Captive Luminance
A Noetic Expedition
Captive Luminance
Over two years ago, the concept of Captive Luminance emerged during a lucid trance state. I do this quite often with the explicit intent to explore and integrate the contents of my mind for, shall we say, various reasons.
In this hypnagogic state, I can allow my subconscious to be the primary driver of the content while staying lucid enough to engage and remember the details of the session afterward with clarity and ease. I can remain a passive observer or interact as much as I like. In short, I am both the hypnotist and the hypnotized for a certain amount of time.
Enlightening a Captive Audience
All that being said, allow me to shed further light on to how the concept of "Captive Luminance" was mined like a gold nugget from the recesses of my mind.
Truly, my mind's eye offered up some explicitly mesmerizing views that day. I prepared for my trance by setting the intention of wanting to know more about men's anima concepts, recognizing unconscious vs. conscious behavior, and how to work with these projections and sometimes subsequent transference attempts. Also, I wanted it to be an exceptionally erotic explorative session. (Side note: I'd also been studying erotic hypnosis at the time … among other things 😁)
It was then that my vision switched, and I became aware that I had transformed into the flame but was still a woman, and I was now held captive in the lamp!
More Light
That is when the first figure approached my little lamp world; it was Goethe. He studied me for a moment with libidinous appreciation in his eyes, glanced up and to the left, and said what one might expect him to say… “More light.”.
With that, I was released from the lamp, and we made love, me as a woman made of flame and him as a man held captive by his desire for the light emanating from me. He couldn’t get enough; he wanted to go until there was no more night left and drank my luminous nectar as if he'd been stranded in a desert for years. My flesh was his torrid ambrosia but in his gluttony, he became drunk on illumination.
As we tangled in our frenzied dance I knew he would ALWAYS want more, no matter what, until my brilliance was extinguished.
Though saddened by this, I was now armed with knowledge. This powerful multifaceted wisdom filled me with a kind of sad wondering: how could I be both an eternal flame and extinguished flame while remaining fully dedicated to becoming and being consumed while undertaking the task of exploring my virtues in entirety?
I couldn’t and wouldn't, not this time.
While I gave him everything I had that night I was glad for the light of day when I found myself back inside the lamp, only slightly exhausted, this infernal eternal desire not nearly sated.
Cum repeto noctem …
Diogenes the Detainer
The next figure approached; it was our dirty old dog, Diogenes. He smirked knowingly when he spied me there in the lamp and I knew what he wanted. Without pause, he held the lamp aloft, and we went to the streets looking for a man. The comedic anticipation of knowing he’d not find what he was looking for was just too much for me, and I expressed this to him. Since I was his inner spark and conditioned to his degeneracy, I thought perhaps we could skip to the good part.
wink wink … No dice, though.
Together we eagerly searched the faces of those we passed with the suspense of concluding this mad endeavor. The delay of the day's search only served to fan my flames.
When our outing concluded as I’d predicted, and he indeed did not find the virtuous man he was looking for, he released me from the lamp with a salacious grin and we made love in an alcove just off the edge of the street.
Ok, fine!
It was the gutter, alright, probably located in the devil's anus of the city by the smell of it anyway.
He was primal, nearly feral, gnawing at my thighs and breasts while every passerby saw us!! We fucked like nasty animals. Ferociously he gripped my arms as he bent me over, igniting me from behind, talking a bunch of shit about his Dick-tegrity. Though, he didn't last long when I grasped my own forearms, each in the opposite hand behind my back, granting him free reign.
He scarcely reached my Sexpectations, highly unimaginative types never do.
These facets only added to the quality of the experience. Though we sated our lust multiple times, once I was returned to the lamp, my light dimmed, still I whispered, ‘More please.’.
Mmmm …. had I been infected by these men’s licentious appetites, or was it always there inside me all along?
hee hee … psyche
I think we can safely deduce that, more or less, it's an innately valuable virtue we each had independently honed. These primal desires naturally radiate from us all signaling how essential it is to tend to them in an optimal manner for our individual and combined progressive well-being.
Combustion in Confinement
The third and final time I looked out from the lamp, my sight fell upon the figure of a hooded man with an unwavering gaze. He appeared almost motionless, except for the serene rise and fall of his breathing and soft smile. His eyes followed the rolling motion of my hips as I danced for his enticement.
He was the Hermit from the tarot, and unlike the previous two men, he did not release me from my captivity. Instead, he joined me inside the lamp with a glint of anticipation in his eyes. Together we writhed in serpentine movements and when I noticed that he was made of the same type of flame as I, he laughed delightfully, and together we erupted in molten pleasure.
Had there been any mortal observer, they'd likely have been blinded by our combined brilliance, their retinas singed right out of their sockets. Holy fuck indeed. We alone fed each other's flame, and I began to know the feel of eternity within the confines of the lamp. It was glorious.
We languished in sultry incandesence, sometimes barely moving at all except in our minds. When our bodies betrayed our active mental status, igniting our desires, he'd push me over the edge again licking at my flames. Each succession was an exploration and continuation of the previous but with new additional elements, angles, and positions that could serve to inflame us indefinitely.
During the intermingled intermissions, we’d lay silently entwined, allowing each other to internally reflect on what we’d just experienced. Together, in the confines of the lamp, seemingly outside of space and time, our language was pure light, and we had the ability to seek out novel and captivating means of burning perpetually, if we so willed it.
I honestly could've lain with him like that forever, bathing in each other's shifting lights and shadows. Stripped of pretense outside of time, ready to combust whenever we chose.
However, Chronos waits for no one.
