Consecrated Fragrantly Saturated Orgasmic Creative Bouquets of Soul"s Desire: Death, Divorce, Di
Zabania Fragrance Esoteric Therapy: Truth In Motion!
Something so spectacular, beyond the impressibility of words and reaction to their definition, is going on right this second!
If we blink our eyes in a flash of indifferent unresponsive inattentiveness, we will miss the glorious sensually engulfing incidence of the penetrating perfumed immediacy found in the soothing permeating pleasurable core presence.
We are substantiated, radiated, vibrated, gyrated and demonstrated in its effervescent glory. To grasp hold of it would defy unimaginable illuminable energy which constitutes the breadth, depth and width of its enormously gratifying existence.
The ineffable charisma whispers inexpressible reassurance of our vividly dominating joy filled exuberance of the sacred sensually sexually artistically creatively energetically enraptured moment.
Formidable waves of pleasure filled ecstasy saturate the ether where we are constantly infused. We are incapable of visually perceiving the full faced immense grandeur but can merely experience the backside of its superlative fragrance as it passes by.
Why? Because to ingest its sublime transformative electrifying power will require of us to surrender our fixed notions of 'good and bad', 'success and failure, 'love and hate', 'rich and poor' "moral and immoral' ' pretty and ugly' 'spiritual and heathen' 'rich and poor' and finally 'heaven and hell'
Our earthly rises (pinnacles) and falls (descents) are imaginarily envisioned as we move to/into/through our inescapable mountain to climb. In the ancient scriptures it is written: "And, it was on the mount, where the transfiguration took place."
(Paraphrased) In the midst of the most perplexing contrary moment of despondency while covered in incomprehensible grief we can shower ourselves with indomitable sweet-smelling ecstatic joy.
MODE of Cosmic Therapy: Zabania's Sexuality Profile Esoteric Exposition in Psycho-Analysis
MODE of Cosmic Therapy Esoteric Educational Psychology: Unconscious and Conscious Excavations
Breathe deeply the intoxicating transformative scent of the divine!
We all share a dichotomous view of the conscious and unconscious scent processes as experienced from a human level.
It's all a matter of the nitrogenic inundated air supply we inhale (exhale) as a chemically induced bodily nuclear fusion in order to combust so that we exist. In other words, we exist because we resist. We are the conduits of divinely delivered ionized properties inexorably blended into/with all that constitutes evolving continuation.
How can this possibly be?
Because in the midst of our emotionally charged and pin pointedly focused dreary hour of caramelized disdain, we are genuinely expressing the lack of vested interest that sets us free from solitary invalid human expression. In other words, we can sense how totally detached we really are! (scary, but none the less: true)
If we but close our teary dramatic eyes of self-absorbed pity, to breathe the rapture drenched repose found beneath all the surfaced theatrical mortal scenes of such idolized conceptions conjured up in the humanly expressed emotions of 'romantic love, sexual obsession, human friendship interaction, relationship connections, and family adoration, we will rent the veil of our self-seeking vain glorious attempts to fill a void which no amount of anguish or fascination will possibly fill (compensate).
We grieve for ourselves in the supposed loss of our most cherished clinging enraptured avenues of self-projection.
MODE of Cosmic Therapy Esoteric Psychology: Zabania, the Counterpoint Muse
MODE of Csomic Therapy Esoteric Psycho-Analysis: Zabania's Method of 'Scent-ual' Exposure
When, something or someone has been removed from us without our approval or consent, we are mad as hell because our lives in comforted secure pleasure have been sorely torn asunder. We weep bitterly, remorsefully and disgustedly at the irony of our neat little functioned ridiculously planned lives.
We have identified so convincingly with our cleverly produced situations; we vested so much emotionally charged energy to sustain our own self-created lies.
[Deceitful involved staged scenarios of lasting idealized comfort and joy] We genuinely accept as true that we are somehow separate from the ones facing us! No such chance.
So when they die or leave, we disproportionately interpret we have been effectually slaughtered.
When the removal occurs, we cry, lash out, deny and then accept, morbidly so, that we have been cheated out of something or someone we so desperately needed [wanted] to complete us.
But, IF we truly appreciated our sanctified lives with the earnest sublimity associated we would know that never are we cheated, defiled or robbed unsubstantiated or unnecessarily.
All things are divinely celestially inscribed, inspired, bequeathed and ordained according to some inexplicable cosmic plan whereby we will never know the explanation from this side of the veil. Anybody that says they KNOW what happens next is either vain fully deceived or painfully ignorant of the punch line.
We can no longer pretend as if we are invincible and indestructible. (Forgetting to cherish each vibrantly unpromised sustained enriched moment) We are forced to face the living reality that we are not originally (in this form) from this dimension of time and space.
