Edging and Indulgence
CELEBRATE MYSELF

It is not BatorPower, the EGO, the PERSONALITY, that WAKES UP on this beautiful Saturday Morning, it is BatorPower as COCK,
…as PHALLIC GOD BECOMING.
It is AMENONUHOKO, the JEWELED SPEAR, that STIRS the PERSONALITY’S DREAMY UNCONSCIOUSNESS into AWAKENING.
It is PENIS.
IT IS COCK.
Itching.
Calling.
YEARNING FOR INDULGENCE.
It is BATOR HIMSELF who SPEAKS.
LOVE MYSELF.
INDULGE MYSELF.
CELEBRATE MYSELF.
I AM COCK.
I AM GOD.

BATOR is already SEMI-ERECT. HE is RIPE with MUSK. Traces of COCONUT OIL and SHORTENING still cling to HIM from the SERVICE he had shortly before 5:00 AM; HE HAD WOKEN that early, DESIRED SATISFACTION, and FONDLED HIMSELF to sleep again.
Now, with HIS PHALLIC SOLAR FATHER already shining in the sky, BATOR WILLS HIMSELF INTO ECSTASY. HE rolls and stretches and takes a DEEP WHIFF of his PITS.
BATOR REJOICES IN HIMSELF.
HOW SATISFYING it is to SAVOR, APPRECIATE and RELISH HIS OWN BODY, HIS OWN SMELLS, HIS OWN DESIRES AS THEY ARE.
SHAMELESS, LEWD and HAPPY, HE SMILES as HE FEASTS;
AS HE PARTAKES OF HIMSELF, HE KNOWS HIMSELF PERFECT.
BATOR IS PERFECT NOT in the SENSE of BEING “FLAWLESS” or LIVING UP TO CULTURAL CANONS of BEAUTY or MASCULINITY.
BATOR IS PERFECT AS A SON OF THE ABSOLUTE. HE IS BUT A SPARK OF CONSCIOUSNESS, yet THE DIVINE PULSES and THROBS IN HIM.
BATOR is too a CREATOR, HE CREATES HIS IMMEDIATE REALITY and CONTRIBUTES TO THE CREATION of THE WHOLE.
As such, and as HE TAKES RESPONSIBILITY for HIS OWN PLEASURE, HIS OWN HAPPINESS,
HE IS A PHALLIC GOD BECOMING.

HE dips four fingers into pure, rich, COCONUT OIL (reckon HE would have FISTED that jar if HE could do so), and, just like the JEWELED SPEAR, HE ANOINTS HIMSELF with JUICE DRAWN from the SEED of the EARTH.
BREATHING DEEPLY, HE CEREMONIOUSLY RE-KINDLES THE FIRE OF HIS LUST.
The FOUR ELEMENTS have been HONORED.
HE IS THE GATEKEEPER, THE MASTER OF HIS OWN PLEASURE. HE TENDS TO HIS FIRE. REGULATING IT, FEEDING IT AT TIMES, LETTING IT WANE WHEN IT IS ABOUT TO BURST.
HE CHOOSES PERPETUAL PLEASURE.
HE CHOOSES A STATE OF ONGOING BLISS.
HE RIDES THE EDGE, SKILLFULLY STANDING AT THE MIDDLE OF THE WAY BETWEEN HEAVEN and HELL, OPPOSITES on the SPECTRUM of DUALITY.

LIGHT AND DARKNESS GATHER WITHIN.
PERFECT HARMONY OF LUST, and SELF-LOVE.
THE STRUGGLE AND SURRENDER of INDESCRIBABLE PLEASURE and the ANGST of RESISTING the DESIRE TO EJACULATE HIS SEED.
HE WANTS NOT TO “FINISH,” HE WANTS NOT TO “BEGIN.”
NOTHING EVER ENDS TO BEGIN WITH!
AWAY WITH THE ILLUSION OF SEPARATION,
AWAY WITH THE ILLUSION OF TIME…

IT IS ONLY THE PRESENT THAT IS, THAT EXISTS.
ALL BUT THE NOW IS AN ILLUSION, A DREAM OF ME.
I AM NOW. I AM ONE WITH THE ENTIRE CREATION.
I AM PENIS.
I AM ALL.
THIS PLEASURE, THIS ECSTASY.
I WILL IT INTO EXISTENCE.

I HEAL MYSELF, THUS I HEAL IT ALL.
I INDULGE MYSELF, THUS I INDULGE IT ALL.
I CELEBRATE MYSELF, THUS I CELEBRATE IT ALL.
I LOVE MYSELF…

THUS I LOVE IT ALL!









