The range of sensorial pleasures available in this realm are quite immense, if you stop and think about it. The most obvious is sex which can range from mere friction to facilitate ejaculation all the way up to something far more sublime where your spirit looks down upon your flesh that it just managed to transcend via the power of riding the crest as you and your consort passed the energetics back and forth to achieve transcendence of separation and unification in higher realms. That is actually whats depicted upon the Ark when you see angels with wings copulating because the truth is hidden in symbols that are only seen via the initiates lens and the Kama Sutra speaks of it too but with more blatant images as do various other traditions that were fully aware that the seed which births life in this realm can be used to generate a different kind of child Self that views from an elevated perspective. But enough of the esoterics, let us speak of this realm and all its offerings which are so addictive to the Spirit as they make the Soul sing as the pleasure rolls in.
Food is quite obvious. Nothing is quite a delicious as meal cooked with care and attention, presented with affection from one who wishes you the best form of nourishment. Seven Star chefs attempt to mimic this but use extra garnish and gimmicks to justify the prices but those who are culinistas are fully aware that there are those whose kitchen and entire dining establishment takes place on the pavement where they serve up a dish in moments in exchange for pennies often have them beat. It matters not because everything from potato chips with additives like MSG thrown in to cause your senses to tingle and crave the hit, again and again, all the way up to salt, fat, sugar and those things we desire in excess because, once upon a when, they were the equivalent of unobtainium. There is nothing that quite generates an emotional response, an anchoring of feelings and a generation of bliss quite like a good meal that is served in appreciative conditions and surrounded by the appropriate environment.
Its why fine dining, fast food and the modern supermarket are the equivalent of shrines and temples built to honor the experience of a delicious repast whose pleasure magnifies when shared with the class. Something about a dish which is served for more than you can make the most simple of tastes feel absolutely exquisite and its why this, along with the next offering to tickle your senses on our list, forms such an integral part of the human experience as no man is an island. Sharing is caring. Lets drink to this!
From tea to coffee, wines and spirits, carbonated beverages and the juices of plants, fruits and anything else you can blend we’ve been sipping for as long as you can imagine. And why not? After all we are mostly liquid and even in its most basic sense that in itself can be exceedingly refreshing as it hits the spot and quenches that which others cannot even imagine nor comprehend. So essential to this realm and life itself. Ask anyone who is parched about the pleasure that flows in as this heavenly nectar flows in and introduces ease to their being. Truly amazing. The options are almost unlimited, when you think about it, because anyone can imagine what happens if you mix that with this but its the stimulants that make people fall over themselves. Even in those countries that abstain from alcohol due it being being prohibited they find themselves hammering the tea, coffee and (quite often) cigarettes as well with a reckless abandon which proves the letter of the law may be followed whilst the spirit is gladly violated in order to indulge ones whims. Still, who cares? Its not like its a sin, is it?
Caffeine is such a thing that wars have been fought over and on it as well as his roided up cousin known as amphetamine as there is most certainly a link between the lift it brings thanks to the almost total absence of threats to modern men whose ancestors didn’t have such things when fending for themselves in the wilderness as nature ensures their adrenals were activated as an when. Now we use this artificial stimulus to get us to the office and its vended on every street, every corner and almost every inch of this world knows its effects. Imagine if they attempted a prohibition like they did for alcohol way back when? People would literally march out into the streets and immediately kill whoever sanctioned and approved this, such is the power of their daily hit that keeps them sane and moving. If you’ve never quit before I highly recommend trying it. You’ll learn a lot about your Self. The second day for one whose habit is heavily entrenched feels like someone shoved a fist up your nose and grabbed all the nerves and vessels in the front of your head with a firm grip, twisted and knotted them and are attempting to take them along for the ride as they exist out of your nasal cavern.
Thats exactly how it felt. After a long absence I gave myself a hit a while ago, just to pop in and see an old friend, have a chat, see how shes doing and she was as beautiful, seductive and elegant as she’d ever been as she whispered sweet nothings in my ears. “Baby, where have you been? You know, me and you were always the perfect team. Look at all we did, what we achieved. Can you truly claim you’d be who you are without me, Ms Caffeine? Why don’t you make an honest woman out of me. A death till us part kind of thing?”. Needless to say her presence in my blood was more than a little addictive because it feels so exceptionally awesome to rev the engine and ensure it ticks over a little beyond standard because it seems like you’re accelerating whilst standing still. Even if the wheels are spinning and there is less traction in the sense of progress. My gym strength, mood, confidence, all of that lifted by increments until I realized she had her hooks in and I sent her back to the streets from which she came where there was no shortage of those who would line up for her charms and presence as she slinked off with a wink and said “I’ll see you when I see you, slick”. And she meant it as she blew a kiss like she knew I’d be back again to taste her sweet lips.
Just a quick personal example about how what we are within is so easily influenced by external aspects and the worlds of big business know this well which is why anything presented with a barcode, patent or franchised model of distribution is designed to exploit this and (hopefully) induct you into lifestyles of the flabby and sick.
