The Places Only Arousal Can Reach

There are dimensions of reality that never get touched on traditional spiritual paths. Entire inner continents that don’t open without arousal.

You can meditate for thirty years and never find the part of you that surfaces in one night with a consort who knows what she’s doing.

She will draw out the contents of your basement.

She will wait until the gate opens, and she knows that takes time. She is in no rush. She will treat you better than you treat yourself. She will face the self you built to survive—the protected, the careful, the cruel, the charming one. 

She will keep offering attention until the gate opens.

When it opens, like climax, it is undeniable. Your system begins to pour.

From there, she opens to allow the contents of below rise from within you. Fear and desire, once locked down, begin to move. She will stay with you in arousal, where truth rises without shame.

What was that like? Were you scared? Did you want it?

And you will pour. 

She will meet what is dark, shameful, taboo—even painful—with appetite. Eroticize it. She will eat it. Turn poison into fuel. Shadow into heat. Every piece will be digested, transformed into turn-on.

The karma drains as more of you returns to yourself. She forever holds the frame:

I love you not because of this.

I love you not in spite of this.

But simply: I love you with this.