As I think I have mentioned before, my favourite definition of insanity is when you keep doing things the same way and expecting different outcomes. Considering the big changes I’ve been making in my life you might think I’m an unlikely candidate for this particular definition, and for the most part you would be correct!
So why is it that on three separate occasions, over four days, I’ve eaten something ‘naughty’ and then spent time feeling either low in energy, nauseous, or both of the above. Here I am ‘Miss Purity 2013’ and it can still happen, in fact the purer you become the less you can get away with. The trick is to choose my poisons carefully, hot cross buns with some kind of questionable butter imitation is going on to the list with a skull and cross-bones as the header. The fact that it’s there at work tempting she who may not partake of grains without consequence, is no excuse.
Ok, so I’m breaking another of my rules for proper conduct in a healthy life, I’m committing the cardinal sin of self-flagellation. There was a time when the literal version was considered to be a valid pathway to a deeper communion with God, only the most diehard, closet masochist priest, would still be heading in that particular direction.
But in this crazy world anything is possible, and I guess self-flagellation, whipping or being whipped, is very much a part of the S and M culture. I don’t imagine many of the participants seeing it as a direct line to God, but it would seem that it may be an unlikely doorway to experiencing a full body energetic orgasm. I’d never really thought about it until I read an article by Janet Hardy called ‘My tantric “awakening” turned me off sex.’ S and M activities do, it seems, take one into an altered state of consciousness, makes sense really considering the extreme nature of these pleasures. So if someone who has spent a lot of time in that reality is then introduced to tantric practices the result can be, in a word, explosive!