The Seventh Chakra

by J. R. Bowles

  “Close your eyes, breathe deeply through your nose. Let the air travel up. Imagine the blood cells in your sinuses taking the life giver, oxygen, directly to your brain. Let the air be drawn down to your lungs, feel your lungs drink in the liquid. Relax and breathe out.”

  After several minutes of breathing Zolar said, “Now we will intone the mantra which will help open the second center. Repeat after me this sacred mantra, Ah-eeii oo....”

  III. THE SECOND CHAKRA

  MULADHARA THE SEXUAL CENTER

  Procreation is the stimulus of the energy center which is lowest in the body. Yet the fires of regeneration burns hard on the physical plane, beaming upward, vibrating the two centers in the head. The Sexual Center opens at puberty, but is usually lost in the miasma of self centered desire.

  THE DOCTRINE OF THE CHAKRA CENTERS by Tawadin Djwahan

  CHAPTER 24

  Several doors down, John sat restlessly in an armchair in Morgan's room. A sheen of nervous moisture glazed the palms of his hands. What was he supposed to do now?

  Morgan smiled and walked over to John, noticing his nervousness. She kneeled down and sat on the floor at his feet, leaning her head against his leg.

  “Ah!” she said. “Do you like this music?”

  “Yes, it's so soothing.” John said, trying to relax from her touch. His eyes feasted on her beauty. She smiled up at him sweetly. The butterflies in her stomach were beginning to settle as she felt the muscles of his leg beginning to relax.

  “Morgan, I feel as though I've known you all my life, “ John whispered as he ran his fingers along her arm. His senses leaped with the awareness of her softness. He leaned against her and drew her lips to his. She responded with no resistance.

  Yes, her mind screamed. I want this, all my life I've wanted this. As their lips met their minds soared, their bodies became bound.

  He moved down to the floor, their lips still joined for fear of breaking the spell. Their hands began to explore and John pulled her down on top of him. Their burning flesh so close, separated by mere clothing.

  John was aware of her surrender to him, the mounds of her breasts pressing against his chest. Their kisses were intoxicating, their breath became as one. He felt her lips open and his tongue slipped forward to explore and taste her.

  Morgan felt herself moisten as his tongue played gently with her own. She felt a desire like none she had fantasized possible; an aching that only he could soothe. As he unbuttoned her blouse his fingers yearned to touch those tender orbs which rested against his chest. He fumbled clumsily with her bra, not knowing how to release them to him. Morgan, knowing his inexperience, came to his rescue. She freed herself from his arms and stood, ever so sensually removing her clothes.

  As his eyes drank in her feminine appeal, his own body responded, engorging him to the point his clothing became binding. She stood and finished undressing before him, and he followed her lead.

  As they stood naked before each other, Morgan sighed. “I've never done this before, John.”

  “Neither have I,” he faltered, “I don't have any protection. What if you get pregnant?” His practicality, for a moment, ruled his passion.

  “What will be, will be.” She reached for him.

  With her response, John fell in love; he took her in his arms, leading her to the bed. Their bodies melted into the realm of ecstasy. He kissed her passionately and she returned his desire.

  When his lips teased her nipple she soared beyond all reason. His hand found her mound of heaven, and as if by its own knowing, explored that which he had never ever desired before, making him want more.

  Morgan pulled his body to her. His aroma mixed with her own pulled a moan from her lips.

  She parted her legs and he moved to their invitation. He felt himself probing at her lips to enter that portal which he had so long denied.

  She inhaled deeply as he entered her; then she grasped his lean hard buttocks and pulled him down. As he pushed through her protective resistance they soared beyond their human bodies to the timeless void of an awakening universe.

  The room vanished from around them. Gently they floated, so warm, so free, away from everything. Nothing else existed but them.

  They were joined, moving through a void. Floating gently, drifting alone, alone in the vast universe

  They were pure energy, fused in pulsation, drifting in a sea of bliss.

  Yet they knew they were not alone. There were others all around them, experiencing the sameness of the love dance. They sensed the others there as their throbs grew hard and fast.

  As it had been the night before, those people involved with the centers were present in spirit.

  Their lustful energy grew, drawing upon the store of the previous solar plexus opening.

  John felt the universe explode and when his final thrust was received by Morgan they were bonded, fused like primal quarks feeding on the pure existence of that which was offered. She received his sacrifice, and creation had begun.

  As Morgan's mind cleared, she clung to him. John's eyes focused upon her. His confusion sent his emotions into turmoil.

  John held tightly to Morgan for strength, and wondered if she had experienced what he had. Her eyes of adoration spoke the answer he sought.

  “First Billy, now Morgan,” John thought, “what is happening? I'm losing my mind.”

  They wept quietly.

  Morgan's soul had awakened. Now she felt real. Her mind reached out into the night, gently feeling.

  Billy lay silently in his room, an aura of red light emanating from him.

  “Billy?” Morgan's mind reached out, “I know now who I am and why we are here.”

  “Be with him now, he needs you now more than before.” Billy's thoughts caressed her mind with warmth and understanding. His being had returned to his body.

