Sex and Sacrament

by Rolf Witzsche

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The great uniting impetus that spans all time, gently leads to a world without distance. Sex plays a role in this world without distance if we allow its natural imperative to unfold. If so, it provides peace for the heart. If not, it provides anguish and unfulfilled longing amidst a sea of plenty. But where does it come from? Isn't it a part of the intelligent design of our humanity, a design for unity that doesn't end at the boundary we tend to wrap around ourselves. It opens the boundaries if we let it be what it is, and connects us with our infinite design in a grand sacrament of the soul.

The story of the dialog is a celebration story, a love story with intimacy, a story of openness and sexual love beyond the myths built up arround it in order to keep society isolated, small, and impotent, and occupied with conflicts as the oligarchic system demands and has demanded since the oligarchic system took control. To gain freedom from this system may involve raising the banner of freedom higher that we may dare to hope for, much less celebrate as a sacrament whrn iy happens.

The story is situated in Leipzig, Germany. The story in the dialog unfolds a portion of Chapter 6 "Forbidden Stories" of my novel "Discovering Love," which is the 1st volume of my series of 12 novels "The Lodging for the Rose."


   Helen burst into laughter. "That's funny and tragic," she said. "I know a lot of those kinds of people too. But I'm not letting them sleep in peace in their coffin, I can tell you that. I make it too costly for them to sleep, because the outcome of their sleeping is too costly for us all. Also I would be cruel not to wake them. Most of human history, as least for the last five millennia, has been shaped by the slime molds of empire, that like a narcotic have put people to sleep in order that they become better slaves. It's cruel towards mankind to let this continue. In fact it is a crime against humanity to sleep in this crisis, when the very future of mankind is at stake. My question is, are you willing to join me in waking people up from the slumber of their slavery, by helping them to discover their native life? Are you willing to do this as an active expression of the Principle of the General Welfare, which is an active aspect of their being in Love with their humanity and the common universal humanity of mankind? You will be able to recognize the spark of it when you are doing this, by the intensity of your own celebration of the wonders of our humanity. This path involves discovering Love. If you find great value in it, you invariably celebrate it by defending mankind and by organizing the general development of mankind as an aspect of being in Love in the widest sense possible. Also, if you celebrate the value of humanity in the truest sense as Love demands, you will thereby celebrate the doom of empire, because empire, like the fabled vampire, cannot exist in the sunshine. In the case of the unfolding light of universal Love, the sunshine unfolds in the form of the Principle of the General Welfare. For five thousand years the masters of the world have seen this principle on the horizon and seen it as a poison to their existence. Now it finally may be raised taller, and be brought home to become their doom. The unfolding of Love is on the horizon, Peter. Its dawn cannot forever be held back."

      Helen stopped talking after saying this. She quietly resumed making the sandwiches. She sliced the olives in half, removing the stone. She sliced the pickles diagonally, and arranged everything on a clear glass platter, with four pickled onions placed at the center.

      "May I touch your hair?" I said quietly, while she made the final arrangements.

      She turned to me and smiled. "You may touch anything you are in Love with about me, because your loving is honest."

      "Honest?" I repeated.

      "Of course, honest," she affirmed. "If loving is lustful, that's dishonest, because it means rape. In that case, you wouldn't have asked, but forged ahead. But you couldn't have done that, because you are a world historic person. And so you have asked. You have asked with a respect for sovereignty in year heart, and you have asked also for the sheer joy of it. That's obvious. This is honest, Peter, and it will make us both richer. Intimacy is one of the pillars of civilization, if not the central pillar, but it is only possible in celebration. When you enter the temple for celebration, then you recognize that being honest means that you are in Love with me, and with yourself, primarily as a human being. No lust enters there. Anything else would be dishonest."

      "I see you first and foremost as both a human being and a woman," I interjected. "Forget about all the other roles people play, hierarchical roles, like brother, sister, lover, wife. We are much more closely related as human beings. Does that count?"

      "Of course it counts. That's all what counts," said Helen. "Every vertical relationship adds a touch of isolation. Hierarchical relationships create a vertical world. They isolate people. They always have. But as human beings we stand side by side as equals. Can you think of a closer relationship than that? Touching me on that platform is honest, because that platform is true."

      "Is this the zero-distance platform of the lateral world where Love is the Light of Life?" I said and grinned.

      She said that it was.

      In this environment her hair felt beautiful to touch, as beautiful as it looked, smooth, in flowing lines. There was a great sense of joy unfolding from this growing intimacy.

      I asked her moments later, "What did you mean, when you said, for the sheer joy of it? Did you mean the joy that makes the very air sparkle?"

      She didn't answer. She couldn't. I prevented the answer with a kiss. For a brief moment I even dared to touch her breasts, but within seconds I pulled my hands back and let them slide away along her side, down to her skirt. It seemed all too daring. "Popular opinion says that one mustn't touch a woman if one is a man and is not married to her," I said in a small voice.

      "That's slavery, Peter," she replied. "Don't be a slave to that opinion. That's Pharaoh speaking, disguised as morality, but with the original effect. Respond to Truth instead of to Pharaoh. Be truthful. Respond to Love. Respond to your humanity, the humanity that we all share."

     She turned around with a smile. "The clasp for my skirt is at the back," she said, and began to grin. "If it is too restrictive, take it off. Take the panties off, too." She said that there is the same beauty in Life and in Love, as there is in Truth. "Those are the constituents of our being."

      She kissed me briefly. She took hold of the plate of sandwiches and complements and carried them into the good room. I carried the tea and the cups.

      As it turned out her skirt wasn't too restrictive. Nevertheless, she excused herself after a few moments and changed into something "more appropriate," as she put it. She should have called it something "more exciting." It certainly was that. She wore a full-length, feather light dressing gown when she returned. It was almost transparent. Being with her became a sexual delight. There was a beauty in these moments of a growing intimacy in which there wasn't the slightest haste. It was born by a promise that felt secure. Indeed, her earlier promise was already coming true, when she said, "You can touch anything you are in Love with about me.'

      I commented on what a delightful feast this had become; a feast enriched with sex, olives, and smiles.

      "That spells out SOS," she said and burst out laughing.

      "Yes, it has become an SOS type of a day for both of us," I said and joined her laughter.

      "I think we both needed to be rescued," she added.

      I agreed. Still, I shook my head in disbelief, as she stood before me like a beautiful white angel. I shook my head and smiled.

      "Enjoy yourself Peter, embrace the world," was her reply, "the principle of Love is universal. It cannot be limited nor be made conditional. If you are in Love with yourself, you simply are in Love with all. There is no isolation rational in this sphere, since we all share the same humanity. I don't exist apart from it as someone different. That is the truth. That's what Love acknowledges. That's what freedom is all about. Nicholas of Cusa, a dear friend of mine, one of the creators of the Renaissance, championed the idea of natural and universal freedom and unity."

      "Heh, Cusa has lived 600 years ago," I reminded her.

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