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The Horned Wolf
"The Horned Wolf"
Short Story by Kaliptus
Amidst the darker forests of Sweden, a horned wolf, never before seen by human eyes, existed amongst the creatures of the night. Its birth and origins are as mysterious as the origins of the soul itself but its age had to be no younger than 400 years old. Though the horned wolf had not needed to eat as much flesh to survive as he daily did in his younger age, he now sustained his endurance with bi-monthly meals. It was due, his time to eat and in the middle of the dark forest night, he stumbled upon a beautiful, naked girl stepping into a pond. Her flesh was a very pale white and she was thin but curved delicately. Her long hair was a reddish bright brown and waved down to the center of her pelvis. Skies black, and full moon reflecting upon the pond’s waters, the horned wolf lurked and gazed upon this beauty of flesh and bone. A drip of drool slips from the wolf’s mouth and lands below on the moist grasses occupied by crickets, beetles, spiders and oversized water bugs. In this windless night, the girl slowly walks into the waters, step by step, descending into the depths until she is neck high. Only wild crickets and the gentleness of the parting waters could be heard, as the girl begins to swim. She dives underneath to wet her hair and behind her, the horned wolf sneaks into the waters swiftly but quite silently. Much like an alligator, the horned wolf spirals around her but keeps his distance a few yards behind her at all times. He stalks her beauty and every move of grace, waiting for the perfect moment to devour her. She swims up for air, from underneath the waters and relaxes.
The wolf’s heart begins to pound harder and faster as he becomes more and more aware of the rhythms of her hear beating. As he focuses only on his gaze upon her and the sound of her beating hear, his heart begins to match her beat and he goes into trance. His vision turns into a reddish orange haze and he indulges in trance like never before. This prey was different than all the others. As he tuned in, deeper into the trance, the girl gasped, becoming aware of the trance itself as if it were an invisible channel that one could tune into telepathically. The souls of the two began to intertwine themselves in a sort of hypnagogic spell of magical lust. Orbs began to manifest around and above the pond, a site that not one or the other had ever witnessed before. As the waters began to dimly glow and the two became ever more connected through the trance, the girl began to moan softly and quiver. The wolf’s beating heart felt as if it had risen to his head and continued to sync to the girl’s. Her eyes, now rolling behind her skull and expressing the most vibrant and hypnotic signs of possession, began to glow reddish orange like the color of the wolf’s vision. Though she uncontrollably surrendered to this orgasmic force, she remained very conscious of her magnifying senses. Every molecule of her nakedness throbbed with immense energy and pleasure.
The wolf’s breathing disrupted his own silence as he began to lose control of himself. He lunged himself at the girls neck and throat and began to nibble on her enough for slender bleeding but not enough for a kill. His phallus erects itself and he penetrates her sacred temple, breaking away her virginity forever. Droplets of blood now dissipate underwater from her genitalia as the two embrace each other in this carnal and nocturnal love. Diffracted shockwaves of orange energy pulse and radiate out of the two, rippling through the waters and out, onto the grasslands. The orbs begin to glow brighter with each pulsation and each repeating penetrative thrust that the wolf delivers in his love making catharsis. The girl, now screaming like a maenad and feasting upon her horned lycanthrope lover, wraps her arms and legs around the beast. The spirits of the forest manifest around them and begin to dance and rejoice. Archetypal forms rise and dissolve in the ether threads of semi-transparent energies that emit from the two lovers. Illumination chases away the darkness out of the forest pond as the phantoms of love multiply in quantity and quality. The wolf and the girl begin to climax. His black claws tightly grasp her all over, scarring her slightly on her breasts, thighs and back. As he penetrates her deeper and faster, he makes his way to lift her from behind, with one paw stimulating her down below and another grasping her voluptuous breasts. The two begin to float out of the water and rise up towards the skies.