  Several hours later, John released Morgan. She had drifted off into sweet slumber. He quietly dressed and left. He wasn't sure were he was going; he needed time to think. As he passed the front desk, he noted the night clerk was busy running reports and hadn't noticed him.

  Out into the streets he fled. Although it was almost three, the streets, even in this area, were scattered with people. The turmoil in his mind would not let him rest. Why was this happening? His body felt alive. His own masculine physique defined. He had no need of sleep. Surely everyone that had sex did not experience what he had. Was he crazy?

  The people he met on the street seemed to stare intensely at him, like they had earlier in the day, but now they had a feeling of animal sexuality permeating them.

  Male and female alike, all felt sexual. He wondered if someone had slipped him a drug, but that had not been possible. One by one, he could tell what the people wanted. Their fantasies, their realities, all were displayed to his mind. Few of those he met wanted creation. They only wanted release of this powerful energy, lust.

  He felt anger toward them.

  He returned to the hotel; as he passed the night clerk, he felt her eyes upon him, her desire for him. In his anger he thought, she was like a damn dog in heat.

  The woman behind the desk smiled and wordlessly came from behind the desk and grabbed his most private area. He was too startled to stop her.

  She unzipped him before he could protest. Silently she turned, getting down on her hands and knees; she pulled her skirt up and panties down.

  “Please,” she begged, looking over her shoulder. “I've got to have you. I need you, now. Please stop this ache.”

  His anger overwhelmed him, and he slammed her to the floor with his foot, where she lay flat on her stomach.

  His face turned red in rage and his body began to tremble. He turned and stomped off toward the elevator.

  As John left, the neon lights in the lobby began to pop and crack. Suddenly they exploded, showering down fragments of glass throughout the lobby.

  John vaguely heard the noise through his heightened rage but didn't turn around to see what was happening.

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p; He wasn't aware of their explosion, or of the girl's anguished tears for what she had done.

  The elevator opened; John stepped on and pressed the button to his floor. As the door began to close, a man in his late thirties stepped on. The electronic eye of the elevator caused the doors to reopen and then shut. The man pressed the fourth floor button. He then turned to stare at John. John felt revulsion as he felt this man's sexual desire for him. As the elevator opened on the second floor, John was so disgusted his body was shaking.

  John turned, stared, eyes blazing at him as he seemed to freeze. The man tried to move his hand to wipe away the beads of perspiration which had formed. As John stormed angrily out onto the second floor the man stood stiffly, his eyes glazed.

  * * *

  Mindy lay beside Jamal in her hotel bed. He had cherished her and was now sleeping soundly. She had made sure of it.

  What a fool he is, she thought. Men are so typical, thinking with the wrong head. She knew who he was and why he was following the white man. Her Cherokee blood boiled at his stupidity.

  The spirits had led her here and had prepared her for this. She would use it; the power that was now being sent to earth would be controlled by her. Since her Grandfather had taught her the ways to walk in the darkness, she knew this day would come, and now it was hers. She had joined with Jamal when the spirits had opened the second path to the coming power. Mindy had enticed Jamal to join sexually with her so that when the path opened she would be bound there with him; she drew the power she needed from that joining. She had experienced everything Jamal had. Yet she knew none of them were aware of her. Her own power was growing.

  The one with the power was up, she could feel him. He had wandered the streets and had returned. She could feel his disgust and his anger at man's primitive nature. But then she also knew this is what he would experience. Guilt.

  Guilt from wanting to be as God and create life.

  He was near. Her mind's eye had seen the clerk in the lobby and had seen the girl become aggressive toward the man. His anger fed her own power. She was absorbing it, transmuting it. Then on the elevator she had felt what happened.

  When she heard the door to his room close, she eased out into the passage. Mindy pressed the elevator button and it returned. The man was still there, as if he were frozen in time. She relished the fear and pain John had cast on him for his self-indulgence. She called her spirit song and mentally sang to the night, drawing his life energy from him. She absorbed all of him. The man collapsed to the floor with a trickle of blood streaming from his ear.

  There was still one more in the lobby. One who the spirit man had touched with his anger. She must have that energy too, she told herself. Mindy sent the dead man on the elevator up and then walked down to the lobby.

  Shards of broken glass lay all over the carpet. The girl had began to recover, although she still lay on the floor in front of the desk. Then Mindy reached out with her mind and gently sang the song of setting sun, taking the energy that John's anger had touched. Slowly and sweetly her soul drank in the woman's life energy.

  Mindy returned to her room and slipped back into bed with Jamal. She smiled to herself, feeling smug and satisfied, for she soon would control him who had come. His power would be her power. All would answer to her.

  * * *

  John didn't return to Morgan; he went to his own room. He kept asking himself if she was to blame for his feelings of utter hostility towards those people he had met, and in the back of his mind a flicker of hate burned for Morgan.

  “Hi, I heard you come back.” Billy said, entering John's room through the connecting doors. “Mind if I come in?”

  “No, Billy, come on in.”

  “How did it go?”

  John looked up at his young friend and couldn't find the words he was looking for.

