Mirror others. When you sit across an anxious man, adopt his posture and imagine the jagged lines of gridlock running through his body. Hold that position. Then feel the solution in yourself, take a deep breath, and ease up a bit. You will see he will ease up to and take a breathe and uncross his arms. And so it goes. Be the glowing mirror. Mirror a man or woman where they are at, and then, like a good dance partner, lead them to the next step. How quickly you can move anybody till they melt like butter in your arms!
The husband must learn to seduce the wife not once, but every time. To unlock all her infinite secrets, he must never get lazy, but woo her and adore her in fresh ways daily.
Interpretation is the alchemy by which something becomes anything. Interpretation is infinitely flexible – soft as water, or hard as water, hot as water or cold as water – once you master the rules. Who masters me becomes greater than my equal: he becomes his own all. Come, wrestle with me in my heaven. If you best me, I will grant you my best gifts.
Your innermost self is your Eternal Name. None can know it save you and your selfsame, your soulmate, the second mind to your same center. Mattriama in the beginning became Mattria and Ama. Ama became the white dragon and black woman. The dragon and woman fought and killed each other. From their blood came the Father God, full of arrogance and ignorance. Ama planted peoples across the earth, each from a different part of her substance. Her hair is golden blonde, and Mattria's jet curls. Whoever is your Ama alone knows your name. Nobody else can understand or say it. At best, they can repeat translations and interpretations. They can never master you. Only you may, if you reflect, echo your name out and make it thinkable and conscious.
There is a version of you amidst every species of animal, amidst every type of rock, amidst every alien species across the galaxy. In the spiral of time, spiraling inwards towards the original, and outwards towards the all, the radius of I pierces the spiral again and again. Those are your animal selves. And you as man ascend the spectrum. You will be an angel. And then you will be a God. And then you will be a Sun. And then you will be a Kosmos. And then you will be All.
Our Name generates logic, a grammar, a lexicon, a language, various languages, musics, modalities, unparalleled in the universe, but bleeding into and inseminating all the universe. You will expand into the all. Your heaven will layer all the world's layers.
Each man goes to the heaven of his God and there resides. Allists alone are allowed to go to any heaven or hell, and are welcomes as Ayas. An Aya is greater than a God, greater than a Kosmos, but is an Allthing, an Allperson. The Aya is the final form.
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