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Once in a Blue Agave Moon: chapter 44

Posted in Uncategorized on May 20, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

 

 

The Night of the Day of Reckoning

 

 

Chiana and Jedidiah continued to hold and caress each other as they sat on the cool, wet floor of the shower. A single candle illuminated the bathroom.

Chiana finally broke the silence. “Let’s get dried off so we can move this party to more comfortable quarters. Do you want anything to drink?

“How about some of Elliott’s signature tequila?” Jed asked.

“The Blue Agave Moon?…with or without the THC? she asked.

“With, please. You know the truth is that I like the flavor a little better because of the terpenoids. It gives it a more complex flavor and aroma.”

“I don’t usually drink at all, but I think I’ll try one with you. Shooter? Margarita? Mojito? Tequila Sunrise, or even a Tequila Bloody Mary? Name you poison.” Chiana moved very close to Jed’s face and she lightly dragged her fingernails across his chest until she finally rolled his nipples between her thumb and index fingers.

“How about a couple shooters, so we don’t get distracted for too long?” Jed began to grin as he took in a long, deep breath.

Clearly, he was starting to really relax without an audience.

“I normally never drink straight whiskey, but maybe now is a good time to try other new things.” Clearly, she was enjoying the chance to flirt seductively and openly without any guilt or awkwardness.

“Maybe you should try a chaser, like either water or juice, so that you don’t get sick…just a suggestion.” Jed was now matching her playfully aggressive demeanor as he  stroked her outer thighs with both hands before resting them on her hips.

“Probably a good suggestion…I guess it all depends on what you mean by sick,” she chuckled.

Their playful banter and posturings resembled watching bird courtship.

As they walked toward the kitchen/dining area, Jed began to speak. As Chiana poured the drinks, Jed stood behind her and stroked her shoulders and back, pulling her hair back and spreading it over her shoulders before finally cupping her breasts from behind.

“I get the feeling that you have been feeling what I have ever since we met, but I didn’t want to disrespect you, or Elliott, or your marriage.”

“I know, and ‘Doc’ and I appreciate that; otherwise it wouldn’t be possible to explore this discovery, but don’t attach too much reverence for the whole thing…it is what it is.”

“We both need some breathing room, and if you hadn’t been here, I don’t think I could have been so understanding about three of his ex-lovers showing up on our doorstep, but right now, for the moment, I’m not even curious, because right here, right now I don’t want any distractions from our mutual exploration.” A hint of sadness infused her words, before she suddenly spun around with two shot glasses in her hands.

“Here’s to fearlessness, or at least Courage…” as Chiana raised her glass, Jed encircled her upraised arm before bringing the glass to his lips, never taking his eyes from Chiana’s as she mimicked his gesture.

Lick, drink and bite…the ritual of Tequila. A moment frozen in time as they exchanged a very long, lingering gaze into each other’s eyes, as Chiana abruptly dropped her glass and grabbed his face to kiss him deeply and slowly as she felt his cock stiffen and rise to rub against her belly.

“There’s no need to hold back…no need to be shy…I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do, or at least try with you. I mean I might even learn something new, or learn to like it.” Chiana was breathing hard and clearly every bit as excited as Jed.

With that, Jed scooped Chiana up into his arms, but as she started to put her arms around his neck, he suddenly threw her over his shoulder and smartly slapped her ass, grunting like an animal as he carried her toward the bedroom.

OOOOOOO!” she howled as she slapped his ass even harder, still hanging head down, laughing wickedly. “Are you going to fuck me like a caveman?”

“I’m not sure..I never fucked a caveman before” he said.

With that, he dumped her onto the bed before burying his face between her legs. She had shaved hastily the night that the group had arrived, but aside from a few small areas of either stubble or razor burn, it was almost perfectly smooth.

She clearly needed no foreplay at this point, as she was literally dripping wet, but the idea of Jedidiah lapping at her open, wet cunt made her gush even more, as it ran down to her ass onto the bed.

With that, Jed arose to his knees before grabbing Chiana roughly at the hips, lifting her up and impaling her upon his rigid cock so hard it made them both gasp.

“Oh God! Don’t stop! Fuck me as hard as you can…I can take it…I want it bad…split me in half for all I care. Pound me like a drunken whore…Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!

