LUCKILY, SHE WAS ALWAYS TOO BUSY…
There are those who speak of longing as if it were a distant star they admire from the shore of their own inertia. And there are those whose soul has already recognized yours across the veil.
When a soul truly wants to walk beside you, the universe itself begins to rearrange.
Calendars bend.
Distances dissolve.
Old patterns are quietly laid down like offerings at an unseen altar.
They do not wait for the perfect moment; they become the moment. Their days start to orbit a single, sacred gravity: the possibility of you.
This is not convenience.
This is not chance.
This is the ancient covenant of recognition.
Two flames that have known each other before names, before bodies, before time was measured in hours.
One soul does not merely desire the other.
It reorders its entire existence so that the meeting can happen, again and again, in this lifetime.
If they want you, you will feel the shift in the air around them. Doors they once guarded begin to open.
Priorities they once clung to loosen their grip.
The path they walk starts to curve, almost imperceptibly at first, toward the place where you stand.
That is how you know it is real.
Not by words spoken in moonlight, but by the silent architecture of a life that has begun to make room for your presence.
The ones who are meant for you do not ask the cosmos for permission.
They become the alignment itself.
THE STATE OF ORGASMIC POTENTIAL
There is a threshold few dare name, yet every soul has brushed against it in the dark.
It is not climax.
It is the field before climax.
The edging closer.
The rising stillness.
The sensually charged stillness in which two currents recognise they were never separate.
The moment the body remembers it is a temple and the universe remembers it is a body.
Orgasmic potential is the unspent lightning coiled at the base of the spine, the unopened rose of the heart, the unshed tear of your own true nature.
It is Shakti waiting in the dark for Shiva’s glance.
It is the pause between inhale and the first word of creation.
In that state there is no seeking.
Desire itself becomes prayer.
Sensation becomes scripture.
The skin turns into a living mandala.
Every nerve is a thread of gold connecting the finite to the infinite.
Most spend this treasure in a single flash and call it pleasure.
The mystic learns to dwell inside the charge itself — to become the lightning without striking, the wave without breaking, the fire that does not consume.
This is the secret the alchemists hid in their vessels and the tantrikas hid in their breath:
the highest ecstasy is not release.
It is containment.
It is remaining in the state of infinite becoming.
When you can hold that voltage without discharging it into the world of form, you cease to be a person having an experience.
You become the experience having a person.
That is the state of orgasmic potential.
That is the doorway.
Step through it and the cosmos orgasms through you.
Mastery of your self, mastery of your own energy, mastery of your own orgasmic life force that you get to joyously contain, discerningly share or intentionally co create with an aligned loving equal.
This energetic priority choice is yours and yours alone.
Do not waste it.
Do not over share.
Do not settle for less than your heart and soul knows it deserves.
FADE INTO YOU ⭐️
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