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The Yoni Dance is a self-discovery story about life, love, romance, and the intimate love arts. It takes you on a consciousness-raising journey into love, personal relationships, sacred sex, and physical intimacy. It's a novel and an instruction manual combined into a very tasteful book, written for both male and female readers. |
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. Can you look back in time and remember some incident in your life that, in the moment, seemed insignificant, but it actually changed your entire world, forever? You've probably encountered several such turning points in your life. I know I have. For me, one occurred about a year ago, on a sunny Saturday morning when my life suddenly took a joyous, fun-filled turn for the better. Was it luck? Was it fate? Was it Serendipity playing her little games? Was it a prayer being answered? -- or was it simply chance? Who's to say with certainty? At the time, it seemed magical how piece after piece just fell into place, and I ended up in a loving relationship with a charming lady named Jazbell or Jazz, as her friends call her. Before I met Jazz, I thought I had my act together. Boy, was I mistaken! Jazbell has turned my life completely around, inside out, upside down and every which way that’s delightful. And I love it. Even the low moments are pretty high. The joyous times and the love we’ve shared together are beyond anything I could have imagined only a year ago. And I’m even getting paid to write this book and tell you about it -- and about the CLI Connection Arts -- and about love and romance -- and about the intimate love arts that Jazz has so willingly taught me -- and about Jazbell herself, that delightful lady who took me out of my head and into my heart. For the past year, Jazbell has been my guide on an incredible journey of self discovery, and now, I, in turn, would like to be your guide. And I assure you, the things I've learned you can learn them too. The arts I've mastered, you can master them, too. Why do I say that? Because you and I have a lot in common, and because I'm not much different from you. I like to think of myself as a regular sort of guy, reasonably intelligent, generally attractive, rather healthy, with all those other "sort of normal" characteristics of a young, adult male. I'm a guy like you, that is if you're a male, and, if your a woman, I'm much like the young men you know. So fellows, the story I'm about to share with you could have happened to you instead of me, and ladies, it could have happened to your brother. Fortunately for me, I'm the one who was in the right place at the right time. I also possessed the required writing skills. A year ago, I would have said that it was a lucky coincident, that I just fell into it, but now I realize that I unconsciously created my part in the story I'm about to share with you. Again let me say, if I can do these things, you can do them too. And your gender doesn't matter either because men and women are equally talented. . |
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. There's one other thing I need to tell you before we begin. The story you're about to read is definitely not for everyone. It's not for those who know only what to think and not how to think. It's not for those who have given up freedom for security. It's not for the prudish, the squeamish, or for those offended by a naked human body. And, it's definitely not for those who live blinded by religious dogma. There are no car-crashes, or explosions; no police or lawyers; no guns, bombs, or evil villains. Also, there aren’t any murders, rapes, robberies, or muggings, and nobody gets ripped off. In fact, there isn’t even a hint of violence in the entire book. This story was written for those of you who love life, joy, and personal freedom. It's for those seeking to manifest a grander vision of who they are. It's for seekers on the pathway to the God-self within. This story is also about a search for reality in this fantasy world we live in. I say that living on Earth is a fantasy because much of what we take for granted, much of what we call real, is totally unsupported by the physical evidence, completely at odds with common sense, and in some cases, is strongly contradicted by the physical evidence. When looking back at my own childhood, I find that much of what I accepted as real was simply accepted because that's what was believed and taught to me my parents and by the other adults I knew. I didn't question them because they were the big people, the people who were supposed to know what life is all about. . |
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. I recently had a very strange experience that completely shook up all those old, taken-for-granted beliefs. In the space of only a few minutes, I found myself experiencing three different realities, one was exotic, one erotic, and one was what I'd call completely normal. All three were so vivid and so tangible that I can't say that one of them was any more real than the other two. I'll briefly describe each of them so you can get at least an idea of what I experienced. It all started when I found myself on an exotic and rather erotic journey with two women. Suddenly I realized that what I was experiencing wasn’t real. I was dreaming. The shock of that realization startled me, and I woke up! I woke up from my dream to find I wasn’t even in bed. I was riding on a very unusual swing-- an exotic love swing -- and, at the same time, I was in the middle of making love to my beloved, Jazbell. Surely this new experience couldn’t be a dream because my nose clearly detected the combined aroma of sex and her mild perfume. Her sparkling blue-green eyes looked directly into mine. Our arms enfolded each other as she sat gently on my lap, completely naked, with her legs wrapped around me and most of her body weight suspended above me by the exotic love-swing surrounding us. Her gentle moans and heavy breathing filled my ears. The sensations generated by the incredible tactile sensations of our intimate, physical connection filled me with bliss. How could this be anything but real? But something was still very wrong. This shift into a new reality threw my mind into confusion because I couldn’t remember anything about the swing or even how I got there. And the weirdest part of all is that Jazbell and I hadn’t yet decided to consummate our love. So where was I? Then, something even weirder happened. As I slipped into those normally explosive sensations of orgasm, they became delightfully tame, and, rather than hitting me with delicious shock waves, they seemed to flow through me like a fast-moving stream of warm, bubbling water. I became suspended in the sensations and everything else completely disappeared. Then another shift occurred. My body disappeared, and I became what I can only describe as that indefinable, non-physical “something” which mystics talk about. I have no idea how long I remained in ecstasy, but when that experience ended, my reality had shifted -- again! Apparently, the love-making with Jazbell wasn’t real either because this time, I woke up in a bed, in a room that was very dark -- so dark that my eyes could barely make out the shadows of a bedroom in the dim starlight that shone through the large, uncovered, sliding glass doors that led to the patio beyond. To my complete surprise, I found myself in Jazbell’s bedroom, and in her bed. Her warm body was snuggled up close as she slept beside me. We weren’t making love at all! I’d just been -- well, sleeping? dreaming? Ahh. . . ? At that point, my mind went into total confusion. The three different experiences -- the exotic journey -- making love with Jazbell -- and the feeling of being in bed beside her -- were all so real and so vivid that I couldn’t tell you which one was physically real and which ones were only dreams. Even today, the line between my reality with Jazbell and my dreams is still fuzzy. Fortunately, it’s a delightfully good, warm fuzzy. . |
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. The following morning, while musing about my strange, prior-night’s experience, I remembered a quote from Albert Einstein regarding how the universe functions. He once said, “Imagination is greater than knowledge.” The moment I remembered his words, I also realized why he was right -- imagination is not only the source of knowledge, it’s the source of everything in all of human reality. For example, there was a time when things very large and very small were not perceived at all -- a time when things moving very fast or very slowly were thought not to be moving at all. So what else do you suppose still escapes our observation? Who’s to say? This raised several unanswerable questions, questions such as: "What is real and what isn't?" --- "How do we know the difference?" --- "Does an experience need to be physical to be real?" --- "Is there more to life and to reality than what we presently perceive?" Here's the one answer that made sense to me: "The only thing we can know for sure about reality is that what we don’t know about it far exceeds what we do know." But that’s not quite right either because there’s one other thing I do know for sure -- the blending of these realities has shifted my life dramatically. Let me see if I can summarize all this in one sentence: I’m
not quite sure whether How I got to this point in my life is the story I’d like to share with you. Hop on board with me, now, as we step back in time to just one short year ago, but be sure to fasten your seat belt. I’ll start with the day I almost fell down in the street just to get a closer look at Jazbell. ********************************* . |
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