Jed’s cock was about an inch longer than Elliott’s, and he was hitting places she hadn’t felt in years. Tears began to flow down her face, not in pain, but in ecstasy, and she began to hyperventilate, causing her head to swim, even on her back.

He legs were pinned against her chest, and her knees were back by her ears as Jed kept his head between her neck and shoulders, which thankfully, kept him from seeing her tears.

They rutted like animals, like those possessed by demons, for so long that they lost all sense of time or place, envisioning being on an alter on a stage in an auditorium, or maybe even a stadium with an audience cheering them on.

So enthralled with the visions they were having, they did not even look at each other until first Chiana, then Jed began to come, gasping, laughing, crying out, and moaning with each renewed, violent thrust as spasms of pleasure crashed over them in waves, sweating, dripping, laughing and gasping as he finally fell on top of her, before rolling off.

Both of them were delirious with pleasure and a joy on the verge of hysteria enveloped them both before they looked into each other’s eyes again.

Both touched their index fingers to each other’s lips, as if to say “Don’t speak…no need for words…”.

“Boop-oopa-doop!” The moment of silence was shattered by what sounded for all intents like a parrot vocalizing.

Jed looked to the dresser in the bedroom, and recognized the giant Amazon Macaw shifting her weight from one leg to the other, rocking back and forth as she spoke.

“Betty!” Jed exclaimed. “I was wondering how long it would be before we saw you.”

“Well, now you know…Boop-oopa-doop! I saw you first, but you two were distracted at the time. Nice moves, by the way…who’s the new playmate?”

“Betty, allow me the pleasure of introducing Chiana…Elliott’s wife, by the way.”

“The pleasure is all mine…uh, come to think of it, perhaps not, judging from your performances…” Betty chortled.

“Hello, Chiana, nice to watch, I mean, to see you…but by the way…although most people know me as ‘Betty’, in another lifetime, Elliott and Jed used to call me ‘April’.”

 

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

05/20/2020

How To Stay Positive Despite Your Negative Spouse’s Bad Energy

Posted in Uncategorized on May 15, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

Sometimes it seems like this is almost inevitable, but this is very well-stated and to the point.
Certainly worth reflecting upon, if it fits.

Phicklephilly

“Nicola, my husband is chronically complaining and forever in a bad mood. He manages to find something wrong with everything and constantly feels down. I don’t know how to help him or live with him at times! I don’t want him to ruin life for me and my children. What can I do to stay positive in light of his strong negative energy?”

It’s extremely challenging to live with a negative person.

They may have depression or they may be habitually negative. They are so wrapped up in their bad energy that they can’t see how miserable they are making themselves, let alone grasp the toxic effect they have on others.

They may even mock you for your positive attitude or call you naive when you see the good in things and others.

If you’ve already tried talking to them and have only been met with more negativity, this article…

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Another Modest Proposal

Posted in Uncategorized on April 19, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

In accordance with the “Social Distancing” suggestions, perhaps it is time for more of us to adopt the “Namaste” gesture as a no-contact acknowledgement of each other.

I keep hearing that we may have to abandon the practice of handshaking.

I can think of no better time to recognize “The Divine” within each other.

“I bow to the Divine within you” in these ways we share, We are One.

Namaste

Chazz Vincent

04/17/2020

Dream like bondage

Posted in Uncategorized on April 11, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

Two in one day? I rarely ever re-blog anything, unless it speaks to me on a ‘cellular level’ but I feel most indebted to Zen Flash (by way of Khenpo Tsultrim Rinpoche) for sharing this.
In our ability to serve as a conduit for Satsang we are blessed.
Namaste
नमस्ते
Chazz Vincent

Zen Flash

“Self-liberation” is like being bound in iron chains in a dream. If you do not know you are dreaming, your bondage appears to be real, you think it is real, and your experience seems to confirm that it is real. But if you know you are dreaming, you know that the iron chains do not truly exist, and so you are not really bound by them. The bondage does not truly exist. In the dream, nothing needs to come along and set you free – you are free just as you are. The dream experience, even though it appears to be an experience of bondage, is in fact self-liberated.

