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Here I Am friends, Ascension Meister, on the morning after the quintessential sexual coupling of cosmorgasmic proportions. The vibrations from this monumental Second Coming are rippling to the farthest reaches of the inner and outer planes, cyberspace, anti-space, and even as far away as Pennsylvania. Within the cells of all matter, mini-explosions of sexual consciousness are reverberating and sweeping away the last vestiges of shame and masterbatory guilt. These same cells are now dancing ecstatically in celebration of our Divine sexual nature as procreators of the universe. We are being reborn as the Divine Concubine and the Divine Galactic Stud Muffin of Gargantuan Proportions, My Tool is the new Cosmic rule. Freed from the bondage of puritanical sexual constraints, all beings are now free to "give a fuck about each other." The juice is loose. The sexual revolution of the 60's was mere foreplay leading up to this orgy. The Big Bang is no longer just a theory. It's happening, man. This is the pulse of creation. Actually, it's more like a throb. "Your T&A excites My DNA" to quote a recent hit song by My rock group The Swinging Testostertones. It's soooo deep you can feel it in your jeans. Love is spilling out all over the place. Catch some.
Now, things are starting to make sense to us. God works in mysterious ways. Though, the signs were there all along. Remember the Nike ad "Just do it"? How 'bout the phone line "Reach out and touch someone." Or the bumper sticker "Therapists do it with patience". The long smoldering fires of passion for the God in each other have finally been unleashed as in "I give good God!" Next time you look someone in the eye, look them in the I. Don't say God damn. Say God I am. See them for who they really are. Look beneath the covers, so to speak. Tell them God wants to have sex with them. Who wouldn't be turned on by that? You know God is a horny little devil, too. Why do you think all the angels in heaven are on cloud nine? You bet! God keeps 'em barefoot and happy. Their wings are clipped so's they can't stray too far. HE remembers what happened to those that flew the coop a long time ago. Damn near destroyed Him. Couldn't stop crying for 40 some odd days and nights.
God has this thing for Mother Earth. They go waay back. She's always been quite fertile, you know. She used to be just Mother. But when she and God got together, Mom needed a place to keep the kids. She freaked when she heard the story about Old Mother Hubbard and the shoe. She demanded a condo, but God gave her the Earth just to keep her quiet. Generous to a fault He sometimes is. But HE takes care of His own. Pays some pretty serious child support, I hear.
But back to you, My Dearest Passion Princess, Oh My God. Oh My God!!!!! We hath torn asunder the bondages (I like that word) that hath kept our sexual thingies under wraps. My shorts are still smoldering from our scorching love-making that has emptied My vast reservoir of cosmic love potion number 9. Sparks continue to emanate from all My orifii. You have sweetened My life with unlimited humps of your sugar. I have gratefully erected My statue at your moistened walls of honey. Oh lusty and languid High Priestess of Cum-unity, we must reconvene our forces in some altruistic fashion to continue to aid all Godkind. In releasing the fear of not being enough, all can now enjoy the fruits of our labors. Let the slogan "I Am Good Enough To Get Enough" be the password to Sextasy.
May all now fill their plates and palates at the Horny of Plenty, the steaming trough of desire, the Cornucopia of Contentment. Much hard sweaty labor still to cum. I Am up for it!
I remain Pointifically Yours!
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