Posted by: "Kirk" kirk_bernha...@cox.net <http://us.f574.mail.yahoo.com/ym/compose?to=kirk_bernha...@cox.net&Subj\ =%20Re%3A%20To%20Randy%20or%20Kirk> tripura_kirk <http://profiles.yahoo.com/tripura_kirk> Thu Feb 19, 2009 5:16 am (PST) Billy, I am liking your style. I am yoni-whipped alright. I like it that way.
Kirk, You can thank yourself. I have read and enjoyed your posts, including their stream-of-mind presentation. As a result I decided it would be ok for me to loosen up a bit with my own posts. I don't really have a style that's for writers. Please don't misunderstand my comments to you. When I said, "you are a yoni, not a yogi" I wasn't specifically talking about your personality or life circumstances. How could I? You and I have never met, at least in this life. I get the scent of some past connection though. Maybe last life we both cruised the Kafurstendamm searching for middle- eastern types to beat up. However, in this life we have never shared a bottle of fine whiskey while trading linked verses back and forth. That means I can only speculate. So many tasks to perform, so little time to teleport into the heart of the sun. My actual meaning was that we are all yonis, which is a shakta view. We are non-denominational vaginas waiting to be filled by god's logoi-spermatikoi or seminal raisons or eidetic intelligences or whatever you want to call them. Why else would we go out of our way to get shaktipat except that we realized that behind our bravado we are like bridal virgins, no manner how brutalized we have been treated or have ourselves become. I used to think we were all mother fuckers Plato's fallen souls coupling with matter (materia-mater). Now I'm not so sure. It is not a gender definition but a condition of self-recognition, even destiny. I remember back in the good `ole days, before material worlds manifested, when we circled through the cosmos with the gods and took our rest at the celestial banquet as two fisted soma drinkers. Now look at us puny little jivas trapped in organic coffins, all the while self-proclaiming our luscious independence. Not really a man among us just happens that some of us have dicks and therefore try to declare, "I'm like Shiva."
