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Newbie Swingers guide part 1
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Newbie Swingers guide part 1 Sometimes I feel like an infant pressing keys on the universal keyboard, trying in vain to understand what appears on the screen of life. I'm the guy scaling the sheer granite face of life, holding on as I search for my next grip or toe - hold. I live in the heart, the center of life, refusing to merely exist. My name is Jace. My wife's name is Chastity, this is the story of our awakening. This life isn't a dress rehearsal. The curtain is up. The universal audience is seated and watching. We're on the main stage. There's not a second act in this play. Times arrow flies in one direction. Like a dandelion vanishing bit by bit into the wind until there’s nothing left. Every day that we waste with the bland, conformist herd is another day of adventure and possibility lost forever. Daring to be black sheep, we turned and faced into the wind while others turned away, and huddled together for safety. Deciding that we couldn't spend our days turning a deaf ear to our own inner voice, and follow someone else's second -hand vision. Finding a microphone sitting on the empty stage of our hearts.We decided that if we didn't sing our song, then our own unique voices would remain unheard, and silenced forever. Understanding that doing what is practical, expedient, safe and sensible, is the slowest form of suicide, we found the courage to follow our own voice. Living an authentic life is like tightrope walking without a net, but there’s no other way to experience being fully alive! If we had wanted safety then we would have curbed our wanderlust, and kept ourselves in a perpetual state of suspended animation. On every corner stands somebody crying out for our attention, "Eureka I have found it!" Raising a new flag, writing a new sacred text, or creating a new mystical symbol. Regardless of their new truth’s content, they'll manage to gather around themselves an army of glazed eyed true believers ready to fight or die for whatever clay idol they've erected, with their own hands, in their own image. This world isn't a playground where obedient boys and girls get to play while those that don't play by the rules find themselves placed in time out. What a perversion and caricature of truth! What a total pitiful misunderstanding of life, and our purpose here. What a pathetic attempt to corner and corral the universal life force, as if we could hold the wind in our hands, and direct its course. We are free, totally and absolutely free, to make our own choices. We're the freeborn offspring of the universe itself. There is a higher order of being, a life of greater freedom waiting in the wings, but we had to break free of fear, societal pressure and conformity for its realization. Listen to your inner voice, and you'll know that I'm speaking truth. There is something not quite right with the world, and all the institutions and systems we've developed to fix it aren't working.The emperors new clothes aren't just invisible, but threadbare and worn to the point of uselessness. The entire system is in need of a hard reboot. The only control we have in all of this craziness is what we decide to do with our next moment. After all, life is a series of moments strung together like pearls on a string. The past, future, and even the concept of time itself are all an illusion because all we ever have is,"now."The message that we heard, and heeded was, 'believe in your own inner voice. 'Trust your own highest thoughts." All that came before us is a pointer to this central truth, and brings us to the truth within. Nothing in our past can hold us back when the universe whispers that we are accepted, just as we are, and nothing we can ever do can separate us from this truth! To awaken fully to the day, to the now, we decided, was our task. To accomplish this we had to shrug off the weight of countless generations of sleepwalking conformists, and alienate entire herds of sheeple. Well meaning friends told us that were damned , doomed, foolish or cursed unless we follow their truth. We let it all flow past like water under the bridge, and keep our eyes focused on our inner voice, and the present moment. Excuse me, you might be thinking, I thought this was a book about swingers? Yes its true, but swingers are people with worldviews, history, thoughts and feelings just like everyone else. In order to appreciate our story you must understand where we are coming from. Its difficult to understand another's life by breaking it down into neat discrete packets, and analyzing each one. How is it possible that we started by positioning ourselves as glib conservatives, and ended up as modern, progressive citizens of the universe? We tired of sleepwalking, of bumping our heads, and stubbing our toes against other peoples prison walls. We decided to awaken, and see the world for the first time in vivid color instead of in black and white, or even in muted shades of gray. We live our lives as if this world in which we find ourselves is ours. We began to believe the incredible truths revealed to us, trusting our own inner voice, and following wherever it may lead. In short we’re not as fearful as we once were. We let go of yesterday, and its frozen stare that kept us powerless and mesmerized.We turned towards the light of the "now," and regained the will and power to act. Little by little, our deep inner truth has become our mirror as we reflect who we are, and who we will become. We've dared to paint what we see with bold strokes, coloring outside the lines. Were beginning to hear the universal music, and learning to step to its impassioned cadence. Moment by moment, amazing things are unfolding in our lives. Beware of people who are stiff painted angels. They shine like precious metal, but they're fool’s gold. They once held life, but are now so far removed from their inner selves that they find no joy in existence. Poetry, music, art, and<b> philosophy </font></b>are nonsense to these people. We stay away from people who try to convince us that practical mundane things are the only ones that matter. We're contemptuous of the faceless, nameless, clerical bean counters, the professional gatekeepers of God Inc. Fleecing their flocks of gullible sheeple, the suburbanite servants of a tame, spiritless god. They don't live at all, but follow a pale and hollow idol which is shorn of glory and wonder, soul-less and benign. Theirs is an expedient god, standing always ready to do their bidding. An old, worn, domesticated, toothless carnivore, a paper tiger. The true universal ruler is eternal, uncreated, unpredictable and wild. A being just as comfortable in the red light district as in a cathedral. A being that owns it, all of it, rejecting nothing and no one. Coming from a background of strict religion, it's been a relief for us to realize that there isn't a judgemental god sitting somewhere in the cosmos just waiting for us to mess up, so he can strike us with lightning. We believe god doesn't judge us one way or another, that we're free to choose whatever we feel is right for us. Of course, every choice has its own set of consequences, both good and bad, and we are subject to those. We awoke, standing in a high mountain meadow blowing with windswept splendor. In our innocence we dared to pluck flowers from the universal garden. As we examined their soft, fragrant petals in the moonlight, we shed all of our self - consciousness and inhibition. We will never again blush at the golden desires the universe has laid upon our bed. We shine as we cry out from this rock, facing the wind and rain, as love deepens us. |
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