The Hub is gone…
I had many great times on the OM Hub, met many OM partners and had some fierce arguments and regret to learn that it has been closed down.
From Vapor to Concrete – Please Dissolve Me
From age 0 to 4, there was no sense of “I”
At age 5, “I” had a playground incident with “Ramon”. But the rest of kindergarten there was no “I” or “other”… I dont even remember being around.
At age 6, “i” had an incident with “Michelle”. And later “I” had an incident with my teacher. But the rest of 1st grade was a haze. Evidently “I” was around, passing tests, going to and from school. But I dont remember any of it.
Fast forward to age 45, during the waking state, “I” am constantly having incidents with “others”. I remember them all. I blog about them, make YouTube videos of them. I analyze them and philosophize about them. I come up with strategies to assure I can handle these incidents better in the future. I am convinced there is a separate me who needs to interact with others in order to survive and be happy. I hold onto this way of acting every waking day. I have had many pleasant OM experiences . I am new to OM. But this one woman dissolves me. Instead of “I” doing an OM with “another”, something else happens. She wants more of that from me and I want more of that from her. I can just taste the second OM now. I can see those pussy lips glisterning, opening and inviting, like a flower to the morning sun. I can only apply the precise technique as instructed and allow the etheric thunderclaps to blindside me.
So the advaita vedanta crowd is right about the “I” being a sickness. As Arunachala Ramana used to say: “The first cause of all suffering is the thought I am this body.” With OM I have a chance to dissolve this concrete lump of flesh back into blissful vapor.
After the OM, new life, new joy
Blood surging through unknown channels in my cerebral cortex.
New life, new joy.
Heart pulsing strongly. Female orgasm feeds both parties again and again.
New life, new joy.
During the OM, I noticed sensations with bare attention.
No goal, no thrills.
Energy work later in the day was profoundly stronger.
New life, new joy.
If only I could relax more during the OM. If only my left elbow were directly in line with the pussy, I could do perfect up and down strokes.
New insights for next time.