The J-Spot

Lilith, Eve, and Adam Copyright 2021 Bookflurry Inc. I began my journey in writing many years ago… Perhaps, my passion existed before I was even aware. As some zygote in my mother’s womb when my handsome, hard-working, self-motivating, and athletic father coupled in desire with my creative, beautiful, and artistic mother in the early eighties. They do say that it takes two to tango. But, throughout my more than ambiguous studies of philosophy, biology, and religion I have teased out a theory that is rather triune in nature. I mean, who can blame their parents for giving birth to them? Have you ever thanked them? Ever cursed them ? Both? Or, are you perhaps as humble as I and presume that you may have, in fact, chosen to take part in this grand game of conscious evolution yourself ? It really is an art, raising children. Trying to gently explain to them that life is an exercise in personal, and then global accountability. It’s a death sentence is what it is! Well, gently I wil...

Womb to Tomb Image Courtesy Pixabay Seize the moment! Successful people do just that. Carpe Diem! The problem with everything happening in a flash is, all you ever get to do is look back at things. You get to remember as the spin winds down. The shine dwindles. The white washes out…. The color fades. The Doppler effect. It’s coming. It’s gone. The light was so bright when I opened my eyes… Brighter than I even feared! They pulled me out three weeks late. Straight from the womb to this blinding light. It would kill me, this intense white! It was suffocating. I couldn’t breathe! There he was though. Open palms. Welcoming me home. Beautiful. He just wanted a hug. And I gave it to him. What else was there to do? It was my first and last breath in this strange world! I had made it. Finally. Love. Forever. But someone was crying. It wasn’t me. I was happy! But, I could feel their pain — — or was it joy? In it, I drew a breath and remembered… What a life you’ve lived… …I’ll be t...