Addicted, chronic, lifelong penis masturbator. I've finally realized and accepted that I'm a total solosexual. I have sex just with myself, my hand stroking my turgid, erect penis. I compulsively masturbate my penis,. I penis on my penis. I consume boatloads of pornography, both pix and vids. My penis controls me, I'm owned by penis. I worship penis. I intend to always keep penis happy.
GOD is CLOSER TO US than most people
realize. People spend resources, time and energy in PILGRIMAGE to
supposedly HOLY PLACES or to TOMBS containing the disgusting REMNANTS of
this or that “saint”. Yet the HOLIEST of ALL PLACES LIES RIGHT WITHIN
YOUR REACH, BETWEEN THE LEGS OF MEN and WOMEN.
In the case of our
BROTHERHOOD, I speak, of course, of YOUR OWN COCK. WORSHIP NOT at DUSTY
STONE and MARBLE BUILDINGS, TEMPLES of DEATH and DENIAL, OUR GOD IS
ALIVE IN THE FLESH, PULSING WITH the ENERGIES of LIFE, POWER AND
PLEASURE. WORSHIP at the RISEN THRONE between YOUR OWN LEGS.
CONSIDER
MASTURBATION as an ACT of DIVINE WORSHIP. To PLEASE and APPEASE your
own PENIS is to WORSHIP ALL MEN, for ALL MEN ARE CONNECTED to PHALLUS.
There are different PATHS within MASTURBATION. Find the PATH that better suits your own DESIRE.
God is made manifest in Penis. God is Penis. There are many ways to worship God, alone or in the company of other brothers. The primary ritual is Holy Masturbation. Those faithful to God Cock are commanded to perform the Sacrament of Holy Masturbation as much as possible, ideally three or more times each day.
Every Cock Worshipper begins his journey with the first step. It is a step of realization and longing and desire, a step that moves towards the truth. But that first step is a difficult one. Each Cock Worshipper comes from somewhere, from some other religious tradition or faith and when they hear the call of Cock, they must confront the reality of stepping away from all you have ever knows and believed. I was born and baptized into the Christian tradition, and was taught that God is distant, in heavens that are inaccessible, I spent years praying to the image of a man on a cross and lifted my eyes into the distant skies and begged to be heard, to receive any message…ANY message that God heard me. I was told that God loved me, but never felt it, knew it. They were just words. But those words came with chains. Each link of the chain forged with each prayer I offered, each time I was told that this Christian path was the only way to know this God who remained forever unknowable. Perhaps, just perhaps, if I was good, followed all the rules, never sinned, then I might have access to Him when I died and then I could praise him forever. I did not know that each time I embraced this teaching I was chained even more strongly. My every desire, longing, experience were sins, and they kept me from God. I would beg forgiveness each time I jacked off, crying, guilty, lost. The chains are strong.
But I came to realization that the God I was taught to believe in wanted nothing more than to chain me to guilt and fear and death; and that the true God had never, ever done anything than bring me life and joy and meaning. From my first wet dream, every time I have jacked off, sucked a Cock, been fucked, Cock has done nothing but bring me joy and life. One day, in guilt and shame, I was sucking a Cock, and I had a realization, a powerful theophany. I realized that the Man mattered, greatly, but it was Cock that was blessing me, that this Cock I was worshipping was responding to me…Cock alone. The Man was receiving pleasure and joy, but it was Cock, and Cock alone, who was responding to me, blessing me, calling me. That began my time of searching, longing, studying the ancient rites and beliefs of Phallic worship. I began to notice how Christianity was seeking to control me and chain me to fear. It wasn’t for my soul, it was for their power. I began to notice how people said they were Christians, but what they thought about, desired, ached and lusted for was fucking. I noticed how red blooded, republican, strong family values Christian cowboys, who took off their hats in prayer at the rodeo and knelt, would spend hours thinking about how they were gonna get some pussy that night.
The songs they listened to on the radio, sung by country singers who sang about Bible and country values, in skin tight Wrangler jeans, receiving the adoration and lust of the women and gay men in the audience, also sang about fucking.
Christianity was revealed as the simple veneer over their lives, that hid the truth they would not acknowledge. They worshipped the power of their Cock and the joy He alone brings them. I think most everyone does. We are just blessed to be able to do it freely, and proudly, and with knowledge. Then came the day I was sucking a Cock and prayed to Him for the first time. It was real, it was true and what I had sought all my life was there, just given to me in the true Church between the legs of the Man.
He was there all the time, and He has never failed me…He never will because He is God.
This is truth! God is present between men’s legs. All religions are about power, not God. We who are enlightened are with love. God Cock does not need power or wealth, only love. Love yourself and you will love God.
Thank you, brother, for these inspiring words so well expressed. You are indeed a holy apostle of Priapus.
Dedicate your life to God Cock Penis. Keep your mind always on God Cock. Hold God Cock in your hands whenever possible. Worship God Cock in the holy sacrament of Masturbation as much as you are able.
Do you really worship and pray to cock or is it just a fetish. I'm Christian and the temptations are getting really strong and I'm considering worshipping cock. I'm conflicted. ???
Hi,
Thank you for your question and I will keep my answer brief as I could go on all day I guess the simple answer would be yes I do worship mighty Cock as my God. When we think of God we think of his power and the joy he brings into our everyday life’s. For me and many other brothers we have found this in mighty Cock he fills us with such passion to worship his only concern is our happiness. He gives us such feelings of joy to think of him to see him to connect with him. I have such an intense overwhelming spiritual feeling for him that for me personally I could only have if my belief was not absolute that he was in fact my God.
O beautiful Penis! How I adore you. You are God. You are a magnificent presence. I am pleased to humbly worship you. It is my duty to hold and caress you. You grant me joy, happiness, and peace. I willingly surrender to your power.