Is there anything as seductive and beautiful to the senses that the bite the eyes present? Especially in this visually driven generation where image is everything, even if its edited to death and the real person looks nothing like this. It matters not. “Give me a double scoop of illusion please with loads of those deluding sprinkles” sing the neurons of men, women and children who realize not the effects of Hollywoods spell that extended from the movies and into the realm of the common man as well where its all became a performance that never ends as the pressure to look perfect at all times is immense and daily claims more Victims with its siren call of likes, followings and subscribes as they plead for you to ring that bell and feed them attention. “I don’t know what it is but I always seem to attract the wrong kind of men” she said, like I was interested in hearing her lament. Seeing as I had a free moment I decided to hand out a reality check that she wouldn’t cash because of its implications:
“Look, your skin naturally isn’t that shade, nor are your eyelashes that big. Those nails are as fake as the weave on your head and if we remove the heels you drop by four inches and thats about what you had added to your breasts and we’ll keep the lipo a secret even though its obvious a bit of nip/tuck happened and then there is the lips, the teeth that are artificially whitened and on top of this the further airbrushed and filtered image but underneath all of this is the fact that every single man previous and current has had more than a wide streak of reckless violence, criminal intent or an addiction to adrenaline and thats why you like them because you want to be the one that changes them, so why cry when what you get is exactly what it says on the tin? Ever considered what may happen if you were actually authentic? Not just with them but also your Self?”
It was amusing to notice that as she progressed and the flower of youth was wilting she was lamenting something different and that was how the attention wasn’t coming like it once did as she settled for a mild mannered accountant to show her friends that she had found someone who would put up with her BS even though she was bored out of her head and craved the kind of men who were either dead, in jail or still tearing up young girls like she was back then as there was no such concept of the shelf or wall when it came to men who arouse these primal passions.
All visual. How many men have heard “If only I could find a man like you!” as they recline in the zone of friend, trying to hide what is erect in an attempt to nice their way in to what is stimulating the heck out of the rods and cones in their head? The quiet part that isn’t said is “A man like you but actually attractive”. Men are the same thing because there are many who have a ride or die six that was with them from the pavement to the penthouse who’ll they’ll swiftly trade in for one that is a newer model, size six, and comes equipped with a shovel, ready to dig, and the veneer of affection required to get you to write her ticket all because she is so darn arousing and seductive.
We are addicted to beauty, no matter how these body positive relabeled fatsos attempt to force a narrative and yet there once was a time when these Rubenesque belles were the most desired in the realm for the full figured gorgeousness so its all about the script, I guess. Its interesting how times shift and now its all about being thin whilst at the same time there is all this gluttonous indulgence paraded and available in an instant. Quite an interesting contradiction and its hints at the fact that society often sets you up against yourself using the pushing of messages via the popular press and screen. In the Eighties every man was filled with dread as his woman was peering at her rear end, reflected, asking “Does my bum look big in this?” whereas now its the opposite. “Be anything but your Self” is the silent message that is loudly impressed into the awareness of the gullible without them realizing the trick as they save up for a BBL.
“You smell absolutely gorgeous. I was wondering who that was” she said as I’d notice her make her entrance when all eyes swiveled in her direction. It was subtle but I spotted her nose twitch because it takes one to know another addict of the sniff. Such a primal sense. You know its wired the deepest in our brain compared to the rest and links directly to emotion, arousal and recollection as well. Its why you can catch a whiff of something in the air and immediately be transported back to a kid as you relive a memory that earlier you couldn’t marshal as vivid if your life depended on it. Its amazing how little we know about this sense and yet I could write a thesis on it because its so wonderful when developed and exceedingly powerful. “What are you wearing?” she said as she leaned in to take a sniff and placed her hand around my neck as she drew me in and inhaled in a way so seductive. Would I have had the same effect if I smelled like everyone else? Probably but thats just my confidence speaking but it does ice the cake nicely and when you meet another as enamored by the pleasures of the nostrils it can be quite amazing and ridiculously sensual as you speak a language to which the rest are oblivious. Better yet you conjure associations in her head that are firmly linked to your scent, both natural and aromachemical, that no man before or after will ever caress to the depths you imprinted. Did you know that women can smell who is attractive just from a T shirt that was worn and sweated in? With unerring precision they picked out those who they would bed there and then vs the ones they’d reject in an instant. Think about this as you’re sanitizing the most potent aphrodisiac you possess by slathering on deodorant and pushing aluminum into your system. Next comes the one that does it all and then some:
Music.
