Someone told me recently that I need to share my gift and be more in service to others. They were pretty accurate because it's true that I get the most of this healing energy that I am equipped with. Of course the very nature of being a holistic energy practitioner is to be in service to others but my shyness sometimes prevents me from sharing it with others. I am not very aggressive when it comes to this work. I don't doubt my abilities but I do wonder if I can handle the social aspect of it. Her words have been rolling within me and the only thing that comes up is this vision of me beckoning a lover.
I find it odd for me to be thinking about putting strength and courage into a lovers body, mind and spirit so that they may come knocking at my door instead of creating a newsletter for my business. I feel like I am on the verge of writing a romance novel. Right now, as I am typing, I have this vision of me typing a salacious novel instead of writing a very sensible business promoting post. Am I love deprived? Maybe.
Earlier I felt a rush of energy flow within me. My hands got hot and at first I went to put my hands on myself, but then I heard that voice. I decided that whatever I was intending for myself, I would intend for those around me, old friends, and even people I don't particularly care for as well. With my hot palms facing the atmosphere around me, I projected sweetness, the good kind of stickiness, intimacy, soft caresses, lingering smiles, long satisfying sighs, and silent twilight conversations into the worlds of those who are open to it. I called out names and saw visions of sweet souls who were my intended recipients. The energy flowed stronger and my hands started sweating. I did good. Dear reader this includes you. Open up and take it all in. There is more than enough to go around.
I have never pursued a lover quite like this. I love myself in all kinds of ways but this act of summoning a lover feels quite different. I have no clue what the end result will be, but this feeling is powerful. What am I bringing to myself? What page am I turning? This hot honey drenched love is a ride that is both thrilling and serene, slippery and gentle, dirty and healing, satisfying and everlasting. This is delicious and moan inducing and I am forgetting all about business. Maybe that's the point.
Blame this post on Richard Sherman, Old school full beard James Earl Jones, Erzulie Freda, and friends new and old.