“It’s all so interactive, isn’t it?” Jimmy spoke in a half-whisper, almost reverently. “The best clue I’ve found is to follow the heart. You know, go the most intuitive way you can by allowing that a path of love just had to be the best path.” He paused. “Don’t you think?”
“Love is always the best way to go, Jimmy,” Jenny responded. She hadn’t really given it a lot of thought. As a woman, she instinctively followed her heart and connected to the flow of life in a way that most men never approached. Except for that guy in the movie Dune, who drank the “water of life.”
“Love is always the answer, Jimmy,” Jenny added, seeing Jimmy’s searching eyes.
Jimmy shook from his reverie as Jenny’s words and the meaning and emotion behind them seeped into his consciousness to find a home.
Realization always seemed to come to him like that – a question put to the Universe, an answer channeled through a seeming someone in his life, a shudder as his being absorbed the information, the answer, the reciprocal, and then it all became one truth. And he looked out from that new truth.
“That’s the way it always works,” Jimmy said absent-mindedly. He turned towards Jenny.
“You have been the most amazing answer so far!” He grinned, and the grin turned to laughter, joy coursing through him suddenly as he tapped that part of himself that knew love above all things.
Jenny’s face lit up, a reflection of Jimmy’s, and she felt the same love energy course through her, her body warming in response and softening. She moved towards Jimmy in the bed, put a hand behind his head, and pulled him into a kiss while she continued to flow her body into contact with his.
The kiss went on and on, pulling moisture into the warmest places, blood rising in the warmth and pull, thoughts evaporating until only the intention to express love remained.
Jenny could feel his excitement growing against her thigh, and it called forth the essence of her being, the desire to envelop and hold love dearly, to “be love” in the space, and to channel the love that had been handed down through centuries of intercourse, in the blood and mess of creation, a symbol of the One Love, an outpouring of it.
Jimmy felt the shift within as he turned his mind from questions to certainty, from philosophy to expression, from perception to intention to immersion. And all the world moved with him, stoking him, awakening the universal urge to merge known throughout all time, the staff of truth planted in the fertile valley of love.
They made love until the “little death” shook them both, and they fell back into the world, reborn. JJ Book Series
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