

And negativity can completely obfuscate and mislead everything, everywhere you look.

Last week, I went to the grocery store to pick up a few items for dinner, including two of the thickest, most beautiful steaks I had ever seen.

I was almost completely preoccupied with the seemingly endless arguments that eventually ensue within my own mind, and did not realize until I was pulling into my own driveway that I must have either left the items in the grocery cart beside my vehicle, or in the checkout lane before I had even left the store.

Now, completely consumed with self-depreciating rage, I raced back to the store, only a mile away, certain that the items would be long gone before I returned.

(I live near what can only be described as a marginal neighborhood at best, and although I had almost no hope of any pleasant outcome, certain that I would be the subject of ridicule from my spouse, since we still needed something to eat, I had to return anyway.)

As I turned into the parking lot, I thought to myself “What the fuck would it take for the Universe to give me a break for once?”

OKOKOK…(I sometimes hear a voice inside my head; that voice has literally saved my life on a number of occasions, so I would be remiss not to credit the source.)

What I heard was this: “Well, what would it take for you to give the Universe a break for once?”

As I was in no mood for enlightenment at that point, I thought “Probably more than I am likely to get any time soon” (or something to that effect).

All the spaces near where I had parked were now occupied, but I stopped to ask a teenage employee who was gathering up the carts left in the lot if she had seen the now seemingly lost items.

She said no, but suggested I go to the front of the store where the other carts are kept.

I noticed a woman leaving the area with three very rowdy, ungovernable young children in a cart going toward the store, and of course immediately suspected her, but since I could not see the other contents of the cart I found myself thinking (only slightly sympathetically) that with a brood like that, she would be better off robbing banks than purloining my steaks.

I decided it would be less than either useless or wise to ask her.

Now in a complete panic of self-pity, I parked in the blue-lined area next to an already occupied handicapped space, left the motor running and ran to the front of the store.

As I ran up, before I could even ask, another teenaged employee who was lining up the carts suddenly turned to me and  said “I’ll bet you’re looking for these” and handed me my groceries.

For the briefest of moments, she basked in the refection of my flabbergasted glow of appreciation, then quickly and cheerfully returned to her work.

Even she seemed to know that she was neither the star nor the recipient of the intended point of this lesson; even the steaks were no longer the center of my attention, (and after all, no matter how perfectly I prepared them, eventually all my best work would be turned to shit).

“All is impermanence.”

But I also got my answer.

The Universe is a two-way street.

 

 

 

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

02/17/2018

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