Quote: "Oh my Goodness, Gracious, Goddess, the whore and the virgin is One."
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Every whore was once a virgin child,

at least until her stepfather got a hold of her....

the girls in the clubs would sometimes ask,

*You were an abused child werent you?* 

Id say, *Yeah, I was*, and theyd say,

*I thought so.  I could tell.  So was I.*

So have other women in my life been too.

I guess we are drawn to people like ourselves,

for a reason, since we are best able to understand,

and we are probably the only ones who can help each other.

So those that others who call whores, I know

are that way for a reason, and that doesnt mean they are not good too.

Me likes !!

There have been many women I have loved, even a couple in love with, but there is not even one woman on Earth that I trust, especially with my heart.

Fortunately, I do trust the Spirit, through and through, been that deep inside enough to see for myself, and will be going home to her in the Void when Im through here.  Yay !!

Im a *Saucy pedantic wretch*, and I dont care.

As long as I get home to the Void, to the Spirit that I love,

I dont care about anything else.

Long long ago, I went into meditation with the question *Show me the light*.

I went to the Caverns where a gnome took me by the hand and led me down a long cavern to where there was a sort of window and within it pure white light radiating all around.

I was immediately drawn to it, wanting to be in it.  I stuck my head in through the window, wanting to climb through.  But the more I tried to get in the weaker I became.  If I withdrew I regained strength.  As it was I could only flop over the windowsill, half in and half out.

But that in itself was an interesting experience.  Although logically I should have been able to feel the other side of the rock wall, I could not.  It appeared to be endless light in all directions, and whichever direction I looked seemed to be where the light was coming from.  And the love that I felt was endless too.  I tried to get the rest of the way in but was just too weak.

I withdrew from the window, and backed up as far as I could to the other side of the cavern, about 10 feet I suppose.  I figured I had enough room for two or three steps to get into the air and try a flying leap into the light.  If I landed on the sill I would just have to try to flip the rest of the way in.  I knew I would die and I didnt care.  I just wanted to get into the light and stay there forever.

Thats when I woke up.  End of story.

Beautiful example of what we wish and what life brings us, starduster.

Life is a compassion of a Barbarian.

Good light

g'lite