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India – An old man under a very big tree.
Bali – Magic mushrooms + vodka + a hooker or two and a swimming pool.
Welcome
This story is about you, the reader.
Understand your utterly unique ‘animal strength,’ simply by answering ‘Six Soul Questions’ honestly and quickly.
The book is short, because your personal answers are the purpose of the story.
The quiz is a fun, spiritual exploration of who you really are. Inside of you there are special and unique energies which can be realized, and then gradually and powerfully enlarged. Start this journey by interacting with this short story.
It’s all about the freedom of touching and relishing yourself. You will be surprised at the power of the story, and how revealing the interactions can be. Don’t think too much, just let it flow.
You might be thrilled at who you can ‘twin flame’ attract in real life with this knowledge – animal power is infinitely exciting.
To interact with the story, you will need something to write on before you start reading. When one of the ‘Six Soul Questions’ are asked, please write down the truth and write down your answer quickly.
Most importantly, enjoy.
(Paraphrased from a conversation which took place under a tree in Agra, India, 2014.)
From the Author
Hi, thanks for your interest in this little story. This story is a game, a game that you play inside of the actual story. I had a lot of fun writing it, the only difficult part was keeping it short and snappy.
You can read and answer the questions alone, or with somebody else, but, be prepared for an argument, or some hot fun, or maybe both.
For some reason, it really is possible to discover a LOT about yourself inside of this short story. I don’t really know why it works – it just does.
Get creative with your answers to the ‘Six Soul Questions,’ and enjoy a fresh, surprisingly powerful ‘you.’
Please enjoy your interaction with the story, you really will learn something about yourself.
BG LeBen.
From the Author’s Mother
“It’s a stupid story – I didn’t understand it… my son is an idiot. I just like ‘normal’ stories about ‘normal’ things. What is all this talk about the soul? The spirit? I don’t need spirituality! Thankfully… it was short.”
Six Soul Questions
Six burning seduction candles reflect six hundred.
A plain bare-wood floor, walls of mirrors clash and smash the women laying down, bathed in light, smiling, surrounded by fire glass.
While she lights the final candle, I want to know who you really are, I want to slide into your… spirit, the black woman asks the white woman surrounded by mirrors reflecting more mirrors, surprising shapes and sizes on every bedroom wall, you are my hero, you are my future…
Listening carefully, the white woman’s face glows, You must be your own, hero to the future, yes?
The black woman stays silent.
Ohhhh, your bedroom has no ceiling, just stars, the white woman gasps, her back sinking lower into the mattress, a moist smile looking towards the black woman, that’s impossible, by the way, her fingers roll a Buddhist symbol, a jade charm hanging from her neck, going deeper into me, nobody has ever, ever, slid into my spirit.
Really? the black woman replies, well, I know how to go inside of you, deeper than any man ever has… perhaps, perfect teeth shine from her candle-lit mouth, red tongue desire looks over the thick, white cotton bed-sheets flashing candle yellow, tiny breaths from stars and spirits flicker high.
Laying bare, the white woman’s eyes glow from stars piercing deep into pupils, Ok then, I trust you… go on, go inside, her eyes tunnel, desperately trying to touch, to reach.
Turning slowly, duck-down comfort warms the futon mattress recklessly placed in the middle of the room. The white womans back relaxes, legs opening slightly, arms and hands rolling out, surrender-starlight above watching and tasting everything with a heavenly lick.
Flicking with joy-light on the black woman’s back, hundreds of reflected candles wash through her body and eyes, sliding onto the futon, rolling to her back, copying the white woman’s body language, her back, her arms, her legs, Are you ready?
Yes.
We need to play a game, it’s six, soul questions, with a twist…
she smiles, it’s nice to have you beside me, at last, she giggles, so close to each other on the bed.
No skin touches, her face turns, What’s the twist?
Wait! Hahahaha, we must look up at the stars, we can’t look at each other, stare up, up! Up! Up!
