Part One: A Moment For Indonesia & The Rest Of The World/Part Two: The Navel

The Bible Reincarnate (TBR)

Part One

A Moment For Indonesia & The Rest Of The World

Three weeks ago, when I first began this quest to bring us my lovely brothers and sisters together for a brighter tomorrow, (more on that latter) although much interest in this love I have for us as one people of the world has been felt from Russia to Columbia and from Morocco to Mexico, those brothers and sisters of ours from the great islands of Indonesia have spilled out in abundance to take part in my words ten fold. To all of you, I say thank you.

As for the rest of the world, how awesome are you? Your energy has propelled me forward to find ways for all of us to come together in the name of one true book, The Bible Reincarnate (TBR). Let it be known now to everyone that my new hope for us is to have “The Bible Reincarnate” (TBR) web page up in August of this year. With this new venture being created, it will give you as well as I a place to put our own individual gospels, a true living bible online for the world of all faiths to be a part of thus creating the oneness we all have been striving for.

So take time out now to create your personal book, your words of wisdom, your individual path of perfection via trial, error, as well as success with your god/gods/goddesses as well as your dreams/plans for your future in this life and the next. Also, get the word out to other like-minded souls similar to ours so that they too can join us in this new day. As time marches forward, I will share more with you regarding ways we can find common interests in the faiths that make us individuals as well as one with others.

A new spiritual revolution is almost here. I look forward to coming together with you!

Part Two

The Navel

I wrote the following while on my way here to visit Hong Kong: In the middle of the night, starring into darkness, nothing to see above nor below, I take a moment out to respect the stillness despite the fact that I am 33, 019 feet above the earth, traveling at 521 miles an hour.

Around me, 100’s of souls/worlds rest in the quietness along side of me, preparing for a new day. Is this moment similar to our own, our moment between lives? Is it similar to what may feel like forever when the soul is in the womb of it’s mother knowing it’s light/new day awaits as it sit’s in what appears to be similar stillness, comfortable in space and time waiting for the hour of it’s birth/arrival?

Birth, life, death may be all one in the same, are they not when one looks into the real possibility of reincarnation?

Muffled voices are all around me as the planes engines drown out the words of what is being said by others just feet away from my ears. I have read that some doctors have made mention that when one is in there mother’s womb and surrounded by fluid, while listening to the absolute closeness of there mother’s heart, voices of those outside our mothers belly sound just as muffled.

As for the navel, our adorable passage from once food and drink flowed abundant, I have always wondered about my sexual interest in such a beautiful part of the human body. Is it possible via my sub-conscious memory of such a lovely place, within my mother’s womb, is what I have truly been looking at and not the sexual interest I thought it may have been?

I remember as a child, my interest in the navel. I found it such a sexual pleasurable site even before I reached puberty. I remember doing what ever I could to catch a glimpse of a female’s tummy and in my minds eye, I kept snapshots of such wonderful memories. I still do. What I find to be one of my most erotic navel visions is when two beautiful girls, half naked, tummies exposed are pressed against each other’s in a deep passionate kiss. I also find it most pleasurable when one lovely lady either caresses her own naked tummy or caresses that of another lovely ladies navel.

The navel, spiritual and erotic, the female tummy, the end all be all base of our creation, the first impression of the womb in its most sensual sense, how I love it so. To caress it, to kiss it, to love it, to lick it, to respect it, I do.

To view a bare belly, exposed with droplets of sweat in a warm August sun, how terrific. May it forever be viewed upon in its most sexual identity as well as be protected always when carrying life. 

Blessed Be-