My mind jolts me awake and starts rambling at 5:30 in the morning. My mind rambles on about the nakedness of God. The fire in my heart starts to burn with the knowledge of the nakedness of God. Questions begin to rise in my mind, why do we as a culture cover up our beautiful, sacred bodies? How will we ever know the Divine if we cover up ourselves with the clothes of the ego? I think I have been influence by the writings of Anakha Coman, and I had lost my mind. So what? Big deal. Rumi lost his mind in the ecstasy of God. I must be in good company?
Could it be I was brain washed… I was reprogrammed into thinking, when Adam and Eve were found naked in the Garden of Eden, they were given garments representing the coat of skins to cover up their nakedness. When Adam and Eve discovered their nakedness, they hide from the presence of God for they were ashamed. God was angry with them for partaking of the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil. Is there something I’m missing here? I don’t get it. Why would God be pissed off at his own magnificent creation dancing in the nude?
Remembering a scene from the movie, Titanic, Jack sketches a artist rendition of Rose in all her magnificent glory to which she replies to her interviewers, “It is the most erotic moment in my life.” Of course the screenplay is only fictional which gives it the most sensual moment in the whole movie. The recent experience of a young, beautiful woman baring her breasts in an act of self-expression for freedom with the Divine were both shocking and erotic for me. A part of me was surprisingly shock due to the lack of exposure to the female anatomy. Another part of me was aroused by her beauty and her willingness to display herself in celebration of the Divine sacred feminine in front of the dancing crowd.
I’m back from the day’s events… the morning at Celebration Church and the afternoon at work. It’s time to get to the point and wrap up the ramblings of this blog before my bed time.
It was if my thinking mind had made 180 degree turn back the wrong way.
STOP RIGHT THERE, MISTER! There is no WRONG WAY in this journey you are now on.
Oh boy. Here we go again. More rambling of Manasseh.
No. It is your own mind that is doing the rambling, Peter. This is the very point why you were mentally sick the last five years of your “Mormon Life.”
What do you mean by mentally sick?
Admit it, Peter. Why won’t you acknowledge the truth of who you are instead of denying it?
Do you realize people read this blog?
I understand. What? Are you afraid of a little embarrassment? Big fucking deal. What has Anakha been teaching you the past couple of months?
Okay. I’ll admit it. I watched pornography movies during the time I was attending the Temple.
Now, we’re getting somewhere. You’re making some progress.
How long do we have to continue this blog? I’m tired and I want to go bed.
It’s your choice. It’s your blog. It’s your mind, and you are responsible for your own mind. You may quit anytime you like. Just give the blog a title and you’re done. I’m sure Anakha is waiting to read it.
She going to think I’m creepy for writing about pornography.
I can’t believe you have such shallow mind to even think this way, let alone to write it. You are above it. Anakha is above it.
I always wonder how this started out as a one-person narrative, and it turns into a two people narration? I don’t know why, Manasseh, you have to butt in, when I was doing well with the one-person narrative?
Now, you’re being rude. You need to go to bed. I butt in to squish your ego, Peter.
I’m way off point of my blog. I’m just rambling now. I have lost my mind. I’m going crazy.
No, Peter, you just need go to sleep.
May be I won’t publish this crazy blog.
GOOD NITE, PETER.! Don’t forget the title.
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