A Sneaky Peek Between The Covers of Ecstasy is Necessary
When they were ready for me to “think off” I slipped back into my body. I focused on my breath. I imagined erotic energy flowing in through the top of my head and the soles of my feet. I dropped an imaginary root down from my genitals all the way into the center of the earth. I imagined hot red erotic energy flowing in from below and bright hot sun pouring in from above.
Within moments I was traveling on one of the long journeys I’d come to associate with this kind of orgasm. It’s rather like a magic carpet ride. I never know quite where in the cosmos I’ll wind up, but I know it’s someplace I need to go!
Ecstatic experiences are necessary for my well-being. They are not happy accidents. I look for the opportunity to fly into the ecstatic part of any available experience. In this process, it took a constant and conscious recommitment to surrender—by this time it was surrender to the mystical process itself—to keep me flying through the ecstasy and to keep the ecstasy flying through me.