Oh My Mother Fucken God

The Creator is Female-Eternal.

Having created a physical, sensual universe, God created a vessel to experience in full humanness God's glory. But this vessel, became bored and lonely.

So God creates a second vessel that physically embodies creation -- Lilith -- whose passions were rooted to The Absolute. Still, the first vessel complained, this time over his reluctance to be submissive in creation.

God honorably (and mercifully) discharges Lilith from forced companionship, freeing Her Passion to seek beings. God puts Adam into a deep sleep and recreates another vessel from his side, binding The Creator with the creation with recreation in Recreation.

God then plants two trees. The Trees of Life and of Knowledge.

As Adam discovered passion through Eve, God created fear in Adam to test his ability to remain aware, grateful and ecstatic. God told Adam, "Everything in my Garden is for you and yours. Do as you wish. You choose your freedoms. Except one, eat not from this tree, The Tree of Knowledge. It is not for you nor yours. Everything else, I have created for you to experience."

As Eve explored Eden's Garden, she reignited Adam's wonder for God's awesome Love. Predictibly, Adam's wonder waned faster than Eve's. Prepared to be submissive but not passive in creativity, Eve tended to Adam's complacency while simultaneously challenging her own.

When God felt inspired for a truly worthwhile exercise in The Absolute, God sent an agent in the form of a serpent to seduce the neglected Eve. By showing Eve the Tree of Knowledge, God accomplished with two bites what has taken human beings millennia to achieve: recreational creation of worlds simultaneous in every full and absolute moment... plus one thing human beings are still struggling with: Time.

With Eve tempting Adam to leave the monotony and complacency of a patriarchal garden, consciousness as The Universal Quest began. And is still being played for as long as the single eternal moment can be held, intentioned, reheld and manifested. Just so God can dance with us while we complain of being bored and lonely.... sheessh...

And God's name was Eden, in case ya dint know...

One none. No idea. Karma does not exist. Herein lies a piece of God.

Are You A Frog?

It is no accident that the Frog figures prominently in all forms of shamanism.  It is prehistoric and operates with one of the most evolved nervous systems on the planet. Even so, it has a weakness in its programming.  The frog cannot detect gradual change.  You put a live frog in a big pot of room temperature water and gradually heat the water to a slow boil, the frog will just swim around in the pot until it is cooked to death.  However, put a live frog into a pot of boiling water and those legs will keep its chin from gettting wet.

This phenomenon is similar to the way some people achieve true self refinement.  Some of us will spiral downward in tight concentric circles never seeming to hit the proverbial bottom, then suddenly, WHAM, we get T-Boned by a real shock to the system and then we see the light.

I discovered I had a Frog Totem when I went for a Guided Meditation session. Animal Totems represent energies that aid in our personal journeys.  First Nations people erected totem poles to represent their success in completing the many rites of life.  The higher the totem pole, the more challlenges and hardships overcome.  However, it is the animal on the base of the totem pole that is the most important and represents the thematic struggle of its companion.

We started guided meditation just like you see in the movies: You're in a forest... you smell the grass, the moss, the bark of the trees, you feel the moist earth beneath your bare feet and you begin to walk in one direction... until you come into a clearing.

Three animals will approach.  Let them come one by one and if you feel like interacting, interact... if you don't that's okay.

My first animal was a mountain lion.  She paced around me a few times and then walked to the edge of the clearing and lay down.

Then, a Kodiak bear emerged from the forest and got up on her hind legs right in front of me.  Must have been 12 feet tall.  She sat on her butt and pawed the air a bit, sniffing, then went to the other edge of the clearing and began scratching her back on the trees.

Then a frog came hopping in -- crazy hops: 8 feet at a time.  It was fluorescent orange with black and yellow markings.  It hopped up my leg with a sticky pad grip and hopped right into my mouth.  I started to trip out in my meditation, kaleidescope globs and glass shards into impressionist paintings then buffets of exotic food.

At the end of the meditation, our guide explained that since the frog made physical contact with me and further, I had ingested its substance, that was a clear indication that my totem animal was The Frog.

I say was, because I am no longer numb to the gradual.  I've slowed down my perspective and because I am shooting more frames in my life with my attention, I can manage my self work even through gradual decay. Now, I am a Lynx.

What totem animal is the influencing force in your life?  Below are some interesting sites.
http://www.animaltotem.com/ - classic site, easy to nav
http://www.totemanimals.com/ - modern site with dynamic features
http://www.geocities.com/RainForest/4076/index1.html - annoying site but wealth of info

Raul: A Shaman Holding Steady Consciousness

thank you, raul, for how u worded your intention in your reply

u r a shaman walking in steady consciousness without pretence

when i asked you about "one none" i included the incantation to do with Toltecs for a reason

when you replied, my beautiful soul journeyour. you said UNO NADIE, no idea about the Toltecs

