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  • 30.08.2020. 23:06h

    Član emilio-iiMerlin0

    Zamislite si samo i doškolovanu "Presidenticu" tamo neke "Vukojebine" a koja ni kao "Doktorantica" ne pomišlja objasniti "Kornatsku Tragediju" ?

    Po "maternici" bi trebala biti jadna i sa ostalim "jadnicama" ?

    Međutim je ona sve to i prezrijela i jer "Napalm" je ono što nju napaljuje ?

    Naime bi na prijemnom ispitu za Harwarda bilo izviješeno pitanje ?

    Možete li kvalificirati svoje dijete poricanjem našeg Izlijeva napaljenosti ?

    Dakako da bi i Melanija bila na našoj strani jer i oboje "nisu jadne" ?

    Uzevši u obzir:*THE FEMALE ORGASMIC PRACTICES
    SPENT THE REST OF THE AFTERNOON AND EVENING ALONE in doña Celestina’s home. When no one returned by dinner, I heated some chicken tamales and served them smothered with pumpkin seed mole sauce. I felt that everyone was intentionally giving me some time to be alone, so after dinner I listened to Mozart on a National Public Radio broadcast from Yuma and then went to bed. I was awakened by a knock at my bedroom door at about 4 in the morning. Having turned in early the previous night, I was not at all startled by the knock. I ran my fingers through my hair and opened the door to find doña Celestina standing there, fully dressed. “Put on your robe and come to my garden,” she whispered. I slipped a dusk-colored silk dressing gown over my nightgown and followed her through the passageway, turning right down the little hall before reaching the waiting area of her consultation room. She unlocked a wooden door at the end of the small hallway and I saw that it opened onto her enclosed private garden. A very fragrant night-blooming flower abounded there. The air was heady with large white trumpeting blossoms opened to the moonlight, which she called “florifundio.” I was also immediately aware of the presence of many huge flying moths. They flitted and sputtered everywhere. We tiptoed along a tiny path that led to a mesh nursery of sorts, larger than a bird house but smaller than a dovecote, where, thanks to the moonlight, I could make out many cocoons in various stages of development attached to the sides of the mesh. There were quite a few large, moist, partially chewed leaves at the bottom of the construction, which appeared to have served as food for the larvae or the emerging adult. I remembered having read that many moths like nightshade and I looked around to see if any was about, noticing only the florifundio. I also noticed that something which looked very like honey had been applied to some leaves that were stuck into the mesh, and also to some of those sitting half-eaten at the bottom of the
    nursery. “What kind of moths are they?” I asked. “Come and have a look,” she whispered and led me to a bush where a very large moth sat resting, wings opened. It was glorious—beautiful buttery vanilla ice cream with caramel swirls for colors, and large eye designs on the wings, which when opened were as massive as the palm of my hand. I crooned. “She’s letting you get very close,” doña Celestina said. “See if you can touch her, but not on the wings. Touch her underside. That’s what she’ll like.” I extended the tip of my ring finger to softly stroke her furry, bulbous underbody. Her hair was thick and soft, like shaved ermine. The touch seemed pleasurable to her and she moved her body rhythmically back and forth to meet the tip of my finger. “That’s enough,” doña Celestina said. “We don’t want to bother her. We just want to say hello.” “This garden is beautiful at night,” I remarked in earnest praise, drinking in the luminosity of the silvery, milky light that seemed to rest like dew on the surface of every living thing within it. “I thought you would appreciate it,” doña Celestina whispered. “This is my private place, where I come for a recharge.” “It’s magical!” I exclaimed, almost wanting to dance among the flowers, the moths, and the moonlight. “I brought you here because healing work, although it circulates and feeds the sexual energies, can sometimes sap them a bit. I want to teach you some personal practices that are very private, sensual, abundant, and sublime like my garden here, practices that are just for women.” Doña Celestina motioned toward a place on the ground where I could see fired clay tiles, creating a space large enough for sitting, set not far from a simple earthen bird basin and many flowering florifundio. We sat cross-legged on the tiles facing each other, and folding our garments underneath us. “I’m going to speak candidly,” she began. “Very well,” I said. “I’m a grown woman. I’ve no time for prudery. We’re going to deepen the topic of the female orgasm.” “What, do you mean Chon didn’t want to teach me this?” I giggled.
    She smiled back in her sly way, teeth glinting in the moonlight. “You just wait. Juan is going to talk with you about the men.” I gulped. That got to me. The mood was not one of whispered secrets in the wee hours. I humbly realized that I did not even know everything about my own body’s responses, much less the capabilities of another gender, and that I was about to acquire life knowledge. “Women are different from men,” doña Celestina said, “not just by virtue of the womb, but also in that they are capable of a series of multiple climaxes, without losing the energy from one to the next. If a woman knows what she is doing, she can pull on an energetic column within the center of her being and the sensations of energy will move upward, like going up a flight of stairs. It is possible for them to continue upward until they reach and fountain out of the top of her head, only to be recirculated again at the bottom of her pool of energy, and sent back up to the top. “The waters of a woman’s womb, as I told you in my altar room, are present if