Man is the Mother of Sperm.

Woman is a man

Relative to Earth

No waking.  No dying.

Only a constant birth.

Mercury is sound, the word, coming through the Trinity-Void, symbolizing information and communication. There must be two to create, to communicate, so then, Mercury being the single point, is two. Being two at once, Mercury is three. Being three at once, Mercury is the Trinity. You, being Mercury, are the Trinity. Trinity is the mother and lover of Mercury. They are always united. When Mercury is born from Trinity, he is liberated from his mother and planted into his lover. The lover then liberates and acts as his mother, and so forth.

This is how human beings were created: the Mercury-Trinity is constantly creating itself. Creativity is always creating creation. Creation, like life, is a verb. Creation thus creates. All creativity is sexual in nature. Sex is communication, the process of communicating. The Mercury-Trinity is life, the Divine Couple making love. Love  (Trinity) is the liberation of will; Will (Mercury) is born through love. That is, to make love is to give birth. The mouth of Mercury is the vagina of the mind.

If, in the beginning, there was nothing, it cannot be called the beginning. The beginning is itself something. Creation assumes a time before time, but before time, time did not exist; so, no-thing was before, since time would have had to exist. It might also be correct to say that no-thing was not before time. Time has always existed. Therefore, there has never been no-thing, only a thing–only all things. All of language and symbols are representations of time. Thus, before time cannot be said. No-thing cannot be understood. “Before” is a concept of time. The “beginning” is a concept of time.

In fact, existence can only exist during its existence; thus, all things existing have always existed. All things have always lived in no-thing. Nothing is the womb of all things. To say that no-thing is a womb is to also understand that the womb does not exist–not apart from what lives inside of it–so there is no limit, no boundary around any one thing. All things live in themselves–in the void, a hole or tunnel without a side on either side. All things are the self contracted, tunneling into nothing, a larger tunnel: the self expanded. The tunnel contracts and expands itself forever forward. Thus, all things are infinitely moving into themselves.

 Human beings continually create their existence. Human beings are a process of becoming. The becoming is the only thing that exists. Life is animation and movement. The expanded-contracted, the void-thing, the universe-individual is the full self that creates itself, as it always moving forever forward in a clockwise motion. Reality is the dream and the dreamer together. The dreamer becomes the dream the dreamer lives in, and the dream becomes the dreamer.

Man is a mother

of sperm.

Woman is a man,

relative to earth.

When she gives birth,

she plants a seed

in the planet. The planet

is a womb.

The seed has not been born. The seed is self.  The self cannot die.

The virgin is always with child.

But that’s what we’re all looking for, right? The result. “We’re so obsessed with sex!” No, no we aren’t.  I would argue that most of us people in the world actually despise sex. Oh, sure, we lust for the orgasm, but the sex? Who cares about the process? We want to get off. Hell, even then people bitch about the kind of orgasm, saying that there is good type and a bad type of  sex, meaning your way or theirs. “She’s bad at sex. He’s bad at sex. S/he didn’t get me off.”  Sex involves (at least) two people (I suppose one could argue that it only takes one and one could even be bad at masturbating, but–), and since it is a relationship, the good or bad is defined by each participant’s will and  relationship. The only bad sex is bad communion and communication (the only  bad sex is …bad sex), a sex that is so involved with the the result of sex that there really isn’t any sex–no marriage, no union, no friction and thus, there is no result. The only bad process is the one that ignores the process, the one that is not a process at all.

We praise the result. We praise the orgasm. We think to ourselves, “If only life could be one long constant orgasm, everything would be perfect.” Well, then, following that logic, if sex doesn’t equal an orgasm, sex is hell.  That’s just bullshit and utter nonsense. Of course, if you think so, it will be, but that is based on the “lust for result” and the hatred of sex. We don’t want sex. We hate sex. We’re terrified of it.  Great sex? Really great sex? You never want really, really great sex to stop. You don’t care about getting to the result. This doesn’t mean that you’re an apathetic ass, and have decided not to participate; it means that you care… about the process, and you are finally participating and present in it.  Who gives a shit if you get a small orgasm, a large orgasm, near orgasm or no orgasm at all if the entire process was an orgasm itself.  No, I am not saying that orgasms are evil and we’re not allowed to enjoy them. I am asking what is in our result? What is our result, really? I am saying that if we don’t enjoy the process, our result is worth shit.