– Khenpo Tsultrim Rinpoche

With thanks to Just Dharma Quotes

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I am not a Buddhist

Posted in Uncategorized on April 11, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

Lou of Zen Flash has been a frequent source of inspiration and wisdom, and this post is no exception.
When I began writing “Observations of a Recovering Buddhist,” I may have offended a few of my more devout readers, but once again, Zen Flash has managed to eloquently make a point that is usually lost on ‘those who have not had the experience’ and in so doing, illuminate the darkness.
Thank you, Lou
Namasté
नमस्ते
Chazz Vincent

Zen Flash

 

As Buddha said in the Prajnaparamita Sutra, all phenomena are like a dream and an illusion, even enlightenment is like a dream and an illusion. And if there is anything greater or grander than enlightenment, that, too, is like a dream and an illusion. His disciple, the great Nagarjuna, wrote that the Lord Buddha has not stated that after abandoning samsara there exists nirvana. The nonexistence of samsara is nirvana. A knife becomes sharp as the result of two exhaustions — the exhaustion of the whetstone and the exhaustion of the metal. In the same way, enlightenment is the result of the exhaustion of defilements and the exhaustion of the antidote of the defilements. Ultimately one must abandon the path to enlightenment. If you still define yourself as a Buddhist, you are not a buddha yet.

– Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche

from the book “What Makes You Not a…

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Alan Watts: “You Are the Big Bang”

Posted in Uncategorized on June 9, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

I am filled with gratitude that I have been so fortunate as to have become aware of this website and exposed to Lou’s circle of influence that reminds us of our mutual connection within the universe.
If you are reading this and not already following “Zen Flash” do yourself a favor….
Thanks.
Namasté
नमस्ते
Chazz Vincent

Zen Flash

Source: “You Are the Big Bang” – Alan Watts | Creative by Nature

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byChristopher Chase

Sept 5, 2014

“Way out in space, and way out in time… billions of years ago, you were a big bang, but now you’re a complicated human being. And then we cut ourselves off, and don’t feel that we’re still the big bang. But you are.” ~Alan Watts

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“It’s like you took a bottle of ink and you threw it at a wall. Smash! And all that ink spread. And in the middle, it’s dense, isn’t it? And as it gets out on the edge, the little droplets get finer and finer and make more complicated patterns, see?

So in the same way, there was a big bang at the beginning of things and it spread. And you and I, sitting here in this room, as complicated human beings, are way, way out on…

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Constructed Typefaces as Art (test)

Posted in Uncategorized on May 29, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

I am always gladdened whenever I discover that someone for whatever reason stumbles upon something I wrote three or four years ago, and yesterday was no exception.

During that time, I had stumbled upon  a “trick” so as to be able to post a title with grossly oversized letters that resulted in a great deal of overlap. Although entirely accidental, I liked the way it looked as a shape.

Going back to the original post, which still displays as it did when I wrote it, it appears that WordPress has managed to circumvent further use of the technique for future titles.

The original title: “Placeholder” here came when I tried to replicate the technique, and having failed, was unable to delete the failed attempt.

Sorry for the Inconvenience…(and apologies to Douglas Adams). I will confine future attempts to this post only.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

05/29/2017

The Indescribable Ecstasy of Being

Posted in Uncategorized on May 15, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

Isn’t it?

Happy Mother’s Day if you are one.

Happy Mother’s Day if you know or love one.

Happy un-Mother’s Day if you aren’t one,

you are also perfect just the way you are.

Right Here

Right Now

Just

be happy.

Do you need to give yourself permission?

Whether you know it or not, it’s a choice.

It’s not something you need to learn.

Whether you know it or not,

you already know.

Just

Be

Here

Now.

One thing just follows another.

Whatever it is, just lean into it;

accept

 your

temporary circumstances

without pride

or shame;

inevitable

regardless

of merit

or guilt.

Impermanent

regardless

of desire

to have it otherwise.

Enlightenment

is not

The Everlasting kiss

of True Love.

Loving Kindness

does not cost you anything;

an eternal moment

in nonexistent time….

The more you give it to yourself

the easier it is

to give and see it everywhere.

Even in the face of madness,

let’s face it,

we’ve seen that

old tired face

so many times before.

The face behind

the face

a mask,

the same just as it ever was

so many times before.

Compassion

is what’s needed most.