You can’t explain it but you certainly can feel it. Whether you are tapping along, off beat, due to a total lack of rhythm or singing like a cat being hit with a violin there is something primeval within that lights up with music. Not for nothing was it said that the fallen angel that came to this realm (if you believe in this) was known to knock out hits as well as those who attest, at Four AM usually, whilst gurning, that the supreme being himself sits behind the decks twiddling those switches and blending the twelves that make the dance floor bounce and shift as a sea of beings are transfixed by the beat and what it makes them feel. Even babies sense the groove and know from the womb who has their mother and fathers tones plus what soothes as well as what brings agitation to their inner realm. Unlike the rest of the senses which re-present the outer within (often with some form of editing) music is a direct one to one resonance in which there is no difference between the original and one in your head. Its why every single war, religion, nation, sports team and anything else you can mention has its own theme or jingle. Its a great method of entrainment and something quite fascinating as it offers hints about the blueprint of creation and you’ll see why the Warrior wishes to foster an intimate relationship that generates the presence within of the Psylense that makes all of existence possible as there is such huge power in this gift. Whats next?
To touch, caress and feel. Of course! What else? It can be stroking a pet that is purring in appreciation or massaging the limbs of your paramour in ways her betrothed would never think as she dare not be as wanton with one whom she has built an image inauthentic of being a good wife after spending her roaring twenties getting pounded into the next dimension by a hit she can’t quit, even after the ring. Even in ways as simple as a hug, which is akin to jump starting the electromagnetic circuits of one suffering due to the energetic patterns that project from our chest and fingertips. Feet, lips and genitals are also exquisitely mapped in detail with the former containing the links for the whole vessel just as ears do as well hence why they look like a fetus at rest. Have you ever had your lobes nibbled or ears caressed with a touch that knows what its doing as your toes curl in resonance as your blood starts flowing? Taking it to another level, fine clothes of nice materials that fit well feel amazing and create a feedback loop that spins as it boosts your self esteem and perception as well as the feeling of a blanket as the rain bounces off the roof in a steady rhythm which is technically cheating as it involves two senses but they go together so well that you instantly get the message. Its quite sad, when you think, how disconnected we are. Especially since the Pandemic in which people watched their elderly and infirm relatives die without being able to give one last kiss, hug or just feel them in the flesh before they left. All because of a mandate. Makes you question the nature of freedom when those who issued this edict were out partying with reckless abandon. Think they knew different to what they were preaching?
You may think I’ve came to the end of the list but actually I’m just beginning as the senses know no end. We can add things like humor, acceleration and its thrills as well as rarer aspects like synesthesia where you taste colors as well as the infamous sixth which is a heightened form of intuition and various other paranormal things that science denies exists but most people have Witnessed at least once in their lives. Ever wonder why thats so suppressed, taboo and classed as unintelligent to express is happening so much its almost universal? Now, I’ve said all that to say this, and it may be new to you or a familiar concept so read what comes next and lets see what happens.
Hungry ghosts.
Legend says that those who once wore flesh and walked around this realm as they were filled with immense desires that languished unfulfilled simply couldn’t give up existence at death, so intense was their attachment to pleasure. They live on, in a sense except without the instrument required to interact with the things they miss. What would an enterprising spirit do in such an occasion than hitch a lift on one still living and use their sensory apparatus to fulfill their desires and whims. “I don’t know what comes over him when he’s been drinking”. “She is a totally different person after she took that trip”. “Be careful, there are two sides to him and you don’t want to unleash the darkness because he may look like Ned Flanders but I’m certain he’s the Devil himself“.
Our language is laced with examples of this. Previous ages (whom we think were intellectual imbeciles compared to our prowess at turning on skinny TV sets as we stream content from the net via the new opiate of the masses) took a lot of this as Self evident. Stretching back through so many disparate cultures and religions we find an almost identical concept and as the previous passages attest there really is a special kind of pleasure that only humans can experience so its quite easy to see why the attachment would be so intense, especially with desired unfulfilled. Not for nothing are prisoners to be executed given their choice of a last meal, that alone should make you think. As well as why drunk tanks are pink because it makes it so much harder to be aggressive and when it comes to the rise of sentient silicon that is currently waiting in the wings that provides all I’ve mentioned and more then demands equal footing with humans its safe to safe we’re living in interesting times whilst most are just sleep walking. Such is the nature of the senses as its so easy to lose yourself in.
From the musician swaying along in a moment of sheer timeless enjoyment as they play a piece and find themselves at peace and cohesion to the lxvers who checked in to a hotel on Friday, PM and were never seen again till Monday, AM but were certainly heard cavorting as they explored what the other brings to all manner of things ranging from comfort food served well with a side helping of affection when stressed to a smell that makes you recollect a pleasurable childhood event as well as the eyes in your head that are decoding these glyphs as a method of transmitting my perspective to your awareness in an instant without my presence the implications of this in all its glory is mind blowing. Enough to make some hold on when it comes to an end and they most certainly need to be fed. Here is your starter for ten:
What alcoholic beverage is known to unleash torrents of sadness in those who imbibe it to excess and is known by exactly the same term in societies that don’t drink as the totem linked with it is seen as an evil presence that is hard to shift once connected and is, simply put, demonic?
Till we meet again