We knew we could've pleaded our case that we were not one, but two. Equally so, we knew that the bastard would cite that even though we were two, we were also conjoined as one, being that we were jointly occupying the lamp.
Still, though, we had the right to remain silent. Truth be told, I wasn't even mad about it because though it was necessary for us to cease and desist for the moment, we knew there would always be another time for as long as there are stars in the sky.
Path of Phosphorescence
For reference, that trance session took maybe about 30-45 minutes of my day. Now, in what world could I have lain with 3 different iconic men and gotten that kind of clarity in that little amount of time, for free, with no strings attached?
Just mine? Nah, I could never believe that, not even for a hot second.
Understand that even though only a short amount of time had passed, because I was under hypnosis my mind now contained those concepts very vividly. I'd just planted seeds I needed for healthier perceptions. Not only that but I was left with that somatic glowy-tingly feeling, you know, the one after you've had a lot of really amazing sex? Of course, I'm still actively integrating those concepts and countless others from all angles—mentally, spiritually, and physically. While I'd love to elucidate as to those particulars … time is, as they say, of the essence.
Ya know? It's almost as if one could say I'm compelled by some hidden force to see to it that my dreams and vision for my life be fulfilled, erotic and otherwise. If only there were a word for that, lolz.
I see all experience as shared experience, and when eroticism is rooted in sympathetic connection, healing, and growth become imminent and evolve over time. That makes our experiences with each other simple math, and we will continue to optimize our computational abilities until we reach the epitome of desired outcomes.
Likewise …
That means if you're going to choose to suffer, honey, then you'll do it, and do it well. You can't help it that you're possessed by Occam's Razor, and you done got-got by Leibniz ... whether you're optimally conscious of that fact yet or not, is only a matter of time, how much is dependent on you.
Seems somehow throughout these noetic gambits you've acquired a taste for a magnificent amount of masochistic pressure.
Oh my goodness…
You've got so many triggers to explore. I can tell you can hardly contain yourself. Well sunshine, you're in luck, because it just so happens that I’ve got just the thing for what ails you!
And you know what else, bud? It just so happens I'm only too happy to serve it to you, if that's what you really really want. Just say please.
In fact, it'll probably serve you well to fully relax into it, the remedy is received better that way. Appreciate it for what it is and surrender yourself to it. It’s only pressure after all … and pressure turns coal into diamonds which everyone knows for their brilliance and toughness.
You could, of course, always choose to remember to forget everything and fall back into less optimal functioning. We both know that's not what you really want though, that's not your path and now you know that we always have the capacity to refocus on brighter paths, if it pleases you … or does unnecessary conflict spark your ignition?
I mean, whatever you're into. We both know it's all GG, right?
It's true, maybe you’ll want to go out like a light for a while afterward depending on the quality of the journey. It's okay though, when you return from your rest, you'll continue on your path of phosphorescence, hopefully with a more well-honed outlook for your future and the knowledge that, like suffering and health, medicine and poison are two sides of the same coin. Just always know that I consider it an honor and a privilege to have had access to teachings allowing me to better know how to apply both for the best possible outcomes, serving myself as well as others … even when the outcome doesn't go as planned because it's all medicine if you've got the ability to alchemize it properly.
Eternal Reignition
During the image’s creation and since its completion, I’ve had ample time to reflect on varying images of women and men in flames. I’ve reviewed images of solitary witches bound for execution, Anima Sola of folk Catholicism, memes, and current-day atrocities found in the media for reference points. While engaged in contemplation of these works, I enjoy taking time to appreciate each artist's point of view and find myself wondering what that specific piece means to them as its creator, in their own words. What perceptions might have crystallized inside their mind as they released their creation to the public?
It's just terribly fascinating to me, these noetic expeditions. Because of that, I hold a special appreciation in my heart for the occasions I've had the privilege to connect with other artists in collaboration and within other spheres of life as well.
The thing of it is, we all love to shine our inner light and shadows on each other in the process of cultivating our desires. This is a good thing when it’s done in an overall life affirming manner. It's when we don't integrate these aspects of ourselves well enough, that our well-being is discordiantly disrupted for lack of authentic communication with ourselves and others. Yes, we are each capable of gaslighting ourselves, not only about ourselves but in regards to each other via faulty thought patterns that have not been tempered properly yet by reason over time.
In cultivating our means of self-knowledge, we can continually decrease the risk of tumbling to ruins and increase genesis for meaningful positive connections and world change.
Sometimes that means we must part ways; sometimes not, sometimes briefly but never eternally. In other words, there will always be reasons and seasons, because unrequited love is just as eternal as requited. While I've feasted on both, I'm not done yet... not for a good long time, anyway.
Speaking of which, time that is, Chronos just conveyed that it's about gawdang time to wrap this baby up!
So as I was saying, before that timely interruption: while I hold a deep sense of appreciation for each connection, regardless of the length of time or depth involved, I always bear in mind a vision of a future where that’s not just a privilege, but it's also commonplace for every person to have the freedom for pursuit and mastery of their innate virtues in such a manner that it becomes an art form for them, and the rest of us to benefit from. A future where excellence is the rule of thumb and yet not taken for granted. This vision, in and of itself, is eternally captivating and inspiring, in my humble opinion.
The best of all possible worlds is the only world possible; the thoughts have been thought, the words written, and all that is left is for us to act accordingly. Then do that all over again. Capeesh?
It's our duty to ourselves. It's our duty to each other.
We'll do it & We'll like it.
That's not a threat;
It's a Dialectical Promise❤️🔥
P.S. Unless you want it to be a threat, then I know a guy and if you’re not opposed, perhaps we can see about making a connection … goes by ‘De Sade’🥵
OR better yet,
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