The Yoni Dance Book Trilogy

The Ultimate "How to" Book
About All Those Things
Your Parents Never Taught You

 

Book One

The Dream Catcher's Dream 

Chapter Two

Let the Story Begin

 

 

 

I recently had a very strange experience that completely shook up all my old, taken-for-granted beliefs.   In the space of only a few minutes, I found myself experiencing three different realities,  one was exotic, one erotic, and one was what I'd call completely awake and normal.   All three were so vivid and so tangible that I can't say that one of them was any more real than the other two.   I'll briefly describe each each of them so you can get at least an idea of what I experienced.  

Surely this new experience couldnít be a dream because my nose clearly detected the combined aroma of sex and her mild perfume.   Her sparkling blue-green eyes looked directly into mine, and our arms enfolded each other as she sat gently on my lap with most of her body weight suspended above me by the exotic love-swing surrounding us.   Her gentle moans and heavy breathing filled my ears.   The sensations generated by the incredible tactile sensations of our intimate, physical connection filled me with bliss.   How could this be anything but real?  

But something was still very wrong.   This shift into a new reality threw my mind into confusion because I couldnít remember anything about the swing or even how I got there.   And the weirdest part of all, Jazbell and I hadnít yet decided to consummate our love, so where was I? 

Then, something even weirder happened.   As I slipped into those normally explosive sensations of orgasm, they became delightfully tame, and, rather than hitting me with delicious shock waves, they seemed to flow through me like a fast-moving stream of warm, bubbling water.   I became suspended in the sensations and everything else completely disappeared.   Then another shift occurred.   My body disappeared, and I became what I can only describe as that indefinable, non-physical ďsomethingĒ which mystics talk about.  

I have no idea how long I remained in ecstasy, but when that experience ended, my reality had shifted -- again!   Apparently, the love-making with Jazbell wasnít real either, because this time, I woke up in a bed, in a room that was very dark-- so dark my eyes could barely make out the shadows of a bedroom in the dim starlight that shone through the large, uncovered, sliding glass doors that led to the patio beyond.   To my complete surprise, I found I was in Jazbellís bedroom, and in her bed.   Her warm body was snuggled up close as she slept beside me.   We werenít making love at all!   Iíd just been -- well, sleeping?   dreaming?   Ahh. . . ?   

At that point, my mind went into total confusion.   The three different experiences -- the exotic journey -- making love with Jazbell -- and the feeling of being in bed beside her -- were all so real,  and so vivid that I couldnít tell you which one was physically real and which ones were only dreams.   Even today, the line between my reality with Jazbell and my dreams is still fuzzy.   Fortunately, itís a delightfully good, warm-fuzzy.  Wait till you meet her.    She calls a warm fuzzy a  FahZoom.  

 

 

 

The following morning, while musing about my strange, prior nightís experience, I remembered a quote from Albert Einstein regarding how the universe functions.  The moment I remembered his words, I also realized why he was right.   

He once said, Imagination is not only the source of knowledge, itís the source of everything in all of human reality.   When my mind re-heard him speak, I stopped!   And in that moment,   those words created inside me,   a huge explosion   into the space of    knowing everything in a grander way -- into knowing the same old everything in a new and bigger way.   

Let me share and example.   There was a time when things very large and very small were not perceived at all -- a time when things moving very fast or very slowly were thought not to be moving at all.   So what else do you suppose still escapes our observation?   Whoís to say?   

This raised several unanswerable questions:  What is real and what isn't,  and how do we know the difference?   Does an experience need to be physical to be real?   Is there more to life and to reality than what we presently perceive?  Here's the one answer that made sense to me:  "The only thing we can know for sure about reality is that what we donít know about it far exceeds what we do know."  But thatís not quite right either because thereís one other thing I do know for sure -- the blending of these realities has shifted my life dramatically.   Let me see if I can summarize all this in one sentence:    

Iím not quite sure whether 
Iíve stepped out of a dream or into one.

How I got to this point in my life is the story Iíd like to share with you.   Hop on board with me now as we step back in time to just one short year ago, but be sure to fasten your seat belt.  

So where shall we begin?   Iíll start with the day I almost fell down in the street just to get a closer look at Jazbell, but you may choose to start elsewhere.   Those of you who are eager to get right into the heart of the Caring and Loving Intimacy Circles might choose to skip over to Chapter Six ó Innocence, Inspiration, and Destiny.  

Whichever way you choose to ride, welcome aboard. 

 

 

End of Chapter Two -- Let the Story Begin

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The Dream Catcher's Dream 

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Let the Story Begin  

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