Love vs Sex 79 (#2 on Tantric Sex)

The male body and the female body are similar, but still different in many, many ways. And the difference is always complementary. Whatsoever is positive in the male body will be negative in the female body; and whatsoever is positive in the female body will be negative in the male body. That is why when we meet in deep orgasm, they become one orgasm. The positive meets the negative, the negative meets the positive, and both become one—one circle of electricity.

Hence so much attraction for sex, so much appeal. This appeal is not because man is a sinner or immoral, it is not because the modern world has become too licentious; it is not because of obscene films and literature—it is very deeply rooted, very cosmic. The attraction is because both male and female are half circuits, and there is an inherent tendency in existence to transcend whatsoever is incomplete and to become complete. This is one of the ultimate laws (of natural order…Cribb characterization)— the tendency towards completion. Nature abhors incompleteness, any type of incompleteness. The male is incomplete, the female incomplete, and they can have only one moment of completion—when their electrical circuits become one, when the two are dissolved.

That is why the two most important words in all languages are love and prayer. In love you become one with a single individual; in prayer you become one with the whole cosmos. And love and prayer are similar as far as their inner workings are concerned.

 

Osho, Vigyan Bhairav Tantra, Vol. 2, Chapter 27

Quoted in The Heart of Tantric Sex

Diana Richardson          2003

Love vs Sex 78

Together with my lover, as we embraced the Tantric teachings, penetrating the deeper waters of sex and the heightened love that arose through it, my life took on a new vision, and I felt as if I was arriving home.

Today I can see that the roots of true contentment lie not on the outside of me, but rather within me, and sex has become a vehicle for me to contact my core, my inner world, my silent self.

It has given me much more depth and substance than my ambitions and achievements ever could.

Tantra reminds us that true relaxation starts with sex. Unfortunately, in our society we have forgotten the art of relaxation in most areas of life. And sex in particular has become a source of anxiety and stress for many of us. We are conditioned with countless fears and tensions around sex, but once we begin to relax during the sexual act, we will find that many of our anxieties and unhappinesses naturally subside.

If we can relax into the sex energy, the inner comfort that it produces will radiate out giving the rest of life that same quality of relaxation and loving ease. In exploring sex we become more intimate with our own body and sexuality and that of our partner, too. With this comes an acceptance of the simple truth, with nothing hidden, that naked is sacred. And out of this arises a confidence based on self-understanding.

Through the experience of Tantra, we find that what we have always hoped is true: love and joy can be a tangible reality for each of us, not an impossible dream.

 

The Heart of Tantric Sex

Diana Richardson          2003

 

Cribb Comment:

I think these principles are absolutely essential to achieving the full potential of a sexual experience. The difference I have witnessed in lovers who have been relaxed, yielding with their own exposed vulnerability, and able to forget about any type of guilt or judgement imposed by any societal element, and other lovers plagued by any form of quilt, anxiety, insecurity, or fear of vulnerability and the yielding of control, is enormous. This latter group (the plagued group) always tends to believe any sexual glitches they may have are outside of themselves and interestingly enough, they most often absolutely refuse to discuss the matter whatsoever. The act of such “plaguing” seems to express itself in these lover’s dislike of sensual stimulation or intimacy not directly related to immediate orgasm, wet kisses, loss of their own “authoritarian/dictatorship” role during (and what I might add, outside as well) the act, and of course, difficultly with obtaining orgasm, especially via interaction with their lover. This “plagued” group prefers to “pound it out”, actually with less desire and emphasis on foreplay, and they prefer to avoid direct eye contact/union. And finally, they seem to find it easier to have sex with toys than with a human partner.

The principles of accepting the naked person that resides in your inner core as a healthy entity of accountability, choice, and non-excuse, and being willing to share that naked person with another in a relaxed and intimate state, are fundamental to healthy sex and the further pursuit of obtaining the highest degree of transcendent sexual union possible.

 

Cribb          2014

 

Warrior Poet Mental Yoga 26

The Key to Fear and Obliterating Courage (my characterization)

What a “hero” might do against the muffled synaptic screaming of hardwired survival instincts, a psychopath might do in silence—without even breaking a sweat. And to set the compass spinning even faster, Leslie (a high level psychopath confined to Broadmoor psychiatric hospital) introduces another existential conundrum to the proceedings.

