He gave a slight nudge with the elbow while gesticulating for me to look at his phone. I glanced across and on the screen was a post from the Twitter feed he was scrolling through. The writer was proudly declaring ‘celebrating fifteen years of celibacy’.
He looked at me and grimaced, “I would have never managed that, better I be dead.”
Nodding in agreement, I realized that I would not have made it to fifteen months, much less fifteen years. The longest time I have been celibate in my entire adult life was six long, torturous months caused by the awakening-and-dark-night-of-the-soul process I was experiencing at the time which made the urge to connect at that level undesirable. This person, seemingly by choice, (since it was a celebration), defied Maslow’s theory for fifteen years and was sharing his or her accomplishment with the world. Bravo!
The post got me thinking about spiritual celibacy and how so many of us, myself included, have been spiritually celibate for a long time, much longer than the fifteen years so proudly declared by the tweeter.
We have, for whatever reason, not been connecting on a spiritual level with the One Consciousness and so we remain unfulfilled, not understanding why. We keep looking for a connection, one that we fail to realize is a spiritual one, in all the wrong places. We search for it at the bar, in the church, in our lover’s bed; we look for the missing feeling through gains of money and power but come up empty every time. The more of the material that we acquire and hoard, the less satisfied we become.
How much longer are we going to proudly declare that spiritual celibacy reigns in our lives? That we have chosen to abstain from the divine connection offered by the Universe? That the orgasmic rush that is felt when one meets Source Energy through meditation is undesired? That the basic need to be one with The One is denied?
I invite us to end our self-imposed drought.
Come. No one has to know. Connect. Feel the pleasure.
Ooo.