Weird Stuff

Unusual Erogenous Zone

Something most unusual has been happening while trying to remove the black rash on my neck. Soap and water don’t (Argh! Only noticed typo several hours later!!!) work so I’ve been scrubbing with rubbing alcohol and/or salicylic acid. They do work but it’s a very slow process. Apparently it could be some kind of yeast infection.

And this is the odd thing.

Rubbing away at it triggers some kind of sexual or sensual response – during the evening ablutions as well as morning and midday ones. (No one could accuse me of not keeping clean even if the splodges look anything but!)

Actually, they have reduced considerably and now look like someone has tried to garrotte me several times and failed – leaving strange wheals.

Anyway, last night, I amused myself thinking perhaps in a previous incarnation I had died from some kind of erotic suffocation. Not that I would know anything about that!


Pre-caffeine this morning, I found myself finally getting round to assembling the new work desk.

Thanks to the lack of space, it involved lots of zen movements to avoid having some sharp end cut open my bare thighs. It also meant moving lots of furniture yet again so files can be reached, and  I can get in the room etc.

But – yay! Success.

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Vibes & Other Dimensional Messages



Thomas Szasz once wrote “If you talk to God, you are praying; If God talks to you, you have schizophrenia. If the dead talk to you, you are a spiritualist; If you talk to the dead, you are a schizophrenic.” Wonder what he’d have said about empaths and vibes?

I find picking up vibes from others fascinating on the one hand and horribly intrusive on the other. Especially the sexual kind.

For rather more than a few days, it felt like every part of me was on fire. And no, I am not going to go into detail! This is a metaphysical blog not a porn one though the image is kind of related. And edited!

To be honest, I can only guess as to the originating source as the guy has not been in touch for weeks, and anyway, absolutely nothing happened – well apart from him appearing to have the hots when we met. (Most odd since I really did not give off any signals to say I was open for business, so to speak, and the few messages exchanged were devoid of any hanky-panky. On my part at least.)

It’s just that because God is so difficult to ‘hear’, I tend to mark every out-of-the-ordinary’ remark or incident as the divine trying to get in touch in some way.

If so, the only message I can get decipher is that I shouldn’t be ignoring my long dormant sexual needs. Hah! Like I want to indulge with passing strangers! Anyway, sex, however pleasing, never assuages soul loneliness which is why I have stayed clear of meaningless romantic entanglements these many long years. They always drain me of both emotional and spiritual energy.

But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t flattered. Getting older means you tend to accept that opportunities lessen (though I haven’t felt that as yet). And the day we met, was yet another bad hair and allergies day. Enjoyable, yes, but not necessarily the reason or source of the vibes. So all very puzzling – though thankfully now gone. Like I said, they really are intrusive and make getting anything done impossible.

And to end on a more higher spiritual note, I have noticed that being in tune with the Divine tends to increase one’s sexual potency. However, the general view cf Napoleon Hill & Yogananda is that one is supposed to transmute it.

Perhaps that was the message?

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