A vortex of thundering clouds from above begins to spiral down around them and engulfs the two as they rise towards the skies. Their lovemaking becomes deeper than ever now and the horned wolf’s penetrations become so fast that no human or mammal’s anatomy could ever be competent enough to match its smooth and rhythmic speed. The screaming girl ejaculates during the peak of the climax, and her own vaginal waters come splashing out into the pond below, like the bursting of a water balloon that has been filled to the max. The horned wolf’s phallus bursts a bright orange light that fills her entire body and all of her cells explode with ecstasy like never before. Her vision goes white. Everything goes silent in the eternity of the moment. The wolf enters her heart, realizing for the first time the he had been a spirit all along, rather than a physical deity. As the white flash fades out, the body of the girl drops from the sky and she falls into the waters of the pond beneath her, in a state of utopian rapture. As she resurfaces from underneath the water and surrenders to the floating of her naked flesh, she begins to become aware of the wolf’s forces dwelling in her heart. He is forever inside her now and his forces are now hers to employ. She lies there, floating in the waters of the pond and staring at the moon, remembering now her personal identity that she had previously given up in trade for her transformative bliss and union with the horned wolf. She remembered that she had been a witch at play all along and had actually invoked the horned wolf after all. Though his lustful appearance and powers surprised her and caught her off guard she knew that this wondrous beast would be the best lover she would of ever have known. In fact, the witch of the past and the horned wolf had symbolically died in their union and a new being was reborn, dressed in the flesh and bones of the witch. And though the newborn empress of magical forces had access to both the astral memories of the wolf and the earthly memories of the witch, she made her way out of the waters as a new and powerful being. The union of the two souls had made a third soul, which was now her new identity. She had grown more powerful in her preceding moments than a combination of powers that the previous two could have ever imagined. As she walked out of the waters and on through the forest, she radiated with divinity and was made more graceful and cunning than a sylph or the devil himself. She was ready to take on the world with not only new eyes but also an entirely new archetypal essence. Her new soul made its mark so deeply into the collective that it subtly and eternally changed the whole of timelessness itself. She had become the horned wolf incarnate and experienced the kind of Love that even the gods find rare and cherish most.
Short Story by Kaliptus
Amidst the darker forests of Sweden, a horned wolf, never before seen by human eyes, existed amongst the creatures of the night. Its birth and origins are as mysterious as the origins of the soul itself but its age had to be no younger than 400 years old. Though the horned wolf had not needed to eat as much flesh to survive as he daily did in his younger age, he now sustained his endurance with bi-monthly meals. It was due, his time to eat and in the middle of the dark forest night, he stumbled upon a beautiful, naked girl stepping into a pond. Her flesh was a very pale white and she was thin but curved delicately. Her long hair was a reddish bright brown and waved down to the center of her pelvis. Skies black, and full moon reflecting upon the pond’s waters, the horned wolf lurked and gazed upon this beauty of flesh and bone. A drip of drool slips from the wolf’s mouth and lands below on the moist grasses occupied by crickets, beetles, spiders and oversized water bugs. In this windless night, the girl slowly walks into the waters, step by step, descending into the depths until she is neck high. Only wild crickets and the gentleness of the parting waters could be heard, as the girl begins to swim. She dives underneath to wet her hair and behind her, the horned wolf sneaks into the waters swiftly but quite silently. Much like an alligator, the horned wolf spirals around her but keeps his distance a few yards behind her at all times. He stalks her beauty and every move of grace, waiting for the perfect moment to devour her. She swims up for air, from underneath the waters and relaxes.
The wolf’s heart begins to pound harder and faster as he becomes more and more aware of the rhythms of her hear beating. As he focuses only on his gaze upon her and the sound of her beating hear, his heart begins to match her beat and he goes into trance. His vision turns into a reddish orange haze and he indulges in trance like never before. This prey was different than all the others. As he tuned in, deeper into the trance, the girl gasped, becoming aware of the trance itself as if it were an invisible channel that one could tune into telepathically. The souls of the two began to intertwine themselves in a sort of hypnagogic spell of magical lust. Orbs began to manifest around and above the pond, a site that not one or the other had ever witnessed before. As the waters began to dimly glow and the two became ever more connected through the trance, the girl began to moan softly and quiver. The wolf’s beating heart felt as if it had risen to his head and continued to sync to the girl’s. Her eyes, now rolling behind her skull and expressing the most vibrant and hypnotic signs of possession, began to glow reddish orange like the color of the wolf’s vision. Though she uncontrollably surrendered to this orgasmic force, she remained very conscious of her magnifying senses. Every molecule of her nakedness throbbed with immense energy and pleasure.