I read this, as it was my intention to receive the proper translation of my poem from you, as:
there is the direct translation - UNO NADIE; and the Toltec translation - no idea

no idea

that is the translation of

one none

in spanish. no idea. either there is a thought, which creates perception, which creates "reality" which creates worlds, blah(3) or you do not have idea

on or off
1 or 0
the binary denomination

it doesnt matter if its on or off, whatever, affects the system as a whole -- one none

pi to the nth power

my dear friend

your poem is better than mine

no idea

it works in english and spanish, but more beautiful in spanish. the engilsh translation of "no idea" is "one none". and the letters NO IDEA are actually included in the direct translation UNO NADIE -- u better tell sumduby!

i believe in you. please believe in urself, raul. i cannot have had the last 5 months without ur grace, beauty and inspiration as part of my world. i am so proud that you stayed true to your integrity. can you appreciate the magick you performed? can you see yourself truly in the moment? wow. i, and my blog readers, am blown away.

no idea,
pi
muwah-muwah-muwah
________________________________________
From: Raul
Sent: Wednesday, March 19, 2008 3:44 PM
To: Pi
Subject: Re: Lost in translation

the direct translation is UNO NADIE, no idea about Toltecs.

thanks.
--- Pi wrote:

> Hey, raul!
> Re my shortest poem, how would u translate into spanish:
>
> One None.
>
> Is there a spanish phrase that describes the Toltec concepts of
> dreaming in the second attention? I imagine there is, unless its in
> nagualese. I thought u might know.
>
> Great to feel ur new nrg, Raul.
> Namaste,
> Pi
>

Same As Last Time

Everyone is having a challenging Year of The Rat -- I can feel it, so no need to argue... but c'mon!!

The Year of The Rat symbolically is a harbinger for resolution, for tying up loose ends or untangling crossed wires, as it is the first of twelve zodiac signs. It is imperative that we align ourselves with the purpose of this present Rat so that we are in proper position to align with the promise of 2012, The Year of The Dragon.

I felt you all shiver in anticipation. I am happy, as it was the intention.

On that note, since I have left the employ of the Chicken Ranch and the persistance of The Gantzes, I have not performed any performance rituals with former clients.

Until last night. He was a good client that partied with me for two nights for four-figures. He is being deployed overseas this week. We hadn't seen each other for a year since his last RnR but he exceeded as a client when I would receive 3-line emails from him during his missions which would say, "Not a lot of time to write, but I wanted to let you know I am safe, the food sucks, and I am looking forward to going on break." Not a lot of time to write, but enough time to write my email address. I was genuinely saved from loathing my sex work/art when he would message. Don't get it confused, I am not saying I loathed my work; that's obviously ridiculous; but rather at those rare times when I am wondering "is it worth it?" I would receive his emails from overseas and realize I AM and HAVE made a world of difference.

But last night, I was hurt. He had asked for the same as last time and I was so willing and eager to oblige and participate that I had neglected to tell him, I want the same as last time too. He came with nothing for me. Nothing.

SCE is threatening to discontinue power to my home by Monday; i've turned all my credit cards into fixed term loans to save on interest and penelty charges and I'm spending more on groceries for my doggies than for me. I haven't had a Josh Blank do in six months and my nails are ratfucked -- as in the year of the rat.

Everyone is going through this crazy year -- but please people, do not assume that working girls have it easy. And never ever presume that you can ever have the same as last time especially if you are unwilling to provide the same as last time yourself. I am truly at a loss.

Desperate for what is just,
chyna pi

Scar Tissue

One of the many things that turn me on about veterans is some of the ones I see were really messed up: missing fingers, 2-foot scar tissue, bullet wounds...

Hot.

I used to have this client who was a former Japanese soldier and he had whip marks all up and down his back. It was so beautiful.

Scar tissue feels soft and smooth and tells stories in silence. Heavy silence. The stories are as varied and vividly told as stories of losing ones virginity. The way the body heals is amazingly beautiful, stunningly aesthetic.

Do you know that Cronenberg movie, Crash -- omfg, I totally get it. Mmmmm. I'm still waiting for the right scarred up babe to take me through a carwash, hot damn.

Happy Rememberance Day to all veterans around the world. I am free to be me because of all you sacrifice and should I have the opportunity, I will let you know how grateful I am to you and kiss all your scar tissue.

Mad love long time,
Chyna Pi

Pawn Spawn

I have been making monthly transactions at local gold and coin pawn shops. Over the decades, my grandma and grandaunts have given me an assortment of jewelry, rings and earrings sets mostly, emeralds, jades, pearls and diamonds. All gold. All garish :)

They've sat in my jewelry boxes until I needed funds fast, and then I easily let them go. It's the aftertaste that leaves me a touch bitter.

My grandaunt was married to a pawnbroker in the Philippines and it was through the family business that my grandmother and grandaunties came to possess an extensive collection. The thing is, my grandaunts live very modestly -- not exactly the word I would use, but it is a start. They are 3 sisters including my grandma and they are very, very proud senior matriarchs. Their husbands (my grandfather is the only one still living and healthfully kicking ass, may I add) squallored any profits their businesses sustained while they were alive, leaving my grandaunts with little to live by as widows. It was their daughters, my aunties, who take care of them in their senior years.

