(Slightly graphic. Read until the end, it feels relevant from the fields)

I miss the sensation of sex, the smell even.

I remember having lustful cosmic animalistic thoughts. I would look out into the crowd during my shows and think of reaching my hand out, taking the first girl and bringing her back with me and showing her God.

Cosmic Soul Fucking.

I had a specific energetic intention that allowed immense cellular pleasure, a sort of shamanic code, actually.

My Oversoul was a Native Shaman, my Blueprint and Soul Signature would be to activate medicinal frequencies through music poetry and sex.

I was and still am a Shapeshifter, this is an archetype that is very useful through the multi-dimensions. It’s as if the body is a conduit and the soul can bring it what is needed, what is deeply useful in the moment and then change rapidly and dissolve into other energy rapidly.

It feels relevant to say the return of the masculine through the solstice, an important aspect would be the shaman. Purified, not to use this energy for any other reason besides what Cosmic Soul Fucking can bring.

Cock being medicine.

This aspect of the masculine, the penetrative aspect, is what I feel now wants to come into being.

To fuck the feminine into her deepest embodiment.

The poetry of the soul, she can speak the poetry of her soul.

I feel tears coming through, it’s as if I can feel her so soft and tender, ripe and beautiful in my arms.

She finally let me in, finally, she (the feminine) is letting herself be truly penetrated.

The masculine can return, we can come home to the safety of her womb.

I feel fire here.

It’s like there’s a burning fire inside the return of the masculine and nothing can put it out.

– Jimbo

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