The wolf’s breathing disrupted his own silence as he began to lose control of himself. He lunged himself at the girls neck and throat and began to nibble on her enough for slender bleeding but not enough for a kill. His phallus erects itself and he penetrates her sacred temple, breaking away her virginity forever. Droplets of blood now dissipate underwater from her genitalia as the two embrace each other in this carnal and nocturnal love. Diffracted shockwaves of orange energy pulse and radiate out of the two, rippling through the waters and out, onto the grasslands. The orbs begin to glow brighter with each pulsation and each repeating penetrative thrust that the wolf delivers in his love making catharsis. The girl, now screaming like a maenad and feasting upon her horned lycanthrope lover, wraps her arms and legs around the beast. The spirits of the forest manifest around them and begin to dance and rejoice. Archetypal forms rise and dissolve in the ether threads of semi-transparent energies that emit from the two lovers. Illumination chases away the darkness out of the forest pond as the phantoms of love multiply in quantity and quality. The wolf and the girl begin to climax. His black claws tightly grasp her all over, scarring her slightly on her breasts, thighs and back. As he penetrates her deeper and faster, he makes his way to lift her from behind, with one paw stimulating her down below and another grasping her voluptuous breasts. The two begin to float out of the water and rise up towards the skies.
A vortex of thundering clouds from above begins to spiral down around them and engulfs the two as they rise towards the skies. Their lovemaking becomes deeper than ever now and the horned wolf’s penetrations become so fast that no human or mammal’s anatomy could ever be competent enough to match its smooth and rhythmic speed. The screaming girl ejaculates during the peak of the climax, and her own vaginal waters come splashing out into the pond below, like the bursting of a water balloon that has been filled to the max. The horned wolf’s phallus bursts a bright orange light that fills her entire body and all of her cells explode with ecstasy like never before. Her vision goes white. Everything goes silent in the eternity of the moment. The wolf enters her heart, realizing for the first time the he had been a spirit all along, rather than a physical deity. As the white flash fades out, the body of the girl drops from the sky and she falls into the waters of the pond beneath her, in a state of utopian rapture. As she resurfaces from underneath the water and surrenders to the floating of her naked flesh, she begins to become aware of the wolf’s forces dwelling in her heart. He is forever inside her now and his forces are now hers to employ. She lies there, floating in the waters of the pond and staring at the moon, remembering now her personal identity that she had previously given up in trade for her transformative bliss and union with the horned wolf. She remembered that she had been a witch at play all along and had actually invoked the horned wolf after all. Though his lustful appearance and powers surprised her and caught her off guard she knew that this wondrous beast would be the best lover she would of ever have known. In fact, the witch of the past and the horned wolf had symbolically died in their union and a new being was reborn, dressed in the flesh and bones of the witch. And though the newborn empress of magical forces had access to both the astral memories of the wolf and the earthly memories of the witch, she made her way out of the waters as a new and powerful being. The union of the two souls had made a third soul, which was now her new identity. She had grown more powerful in her preceding moments than a combination of powers that the previous two could have ever imagined. As she walked out of the waters and on through the forest, she radiated with divinity and was made more graceful and cunning than a sylph or the devil himself. She was ready to take on the world with not only new eyes but also an entirely new archetypal essence. Her new soul made its mark so deeply into the collective that it subtly and eternally changed the whole of timelessness itself. She had become the horned wolf incarnate and experienced the kind of Love that even the gods find rare and cherish most.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Dialogue between a Bodhisattva and a Savage
Dialogue between a Bodhisattva and a Savage
(Fiction by Kaliptus)
It was an autumnal, chilly evening. The setting sun cast skewed shadows amongst the highest rocky mountains of Spiti Valley where a Bodhisattva sat, legs crossed in meditation, enjoying the breeze. A few yards away, a bearded savage approached the mountain top, dirty with blood stains and mud all over his old smelly clothes, drinking the last of his booze as he got closer and closer to the calm and serene Bodhisattva. Giggling with a sinister and provocative intent, the middle-aged bearded fool sat in front of the Bodhisattva to test his wisdom.
SAVAGE: Are you alive?… eh heh heh.. Anybody home.. Ugh!! The hell you doing here in the cold? Got some change to spare?
BODHISATTVA: ….
SAVAGE: What's the matter? Don't say much do ya?
BODHISATTVA: ….
SAVAGE: Ya know… its kind of dangerous for an unarmed man to be hangin' out around here with no company or anything. A lot of wild beasts roam around, predators of all kinds starving for flesh and all.