  “It's okay, John. Everyone feels guilty the first time.”

  John stared blankly but managed to ask. “Why, why is that?”

  “It's simple.” Billy's eyes softened. “You can't take away and then give back to the innocence.”

  CHAPTER 25

  “I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready to get some sleep.” Jackie glanced at her watch. “It's almost four. This is the second night in a row I've been up this late, and we didn't sleep that late.”

  “Me too. I'll take the couch.” Zolar offered.

  “Fine by me.” Bernie yawned.

  “Would you guys sleep with me?” Jackie asked hesitantly, and then clarified, “Bernie, I do mean sleep. “

  ”Hey, I've had enough sex to last me a lifetime.” Bernie grinned, and then added, “Well, at least for tonight.”

  “I know what you mean, I mean I've never done it before, but I know what it's like now. That is what's its like, isn't it?” Jackie asked.

  “Sort of, but without the cosmic fireworks.” Zolar smiled. “Which bedroom, they both have king-size beds?”

  “That one,” Jackie pointed. “I guess our kidding the desk clerk had a little truth to it.”

  “I just hope I can sleep, I still feel wound up. I can still picture that woman in my mind,” Bernie said as they all headed for the bedroom.

  “Okay, we've talked enough, I'll shut up.” Bernie said in response to Jackie's stern glare. “Just one more thing, then I promise I'll shut up.”

  “What is it?” Jackie groaned.

  “Where's this all taking us?”

  They looked at each other; none of them could answer, not even Zolar who seemed to have all the answers.

  They literally fell into bed, clothes and all. They had all removed their shoes earlier. There was no argument about who slept where. Jackie was in the middle with Zolar on her right and Bernie on her left, like three pieces of a puzzle, lying on their back staring up at the ceiling.

  “Who's going to get the damn light?” Bernie finally asked.

  “I'm in the middle. One of you should have turned the bed lamp on instead of the wall switch.”

  “One of us!” Zolar exclaimed. “How about you?”

  “All right now, you two, it don't matter now, but who's going to do it?” Bernie intervened.

  “Ever heard the story of 'Katie bar the door?'” Zolar asked.

  “No,” they chimed.

  “To make it short, it's whoever says the next word will have to get up and turn the light off. Is that agreeable?”

  “Yes,” they both said with smiles on their faces.

  As the minutes passed, they drifted off to sleep with the light still glaring brightly.

  CHAPTER 26

  “Becky, are you asleep?” Thomas rolled to his side, facing her back.

  Becky heard him but pretended to sleep, hoping to allow him time to vent his frustration. She smiled to herself, after all, he was a preacher.

  When she didn't answer he sighed in relief. He didn't want to confront her. After the sexual joining by that 'beast', he was in shock.

  When Thomas' mental faculties returned after the experience, he found himself in an unholy predicament; he was naked and in full penetration of Becky. He had stared down at her face as she was in the throes of ecstasy--although Thomas had thought it looked more like agony, and he immediately withdrew before achieving completion.

  He just couldn't believe what was happening!

  How could he serve the Lord when he had done such a foul, despicable thing?

  Thomas left her side and sat in a chair near the bed. He didn't clothe himself; after all, what was the use, now?

  “Dear God,” he prayed silently, “what have I done? How can I have allowed this to have happened?”

  As his self-pitying prayer continued, Becky turned to him. She left the bed and knelt in front of him, raising his bowed head, and looked into the shadows of his eyes.

  He was stunned; her body began to take on an illuminating aura, which appeared to be a brass color. He was horrified.

  “Don't fear, Thomas,” she soothed, “I'm not just a telegram messenger girl, I am the
messenger that was sent to assist you in what you have prayed for. What you have done with me was sanctioned. I am spirit and you are flesh, and we have been married with our act. I am the bride and you are my groom, and now we are bound by the truth of what we have done.”

  As she spoke her hands rested on Thomas' legs, her warmth burning into his flesh.

  “Soon you will know all; be patient. You are one of the trumpets spoken of which summon the coming of him who has sent me. Within the next few days you will be tested. These tests will make you strong. But the most important thing for you to remember is: he died for your sins.”

  She rose, kissed him tenderly, and disappeared before his unbelieving eyes.

  Thomas stared at the space where she had been. His shock and confusion were almost overwhelming.

  What was going on? Was he to kill the man who was causing all this anguish? He repeated over and over to himself, first in silent prayer and then aloud, “He died for my sins.”

  “He died for my sins.” Thomas had slid to the floor and assumed a fetal position and began to sob, “He died for my sins, he died for my sins....”

  CHAPTER 27

  Was he the only one who knew the truth? Michael thought.

  Why couldn't he have died in the plane? He wanted a drink so he could be lost, like before in amnesia.

  He felt disgusted with himself. He had to masturbate to achieve the sexual tension which allowed him to join during the opening, since he no longer was part of the keys.

  There were so many of them there he couldn't believe it. The kid Billy had replaced him. That was why he had to do what he did to join them.

  “John, why do I have to love you so, why can't I hate you?” He anguished.

  “Oh God!” He cried aloud, then broke into bitter laughter.