We are merely playing roles in fanciful scripts that are suppose to matter but don't. We go to enormous lengths to prove otherwise. [Whether it's with bank accounts, degrees, die hard convictions, relationships, careers, and/or religions]
MODE Of Cosmic Therapy: Secret Occult Fragrant Ramblings of The Soul
MODE of Cosmic Therapy Esoteric Psychology: Crossing The Abstained Barriers
MODE of Cosmic Therapy: Esoteric Educational Fragrance Psychological Therapy
In reality, it's the infinite unconquerable void! That's why we seek so many fruitless paths of idealistically disillusioned formable distractions. Like the old Poker winning player demands, "Read 'em and weep." It's a conditional pact with the human race: We desire to be entertained above all else!
We feel shame without understanding why, experience staggering strands of incomparable gossiping comparison, anger without relent, competition to no avail, relentless sexual stirrings which will not be tamed, and unending inflexible greed/lust/envy as we begrudgingly carry around our bottomless 'attention grabbing' begging bowls.
"The truth stand while the rest falls away": name one time that we do/did anything to/with/for anyone that we did not possess an ulterior motive.
IF we can recognize and call it by name, the act itself has been coated thoroughly with ego driven acknowledgment. We should not be able to bring it to our remembrance IF the act was truly without guile.
The fragrant scent of guilelessness stows away on our partitioned ocean liner in compartmentalized penetrating cabins of universal surrender.
When we are able to recognize the resoluteness of our destined ineffable situations without fractioned bargaining and bartering (as if those deals would matter anyway), we will experience the laud dripping consecrated fragrantly saturated orgasmic bouquet of our own precious rewarding demise, death. divorce as the gift it has been designated to be.
We are all driven to tap into this sacred secret sensual sexual artistic creative energetic inordinacy which guarantees inward sustenance. We are invigoratingly ecstatically propelled to travel anywhere with our wings of unfettered magnificence, as long as we are increasingly minutely aware of our delectable menus of inculpable fare.
No apologizing, whining, excusing, defending, miring up to our noses in gloomy misery, breathlessly chasing fanciful superficial escapades of meaningless 'hog lard' in supposed personal benefit.
Breathe. Expand the lungs with long-drawn-out nitrogenic laced fragrantly sensually exuberantly transcendent scented air so as to turn up the engines of high throttled non-identification. My counterpoint muse, Zabania, has an expression which rings true at this moment more than any other example I can think of: "If I love you; I am unconscious of you.
The unsurpassed addictively satisfying pleasurable aphrodisiac soul's fragrance satisfies my every passing desire. As long as I want nothing from you, I am free to be with you."
MODE of Cosmic Therapy Esoteric Psychology: Sexual Innocence
Something so spectacular, beyond the impressibility of words and reaction to their definition, is going on right this second!
If we blink our eyes in a flash of indifferent unresponsive inattentiveness, we will miss the glorious sensually engulfing incidence of the penetrating perfumed immediacy found in the soothing permeating pleasurable core presence.
We are substantiated, radiated, vibrated, gyrated and demonstrated in its effervescent glory. To grasp hold of it would defy unimaginable illuminable energy which constitutes the breadth, depth and width of its enormously gratifying existence.
The ineffable charisma whispers inexpressible reassurance of our vividly dominating joy filled exuberance of the sacred sensually sexually artistically creatively energetically enraptured moment.
Formidable waves of pleasure filled ecstasy saturate the ether where we are constantly infused. We are incapable of visually perceiving the full faced immense grandeur but can merely experience the backside of its superlative fragrance as it passes by.
Why? Because to ingest its sublime transformative electrifying power will require of us to surrender our fixed notions of 'good and bad', 'success and failure, 'love and hate', 'rich and poor' "moral and immoral' ' pretty and ugly' 'spiritual and heathen' 'rich and poor' and finally 'heaven and hell'
Our earthly rises (pinnacles) and falls (descents) are imaginarily envisioned as we move to/into/through our inescapable mountain to climb. In the ancient scriptures it is written: "And, it was on the mount, where the transfiguration took place."
(Paraphrased) In the midst of the most perplexing contrary moment of despondency while covered in incomprehensible grief we can shower ourselves with indomitable sweet-smelling ecstatic joy.
MODE of Cosmic Therapy: Zabania's Sexuality Profile Esoteric Exposition in Psycho-Analysis
MODE of Cosmic Therapy Esoteric Educational Psychology: Unconscious and Conscious Excavations
Breathe deeply the intoxicating transformative scent of the divine!
We all share a dichotomous view of the conscious and unconscious scent processes as experienced from a human level.
It's all a matter of the nitrogenic inundated air supply we inhale (exhale) as a chemically induced bodily nuclear fusion in order to combust so that we exist. In other words, we exist because we resist. We are the conduits of divinely delivered ionized properties inexorably blended into/with all that constitutes evolving continuation.
How can this possibly be?