BODHISATTVA: I fear not beasts or flesh-dominated creatures. If I am to die, I will die here today. I fear not death. I embrace it.
SAVAGE: He speaks! hahaha. For a minute I thought you were a mute or something. Hey, you said you embrace death and all right. Well, want to hear a story, ya crazy old kook? I killed a man today. That's right, no regrets neither. The bastard was a pathetic fool anyways, full of riches but as dumb as a pig. I take what I can get. The world is a jungle. Its either eat or get eaten. But know worries for you old kook, I've got no reason to harm' ya… at least for now, hahahahaha!
BODHISATTVA: You are very in-tuned with your animal nature, a rare feat for the average man in today's world. Many have forgotten that although we are all One Cosmic point of unified and divine consciousness in our truest aspect, we are temporarily bound by flesh,an animal body, which has its carnal and wicked urges rooted in a history of thousands of years of genetic bio-survival imprints. I've learned all about this and have tamed the beast within with Yoga. I can teach you if you are interested.
SAVAGE: Yoga? Sounds like its for pussies.. What you think your better than me or somethin?
BODHISATTVA: Not better, not worse. We are One. But in this incarnation, I have chosen Spirit over Flesh with the aid of disciplinary exercises. You have obviously chosen Flesh over Spirit, not worse, not better. Each has his own style. Each and every path eventually leads every soul to enlightenment… If you go deep enough.
SAVAGE: I do love flesh! You can say that again… You got any food on ya?
BODHISATTVA: I do not.
SAVAGE: What's you got in that bag of yours, heh, Heh?
The Savage unleashes a dagger from his boot and started fiddling with it, waving it in front of the bodhisattva's face as if to taunt him. Angered by the unresponsive reaction he attempts to mug the bodhisattva, but in a blink of an eye, the bodhisattva was gone, leaving behind his garments and dress clothes.
SAVAGE: What the!? You damn fool, where did you go?
BODHISATTVA: I'm right behind you. Was your awareness too limited and slow to perceive my movement just now
SAVAGE: What! I don't know how you just pulled that one, but you vanished out of thin air!!! How did you do that?
BODHISATTVA: I didn't do that. But you surely perceived it. When one works from the Spirit, one can achieve many wonderful feats, all of which are mere illusion but none of which are of any value at all when referenced to the Unifying Light of the Absolute.
SAVAGE: You are one arrogant, self-righteous, sneaky prick aren't ya, old man. I'll blame this one on the rye whiskey! let's see if you can dodge my next blow!!
The Savage tossed the dagger at the naked Bodhisattva's face, skillfully, like he had thrown daggers all of his life. The bodhisattva didn't flinch. Immediately out of nowhere, a strong gust of wind blows the dagger slightly off direction and the blade barely misses the bodhisattva's face by about a quarter of an inch.
SAVAGE: You lucky FUCK!!! I never miss. Is this another one of your tricks? How the fuck did you pull that one. I can kill three birds with one knife!!! Arghhh!!!
The savage lunged himself at the bodhisattva's throat and out of nowhere, a snow leoard, appears from his left and attacks the savage with great force. The savage falls on his back and the snow leopard ravages the savage's arm as he holds it up over his face in, screaming in pain. The bodhisattva sighs and approaches the wild beast. He whistles to it and the beast stops the attack and retreats back into the wilderness. The savage, breathing heavily now in despair, with his arm all torn and bloody, lies on the ground in shock, grunting and moaning.
SAVAGE: What the fuck, man! urghh, huh… I guess you saved my life.. I would of sliced that fucker anyways but… You've got some luck surrounding you or something. I might hang around with you more. Maybe it'll rub off on me or something. Hahaha… Urgh.. Then again I don't believe in luck. Its gotta be a coincidence, cause' I sure as hell don't believe in cheesy magic tricks neither. *hiccup*
BODHISATTVA: Its not luck or magic. I simply trust the universe. I have trained my mind to be immovable like a mountain and at times, the nature of my surroundings support that inner discipline that I have attained.
