November 20, 2018 – Day 27
I fell asleep today just after the 15 minute rest I take after Kundalini yoga. And I awoke half an hour later. Tired, and some how full of energy.
As well, my solar chakra feels very active. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but I know it is good :)
I also had a ravenous hunger when I awoke, and ate quite a bit at our town's buffet before this hunger was sated. Even now I can feel this hunger, but it's more of a desire to eat more than a need for calories.
I don't remember any of my dreams from last night, or the nap. . But I do remember sleeping well. I set my Selenite out to charge in the (almost) full moon's light, and will probably do the same tomorrow night too :)
I also tried a sex magic working earlier today, but I couldn't maintain focus on the energy of orgasm and it dissipated through my body in mere seconds. The good news though is I got a better handle of my position on sexuality, though I'm sure I'm not gay XD Still, curiosity drew my in and I tried [DATA EXPUNGED]. I just wish I could locate my prostate as easily as I could locate my former partner's G spot. Sigh
Just did my daily MUNKA working, and it felt good. Like, REALLY good. And I felt mot only the rotations of my chakras, but heat radiating from them too. And my solar chakra still spins in a constant detectable motion, silently humming away as it works. I feel almost good enough to do an extra RTR today :) But, time is short :( So I'll do my Hatha Yoga, and 2 FINAL RTR's and leave you with this.
I'm not sure when I wrote this, and I don't entirely remember writing this. But I find it interesting none the less, so I hope you find some meaning or entertainment in it :)
Moon
The moon was full tonight, and not a soul in sight.
I hobbled home from town, the forest around me shades of brown.
And from my room came an all too familiar tune.
The sound of a doom, nevermore.
I struggled and strained some more, and fell to the floor.
A coat from my flesh arose, and off went my clothes.
Fangs sprang from my mouth, and a roar rang through my house.
Long live the beast, let's start the feast.
I ran through dark, through night itself.
Clawing my mark, into the tree bark.
Howling at the moon, like a bafoon.
And when I awoke, I remembered a single quote.
“Morality is subjective, be the best person you can be.”
And so I dressed myself, and looked of wealth
Put on my shoes, with nothing to lose
And kissed my wife, who was clutching a knife
And I looked to the sun as I walked back to town
“Why must I suffer as a monster, when monsters in the shape of men live lavish lives?”
And with the day gone, as it had always been.
I arose, and struck a familiar pose.
Moon, oh Luna, deliver unto me forgiveness. And give me strength to live as a man, in the shape of a monster.