The Death Ritual [DO NOT ATTEMPT! SERIOUSLY, DO NOT ATTEMPT!]]

I've been suffering some major writer's block this past month.  Much of it is due to my anticipation of last night's American debut of the series, Pleasure For Sale.

Now, I can write.

And not about the bloody show.  Let the "tv reviewers" run that flow of energy for awhile.  I want to write about my Sacred Sex Death Ritual.  It bears repeating, I am not providing this information as a guide to explore sacred sex/death.  I am not even implying that this is something I do on the reg.

I merely offer a summary of my first person experience.

The day of the ritual, which was not polishly planned, my sacred sex partner had a vision.  He told me a little bit about it, that it reminded him of me, that it was colorful, exciting, beautiful.  He said it moved over him, through him and then he saw something really good that he was not to reveal to me.

That night, as we progessed into the second hour of the ritual, the heat in the sacred space was dewy, tangible and thick. Moist waves of energy rippled from our bodies, filling the room with the ebb and flow of passionate, lunar sexuality.  I was straddling him, our faces lit by moonglow and sweat, and our eyes locked in pure love.  My juices dripped from my pussy to his nutsack and I felt myself nearing orgasm after an hour of tantric movements.

His left hand caressed my hip, tummy and breast, before hugging the front of my neck.  His right hand moved from my hip to the small of my back, upwards to my right shoulder, resting his forearm on the back of my neck.

I gently exhaled, closed my eyes and felt his lingam at my cervix, the grasp on my throat tighten.

My eyes closed, I saw my first meeting of my sacred lover, walking away from him, my Kiyonari TC-2 in hand, his moto helmet is also off and we smile at each other, until his head turns the opposite direction as I continue to walk backwards.

Suddenly, the viewing screen hyperspeeds.  The whirls of color, emotion, aromas and blurred conversations would make any stranger nauseous, but this was MY life.  I was already oriented.  I was experiencing the phenomenon of "watching my life flash before my eyes"... in reverse.  And from outside of my person.  And super fast.  MACH INFINITY.

The kaleidescope of memories end and I am looking through my eyes again, this time I am in my mom's womb.  I hear nothing but a heavy, bold heartbeat and the lining of her womb glow from a sangria red to valentine red to wild cherry then white until the whole space is filled with white light.

I can make out a massive crowd just at arms length.  But the contrast between the comfy cozy darkness of the womb, to this white vastness makes it difficult for me to see beyond the long-haired male robed in gold and silk.  He looks at me and says, in a voice soaking with impatience, What are you doing here?

I reply, "I came with..." and as I turned my head to see if my lover was behind me, I opened my eyes and his face was aglow in a full smile, his eyes wet with wonder.  Before I am fully aware of what has happened, I say to him, "Where did we go? Are you really here?"

His smile proves the impossible possible and gets bigger as he tells me what it was like from his perspective.

My eyes were somewhat open the entire ritual, with my eyeballs darting here and there, this way and that, rapidly and wildly.  As the oxygen supply to my brain was interrupted, my vaginal muscles convulsed around my partner's lingam, as he describes it, "felt like you were eating me, as if your body was saying, 'if I am going to die, I am going to eat his cock one last time'..." 

The vision that my sacred sex partner had earlier, I feel, is the vision that I had of my life but he did not recognize it as it was the life I had before I met him. This life is over.  Truly is over.  I have been reborn on so many levels, none of which Christian lol... just kidding, no offense to all NOTWers.

Trust.  Massive trust.  In each other.  In ourselves.  In the process.  In our visions.

Love.  For the Higher.

Awareness.  As much as you can handle, plus two notches.

Gratitude.  For all that is truly possible.  And for all that is meaningless.

Humility.  For I am human form learning infinite lessons from other forms of humans being.