SAVAGE: Bullshit we are all fucking ANIMALS not super heroes with special powers! Just like the fucker that just bit me. There's no changing that, just indulging in it. People, animals, the world, nothing changes!! Its the nature of the beast. You ever rip the guts out of a living human?!! You ever slice a woman's nipple off because she was being such a cunt! They are all made of flesh and they all die squealing. I kill, rape, steal and cheat my way through life because that's how the animal kingdom rolls! Its the only thing that keeps me alive. Its fucking natural in this violent world we live in. I see these little clueless, sheep-like individuals running around, they don't even know what its like to be human. I may not sit on a fucking mountain top like some wise old tricky kook, but I sure as hell know the deal. This cosmic mumbo-jumbo shit is just an invention of the minds of idiots like you. If I believed in such a thing as God then I'd be it because I invented it to begin with. Its only rational to tune into my nature and pride myself above all others, like a wolf in the woods, ready to snatch some prey!
BODHISATTVA: I'm not denying anything you've said. You are right and wrong in some sense. But here's one thing that I would like to mentioned. It seems as though beneath that animal body of yours and mine, beneath the beast, beneath all living things, there is a divine force that is your truest self. When I focus on a single point of awareness, I block all of my animal senses, I stop the scattered thoughts of my wild brain and in doing so, I sense deprivate and become aware of what's beyond. I become aware of the radiant light of the Godself which we are all apart of and connected to. It is us, inseparable! It is the source of all life and death. It is a Rawness that from which everything else is a modification of. Some never experience it directly. Some only read about it. But if you push yourself beyond your fleshy indulgences and limitations, you will come face to face with this Light, with your true self. Have you ever tried to tame the beast within?
SAVAGE: Uh huh… I tamed your mom! Slapped her in the pussy and fucked her in the ass. Hahahahaha… Ow… my fuckin arm
BODHISATTVA: ……
SAVAGE: You ever do that? Huh!! Ever fuck a bitch! Or are you too much an old crazy fuck to eat pussy… You know I bet you're probably still a virgin, and by now you're probably impotent too. I do owe you one for scaring off that beast. I could take you to the nearest Bordello and have your elderly ass de-virginized. Lots of delicious Hoes.. all taste like chicken though!! Muahahahahhahaha..Ow….huh… This one bitch I knew once, had no legs, lost them in an accident or some shit. I used to toss her on my lap and pound the fuck out of here, twirl her around in circles on my cock too, Hahahahah good times!
BODHISATTVA: ……
The Bodhisattva walked back to his spot, where he was previously seated, redressed himself and tossed a canteen of water then returned to his deep mediation. The savage greedily chugged most of it down and poured the rest on his wound, while wrapping bits of torn cloth from his dirty clothes around his arm.
SAVAGE: You know, how to make a fire with no matches? Let me teach you something old man. See these two sticks here… Ima rub em' real hard like I did to that one bitch's clit. Hehehehe...
BODHISATTVA: I feel your emptiness, brother. You take all the gratification you can get from the material world because you are trying to feed an emptiness that can never be fulfilled unless you fill it with the light of your "Higher Self" I have achieved supreme enlightenment and in doing so could withstand some of the most horrible scenarios in the world and feel nothing but bliss. I could scorch my flesh with flames and feel all of your best orgasms combined times a thousand-fold and more. I don't need material comforts because I can activate any pleasure or treasure from within. I have direct access to my neural behavior and could even experience a tantric orgasm at will if I wanted to, but none of it at all compares to the Light of the Absolute. But then again do not believe me. Experience it for yourself.
SAVAGE: You sound like a self-righteous prick but I think I'm startin' to like ya. What's this nonsense about this Light shit anyways. How do I experience this shit. Do I take a fuckin' mushroom or what?
BODHISATTVA: Here let me show you the art of Yoga.
With a small fire, half started amidst a nightly sky in the wilderness of Spiti Valley, The Savage and the Bodhisattva stood on one leg, palms together in front of their chests, breathing rhythmically and practicing the art of Yoga in attempt to experience enlightenment like never before.
(Fiction by Kaliptus)
It was an autumnal, chilly evening. The setting sun cast skewed shadows amongst the highest rocky mountains of Spiti Valley where a Bodhisattva sat, legs crossed in meditation, enjoying the breeze. A few yards away, a bearded savage approached the mountain top, dirty with blood stains and mud all over his old smelly clothes, drinking the last of his booze as he got closer and closer to the calm and serene Bodhisattva. Giggling with a sinister and provocative intent, the middle-aged bearded fool sat in front of the Bodhisattva to test his wisdom.
