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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