the woman has the capacity for orgasmic response. If she has lost that capacity, we say she is ‘cracked,’ like a broken vessel, because this energy center leaks. It is dried up, strained, and weak. Women must explore their own bodies and work through emotional traumas to rekindle their ability to reach climaxes of pleasure, if this possibility has been lost in them. As Chon has often told you, joy is soothing, balancing, and life-affirming. It strengthens the body for what it must endure, be it childbirth, hardship, old age, whatever. Many women who have lost their capacity for pleasure, and have lost the waters of the womb, instead reach climaxes of pain, which are life-denying and destructive, weakening to the forces, since they are unnecessary. “A woman must recover her capacity for orgasm, not only once but consecutively. Too often we look to the men for our examples. In this case it should be the other way around. Once this multiple capacity has been found, a woman may then go on to what I will share with you now.” “Before you do, doña, what are the key points in working through emotional traumas? You are always able to concentrate issues into their essence.” I was keenly interested in advice that she might have for women. “First of all,” she said, “recognize that male energy can be indolent. Some individuals just want to expel the sexual energies to relieve themselves of pressure. This angers the serpent in both males and females and can cause trauma. The serpent will shed skins and, over time, will turn such uses of male
    energy into a fat ogre or a wasted weakling, as it ages. On the other hand, many females withhold orgasmic responses out of manipulation, anger, or fear. This only cheats them, and with no waters they begin to shrivel from the inside out, or perhaps they remain emotional children. It would be far better for all to recognize these scenarios, end these relationships, and explore the pure nature of sexual energies, but often people remain in unfulfilling or even dangerous situations, in the hopes of material benefit, companionship, or protection. Their own strength and resourcefulness would be better served as their protector, provider, and companion, but perhaps they lack courage. They seek someone else to fulfill them. You have seen for yourself in my consultation where these situations can lead. “To compound that, we now live in a male dominator society throughout most of the world and this also works its ills on both males, females, and their offspring. Couple that with the repression implemented by organized religions and government exploitation and you have a real mess. There are many steps to retrace.” “So, as with other practices of shamanism, in this day and age, the key is that we almost unlearn some of what we have learned and begin afresh,” I paraphrased. “Surviving in non-conventional circumstances will strengthen and purify us, and deepens our wisdom, generating energy for us and allowing us to function in life through a healthy alternative.” “Exactly,” the doña nodded, “but it’s not always necessary to throw the baby out with the bath water. Some people, like shamans and wise women, never really agree with the status quo. Perhaps because of it they would not even survive, if not for some unseen power. That makes them desirable in times of need. They never totally buy into the world order, hook, line and sinker. You are one of those people, Merlina, and that is why you have so much freed energy to work with. You are not entangled in believing in a system, nor are you locked into rebelling against one. You have tremendous energy, and fortunately for you it is not caught by things that do not work. This is an ideal situation. Such a position has much to offer female empowerment.” “Back to your practices,” I said thoughtfully, “How does a woman pull her sexual responses into higher energy centers, and what is the purpose, other than the circulation of the energy?” I asked. “Even if the purpose were only circulation, that would be enough,” doña Celestina answered. “As Chon has told you, circulating the energy is cleansing,
    healing, and restorative. It releases blocks, fills depletions, and balances the being. There is more to it, however. First of all, a woman not only circulates energy, she can actually generate energy with orgasm. Remember that this energy is not lost, being expelled from the body, as is the case for the male. A woman retains orgasmic energy within the body. She must pull the energy upwards so that all the energy centers, the entire energy body in fact, reap the benefits. Otherwise this energy is wasted in another way, through imbalance, which can cause problems. One center will overfill and the others will go wanting, doing the work but receiving no replenishment. That is how a woman can exhaust herself. So you see, she must shift her focus and address all her energy centers. That is why I shifted mine and brought you here into my garden. “This place has powerful sexual energy of a higher sort,” she continued. “It is silvery and placental in the moonlight. The earth is cool. The night flowers are open, fragrant and blooming. And the moths . . . just look at them, pulsating, buzzing with energy, so lush and sensual!” A very large Cecropia moth alighted near us. “Observe the body,” doña Celestina explained, pointing gently to the beautiful creature with a bent index finger. The moth was perched at the tip of a florifundio blossom. It spread its wings and appeared to be resting there. “Look at the wing span!” she whispered. “Her energy must fountain above the tips of her antennae and out to the sides, well beyond the breadth of her wings, and then return to her base to act as the generator for pumping those wings in flight. As a caterpillar she spun her cocoon from her lower sexual center, digesting leaves to feed it. Now she is purely highly sexual, the energy has been elevated. She eats less and the energy emerges from the higher centers rather than from the lower, to create her wings and flight!” Doña Celestina’s explanation of the life cycle of these moths was matchless. I was in awe observing them as they fluttered about in the light of the waning moon. “The woman’s internal energy column is like the silk cord of the moths, then?” I volunteered. “So it is!” she spoke emphatically. “They are speaking to you now. You have got a good dusting of their knowledge out here in these early hours. That same pulling and throbbing motion that a moth uses to emit her silken thread can also be used to pull the energy back in and up through the body, to come out of the head and fountain around our energetic wing span. Don Juan and Chon have