SAVAGE: Are you alive?… eh heh heh.. Anybody home.. Ugh!! The hell you doing here in the cold? Got some change to spare?
BODHISATTVA: ….
SAVAGE: What's the matter? Don't say much do ya?
BODHISATTVA: ….
SAVAGE: Ya know… its kind of dangerous for an unarmed man to be hangin' out around here with no company or anything. A lot of wild beasts roam around, predators of all kinds starving for flesh and all.
BODHISATTVA: I fear not beasts or flesh-dominated creatures. If I am to die, I will die here today. I fear not death. I embrace it.
SAVAGE: He speaks! hahaha. For a minute I thought you were a mute or something. Hey, you said you embrace death and all right. Well, want to hear a story, ya crazy old kook? I killed a man today. That's right, no regrets neither. The bastard was a pathetic fool anyways, full of riches but as dumb as a pig. I take what I can get. The world is a jungle. Its either eat or get eaten. But know worries for you old kook, I've got no reason to harm' ya… at least for now, hahahahaha!
BODHISATTVA: You are very in-tuned with your animal nature, a rare feat for the average man in today's world. Many have forgotten that although we are all One Cosmic point of unified and divine consciousness in our truest aspect, we are temporarily bound by flesh,an animal body, which has its carnal and wicked urges rooted in a history of thousands of years of genetic bio-survival imprints. I've learned all about this and have tamed the beast within with Yoga. I can teach you if you are interested.
SAVAGE: Yoga? Sounds like its for pussies.. What you think your better than me or somethin?
BODHISATTVA: Not better, not worse. We are One. But in this incarnation, I have chosen Spirit over Flesh with the aid of disciplinary exercises. You have obviously chosen Flesh over Spirit, not worse, not better. Each has his own style. Each and every path eventually leads every soul to enlightenment… If you go deep enough.
SAVAGE: I do love flesh! You can say that again… You got any food on ya?
BODHISATTVA: I do not.
SAVAGE: What's you got in that bag of yours, heh, Heh?
The Savage unleashes a dagger from his boot and started fiddling with it, waving it in front of the bodhisattva's face as if to taunt him. Angered by the unresponsive reaction he attempts to mug the bodhisattva, but in a blink of an eye, the bodhisattva was gone, leaving behind his garments and dress clothes.
SAVAGE: What the!? You damn fool, where did you go?
BODHISATTVA: I'm right behind you. Was your awareness too limited and slow to perceive my movement just now
SAVAGE: What! I don't know how you just pulled that one, but you vanished out of thin air!!! How did you do that?
BODHISATTVA: I didn't do that. But you surely perceived it. When one works from the Spirit, one can achieve many wonderful feats, all of which are mere illusion but none of which are of any value at all when referenced to the Unifying Light of the Absolute.
SAVAGE: You are one arrogant, self-righteous, sneaky prick aren't ya, old man. I'll blame this one on the rye whiskey! let's see if you can dodge my next blow!!
The Savage tossed the dagger at the naked Bodhisattva's face, skillfully, like he had thrown daggers all of his life. The bodhisattva didn't flinch. Immediately out of nowhere, a strong gust of wind blows the dagger slightly off direction and the blade barely misses the bodhisattva's face by about a quarter of an inch.
SAVAGE: You lucky FUCK!!! I never miss. Is this another one of your tricks? How the fuck did you pull that one. I can kill three birds with one knife!!! Arghhh!!!
The savage lunged himself at the bodhisattva's throat and out of nowhere, a snow leoard, appears from his left and attacks the savage with great force. The savage falls on his back and the snow leopard ravages the savage's arm as he holds it up over his face in, screaming in pain. The bodhisattva sighs and approaches the wild beast. He whistles to it and the beast stops the attack and retreats back into the wilderness. The savage, breathing heavily now in despair, with his arm all torn and bloody, lies on the ground in shock, grunting and moaning.
SAVAGE: What the fuck, man! urghh, huh… I guess you saved my life.. I would of sliced that fucker anyways but… You've got some luck surrounding you or something. I might hang around with you more. Maybe it'll rub off on me or something. Hahaha… Urgh.. Then again I don't believe in luck. Its gotta be a coincidence, cause' I sure as hell don't believe in cheesy magic tricks neither. *hiccup*
BODHISATTVA: Its not luck or magic. I simply trust the universe. I have trained my mind to be immovable like a mountain and at times, the nature of my surroundings support that inner discipline that I have attained.
