I always thought I was a codependent rescuer because I was a person who was too nice without enough boundaries, willing to give myself up, to lose myself, helping another.
I went crazy the day I decided not to live life like everyone else. I went crazy the day I decided what everyone said I was supposed to have was not what I wanted, it was not enough.
Many, many lifetimes of suppressing the truth about the strength of vulnerability, about the power of authenticity and the critical need for the balance of the Divine Masculine and Feminine in each and every one of us, has created a planet full of numb people, but especially numb men.
There were no words, only an otherworldly pleasure that could not be contained, floating on the purity of perfect love, one never-ending blissfully orgasmic communion with the Universe, with Source, with God and All That Is