Beyond passion

e all hunger to conquer and be conquered. To yield to our desires,

lose control and be transported to a place which exclusively revolves around
pleasure. Passion is not love, rather a selfish drive craving satisfaction which is
the origin of our very existence. It controls everything we do and everything we
are. It was no secret until we were jailed into reality. When we were gods, our
desires knew no limits. We devoured everything we came across and chucked
out the leftovers. Pain and pleasure were one and the same. We were each
others rulers, we were each others slaves. One moment we allowed ourselves
to be skinned alive in ecstasy, only to be reborn into a new body to continue
our living out. We were beautiful and complete not heavy with feelings of
guilt, hesitation or sympathy. Our shrunken and captive senses now cause
us to fear the drives that once embodied us and we find it hard to accept
and understand them. In contrast to death which is a lie, madness which is
an attempt to escape and our dreams which are an expression of our core,
sexuality is greater than us. Passion is the safest and also the most dangerous exit into true reality. It can return to us a shard of our lost divinity and
remind us of what we once were, but requires major sacrifices.

The gospel
of the flesh

The chastened
passion

Even though passion is something lodged in our minds,

Throughout history, our jailors have sought to curb our
it is also strongly linked to our physical body. The sendesire. They have taught us that it is wrong, sinful and that
sation of the drugs rushes through ones blood and the
we only can release it under strict, constituted rules such as
seductive influence of alcohol. The closeness as sweaty
matrimony between man and woman. Our view of the varibodies merge. Heavy breathing, pounding hearts and
ous gender roles has blinded us maybe this was the Demispasmodic orgasms.
urges greatest guile, dividing us into two sexes and providing
When we humans were divine, our bodies were
one of them with God-given rights to govern the other. We
the tools of the soul. They were strong, beautiful and
have fought and killed for trivial things such as how men and
we had the ability to transform them. One day we
women ought to behave, how they should dress and what
might be women, another day we would be men,
rights and obligations they should have. Large parts of humanone day sexless, another day both man and woman. ity are still blinded by these lies and in a fanatical yearning to
Through our will power we could manipulate our
curry favour with the God we subject little girls and boys to
hormones and reweave our DNA, cause sex organs
genital mutilation, stone those who have had extramarital sex
to regress, cause cartilage and muscles to shift
and beat homosexuals and other deviants to death.
and shape us into the appearance we desired. We
Now the strict rules have begun to collapse in many parts
were complete and perfect. Now our bodies are
of the world, but we are ever blinded by Tiphareths principle.
nothing more than primitive machines which we
The need for beauty, validation and the superficial and banal has
keep alive by stuffing ourselves with food which
caused us to shrink ourselves. We believe ourselves to be free but
we discharge as stinking excrement. We age, we
our passion has become a desire for owning trivial things such as
grow weaker, for every passing year, and old age
clothes of the latest fashion, the newest phone, decor of distinct
pulls us down into a final contemptuous exisdesign, make us feel special and important. We are so insecure
tence until our shells finally perish. For many,
that we must build a perfect world where we can be good-lookthe bodies we are cast in feel wrong or inadeing, slim, fit, unique and perfect and conquer other perfect, and
quate. We try to remould ourselves. We cleave
in our blindness, successful people. This pursuit and fear of being
our tongues, cut off our nipples, dye our hair,
outside society and its demands on how one should look and be,
have our genitalia modified, take hormones,
hold many of us in its grasp. Life style magazines have become our
or scratch, tattoo and maim ourselves. All of it
new Bibles and models and celebrities our new saints and gods. We
to experience change and a desperate desire
covet them, want to be like them, but it is a false desire. Diluted and
to discover who we really are.
cowardly.

lost
Passion
divinity
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