    already taught you the fire breath. For the orgasmic woman, the breath may be pulled up the central column rather than up the back. This is a difference present in the woman’s orgasmic breath. One powerful inward breath, combined with one abdominal contraction and an upward pull on all of the internal muscles originating in the inner thighs, through the vagina and upwards, will lift the energy generation one rung on the ladder.” “Wow!” I felt silly at my own lack of eloquence, but that sound just exploded from my lips. Doña Celestina controlled the desire to snicker at me. She demonstrated the breath and I followed her example, breathing energy up from the vaginal area with an inhale accompanied by an abdominal contraction, coupled with inner thigh, vaginal, and uterine contractions. “You may wonder how an old Indian woman comes across knowledge like this,” she smiled. “The fact is, as a young woman I first learned from a midwife. Many of the tools and magical implements that are on a witch’s altar can also be found among the midwife’s medicine bag, the knives, the water, the herbs, the knowledge of the time and place for various breaths, pushes, and muscle contractions . . . When I was a girl, Indian women in Mexico had to deliver without doctors. Most of the time they wouldn’t even allow us in the hospitals if we were dying. In those cases sometimes a doctor would come to us. Villages had to have curanderos [healers], shamans, midwives, witches and the like in order to survive the normal hazards of life. We really did learn things that people don’t seem to know today. “During a girl’s puberty initiation, for example, she would be taught not just about menstruation and reproduction but also about giving, receiving, and enhancing pleasure. She would then ingest either Datura or an alcohol extract of tobacco, and would sometimes also ingest a certain type of red ant that lives in these deserts. The initiate would experience visions and would have to bridge them, and if the women shamans present saw an omen about the girl, she would be taught female power and would apprentice with a healer, a midwife, or a witch. In my case I apprenticed at one time or another with all three. My special talent was, of course, for sorcery.” “Don Juan has told me about some of the male initiation sites in the area. Do the women still have sites as well, doña Celestina?” I asked with great curiosity. “Oh, yes. It is really too bad that you do not have this in your culture. Perhaps this is something the circle of women should begin. We do have sites,
    rattlesnake caves and pillar stones. I’ll even take you to one. There you’ll see the red handprints of many female initiates, red for the menstrual blood and power, and red rattlesnake motifs painted by young women such as myself, who succeeded in Seeing the rattlesnake spirit and received some of the power. Once we have finished your instruction, before we let you return to Yuma for a while, I’ll take you there myself. For now, though, we are going to saturate you with knowledge, while we have all three of your teachers in one place, staying here in my home. Do you have any questions about the women’s applications of fire breath?” “Can the woman’s breath be used at other times or only during sexual arousal?” I asked. “It is always used during arousal, but it’s important to know that arousal doesn’t necessarily mean human intercourse, or even some kind of consensual act between human partners. One may feel sexually aroused and potentiated by the forces of nature. Women, for example, can have intercourse with fire, or the steaming water of a cauldron, or with the wind. All that need be done is to breathe the energy in. Allow it to enter into the body. When sensations begin, when the serpent begins to awaken, fire up the energy with the breath and pull it upward, center by center. Women do not need men, or even acts of selfexcitation for their sexual satisfaction. The elements and forces will provide this if a woman is sensual enough. Also remember that sexual responses that are circulated through all the centers with the fire breath actually generate energy for the female. This is most important. She can increase and replenish her energy through her sexual response. That is the core of the message, but it must be accomplished properly and with the right intent. Simply engaging in wanton intercourse will not increase energy. It will only increase appetite.” I laughed. “The sun will be up soon,” doña Celestina said. “Perhaps you would like a steamy shower and a nice hot cup of ephedra before breakfast.” “Thank you for sharing your garden and your knowledge with me, doña,” I said, rising to go. “This is something I’ll never forget.” “I hope not,” she replied, “because Juan has some tall tales for you later today! If you practice the breath, Merlina, the energies will never forget you either.” I raised my eyebrows with interest, smiling at the thought, and pushed the wooden door open.*

