A woman's orgasm, the ecstasy of the uncreative universe
Excerpted from OM, baby! a pilgrimage to the eternal self
by Jack Haas
It is an incredible thing to reproduce the fundamental structure of this creative universe through the living actualization of the flesh, which is to orgasm with, into, or because of your mate. And it is an incredible thing to receive her orgasm.
To orgasm is to glory in the fullest rapture of the flesh. To orgasm is to release energy through the chakras, and so to awaken the subtle energies of the kundalini pathway through the gross energies of the love-orgasm. This is to bring the archetypical pattern of the cosmos down into the incarnate potency of humanity. This is spiritual sensuality.
Indeed, the ancient Indians knew that there is little more enjoyable in the cosmic realm of Eros, and little more healing in the earthly realm of flesh, than chomping upon your lover’s buttocks, and then slopping about in her loins.
To hold your mate hostage by the clitoris and love is to French-neck with Her deepest soul. To perform cunnilingus as if you were imbibing Amrita- the nectar of immortality- straight from the dewy petal of a vanilla rose, and to go still deeper psychically into the soul of that flesh, to suck on it, devour it, love it and become one with it, is to send the glory of the spirit into the glory of the flesh.
To penetrate your mate in the front-facing wheelbarrow position, and to blow her crown chakra wide open through this tantric practice, is to link Eros with the empyrean beyond, to raise the flesh into the firmament, and so to add fat and fluid, bone and blood, semen and sex into the ledgers of the heavenly roster of divine creations.
To slurp ambrosia from your lover’s living, conscious, swollen clitoris is to re-enact the cosmic foreplay, just preceding the Father’s orgasm which created all that is.
For though humanity is all too ready to grant women, including the Goddess, the ultimate powers of creation, in fact it is the male aspect of the cosmos which initiates all that is. For a woman can orgasm in the act of union without creating a child, but a man cannot. A man spends his seed and a child is born. A woman orgasms and the universe rejoices. And perhaps this is why a woman, unlike a man, can orgasm in different areas of her loins, in different ways, limitlessly- because the universe wants ecstasy, not labor, as this term for childbirth so well implies.
It is indeed interesting that every child born out of erotic pleasure is caused by a man’s orgasm, but none from a woman’s. A woman’s orgasm is the perfection of cosmic rapture; it is the joy of creation, but not creation itself. A woman can orgasm over and over again, out of sheer flesh-joy and pleasure. A man must control his urges or increase his brood.
It is for this reason that a woman in orgasm is the quintessence of the ecstatic, intimate, orgasmic universe itself. A woman in orgasm is the very fabric of this jubilant existence; she is the earth, the flesh, and all matter writhing in the joy of release, abandon, and being.
A woman’s orgasm is nothing but joy, because it is uncreative; it is om without hum, which is the rapturous vibration of the cosmos unencumbered by its own creation.
A woman cumming wildly from the unrelenting penetration or mastication of her lover is the universe arriving at fruition. Her orgasm is the universe crying out to itself- “Create no more. Enough already. Let us be done with creation, and let us rejoice!” A woman in the emancipated throes of a tremendous orgasm brings light and vindication to the entire mad enterprise of being. Her orgasm is life’s validity, its denouement, its manifest perfection. Om, baby!
Excerpted from OM, baby! a pilgrimage to the eternal self
by Jack Haas
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