Up! Up! Up! the white woman replies feeling silky, what’s the fucking twist?
Ahhhhh, yes, perhaps ‘twist’ is not the right word? staring at stars, reducing the distance with one mussheron thought pumping outside of time, it’s, ummmm, hmmmm, it’s a challenge? a twist wrapped in an enigma. oh! I’ve got it, it’s a key with no lock.
A key with no lock?
Two smooth bottoms press down on cotton, Yes… a key, without a lock, no lock anywhere, anywhere in the Universe! four eyes look up, billions of possibilities look down.
The top row of the white woman’s teeth lower and rise, a sliver of spit threads from top to bottom, I understand, she says slowly, yes, I feel it, I don’t understand it, but yes, I feel it – a key with no lock, of course, and freedom? with you? at last? brow furrowing, confused by her own words.
Good, now you are in the right frame of mind – an open mind… we can begin.
Both women take a deep breath.
Candles burn slowly, hot magic simmers inside mushroomed blood, The first question, the black woman states, your answer must, it MUST be the first thing that POPS into your head… you MUST be honest with yourself, ok? sucking her own tongue.
But what if my answer is wrong? What if the first POP into my brain… is wrong?
She smiles, There are no wrong answers in this game, there are only, ummm, ‘answers.’
Ok, she says quietly.
Relaxing much deeper into the mattress, OK POP! What is your favorite animal? go on, POP it out, be honest, what is your favorite animal?
1. Dear reader, write down your answer please – what is your favorite animal?
Ummmm, a bird! an eagle! the white woman replies.
Good good! that was fast, now tell me WHY the eagle is your favorite animal? four eyes pierce the sky, each eye identical.
2. Dear Reader, write down your answer please – why is your favorite animal so special to you?
Why? why… why do I love eagles? ahhhh, because they can fly, fly to anywhere, fly from tree to tree, they can get off the ground, they attack their prey, only to get, and eat, yes, only to eat what they need, then fly away… yes, the white woman is satisfied, an eagle.
Two smiling mouths, matching teeth, and matching tongues. The black woman asks, Now, tell me your second favorite animal? C’mon, fast reply! POP!
3. Dear Reader, write down your answer please – what is your second favorite animal?
Kelinci! Yes, my second favorite animal is a baby Kelinci!
Hahahaha, ohhhh, a baby rabbit, a ‘Kelinci’ is a rabbit… correct?
Yes.
The black woman’s tongue rolls, Why is a baby rabbit your second favorite animal?
4. Dear Reader, write down your answer please – why is your second favorite animal so special to you?
Because rabbits, because theyyyyyy, ummmm, because they are so cute? because they are so scared? no, because they are so timid, yes, ‘timid’ is the right word – they are not angry, or aggressive, she smiles, yes, that’s why.
Pulsing, reflected candle-fire heats up the bedroom, a finger presses deeply on a smooth spot of red heaven as she gets closer to her truth, Mmmmmmm, the white woman says, drifting even lower into the mattress.
Now… imagine your favorite place, it could be, ah, ‘the forest’ or…. ‘the beach’ or… ‘sitting in a cafe’ or anywhere you want, any place, any situation at all… her hands wave around, any… any… any…
5. Dear Reader, write down your answer please – what is your favorite place?
Flicking eyes up and above, the white woman, a mirror opening herself, opening her top and bottom lips to feel her favorite place, warmth and wetness slathering her, My favorite place is the ocean… any opportunity to look at the ocean, the waves, or just a flat, endless sea… yes, the ocean.
Now imagine you are looking at it.
I am.
Now tell me the FEELING you have, but try to make the answer only one word, or two words at most, ok? what is your EMOTION when you are looking at the ocean? be free with your words!
6. Dear Reader,
write down your answer please – what is the emotion you feel when you imagine being in your favorite place?
Four eyes close, mouths resting, half open, four sets of lips rushing moist, I feel ‘paradise,’ I feel ‘heaven,” no… NO! more than that, I will go beyond normal words, her throat moistening with the taste of herself, I feel… MERMAID! yes, the emotion is, ‘mermaid.’