People do with this everything. I am not above it either. (Hypocrites have great insight.) We spend our lives, the sexual process, concerned about what we are going to get, not with what we are doing.  We slave away trying to get rich. And if we get rich? We’re 80 years old and feel some sense of pride that we hated ourselves and our lives for 79 years–just long enough to enjoy our last year with a payoff? The ends! The ends are important! We’re 80, relishing a prize that only says we’ve won 79 years of shit.  Moreover, we think that once we get rich, once we get the result, we can live. Yes, we can engage in the process once we have the reward. That is tantamount to saying that once we get the orgasm, we can engage in sex. Put frankly, it’s fucking stupid. We think that if we do something that we hate long enough, eventually we will love what we get out of it. When has that worked? We have sex in a way we don’t like long enough, and we’ll have the best orgasm of our lives? We’ll love the end? The means are the end.

The Gita speaks about detachement from the fruit. Aleister Crowley wrote, “Pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result is in every way perfect” (AL I:44).  The Bible reads, “Do not be fooled. You cannot mock god. What you sow is what you reap” (Galatians 6:7).  And still we are concerned with the orgasm!  We get so obsessed with the orgasm that we forget about the sex–and that’s how you get the orgasm, the result. It’s amazing how being caught up with the result sabotages the whole thing: “Orgasm. Must have orgasm!” It’s over in two minutes.  Or! “Orgasm. Result. Orgasm. Result.” You forget that you are having sex, and someone falls off the bed with a pubic hair in an ear or something of that nature.

Whether it’s getting to the end as fast as we can, quick enough, with as little effort as possible, or getting it perfect, this philosophy is working against us, the process, and even the result itself.  We get sloppy, lazy, arrogant, rush, stress, and cry when we don’t have the result we wanted: “But I wanted it so bad.”  Take Aesop’s fable, “The Tortoise and the Hare,” for example. The Tortoise knows that the way to get to the end is to enjoy the race. He is slow, consistent, and present in each moment. He keeps going. He never stops moving. He manages his energy. The Hare? The Hare is not just arrogant, but he is also backwards. He’s putting all his energy into getting to the finish, getting to the result, getting there first. He doesn’t get it: the end will come to all those in the race–one way or another. He might as well have already been at the end of the race/never engaged in it all.  All us Hares might as well have never had sex, never lived, because we want to get to the end.   The damned rabbit doesn’t even begin fully rested. He’s yawning at the start of the story.  He puts in so much to get to the end, overextending himself, that he thinks he can stop. “Uh. Hang on, dear, I gave it to you real good just then, so I gotta take a break.” Yeah, that’s going to go over well. Life doesn’t stop. Life is a constant process, a constant sexual process. There are no breaks–only a  management of energy, the engagement of doing, which is the enjoyment of life and doing.

Fantastic, isn’t it, to also think that when we are aiming for a certain result, we are aiming for something we already know, limiting our experience?Who knows? Maybe there is a whole other dimension to the kind of orgasm to be had when we let go of the idea of getting to this one limited thing, and we get involved with what we are doing– a true  love of/for sex.

Please change my last name, my king

I would like to serve beside you as your queen

And bear you children

I am fertile and willing

I live as a peasant but hide royalty

In  my bloodline

So as a princess, I ask boldly

To rule over this land in need of nurturing

I stand firm on my own

But compassionate to the king of the thrown

Our people below

May witness such truthfulness

So that they may live in harmony

And while you do business

I will sing you a melody

So my lord, my king

Will you continue to pleasure me as only a god could

Offer me protection and security as only such a respectable ruler would

You need no jester to make me laugh

No a servant girl to kneel at your staff

I will, as I do, listen and crave

Your every word

As I will, and I as I do, crave you

Inside of me

I will just be

Dress up pretty

Or lay naked

Gaze at your body, built as a soldier

Revel in awe of your handsome face

Your personality, interests, morals, and intellect

You, my lord, are perfect

I will hide my legs from the beasts to keep them at bay

And while unlikely, those/our people may even betray

However

I would and will forever stay

Loyal

Always regarding your heart and soul as royal

Oh, My dear king

I am kneeling at your mercy

in passive femininity.