The g spot, well actually everyone is looking for the
g-spot of spirit. It is not really in one specific location. And as much as
excitation seems to be the deducible logic intended, that’s not really the
pursuit. The g-spot of spirit is more like a vibratory knock on the door of
being and the heavens open. It is not for intake but more for out pour. Instead
of studied experiential input there is grandeur, an outflow of sumptuousness
splendor beyond the surmise of understanding. To say it is orgasmic is somewhat
limiting of perception and perspective. Being self-generative in this way by
the most essential of means is whole brain and body harmonic recruitment. The
aura is fountaining in the foremost pheromone essence way possible. People at a
distance would remark from a charisma selection of words. The affect and effect
meet in a kiss of presence that has no beginning and seeks no end. The human
dynamic transcends the bind of familiarity’s weave. Recognition for what it is
worth at present seeks no comparison of values but fully surrenders to bathe in
the outpour and feel immersed in a nameless divinity of silence that shimmers.
As much a body represents the knock at the door, that which is voluminous and
also enormity put together are seamless as the quanta is an expending field
embrace without the meltdown of particulars but that which is the consciousness
of all as one, divinely comprised. Be assured that the g-spot of spirit is
everywhere there is matter but access is a consideration of being one with the universe
that is exciting you through your heart, your senses and your consciousness.
The g-spot of spirit you’re looking for, well you’re probably unconsciously
touching it as it is so thoroughly and sacredly touching you . . .
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