Happy Eros Day.

I wanted to wish everyone of my readers and passersby a Happy Eros Day.

Solomon. Pt III

Tonight as I did my meditation with the incense burning, the candles lit, and music playing; Solomon entered my thoughts. As I sat here in the dark, I could see myself sitting in my meditation pose in Solomon's home. I got the sense I was the more spiritual one than he was. And as I sat there, he sat behind me, his chest on my back and his legs open with his knees bent. He put his head on my right shoulder. For a moment I thought I could hear his breathing in my ear. Being mindful and respectful of my meditation being a form of worship of the gods.

Then as I allowed the 'vision' or whatever it was to carry me away, we were at some festival. Somehow it was a festival of Sun and Moon. I painted Solomon in gold for he was the sun and I was painted in white for I was the moon. On his forehead a red circle with lines radiating outward represented the sun and it's rays. On mine the crescent moon, like horns painted on my forehead. The 'vision' didn't last for long. It drifted away from me slowly but all that remained was Solomon's face. I could see it and kept seeing it. I remember looking up to Solomon because he was taller than I was. Somehow using was to talk about the experience doesn't seem right. It's more in the moment more present than past tense.

For a moment I felt like I wasn't alone. Solomon was here. He was with me. I could again hear his voice and the words were an unknown and forgotten language. Yet I understood what he was saying yet now, I don't remember his words, I just remember him. Wrapping his body around mine as I meditated.

Just when I thought that somehow he wouldn't appear again, and there he was quietly and subtly there in the space between quiet and communion with all that is and all that will be.

Thank you, Solomon, thank you.

Eros Day Yr. 4

Eros Day is almost upon us, is everyone ready?! What are some of the witchy and pagany things is everyone planning?!

Solomon, where are you?

Well, I have not had any visits from Solomon. Even though I still think of him and the dream. Perhaps, I should do some kind of meditation on the whole Solomon affair. Who knows maybe something will come of it.

Solomon: Part II

As I was walking today, as I normally do before I have to start writing my class paper, Solomon popped back into my thoughts again. The more I walked the more some details came back to me, like I can remember the colour of the interior. It was like a burnt orange like colour. It was actually a beautiful colour. As that thought flooded me and then left, a new thought came in to my mind. A place name.

Arisa, an island of Arkadia. How strange I thought. What and where is this 'island'. I still have no idea. I do believe that it has to do with Solomon as the minute that name came and it's 'location' popped into my head, Solomon's name came to me again. 

That is all that I have for today as the saga of Solomon continues. I hope to find out more and figure out this story.

I have been trying to find an image of what Solomon may have looked like, or at least something close. This is what I have found that somewhat captures Solomon. It's close, but Solomon was more beautiful than this....

Source: http://beautifulblackmen.tumblr.com/post/67909055381

Model: Unknow

A man named Solomon.

   A few nights ago, I had a dream that I still find myself thinking about. I thought about just keeping it to myself or sharing it. I have decided to share it here as I am at loss for words and like I said I find myself thinking about it. I will not hide anything; I will share what I remember and what I know.

   I was lovers with a man named Solomon. Solomon was a beautiful black man (I mean a really beautiful black man), in his early 40s. He had blond hair, or was it white, peppered perhaps? I do remember his hair was blond or white. We were in our hut/house. From what I remember of the surroundings, that it looked like a roman style interior yet it had a tribal feel to it. Solomon was on top of me; inside of me. Even writing this now, I find my heart racing, my breathe shortening. The sex was intense.  I remember looking back and I could see his defined body. I even remember his penis. I can describe it, I will not do that here as I am trying to keep this somewhat p.c., and I can remember how the sun washed over his body. I can remember feeling his warmth, the warmth of his body--his breath upon my body. I remember also he was wearing gold bracelets on his bicep and that it wrapped around his arm. Some were thick bracelets while others were thin metal. I remember my whole body was tingling during the entire experience. I also woke feeling the remnants of the tingle. The only reason I know Solomon's name was cause I remember calling his name out.

   When I woke, I could taste him, smell him, and; oddly, I can still hear his voice. I can hear his sighs of pleasure. I have found myself for the last few days feeling upset that Solomon is not here. Which is totally strange. I do not know a Solomon and I am in a committed relationships and have been for the last 12 years. So where this came from I do not know.

   I have tried racking my brain trying to figure out who he is/was. I mean is Solomon a noncoporeal being? Did I slip into another plan of existence? A parallel world similar to ours but completely different? Or did I tap into a past life? I do not know, I have been trying to make heads or tales of the whole story. I have even asked some trusted friends about this to get some perspective on the whole situation. I have even thought that if I meditate could I contact Solomon? To try to figure him out, understand him, and; ultimately, know him.

   Solomon, are you out there? And if so where and what do you call home? Why did you appear in my dreams?