When you increase arousal, it will increase attachment before it dissolves. You’ll feel it more. The longing. The clinging. The “I have to have this or I’ll die.” This is the natural process of abetting. You have to stay with it long enough, hot enough, awake enough, that it exhausts itself. You have to go back. Over and over to the place you always bail, to the pattern that still owns you, to the moment you froze, and you bring arousal there, you bring approval, you bring your full erotic capacity to the place where you usually leave.
This is the return. The thing no one wants to talk about because it’s not glamorous or transcendent. It asks everything of you. But it is also where freedom lives because you don’t get free by rising above karma. You get free by diving into its heart while it’s still gripping you, while it still tastes like shame or fantasy or that feeling you can’t quite name that keeps showing up in your silence, or in your need to control.
Mindfulness won’t do it: it can soften the edges, but it will never dissolve the root. Not on its own. Not at this level. You want the moment when the scene breaks open and something bigger than you lets go. You want to walk all the way in and meet the force itself. You want to look karma in the face and say, I’m here now.
That’s how karma dissolves; that’s how the fire burns clean.