Our Beloved Tent

When we awoke at Brian’s, he was in a bad place. Ahhhh! Too bad!

“I’m going out of town. Here’s my tent. You can stay (play) in the backyard.”
“Can you leave us your key so we can use the bathroom?”
“No!”

I got the picture. If he left us the key, then we would go inside and use his bed to fornicate on like normal folks. But, we weren’t normal. Rena and were too beautiful for words, so we would be set out in the yard to hump one another like dogs. The idea that he would come home from his fake trip and see our afterglow lingering in his bed – was too much for this dick-head, who had already began a long affair with – my mother! They were secretly doing each other behind my back.

When I went and saw Ma Jaya, and after she came on stage in a flash of white light, the audience soon heard this;

“There will be no fucking on my energy. You two up in the balcony – knock it off!”

The hardest thing about coming back to life, is that humans are running on sex-thoughts all time, and, most folks do want to get in touch with their spiritual self, but, don’t want to stop trying to feel good committing a sex act. Rena needs to know what I was going through, for no sooner have we set up our beloved tent, then here come some of the other fucking dogs Brian knows to check out Rena.
Brian did not go out of town, but was staying at one of his friends giving them a report.

Rena was so innocent to this, and, utterly radiant. She loved me. I loved her. We were lit. We couldn’t wait to make love. That night we got naked but for our underwear. I stopped us here, asking her;

“Do you want to do it in a backyard?”
“No!” Rena said, hearing my unspoken words. “Like animals”.

I bid Rena to put her head just out of the tent after moving our sleeping bags, so we could look at the stars. We had necked and explored each other’s beautiful bodies, and were all aglow. We talked for hours. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning I had an erection, and had to take a fierce pee. I gently took Rena’s arm from around me, and lay it on the grass. Slipping on my jeans, I went into appartement I lived in four days hence, and was greeted by the young couple who I gave up my apartment to, and who told us we could use their bathroom.

When I emerged, they asked me if I and Rena wanted a cup of coffee. Pouring us two cups, they bid me to sit for a moment. The mother was nursing her infant at the table.

“We want you to look at something.’
“What?” I asked.
“We have been sitting here for an hour watching you and Rena sleep. You two are so beautiful. What a beautiful sight.”
This couple was all aglow, and I looked at Rena asleep. Her hair flowed over her beautiful naked back. Her arm came from out the tent, across the grass, where a patch of morning light lie like a golden cat.

Rena had the most beautiful arm and shoulder I have ever seen in person or in a photo. We lie naked in each other arms. We were in Paradise like Adam and Eve – before the Fall. I took Rena her cup of coffee.

Two days ago wanted to write a blog titled ‘Phantom Pains’. It is about an old man of sixty-six, who having lost his sex due to prostate cancer, is recalling the best times he has had with the opposite sex. None of these times are about fornication.

What I was recalling was the first time I felt Rena’s naked breasts against my naked chests. I have been feeling phantom pains in the last week recalling our relationship. I am at my computer, and all of a sudden, my chest capillaries are tingling, and my cells are opening up like tiny flowers to greet the phantom feel of my love. She is but a heartbeat away.

Amputees describe phantom pains in the limb they lost, and even a phantom itch.

No one has ever dwelt in such a loving abode, as lovingly as Rena and I dwelt in our beloved tent. That loving couple knew Brian was in a jealous rage, and wanted to remove his cruel insult. There are beautiful people in this world. When these people die…………they haunt us. Our heart goes out to them. And, they are home again.

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Below is a tape of Ma Jaya saying homeless alcoholics and drug addicts were like her first Gurus. When I got sober, I tried to make amends to James Harkins, as recommended in AA. He refused to have anything more to do with me. I suspect he was telling Chris Wandel and Rena I was a scary degenerate. Christine and Rena were my lovers, not his. James took me to see Ma Jaya – and I let go a cosmic chuckle – in his face!

Jon

http://www.kashi.org/ma-jaya/who-is-ma-jaya/