“But it’s not about functionality, though, is it?” he demurs. “The thing about fear, or the way I understand fear, I suppose—because, to be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever really felt it—is that most of the time it’s completely unwarranted anyway. What is it they say? Ninety-nine percent of the things people worry about never happen. So what’s the point?”

“I think the problem is that people spend so much time worrying about what might happen, what might go wrong, they completely lose sight of the present. They completely overlook the fact that, actually, right now, everything’s perfectly fine. You can see that quite clearly in your interrogation exercise. What was it that chap told you? It’s not the violence that breaks you. It’s the threat of it. So why not just stay in the moment?”

“I mean, think about it. Like Jamie says, while you were lying under that lump of concrete—or rather, what you thought was concrete—nothing bad was really happening to you, was it? Okay, a four-poster might’ve been more relaxing. But actually, if you’d been asleep, you’d really have been none the wiser, would you?”

“Instead, what freaked you out was your imagination. Your brain was on fast forward mode, whizzing and whirring through all the possible disasters that might unfold. But didn’t.”

“So the trick, whenever possible, I propose, is to stop your brain from running ahead of you. Keep doing that and sooner or later, you’ll kick the courage habit, too.”

 

 

The Wisdom of Psychopaths

Kevin Dutton         2012

Love vs Sex 77

A Hockey Love Letter

To look up in the stands and see two girls dancing and waving at you with overjoyed and welcoming smiles on their faces is really a tender touching thing…it is magical and if I tried to say it didn’t make me feel like a NHL All-star or a king or a superhero or a dad, I would be lying.

And to see mom and her gorgeous aura up there too…maybe with even a broader crazy ass smile than the children…looking so damn lovely, and maybe so damn lost with the actual game, but all the while still looking at me with bedazzlement and intrigue and wonder, and dare I say some “hockey” love, is a thing that made my night and something that I must admit truly means everything to me and my world.

Cribb to a Lovely Lady of Hopeful Possibilities          2014

The Christ Move – 1

It seems that the Christ move is almost always required to make a difference…to make or help someone somewhere see the truth through un-glitched or unglazed-over sight. You just can’t speak and easily relate the absolute meaning of truth, balance, peace, stability, and the utmost importance of observational, rational, introspective deduction to almost anyone, often including yourself, and actually have them (or yourself) hear, perceive, and register that information accurately with a willing desire of application. The madness, the rewritten distorted reality, and the inherent instability have just gotten too much of a grip on everyone and everything. It is this existence of perpetual bombardment by doublespeak, doublethink, and groupthink that makes individual sanity, true balance, and genuine unrelenting peace almost unattainable. Such, is simply too hard, requiring too much individual application and focus by and on oneself. Everyone finds the immediate gratification of diving into such explosive nervous (unstable) energy too irresistible….a pseudo-transient-feeling of immediate peace and comfort from unity with the destabilizing herd chosen over a perpetual existence of less exciting and perhaps seemingly boring stability and balance. It parallels the short-term racing intoxication of a drug versus the hum drum of un-intoxicated life. Both are transcendence…from the drug, most likely horizontal…..but through a communion of destabilizing tormentable energy (which I could easily equate to the gallows of Hell) could it be anything more than downward (transcendence)? I think not. And whether or not a sinner has deceivingly brainwashed himself into believing his sins are not really sins does not change the undeniable fact that his sin is still sin regardless of his delusion…and more importantly his sin (downward transcendence) is not only against himself, but even more so against existence itself. So, humanity through willful or apathetic delusional acceptance, continues to sin and propagate such sins (again downward transcendence) throughout all of existence to drown out any separatist voice or word that might literally change the reality for all if given an audience of any sort. That is the danger. As long as true stability is eliminated from the equation, then the kings or queens of neurotics can over-dominate all of the other lesser neurotics without even the effort or sacrifice of being balanced and fair and uplifting to all. And the endless hierarchy of tiered over-dominance that trickles down under the kings and queens is the same….all of it built on the ease of the most selfish lie of a norm of supreme ego-centric unbalanced behavior. All of the kings and all of queens and all of the subjects then operate on a currency of “accepted and normalized” destabilization which is always complicit with the bonds of interrelated fear. This stoked fear provides the excuses for the reciprocal destabilization of the new norm in every, every realm (business, government, religion, relationships, children, pets, etc.)

