The Yoni Dance - Book 1 - Chapter 1 --- Once Is Not Enough

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Volume One

Chapter One

Once Is Not Enough

Chapter one sets the context for the story
which actually begins in chapter two.

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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 one of her little games? Was it a prayer being answered? -- or was it simply chance? Who's to say with certainty? I think I know the answer, at least for myself, and, if you read the story that follows, you just might know that same answer for those changes in your life.

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 Jazzbell or Jazz, as her friends call her. Before I met Jazz, I thought I had my act together. Boy, was I mistaken! Jazzbell 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 Circle Arts -- and about love and romance -- and about the intimate love arts that Jazz has so willingly taught me -- and about Jazzbell herself, that delightful lady who took me out of my head and into my heart.

For the past year, Jazzbell 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 -- 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.

There's one other thing I need 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 tale is also about a search for reality in this fantasy world we call planet Earth. I call living on Earth a fantasy because much of what we take for granted as reality, is totally unsupported by the physical evidence, and in some cases, is completely at odds with what common sense tells us and with what the physical facts pointed to as real. When looking back at my own life, I find that much of what I accepted as real was simply accepted because that's what those who were supposed to know told me.

Let the Story Begin:

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 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, Jazzbell.

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, and our arms enfolded each other as she sat gently on my lap with 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, Jazzbell 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 Jazzbell wasn’t real either because this time, I woke up in a bed, in a room that was very dark-- so dark 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 I was in Jazzbell’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 Jazzbell -- 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 Jazzbell and my dreams is still fuzzy. Fortunately, it’s a delightfully good, warm fuzzy.

The following morning, while musing about my strange, prior night’s experience, I remembered a quote from Albert Einstein regarding how the universe functions. The moment I remembered his words, I also realized why he was right.

He once said, 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: What is real and what isn't, and 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
I’ve stepped out of a dream or into one.

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.

So where shall we begin? I’ll start with the day I almost fell down in the street just to get a closer look at Jazzbell, but you may choose to start elsewhere. Those of you who are eager to get right into the heart of the Caring and Loving Intimacy Circles might choose to skip over to Chapter Six — Innocence, Inspiration, and Destiny.

Whichever way you choose to ride, welcome aboard.

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