Sensation is a physical feeling or perception resulting from something that happens to or comes into contact with the body. Taste a tomato. Press a snowball with your bare hands. Walk on sand barefoot. Feel the morning dew, from the grass on your soles. Feel your baby.
Pleasure is a feeling of happy satisfaction and enjoyment. Pleasure brings about the state of being happy.
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.
According to the above quote, when going beyond the illusion of time, all sensation can only be of pleasure and any person out there is happy, in her unique way.
Nothing of the ‘former things’ may overcome time. Because the absolute, to be consistent within himself, accepts only whole persons. Such is the nature of the discrete, that wraps the mirage of the continuum – also known as nature or physics in the vernacular of ‘former things.’
The Armor of God
10 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.
These words transcend society and habit. Because they come not from this universe. Notice that our struggle is not against flesh and blood. However, day in, day out, we fight against flesh and blood, we challenge a given harmony with human fabrications. From fashion to politics, from wars to banks, from artificial intelligence to virtual ‘enhanced’ reality. We stubbornly fight our flesh and blood. No matter the powers of this dark world, no matter the rulers, the authorities, the evil powers of the dark universe – we are dead set to make alliances with no matter what (not a typo), just to magnify our image.
It is crystal clear that we’re having an ongoing image problem!
“At the back of the womb there lay flesh that demanded to be penetrated. It curved inwards, opening to suck. The flesh walls moved like a sea anemones, seeking by suction to draw his sex in… She opened her mouth as if to reveal the openness of the womb, its hunger, and only then did he plunge to the very bottom and felt her contractions…” Anais Nin, Delta of Venus
Cervical Orgasm – This Keeps Any Women in Orgasmic Bliss For Hours (Sometimes Even Days) & Is Worth 10 Kingdoms Of Gold
Men and women who have achieved orgasmic echoes that can last for days (yes, it happens to men too) would be less likely to engage in fights against the flesh. By design, we have been created to copulate. By context, we have to always hurry up. No time to catch the bus. No time to do that or to go there. There is no time because time is an illusion. Like money.
So massive is this mirage that we can’t grasp reality because of it. Not seeing the forest for the trees. Medical studies and MRI scans begin to confirm an older speculation that no few wild minds have thrown through the ether. It seems that meditation, prayer, charitable and spiritual pursuits animate similar centers of the brain like drugs or orgasms do.
For better or for worth, our flesh is ours to cherish or to abandon, to explore or to neglect. Our god-like abilities mean little to our fragile humanity. Because we look outward for support instead of looking inward for the true nature of ours.
Sure, Britain would have never conquered the seas, to build an empire where the sun never sets, by promulgating a state policy that would allow (or require) the Queen’s subjects to: meditate x hours a day, masturbate y minutes a day, copulate z times a day, to caress the yoni and find spiritual elation. Who knows what other evil-empire would have raised instead. Because dark corners have only one purpose: to be filled.
Righteousness is not about obeying the regime, it is not about observing a cult, but rather about standing firm even when everyone goes that way or does that thing. The larger the collective, the smaller the intimacy.
I said in my heart concerning the matter of the sons of man that God might cleanse them, so as to see that they themselves are beasts.
Beasts that may or may not stop from playing Russian roulette with their genitals.
Beasts that may or may not stop from killing and eating each other.
Beasts that may or may not step in a quantum reset.
But why should you care about each and every beast out there? The universe is teeming with intelligent life. All sorts of alien beasts. Infinite and zero come together to define the illusion of time. Like a veil between you and the word. A sensation that brings no pleasure.
The knowledge and practice of transcendence begins when you embrace your own beast, when your self finds pleasure within the present, when the harmony of the flesh allows peace so your soul can fly. For minutes, for hours, for days even.