Because in the midst of our emotionally charged and pin pointedly focused dreary hour of caramelized disdain, we are genuinely expressing the lack of vested interest that sets us free from solitary invalid human expression. In other words, we can sense how totally detached we really are! (scary, but none the less: true)
If we but close our teary dramatic eyes of self-absorbed pity, to breathe the rapture drenched repose found beneath all the surfaced theatrical mortal scenes of such idolized conceptions conjured up in the humanly expressed emotions of 'romantic love, sexual obsession, human friendship interaction, relationship connections, and family adoration, we will rent the veil of our self-seeking vain glorious attempts to fill a void which no amount of anguish or fascination will possibly fill (compensate).
We grieve for ourselves in the supposed loss of our most cherished clinging enraptured avenues of self-projection.
MODE of Cosmic Therapy Esoteric Psychology: Zabania, the Counterpoint Muse
MODE of Csomic Therapy Esoteric Psycho-Analysis: Zabania's Method of 'Scent-ual' Exposure
When, something or someone has been removed from us without our approval or consent, we are mad as hell because our lives in comforted secure pleasure have been sorely torn asunder. We weep bitterly, remorsefully and disgustedly at the irony of our neat little functioned ridiculously planned lives.
We have identified so convincingly with our cleverly produced situations; we vested so much emotionally charged energy to sustain our own self-created lies.
[Deceitful involved staged scenarios of lasting idealized comfort and joy] We genuinely accept as true that we are somehow separate from the ones facing us! No such chance.
So when they die or leave, we disproportionately interpret we have been effectually slaughtered.
When the removal occurs, we cry, lash out, deny and then accept, morbidly so, that we have been cheated out of something or someone we so desperately needed [wanted] to complete us.
But, IF we truly appreciated our sanctified lives with the earnest sublimity associated we would know that never are we cheated, defiled or robbed unsubstantiated or unnecessarily.
All things are divinely celestially inscribed, inspired, bequeathed and ordained according to some inexplicable cosmic plan whereby we will never know the explanation from this side of the veil. Anybody that says they KNOW what happens next is either vain fully deceived or painfully ignorant of the punch line.
We can no longer pretend as if we are invincible and indestructible. (Forgetting to cherish each vibrantly unpromised sustained enriched moment) We are forced to face the living reality that we are not originally (in this form) from this dimension of time and space.
We are merely playing roles in fanciful scripts that are suppose to matter but don't. We go to enormous lengths to prove otherwise. [Whether it's with bank accounts, degrees, die hard convictions, relationships, careers, and/or religions]
MODE Of Cosmic Therapy: Secret Occult Fragrant Ramblings of The Soul
MODE of Cosmic Therapy Esoteric Psychology: Crossing The Abstained Barriers
MODE of Cosmic Therapy: Esoteric Educational Fragrance Psychological Therapy
In reality, it's the infinite unconquerable void! That's why we seek so many fruitless paths of idealistically disillusioned formable distractions. Like the old Poker winning player demands, "Read 'em and weep." It's a conditional pact with the human race: We desire to be entertained above all else!
We feel shame without understanding why, experience staggering strands of incomparable gossiping comparison, anger without relent, competition to no avail, relentless sexual stirrings which will not be tamed, and unending inflexible greed/lust/envy as we begrudgingly carry around our bottomless 'attention grabbing' begging bowls.
"The truth stand while the rest falls away": name one time that we do/did anything to/with/for anyone that we did not possess an ulterior motive.
IF we can recognize and call it by name, the act itself has been coated thoroughly with ego driven acknowledgment. We should not be able to bring it to our remembrance IF the act was truly without guile.
The fragrant scent of guilelessness stows away on our partitioned ocean liner in compartmentalized penetrating cabins of universal surrender.
When we are able to recognize the resoluteness of our destined ineffable situations without fractioned bargaining and bartering (as if those deals would matter anyway), we will experience the laud dripping consecrated fragrantly saturated orgasmic bouquet of our own precious rewarding demise, death. divorce as the gift it has been designated to be.
We are all driven to tap into this sacred secret sensual sexual artistic creative energetic inordinacy which guarantees inward sustenance. We are invigoratingly ecstatically propelled to travel anywhere with our wings of unfettered magnificence, as long as we are increasingly minutely aware of our delectable menus of inculpable fare.
No apologizing, whining, excusing, defending, miring up to our noses in gloomy misery, breathlessly chasing fanciful superficial escapades of meaningless 'hog lard' in supposed personal benefit.
Breathe. Expand the lungs with long-drawn-out nitrogenic laced fragrantly sensually exuberantly transcendent scented air so as to turn up the engines of high throttled non-identification. My counterpoint muse, Zabania, has an expression which rings true at this moment more than any other example I can think of: "If I love you; I am unconscious of you.
The unsurpassed addictively satisfying pleasurable aphrodisiac soul's fragrance satisfies my every passing desire. As long as I want nothing from you, I am free to be with you."
MODE of Cosmic Therapy Esoteric Psychology: Sexual Innocence
