The Ecstasy Of Making Love To Sherri

It has been some time since I blog on my own blog. I posted on other sacred communities blogs, i.e. “We Are The Lovers”, (No longer accessible) “The Oneness Experiment”, (No longer accessible) and “Radical Man”, (A private and closed blog).

Tonight, I revisited the “You Are God” blog and it trigger an important, yet sacred dream I had earlier this month involving Sherri, my first wife, now decease. This special dream occurred the week of what would have been our 29th anniversary. I was privileged to share this dream with a friend and confidante earlier this week. The words she said and the things she told me intrigued me.

Many years have gone by since our divorce in 1988, and since that time, I’ve been a man with hidden rage. Yes, I am a man of cover up anger. The truth comes out and I am vulnerable.

In the early morning hours when most dreams occurred, I was making mad, passionate love to Sherri, a pleasantly plum, Goddess-shape body. The two parties were one flesh in throve in the act of love making, kissing each centimeter of the softest skin to touch.

I woke up to the alarm of the clock radio, in tears, I heard the words going from my heart to my head, “I forgive you, Sherri. I love you.” Oh My God! Did I just have a break through? Than came the memories of the sweetest, one hour bus ride home the very night I lost my virginity to my soon-to-be first wife. All I can think about was our two bodies being together.

One day, I was in ecstasy. The next day, I was sitting in shame in front of a Mormon Bishop. I asked my friend in confidante, why is it the male ego is eager to shame us when no harm was done, only a beautiful expressive act of love was preformed? Her answer was, they are cut off from Divine Feminine, which is the body.

If you want to have a love affaire with the Divine, you will not allow anyone to shame you. To love the Beloved Divine is to love the Self. You are the Beloved. You Are God.