The
Social benefits of CLI Circles
As the voices fade away, I find my physical body lying quietly on the massage table, but inside, I’m anything but quiet.
Mentally, I’m in another whirlwind of anticipation.
I can hardly wait to confront Jazbell with my insight.
I know -- I just know I am right. My mind is spinning with thoughts about writing a book describing CLI Circles and what that book
will mean to those who read it.
If I’m any good at my craft, the book
I write will inspire the creation of a vast number of safe-sex sharing situations.
Hundreds of thousands, perhaps even millions of people will reduce or eliminate their sexual frustrations and eliminate or greatly reduce their need to indulge in domination,
sexual violence, or those all-to-pervasive money-for-sex situations.
Writing a book and telling the world about the CLI Circle arts and how to
apply them to your life is a way to bring more love, freedom, peace, harmony and joy into the world.
The book will tell people how to share in the
type of intimacy, care and love that I’m experiencing today
-- the intimacy, care and love that Jazbell says is so common in CLI
Circles.
Publishing
the book about CLI Circle sharing will inspire sexual freedom,
and because sexual freedom is so closely related
to political freedom, the book will increase freedom in every other aspect of human life. For a moment, I
think of the equally strong correlation between
sexual repression and violence. It
will also reduce the harmful effects of those who are presently promoting
sexual
repression.
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I shout to myself, “Just plain WOW!”
The implications of what such a book could produce are phenomenal.
Either Jazbell is a genius or she is getting guidance from a very loving God.
Either way I’m delighted to be a part of it.
I
am so completely lost in my realization and its
consequences that I miss much of the joy of the
massage I am receiving. Even so,
when Eric and Frederica finish, we both express
our sincere gratitude and tell them we’ll be
leaving soon. We each receive a
genuine hug from both of them and an invitation
to return soon. Then they head back
to their home.
As
soon as they leave, I go to where I left my
extra clothes and find a quarter. I
return to Jazbell, I hand her the quarter and
say, “OK, kiddo, I know what’s up.”
She
looks at me with puzzled eyes. I
say, “Do you remember our second meeting
a Giorgio’s?”
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“Yes,”
she says. She still looks puzzled.
“A
penny for your thoughts,” I say.
She smiles and that endearing sparkle of
mischief lights up her eyes.
“Do you recall where that conversation went
and how it ended with the words, ‘Put your
quarter away but keep it handy’?”
“Yes.”
“Well,
here’s your quarter.” I place it
in her hand.
She
looks at the quarter, then back at me and her
smile broadens. “OK, clever man, what’s
the quarter for?”
“For
the book you want me to write about CLI
Circles.”
“You
do have a very creative mind, don’t you?
Good deductive reasoning, Stoney!
Yes, you’re correct. Jim and I
decided to publicize the CLIC concepts and I
agreed to find a writer.”
I
say, “That book could trigger a profound
social/sexual transformation.”
“We
know. That’s why we want it
written.”
“So
am I to be that writer?”
“Only
if you want to be.”
“No,
I’d rather write about fat-assed princes and
new greenhouses.”
“As
you will; however, if you change your mind,
please let me know.”
“OK,
now who’s being the smart ass?”
She
laughs and says, “What goes around comes
around.”
“Yes,
I do choose to be that writer.”
“Good.
I’ll tell Jim and we can talk about the
details later.”
I
say, “I hope I’m more than just a business
deal for you.”
She
remains silent. The sparkle in her
eye dims. I look at her and
repeat my question. “I hope I’m
more than just a business deal for you?”
Finally,
to my relief, she says, “You needn’t
be concerned about that.”
“That’s
more good news,” I say.
“OK,”
she says, “Let’s gather up our things,
clean up any messes we’ve made, and head back
to town.”
In
about thirty minutes we are out the door and on
our way home. I’m so hyper that I
insist on driving. Jazbell seems
very mellow while I’m jazzed; so on the way
home, we just share each other’s presence,
mostly in silence.
What
I don't realize, at this time, is that our day
together has triggered Jazbell’s relationship
fears and has pushed her into a deep emotional
turmoil -- a turmoil that is the mirror image of
my own. It's not until much later
that I find out that one part of her is falling
in love with me while another part is deeply
into fear
and is madly running away. As for my
conflict,
I’m already very much in love with her, but
I’ve promised to keep our relationship purely
professional, and I'm doing so out of fear that
if I confess my real feelings, she'll run away.
In
spite of my intellectual promise, when I look at
her, I find myself being swept away by waves of
emotion. I also find myself sitting
on a fence between heaven and hell — heaven
because I’m physically near her and hell
because I can’t really be close to her —
heaven because I can see her and hell because I
can’t hold her in my arms —heaven because I
love her and hell because I can’t tell her --
heaven because I’m overjoyed with love and
hell because, as close as I am to her, I may
never experience her love for me.
Obviously,
I'm also going to share that part of our story
with you, but the depth of our conflicts and
how we resolve them are another story for
another day.
In
the mean time, the drive back is
uneventful except that Jazbell shares with me
one more piece of new information.
She says that it took her only seven days from
the time she and Jim decided to publicize the
CLI Circles for her to find me. I
want to know more about this, but I figure that
that, too, is another story for another day, so I
don’t ask any questions.
This
has, indeed, turned out to be a truly extraordinary day.
End
of Chapter Thirty One -- The Awakening