Just Now

Right Here

Just Love.

The knowledge of

The Knowing

is enough.

As

The Indescribable

Ecstasy of Being

connects us all.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

05/14/2017

 

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: “…Go Ahead, I’m Listening…”

Posted in Uncategorized on April 22, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

Chapter Sixteen, Part I

After everyone laughed and shook their heads in amusement at Chiana’s bold and direct remarks Jed began:

“You know, it’s not going to stay like this forever…this new economy/no economy…the find, make, barter or steal paradigm has turned out to be the most ruthless form of economic redistribution that has occurred in over a hundred years.”

“And lately it appears that there is a new natural ascendancy has occurred in small pockets all around the country.”

“Elliott, you and your fellow members of the Fourteenth Colony are one of those examples, but you in particular are a member of an even more elite group…”

Jed suddenly realized that he was speaking directly to Chiana, staring  deeply into her eyes…just about the same time that everyone else, including Chiana and Elliott did.

“And what group would that be, Jed?”  Chiana chuckled slightly and blushed as she shook her head.

“Well, that would be…(Jed dramatically exaggerated each word as he spoke directly to Chiana until he suddenly whirled to face Elliott to say…) “…one of those extremely rare individuals who possess something that either many people want, or a select few want who have the means to make it worth your while to give them what they want.”

“Like what?”

“Well, one of your distilled spirits in particular.”

“Which one?”

“Your tequila.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really…and by the way…what do you call it?”

“Tequila.”

“No, really; what do you call it?”

“You mean like a brand-name?”

“Yeah…I mean, it sounds like you have nick-names for all your other hootch…like ‘Old Brown Stuff’, ‘Tropic Thunder,’ ‘Tangerine Dream,’  ‘John Barleycorn’…”

“Well, I never sold any of it before…back when I was just craft distilling, and now all I do is barter it if anybody asks for it or I can’t find anything else to trade for something I want.”

“Well you traded some it to someone who gave it a name.”

“Are you serious? What name?”

“Blue Agave Moon…great fuckin’ name!”

“No shit…”

“You know…even though I never liked to speak about it directly to anyone, that is what I have called it, but only maybe once or twice in passing to a guy who got me enough sheet copper to make two fifty-gallon alembic still pots. I just made the name up out of nowhere, based on the word-play  between Once in a Blue Moon, Blue Agave, and ‘Moon’ for Moonshine.”

“I had to give him thirty gallons of barrel-proof, which is one hundred and sixty proof…the equivalent of sixty gallons of eighty-proof tequila. Biggest trade I ever did…took months to make that much from three seven-gallon carboys of fermented wash at a time, but I really needed the copper, and everyone said he was my ‘go-to’ guy.  (Elliott)

“Well guess what?…that guy used to be my mentor. I helped him out of a couple of nasty…uh…situations, and when I saw what he was doing and how he was doing it, I decided to convince him that he needed me around all the time, and in the process we became friends and he not only decided to take me under his wing and teach me the business, but he also still believes to this day that it was his idea in the first place.”

“You were pretty cagey about covering up your tracks after he got you the copper. He had hoped to put you on his payroll to make lots of Blue Agave Moon for him.”

“It wasn’t until about a week ago that I realized who it was he had sent me out to find…not all at once, like some kind of mission, but any time I went  anywhere to get anything, he would remind me to keep an eye out for ‘that guy who made that Blue Agave Moon’.”  (Jed)

 “Hey, you know that it’s a blue moon tomorrow night?” (Elliott)

“Really?”

“And it’s also a blood moon…and Samhain…”

“So what does that mean?”

“…Don’t have a clue, but Chiana does…she says it’s big Mojo.”

 

Chazz Vincent

04/22/2017

 

The Buddha Speaks

Posted in Uncategorized on March 15, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

Indeed…Lou’s site is a welcome source of Love and Wisdom, and I wanted to share this today. Please go see for yourself.
Namasté
नमस्ते
Chazz Vincent

Zen Flash

Never think that I believe I should set out a “system of teaching” to help people to understand the path. Never cherish such a thought. What I proclaim is the truth as I have discovered it, and a “system of teaching” has no meaning because the truth can’t be cut up into pieces and arranged in a system.

***The Diamond Sutra

Thubten Kway

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