    (“The waters of a woman’s womb, as I told you in my altar room, are present if the woman has the capacity for orgasmic response. If she has lost that capacity, we say she is ‘cracked,’ like a broken vessel, because this energy center leaks. It is dried up, strained, and weak. Women must explore their own bodies and work through emotional traumas to rekindle their ability to reach climaxes of pleasure, if this possibility has been lost in them. As Chon has often told you, joy is soothing, balancing, and life-affirming. It strengthens the body for what it must endure, be it childbirth, hardship, old age, whatever. Many women who have lost their capacity for pleasure, and have lost the waters of the womb, instead reach climaxes of pain, which are life-denying and destructive, weakening to the forces, since they are unnecessary. “A woman must recover her capacity for orgasm, not only once but consecutively. Too often we look to the men for our examples. In this case it should be the other way around. Once this multiple capacity has been found, a woman may then go on to what I will share with you now.”)

    Bila je tako lijepa a nije onaj "Srbin-Stojnić" = Razumnost je predodređena da duže traje ali nuspojavno rađa i monstruoznosti a što je i u zavisnosti od učestalosti onih koji si uzrujavanjem/pjesništvom skračuju život ???

  • 31.08.2020. 00:39h

    Član emilio-iiMerlin0

    Tojest i kada bi i svi naš Voždovi i bii "suhoparni kao barut" !?

    Još uvijek bismo se mogli i "a-testirati na vlažnost njihovih družica" ?!

    Najprirodnije bi bilo da to učini Papa i iz svoje Svete Stolice ?

    Osim i ako nije prekardašio u zavijetu Siromaštva...........

    Tojest i pobrkao "kaj-iman" sa "Kajmanima"......

    Ispovijest sa ....... zapovijedima ???

    "Prolaznost" sa Viječnošču ??

    Ili i samo usporedbe radi zašto je Kleru ipak bio mrskiji i razvratni Neruda od zatvorskog čuvara tipa Pinocheta !

    Odgovor bi valda bio i negdje na pola Puta ali i nitko nema pojma da je na stranputici

    Svi žele biti u Pravu i pod svaku cijenu

    Sve su naše oružane snage samo ekstenzije jednog "androida"

    Antropomorfizam je još i gori od.... mari'huane

    Idealno bi bilo da uzmemo u obzir "najgore u nama u najboljem izdanju"

  • 31.08.2020. 01:08h

    Član emilio-iiMerlin0

    Svi su naši Osloboditelji samo Zaposijeli nešto prije Drugih da bi bili "Prvi" ?

     A onda svoju Imaginaciju izvode na Tržište ?

    Nemajuči pojma da ipak Mikrobiologija je iznad njihove Površnosti ?

    Pa onda i tako površni uranjaju u Mikrobiologiju ?

    Činjenica bi ipak bila da smo oni koji su u stanju da Ništa ne čine mogu i Opservirati "činjenično stanje"..... i usput "jebale vas rekla-me" i njihove/vaše pizde kojima se topi i kurac u vokabularu !?

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