SAVAGE: Bullshit we are all fucking ANIMALS not super heroes with special powers! Just like the fucker that just bit me. There's no changing that, just indulging in it. People, animals, the world, nothing changes!! Its the nature of the beast. You ever rip the guts out of a living human?!! You ever slice a woman's nipple off because she was being such a cunt! They are all made of flesh and they all die squealing. I kill, rape, steal and cheat my way through life because that's how the animal kingdom rolls! Its the only thing that keeps me alive. Its fucking natural in this violent world we live in. I see these little clueless, sheep-like individuals running around, they don't even know what its like to be human. I may not sit on a fucking mountain top like some wise old tricky kook, but I sure as hell know the deal. This cosmic mumbo-jumbo shit is just an invention of the minds of idiots like you. If I believed in such a thing as God then I'd be it because I invented it to begin with. Its only rational to tune into my nature and pride myself above all others, like a wolf in the woods, ready to snatch some prey!
BODHISATTVA: I'm not denying anything you've said. You are right and wrong in some sense. But here's one thing that I would like to mentioned. It seems as though beneath that animal body of yours and mine, beneath the beast, beneath all living things, there is a divine force that is your truest self. When I focus on a single point of awareness, I block all of my animal senses, I stop the scattered thoughts of my wild brain and in doing so, I sense deprivate and become aware of what's beyond. I become aware of the radiant light of the Godself which we are all apart of and connected to. It is us, inseparable! It is the source of all life and death. It is a Rawness that from which everything else is a modification of. Some never experience it directly. Some only read about it. But if you push yourself beyond your fleshy indulgences and limitations, you will come face to face with this Light, with your true self. Have you ever tried to tame the beast within?
SAVAGE: Uh huh… I tamed your mom! Slapped her in the pussy and fucked her in the ass. Hahahahaha… Ow… my fuckin arm
BODHISATTVA: ……
SAVAGE: You ever do that? Huh!! Ever fuck a bitch! Or are you too much an old crazy fuck to eat pussy… You know I bet you're probably still a virgin, and by now you're probably impotent too. I do owe you one for scaring off that beast. I could take you to the nearest Bordello and have your elderly ass de-virginized. Lots of delicious Hoes.. all taste like chicken though!! Muahahahahhahaha..Ow….huh… This one bitch I knew once, had no legs, lost them in an accident or some shit. I used to toss her on my lap and pound the fuck out of here, twirl her around in circles on my cock too, Hahahahah good times!
BODHISATTVA: ……
The Bodhisattva walked back to his spot, where he was previously seated, redressed himself and tossed a canteen of water then returned to his deep mediation. The savage greedily chugged most of it down and poured the rest on his wound, while wrapping bits of torn cloth from his dirty clothes around his arm.
SAVAGE: You know, how to make a fire with no matches? Let me teach you something old man. See these two sticks here… Ima rub em' real hard like I did to that one bitch's clit. Hehehehe...
BODHISATTVA: I feel your emptiness, brother. You take all the gratification you can get from the material world because you are trying to feed an emptiness that can never be fulfilled unless you fill it with the light of your "Higher Self" I have achieved supreme enlightenment and in doing so could withstand some of the most horrible scenarios in the world and feel nothing but bliss. I could scorch my flesh with flames and feel all of your best orgasms combined times a thousand-fold and more. I don't need material comforts because I can activate any pleasure or treasure from within. I have direct access to my neural behavior and could even experience a tantric orgasm at will if I wanted to, but none of it at all compares to the Light of the Absolute. But then again do not believe me. Experience it for yourself.
SAVAGE: You sound like a self-righteous prick but I think I'm startin' to like ya. What's this nonsense about this Light shit anyways. How do I experience this shit. Do I take a fuckin' mushroom or what?
BODHISATTVA: Here let me show you the art of Yoga.
With a small fire, half started amidst a nightly sky in the wilderness of Spiti Valley, The Savage and the Bodhisattva stood on one leg, palms together in front of their chests, breathing rhythmically and practicing the art of Yoga in attempt to experience enlightenment like never before.
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