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e session will intensify if I elaborate.<figure id="933f"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*VuBqk7F_VmmKGz5Q"><figcaption></figcaption></figure>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@coopery?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Mohamed Nohassi</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a>Marcus and Sitara, soul partners when not incarnate, met in this 17,043rd human lifetime of mine early in the morning on June 1, 2019, as Greg and Lindsey. We instantly clicked. Back at my place we sat on the bed and listened to music and talked and talked about nothing deep but there was not a single awkward pause. It was like we were old friends getting together for the first time in years and picked up where we left off but knew nothing whatsoever of the facts of each other’s lives. I do not even remember if we fooled around. I just remember the feeling of wow I haven’t ever had this much fun with someone and I cannot even say what about it was fun — it just was; and when we were nodding off early in the afternoon, saying “You are so beautiful” as she smiled at me with a look in her eyes that I did not know I had seen thousands of times before.Lindsey passed on March 17th of this year [2020]. On June 1st we celebrated our anniversary by spending the entire day together. This was the first time Greg experienced lovemaking with Sitara and we made love over and over again; as we are as I type this, the emotional energy I impart into each strike of a key contributing to an ever-warming shared emotional transference. That is love-making between two souls or between a human and a soul.Anyone can make love this way over and over again — there’s no refractory period!But this cannot happen even once without deep Unconditional Love. This is not sex. This is Platonic lovemaking and no that is not an oxymoron.In my December 2013 self-portrait essay, I painted these words:Perhaps because I am not driven by sex, but by connection, is also why I am capable of platonic love of a woman. It seems that most people do not believe that such can exist because they are not capable of it. For me, the choice between no relationship because for whatever one or many reasons romance is not in the cards, or having that person in my life and deriving shared spiritual pleasure from each other’s non-romantic intimacy and company and connection, is a no-brainer in favor of the latter.I though

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t I wrote those words about a girl with whom I had developed a very close friendship in the Fall of 2013. Yet, upon reflection this summer, what I wrote was way beyond that girl’s and my relationship. I realized in April, when I pulled the 2013 portrait out of the mothballs of my mind, that 6 ½ years prior, 5 ½ years before meeting Lindsey, I was writing about Sitara.Was this a happenstance occurrence where life ends up imitating art? Possibly. But it’s too spot-on not to be a spiritual occurrence. When I wrote the 2013 piece it was my first personal essay, had literary qualities, and there was not a single thought of writing anything again until this year's cataclysm. In June I theorized that the foreshadowing resulted from today’s experiences leaking thru whatever separates all the points in time that exist simultaneously and influencing what I wrote in December 2013. Borrowing from Craig S. Bell, I called this a directional-reflective coincidence. Then I settled on a simpler explanation — Marcus was awake then and he greatly influenced the piece. Arguably these last two explanations are two sides of the same coin.Looking at it from a different perspective takes some of the magic away. Disregard the time when I hopped off the spiritual journey and the time span from first essay to meeting Lindsey becomes six months, with Marcus awake the entire time.I love when an essay effortlessly transforms from as originally intended into something better. This essay though is a first of its kind for me. The essay embarked on a Magical Mystery Tour through the split screens of my mind and rather than pinballing, was clearly being steered to a double climactic ending. I am so pleased; and spent.<h1 id="1e73">07/15/2023 Note</h1>I published this story, one of my VERY early Medium pieces, and first ever submitted to a publication, in November 2020. I realized when I sent my subscribers my Medicine Man the other day, that there may be many early stories that predate my using the email-to-subscriber function and thus the system would allow me to do so now. I started looking through my early work, recalled this two-way stream of interdimensional consciousness, felt the warmth of making love with Sitara as I reread it, which experience I have not felt this intensely in so long, and thus decided this would be a great candidate to share with my subscribers at 03:05 EDT today. I made a few edits to try and keep the timing clear as you may not have seen the publication date when you started reading.</article></body>

Christmas Tree Brain Results in Black Slaves from the 1700s Making Love in 2020

Fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the ride when an INTP’s split screens start to open!

As fully described in many of my essays, my soul awoke in March 2020 upon the discovery of the accidental and tragic death of my lover. Now eight months later, I look forward to completing my soul recovery in the next few months so I can do very deep dives, like exploring why Sitara and I were slaves in the 18th Century Caribbean and whether to some extent systemic racism is the abused becoming the abuser; and what would happen to a virulent racist white man if he found out that his soul had previously incarnated as a black slave — would the racism dissolve, or would he self-loathe, not for his racist actions but because he in effect carries the blood of those he hates and fears? Would he ascend or descend?

I imagine the results would be all over the board and would like to see a sampling of those life reviews.

