I started the morning with a song; as per usual. But instead of my typical morning playlist that starts with Cat Steven’s “Morning has Broken” I let the last song I was listening to last night play which was Sia “Elastic Heart”. That made me want to listen to Ray Lamontagne’s “Empty”, which then steered me to “The Blowers Daughter” by Damien Rice.
Meanwhile I was wondering what it would take to transform the world into a better place. I was thinking of the hippy movement of the 60’s and determined that it had more to do with evading the draft, drugs and mostly just sex than any real motivation to change the establishment. Because the stark contrast between where the baby boomers came to where they supposedly started is far too drastic for me to believe otherwise.
Then that took me to when the church used to provide whores to motivate people to attend church. Since at the time church and state worked very closely together and they were mostly only available that way. Interesting part of history.
So that took me to wondering if I could create a church that centered around tantric sex. A church where the providers did so as a humble service to God; both men and women and the person receiving would do so with gratitude and genuine reverence. Letting the servicer lead where they think the person needs true healing. This is not some hippity-hop porn thing, but actual connection to spirit through touch and intimacy.
This seems to me to be a needed human thing. Since masturbating has been around forever and it has never stopped the flow and need for whores. We need touch. We need connection. We need release, sexual and emotional. Sometimes those are very deeply interconnected.
I imagine it this way. There would be real church services of course: centered around a communal theme of being more spiritual, of connecting to a higher consciousness, of connecting to like minded people. There would be community activities to inspire real friendships. Then there would be this third aspect of tantric service, which doesn’t have to include sex per say.
Tithing of 10% seems an adequate compensation for a church. I’ve always said that tithing is a wonderful thing. If everyone tithed we probably wouldn’t have any of the poverty issues we do now.
I tithed as much as I can. I just do so in my own ways. I contribute to school events. I give to the homeless. I drop off things at the food pantry. I even paid someone’s water bill once. I figure these things come back around. I’ve never been that attached to money. It’s always been cyclical.
Yes. I’ve been homeless. Yes I’ve been starving hungry before. Those things are not fun, but they aren’t the worst thing. The worst thing is losing your humanity. The worst thing is losing hope. The worst thing is becoming a selfish person inside.
I was thinking today how when I give a homeless person money I always look them in the eyes. And honestly some of them have the brightest, clearest eyes I’ve seen. Your eyes tell you a lot, not everything, but a lot. They can tell you about the pain a people is enduring. They can tell you how healthy the body is. They can tell you how healthy the mind and spirit are.
Again, not always. There is an overall picture one must see to draw any kind of conclusion about people. But since that’s not really my job I just go with whatever my gut instincts tell me. Trying to give people the benefit of the doubt that this is them doing the best they can in this lifetime and allowing them that space.
That’s all anyone can hope for. Right?