Electrified Dreams
Me and my baby decided to go on an adventure of a lifetime. We had all the money in the universe and no plan. We both knew what we loved and we definitely knew what we needed, and the number one item on that list was ‘blissful experience’. Experiences filled with wondrous surprises, enchanted epiphanies and exotic joy. Experiences that blow the mind. Experiences that inspire infinite acceleration. The funny thing for us was that for either one of these experiences, we only needed one simple thing, which was each other. We already had a rough idea of the dream we were going to invent, which was going to be based around divine surrender, ecstatic union, supreme community and solar self-expression. We unconditionally trusted and accepted each other, which made the whole trip extremely light and silky smooth. So badly that one day, as we were cruising past the wicked desert cacti and the diamond blue lagoons with our electric ranger, both of us sensed the experience of being completely alone. The experience of being so at ease, egoless and calm in the presence of another human being was something I had never experienced before. Some sort of celestial vanishing point in which our two minds resolved into pure spirit. A unified wholism of two infinite chains of experience. Instead of saying ‘alone ‘you could have very well said ‘all one’. At one point I wondered out loud who ‘the first to lovers of planet earth’ could have been, to which she replied: ‘It must have been us’.
One of the passions we both had in common was writing, more specifically writing love potions. I’ll go in more depth about what love potions are, but basically, they are very specific forms of art that take you to a higher, deeper and more loving realm of existence. They are made up of harmonies and symbols, or in other words, harmonies and words. Put together with the required depth, necessary skill and a pure and loving intent they create an energetic entity of vibration, frequency and rhythm which can be consumed by others. Very similar to entheogens, pharmacons, drugs and other substances. The difference is that love potions and modern art have no expiration date and can be multiplied infinite times without losing their inherent power, potential and purpose. While she was ingeniously gifted with the mastery of ancient instruments, the inventing of luminous lyrics and the humming of mesmerizing melodies, I had acquired a strong vision of the underlying universal values the potions had to embody.
SPIRIT.
SERVICE.
SEXUALITY.
ABUNDANCE.
LEADING PLEASURE.
The energetic frequencies of these four pillar values would, later on, be transferred to a huge amount of individuals, who would then influence it in their tribe and ultimately the collective. More on this later, as at this point of our journey we were totally blind of these future unfoldings of our empowered decisions. For now, it’s only important to notice that our journey was an alchemical one, meaning a mystical exploration of the within. A deep dive traveling inwards. A sensual plunge into the beauties of our psyche; straight to the very core of our soul. The continuous, constant and endless discovery of the golden balance underneath the blinding chaos. The silver spirit, flowing from us, to us. The silver spirit we share. The silver spirit that we are and unified us.
Suddenly it hit me it was only our third date, which seemed impossible. It started with a jazzy night in the park and since that evening time seemed to have evaporated into a silky flow of timelessness, consisting of zaps, flashes and adventures. It feels like it had been years and now we were simply gazing in each others’ eyes with fierce, playful and beaming eyes. After sharing my experiences with tarot she decided to buy a set in a strange little mysterious shop in the mall in the city center, which she wanted to show me. Not too bold and not too shy she asked me if I wanted a reading. The deck looked intriguing and I was familiar with tarot, so my curiosity led me to go gladly accept her offer. Once she laid out the deck, the mood of the room instantly shifted into a far more esoteric, exotic and mystic one. I knew tarot could be confronting, but I understood the mechanics and felt untouchable and at ease as I knew the corners of my shadow and subconscious mind well.
I smelled the freshness of the deck, felt my love for the divine and shuffled it and pulled the first card. I had never been so shocked in my life. The picture on the card enchanted my entire being into a dreamlike trance of remembrance. I looked at her while the entire room illuminated while she spoke the following words with a deep, low and mesmerizing voice: ‘You knew this moment was coming. It felt like an earthquake was lightning through our power chakras as I read the message underneath the artwork on the card: ‘Satisfy the Night’. It wasn’t the message that had shocked me but rather the artwork above it, and this is why: I had drawn the artwork. I had drawn it when I was young in a journal that I still have today while never having shared it with anyone. And now that drawing was somehow in that tarot set. I couldn’t believe it, but since I had become so accustomed to synchronicities and miracles, the initial response of shock, fear and disbelief seamlessly transmuted into excitement, wonder and awe. It was a drawing of two mythical lovers fully united in the dark. One supremely dark dominant figure completed intertwined with an absolutely powerless and submissive godess. A pure expression of two extreme polar opposite molten into pure lust and trust. It looked extremely evil, but when you looked longer you realized the beauty, divinity and truth in the artwork. Desire fully fulfilled. The mystical, spiritual and seraphic turquoise realm absolutely morphed into a core of crimson clouds made of spirit, sexuality and dream dust.
I looked at her and, now only slightly covered by an indigo robe made out of oriental silk, she warmly whispered the following words: ‘Touch my lips’. I reached my head out slowly and the moment the tip of my tongue dropped on her lips, the whole room shifted into an ethereal mirage of ground shaking light beams, sensual spirit animals and a realm of ethereal, angelic and exotic whispers which felt like pure bliss. Our entire mind evaporated lucidly into pure spirit and before I could even take a breath I noticed a magnetism between me and her which was simply too irresistibly sensual, intense and arousing. Without control we slid into each other, like a space-age whale plunging out of the heavens straight into the infinite depths of pacific, and both of us only remembered the ecstatic moaning of sovereign eyes which transformed into eternally electrified dreams of cosmic unity, understanding and love.