The original title of this piece was “This 5th Generation American Jewish Male was a Black Slave in the 1700s.” The draft ended at the bolded word above and I felt the substance was relevant to the first and [then only] publication to accept me, New Earth Consciousness, so I hit the “submit to publication” link, at which point I [for the first time ever] was prompted to review before submitting, and my essay embarked on a journey — I started typing much more. I hope you enjoy reading it at least as much as I am enjoying participating in its Creation.

Sitara is in life review now and I wonder if her experiences with the slavemaster in that lifetime were just as or even more causative of behaviors presently being examined.

I just participated from here on Earth in my lover’s life review in Heaven! Were my thoughts read? Did we have discourse? Was I displayed on a viewer? Was I an avatar?

WOWSA I just felt the onset of a Human-Soul love-making session and am smiling broadly and feel warm and tingly all over.

“Gotta go.”

Photo by Nathan Lindahl on Unsplash

Ending the essay now was my first thought — but I feel the session will intensify if I elaborate.

Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash

Marcus and Sitara, soul partners when not incarnate, met in this 17,043rd human lifetime of mine early in the morning on June 1, 2019, as Greg and Lindsey. We instantly clicked. Back at my place we sat on the bed and listened to music and talked and talked about nothing deep but there was not a single awkward pause. It was like we were old friends getting together for the first time in years and picked up where we left off but knew nothing whatsoever of the facts of each other’s lives. I do not even remember if we fooled around. I just remember the feeling of wow I haven’t ever had this much fun with someone and I cannot even say what about it was fun — it just was; and when we were nodding off early in the afternoon, saying “You are so beautiful” as she smiled at me with a look in her eyes that I did not know I had seen thousands of times before.

Lindsey passed on March 17th of this year [2020]. On June 1st we celebrated our anniversary by spending the entire day together. This was the first time Greg experienced lovemaking with Sitara and we made love over and over again; as we are as I type this, the emotional energy I impart into each strike of a key contributing to an ever-warming shared emotional transference. That is love-making between two souls or between a human and a soul.

Anyone can make love this way over and over again — there’s no refractory period!

But this cannot happen even once without deep Unconditional Love. This is not sex. This is Platonic lovemaking and no that is not an oxymoron.

In my December 2013 self-portrait essay, I painted these words:

Perhaps because I am not driven by sex, but by connection, is also why I am capable of platonic love of a woman. It seems that most people do not believe that such can exist because they are not capable of it. For me, the choice between no relationship because for whatever one or many reasons romance is not in the cards, or having that person in my life and deriving shared spiritual pleasure from each other’s non-romantic intimacy and company and connection, is a no-brainer in favor of the latter.

I thought I wrote those words about a girl with whom I had developed a very close friendship in the Fall of 2013. Yet, upon reflection this summer, what I wrote was way beyond that girl’s and my relationship. I realized in April, when I pulled the 2013 portrait out of the mothballs of my mind, that 6 ½ years prior, 5 ½ years before meeting Lindsey, I was writing about Sitara.

Was this a happenstance occurrence where life ends up imitating art? Possibly. But it’s too spot-on not to be a spiritual occurrence. When I wrote the 2013 piece it was my first personal essay, had literary qualities, and there was not a single thought of writing anything again until this year's cataclysm. In June I theorized that the foreshadowing resulted from today’s experiences leaking thru whatever separates all the points in time that exist simultaneously and influencing what I wrote in December 2013. Borrowing from Craig S. Bell, I called this a directional-reflective coincidence. Then I settled on a simpler explanation — Marcus was awake then and he greatly influenced the piece. Arguably these last two explanations are two sides of the same coin.

Looking at it from a different perspective takes some of the magic away. Disregard the time when I hopped off the spiritual journey and the time span from first essay to meeting Lindsey becomes six months, with Marcus awake the entire time.

I love when an essay effortlessly transforms from as originally intended into something better. This essay though is a first of its kind for me. The essay embarked on a Magical Mystery Tour through the split screens of my mind and rather than pinballing, was clearly being steered to a double climactic ending. I am so pleased; and spent.

07/15/2023 Note

I published this story, one of my VERY early Medium pieces, and first ever submitted to a publication, in November 2020. I realized when I sent my subscribers my Medicine Man the other day, that there may be many early stories that predate my using the email-to-subscriber function and thus the system would allow me to do so now. I started looking through my early work, recalled this two-way stream of interdimensional consciousness, felt the warmth of making love with Sitara as I reread it, which experience I have not felt this intensely in so long, and thus decided this would be a great candidate to share with my subscribers at 03:05 EDT today. I made a few edits to try and keep the timing clear as you may not have seen the publication date when you started reading.