It is a giant pyramid scheme of exhilarating destabilization where the bullshit “sales pitches” flow perpetually and exuberantly in a mantra of support and encouragement and mass delusion for all, to make those on the lower ranks “buy in” and constantly feed those at the top (with power, servitude, and/or money), while those at the top retain their “undeserved” power, status, and influence on all only via their bastardization of the principles of natural order and the delusions associated with such that they craft and project into the psyche of the more gullible masses.

To be continued…

Cribb          2014

Warrior Poet Mental Yoga 25

Where’s the man you were with?

He died.

Was that your father?

Yes. He was my papa.

I’m sorry.

I don’t know what to do.

I think you should come with me.

 

Are you one of the good guys?

 

The man pulled back the hood from his face. His hair was long and matted. He looked at the sky. As if there were anything to be seen. He looked at the boy. Yeah, he said. I’m one of the good guys. Why don’t you put the pistol away?

I’m not supposed to let anyone take the pistol. No matter what.

I don’t want your pistol. I just don’t want you pointing it at me.

Okay.

Where’s your stuff?

We don’t have much stuff.

Have you got a sleeping bag?

No.

What have you got? Some blankets?

My papa’s wrapped in them.

Show me.

The boy didn’t move. The man watched him. He squatted on one knee and swung the shotgun up from under his arm and stood it in the road and leaned on the fore-stock. The shotgun shells in the loops of the bandolier were handloaded and the ends sealed with candle wax. He smelled of woodsmoke. Look, he said You got two choices here. There was some discussion about whether to even come after you at all. You can stay here with your papa and die or you can go with me. If you stay you need to keep out of the road. I don’t know how you made it this far. But you should go with me.You’ll be all right.

How do I know you’re one of the good guys?

 

You don’t. You’ll have to take a shot.

 

Are you carrying the fire?

 

Am I what?

 

Carrying the fire?

 

You’re kinda weirded out, aren’t you?

 

No.

 

Just a little.

 

Yeah.

 

That’s okay.

 

So are you?

 

What, carrying the fire?

 

Yes.

 

Yeah. We are.

Do you have any kids?

We do.

Do you have a little boy?

We have a little boy and we have a little girl.

How old is he?

He’s about your age. Maybe a little older.

And you didn’t eat them.

No.

You don’t eat people.

No. We don’t eat people.

And I can go with you?

Yes. You can.

Okay then.

Okay.

 

The Road

Cormac McCarthy         2006

 

Warrior Poet Mental Yoga 24

The man took his hand, wheezing. You need to go on, he said. I can’t go with you. You need to keep going. You don’t know what might be down the road. We were always lucky. You’ll be lucky again. You’ll see. Just go. It’s all right. 

I can’t.

It’s all right. This has been a long time coming. Now it’s here. Keep going south. Do everything the way we did it. 

You’re going to be okay. Papa. You have to.

No I’m not. Keep the gun with you at all times. You need to find the good guys but you can’t take any chances. No chances. Do you hear?

I want to be with you.

You can’t.

Please.

You can’t. You have to carry the fire.

 

I don’t know how to.

 

Yes you do.

 

Is it real? The fire?

 

Yes it is.

 

Where is it? I don’t know where it is.

 

Yes you do. It’s inside of you. It was always there. I can see it.

Just take me with you. Please.

I can’t.

Please, Papa.

I can’t. I can’t hold my dead son in my arms. I thought I could but I can’t.

You said you wouldn’t ever leave me. 

I know. I’m sorry. You have my whole heart. You always did. You’re the best guy. You always were. If i’m not here you can still talk to me. You can talk to me and I’ll talk to you. You’ll see. 

Will I hear you?

Yes. You will. You have to make it like talk that you imagine. And you’ll hear me. You have to practice. Just don’t give up. Okay?

Okay. 

Okay.

I’m really scared Papa. 

I know. But you’ll be okay. You’re going to be lucky. I know you are. I’ve got to stop talking. I’m going to start coughing again. 

It’s okay, Papa. You don’t have to talk. It’s okay. 

 

The Road

Cormac McCarthy          2006