MODE of Cosmic Therapy: Exposing False MasksEach person is distinctly unequivocally unique, imbued withhis/her own set of ‘more than colorful’ varied‘life stories’ and because of the wide spectrum ofnuances thereto attached, is permeated with an all consuming needand desire to express these variegated personal experiences. Withall the ever evolving yet repeating circular patterns ofindescribable involvement attached to the others (in whose life youare) associated, the actual lived stories are more unbelievablethan fiction. And, unless, one is endowed with an acute spasticallyladen sense of continuous humor, he/she would drown in themurkiness of the emotional drama included.This overstated drama isimmediately enmeshed in the capricious level of sexual artisticintensity propelling the person.I am convinced, beyond a shadow of doubt, that ART is theoverwhelming sacred sexual impetus of man. Nothing propels him/hermore than the ‘artistic’ experiences associated withhis/her exclusive journey through life. I use the word‘artistic’ because no other word portrays aperson’s individual interpretation of sensual life quite thesame. Because of this hallowed earth experience, (imbued with allthe varying relationships) he/she is able to share a differentviewpoint, a divergent slant, an all encompassing emotionalobservation and distinctive mental paradigm. How, when, why orwhere one chooses to express this ‘artistic’ compositedventure is strictly the impromptu business of each individualperson.I use the word impromptu because I also believe that nothinghappens by accident. Though many people may choose to differ withme, no one can deny that in life everything happens for a divine(inexplicable) reason.We may not be able to discern the reason atthe time, but as each day unfolds more information is given andwith time, the awareness of why things unfolded as they did makesitself more visible. (Not that much of it ever makes much moresense to our visual sight’s satisfaction or delirious mentalfaculties) the fact remains we are involved in soulful projectswhich cause us to transpire, expire or inspire.I must veer away from that particular train of thought for amoment to more fully introduce myself. Isn’t that what mostpeople are expected to do when trying to convey a specificpoint?How many times after having disclosed your name, along withany other relevant and pertinent information you so deem to reveal,are asked the next question, “What do you do?”Ihate that question.What do I do? What do you mean, what doI do?I live, I laugh, I love, I learn, I lie, I laud, I lust, Ileach, I listen, I look, I load, I luxuriate, and I lyricallyexpress whatever I want to, in whatever conceivable ways and meanspresent themselves. What I want to know is: who doesn’t?Who among us has not expanded himself/herself in whatever waythat most appealed while participating in the cosmically riddledpuzzle of existence? But, it never fails: people continue toimpress and need to be impressed by some clever answer to thatstupid question of what it is you do. The important question shouldbe: are you doing exactly and precisely what it is you love todo?{I mean really honest to goodness passionate about?}The kind ofpassion that makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neckwhile your heart throbs with uncontainable pleasure?Or do yousimply exist in a job whereby you hate everything about it butremain for the ‘so-called’ money you make or thesecurity it offers? {Could be the prestige, power, position orbasic gut level need} In any case, unless it makes your‘bobber bob’, get busy finding something that does.Passion is very selective and will not tolerate any superficialsubstitutes!When your eyes open in the morning, do you jump out of bed feetpouncing on the floor raring to leap into the unknown adventure ofthe day’s perpetual sensually imbued unfoldment? Life issexual!Life is artistically erotic in every sense of the word. Youare not separate from the day you face and if you are facing itnumbed and unresponsive, that says a lot about your unfulfilledsexual nature. Why would you drag yourself around like a sack ofwet fertilizer?Not only is the result of your denied day ofpleasure unpleasant for you, the others in your life pay for it inunmentionable ways.Unless you pursue you in all of your wondrous grandeur, everyother aspect wilts on vitality’s vine. What are you waitingfor? You are filled to capacity and overflowing with extraordinarygifts, talents and abilities.Don’t wait for a better moreconducive time. Now is that time you have been waiting for. Now isthe time to express you in fullness!I hear you saying youdon’t know what that is.Oh! Yes, you do. What is it thatembarrasses you the most to think about doing?Do that first!!!Whatis it you think you need someone else’s approval andpermission before attempting?Make that specific project your numberone priority without breathing a syllable. .You are an undomesticated artist who must create. Nobody can doyou like you can do you. Get started today. Discover what it is youhave been hiding from you. It’s so much fun unraveling theparts of your erotic artistic nature you’ve submerged. Themoment you decide to let it rip, strange/wonderful events willflood into your world like sounds, smells, voices and colors whichyou will not be able to resist. You will be driven into a desirefilled frenzy of laughter and unexplored delight. {Even your tastebuds will be heightened!}Who knows IF you decide to de-ass the cloak ofsuperiority (Any form of niceness and fake servitude) you workso hard to maintain, your life just might take an unimaginableliberating turn. In fact, you may, when asked the next time,“What do you do?” Answer quickly in unreservedauthentic passion: “What I damn well want to, don’tyou?”