Puffs of wind from above drop an invisible weight, the candles go out.
Dear Reader, breathe and focus on yourself for a minute or two. When you feel ready, please go to the next page for a recap.
Recap of the Six Soul Questions
1. What is your favorite animal?
2. Why is that animal your favorite animal?
3. What is your second favorite animal?
4. Why is that animal your second favorite animal?
5. What is your favorite place?
6. What is the emotion you feel in that favorite place?
the story continues…
What does it all mean? the white woman whispers into unexpected darkness, every muscle tense.
The black woman, wetter than she imagined, There is nobody here, but still, we whisper… softer starlight begins creeping down to the bedroom in a shadow-shower of bubbles, the favorite animal, it’s who you really are, it’s your true energy.
Fresh air fills two lungs with the deepest breath.
Wanting to be closer, but realizing that moving left or right makes no difference, she speaks again, The most important person in anyone’s life is themselves, even if you have children, you must look after yourself first, so that you can look after the children with health and vitalatis… now, you said ‘eagle,’ a bird that has freedom, and is forever vital, the bird that attacks and eats only what it needs, and flies away… so, you are a free spirit, you can never be caged, thinking for a few seconds, what else? an eagle? I suppose they are dangerous? they swoop, they take what they need, eat it, and fly… looking deeper through impossible light, so… you are an observer, a watcher from afar, swooping in, ripping apart what it needs, consuming, and then… gone.
I am an eagle, inside of myself, I feel it, she says, do you?
Arching her back, and relaxing, The second favorite animal represents the second most important person in anyone’s life, their lover, their true love, some people call it a soulmate, or a twin-flame, she gasps, you said, ‘a rabbit’ because they are cute, and ahhh, what else did you say?
Timid.
Yes, a rabbit, so timid… let me think, ahhhhhh, your true love is a gentle soul, a gentle soul that needs to be careful.
Careful?
Your favorite animal is an eagle! you are an eagle, rabbits must be careful of a swooping eagle, hmmmm.
I want to change it! I want to change my second favorite animal, the white woman’s desperate whisper.
You can’t… the animals have spoken! stars shine on faces brighter, heavens above turn in a slow spiral, their own business, their own time.
Don’t be afraid of your answers, there is a reason you feel this way, there is a purpose to the Universe – matching the energy of an eagle to the energy of a rabbit… this will be… your journey, your challenge, explore it, relax… enjoy the ride… yes, enjoy.
Faces blur in starlight creaming, mushroom blood pushing towards a hotter, pinker peak, My favorite… my favorite place? the white woman whispers a plea, what does my favorite place mean?
Ahhh, your favorite place, your hormonal energy, your desire to create, or breed, to TASTE this life, this is the energy all people have, the energy that keeps humans alive, yes… our deepest energy, animalistic. wild! smiling broadly, a nun could direct it towards God, a porn star could direct it towards, umm, exposure, a mother could direct it towards making children, a man could direct it towards building a monument, and another man could direct it towards tending to his garden, her face soft and warm, it’s the energy that causes a FIRE in our soul, it is who we ARE!
Musty-freshness tornadoes through the bedroom drenched in hot sunlight, The ocean, the mermaid, she screams, I’m a…? I’m a gay mermaid, breathing heavily, and again, and again, repeating, I’m a gay mermaid, hahahahahahaha, a woman’s voice fading from ecstasy to cucumber inside the purest of moments, super-nova dimming to a solid core.
Fresh and complete, surprise lifts her eyelids, removing a hand from between her legs, My hand was, was doing that? she smiles as two eyes blink, puffs of air paint a glowing satisfaction on her lips, a soft arm glides across the bed grasping the Buddhist charm laying alone on the cotton, winking at the only light, the seventh flickering candle.
The End
Thank you.
I hope you enjoy your journey.