And when they can, my grandaunts send us jewelry. Some of these sets are appraised at over $10,000. I have pawned my sets for anywhere between $150 to $400. And I do not pawn for loan. I let them go.

I cannot afford to end up like my grandaunties, love them dearly as I do. I can now afford another month of SCE. Having my home powered allows me to myspace :) in my lingerie, among other things that fills me with gratitude.

Pawn Spawn.

My mother personally doesn't have any sets from her aunties' collections. She refuses them citing that they were gains from the misery of others. She also sees what I see, that they make her family miserable.

The thing about cheating others of their treasures at a time when they are in dire straits is that the buyers get an intense high from the great deal they just made, there is no high equivalent to the initial buy that would make selling the jewels worthwhile for them, other than giving them away as gifts to their loved ones.

Even though they live in relative squalor in the Philippines, my grandaunts will not sell nor allow their daughters to sell their jewelry so that they may improve their standards of living. They cannot bear to see all the implied profit that they made off of the sellers decades ago decrease because now they are "on the otherside of the counter." As long as they can look at tens of thousands of dollars in gemstones in their jewelry boxes (as rhumatoid arthritis has made it impossible to wear rings) they live richly. My aunts work their hearts out.

My mother says very little. I don't tell her anymore when I sell off a set. She would catch herself questioning why I would sell it for so much less than what they were worth and then purse her lips with acceptance, "At least you can use the money more than those big rings."

Pawn Spawn.

Pull In; Pull Out

"You pull into the motel parking lot, early afternoon -- the sun is high yet the air is seasonably cool. A semi barrels by, diesel engine whining. You go to the front office and the front desk clerk assumes ur there to pick up an envelope.

You head back towards ur car and open the envelope. The room number is on the motel keychain -- a 5 inch plank of wood chained to 2 keys. Room 137 is all the way in the back and u park in front of the door.

You enter the room without knocking and sense how quiet and still the room is... as if heavy with anticipation. You shut the door behind u and see me on my back, with my head at the foot of the bed.

I'm blindfolded. I bite my lip knowing my wait is over. My breasts heave more deeply, nipples hard even though the room feels cozy. I hear your belt unbuckle, ruffling, steps towards the edge of the bed, and then I feel your cock at my mouth. I spread my lips over my teeth, stick out my tonge and suck like an alpha lamb. My blindfold is made of rabbit fur and feels exquisite on your balls and gooch. My tongue is working magic, too. I start to moan and grind as you rub my tits with one hand -- rough like u know i love it, twisting my nipples and squeezing so I suck you off harder. Your other hand is working my crotch -- rubbing my clit, finger fucking, middle finger up my ass, then your thumb. My hips are completely off the bed now and you grab my ass with both hands, bringing me to your mouth.

I'm licking ur balls, jerking u off on my tits while ur playing with my asshole and eating me out. I taste like ginger. I feel myself coming and take u back in my mouth. No problem swallowing upside down with the force of ur orgasm.

You let me down slowly on the bed, kissing my inside thigh, and I spread my lips apart letting go of your cock. I play with myself, sucking my juice off my fingers, while u undress. An exquisite piece of glass stands upright on the end table looking like a stubby cone. It's base fits perfectly in the palm of your hand. You grab my hair tight to turn me on my front as you lie next to me.

I feel the cold firm glass on the soft part of my butt, and you make small circular motions with the tip of the plug towards my asshole. My toes curl and I bend my knees, arching my back. You lick my ass and when you know i'm ready, you insert the butt plug slowly first, waiting for me to respond and when I push closer to you, you let me have the full plug inside me. It's made of clear glass and you can see everything. You have three fingers up in my cunt and your other hand pulls the butt plug in and out.

I'm losing my mind and need to feel your delicious cock in me now. I straddle over your legs, your dripping wet hand comes out of my pussy and directs me over you. I lean forward now and ride you while you keep working my butt 'til you feel i'm just about ready to come again. You take me right to the edge of bliss and suddenly you pull the plug out and pull out yourself, your dick slick with jane juice. I momentarily turn around to suck our taste off you while u get out the condom and lube. You pull me closer to you, rabbit fur against your chin, and kiss my forehead. I put my hand around your neck and bring your lips to mine for some of ur amazing kisses. Then, you signal me to turn back around.

I slowly set my butt on the head of your cock. You stroke my back with your fingers while pulling me lower and lower towards you. My moans take on a jazz quality. Your hands move to my hair and my tits. I come fast, squeezing on your cock and dripping out my pussy. You take your time, grinding on me and sending me into other worlds of pleasure again and again.

Nicely tender, i come off you and lie on my back. Condom comes off and you pull my legs up so my calves rest on your shoulders. You thrust into my pussy hard and fast, harder and slow, harder still and fast...

You pull out just before coming and shoot your skeet on my belly, all over my breasts, dripping off my neck and face and hair... nice. You squeeze out the last of your cum onto my tongue before you get dressed, grab your car keys and leave me sticky in a dive motel without saying one word... until...

As you pass the front office, you overhear a man arguing with the clerk regarding a missing envelope. You hand him the room key and say, 'I think this is what you're looking for.'"