Our uni has a bookbinding workshop, so I’ve saved up all my scraps and learnt how to bind them into pocket-sized notebooks. Perfect for writing down observations at art shows! I might try to befriend someone from the letterpress department to get these monogrammed.
A lot of you have probably been waiting for this lesson. A lot of you probably know what I’m going to be talking about, some of you don’t. Either way, it is something that all of us need to spend a little more time focusing on and understanding.
I talked about it in my Q&A video. Willow Smith, Crystal Mec, and Tru have a song about it on their Conscious Trap EP. In essence, it has been mentioned plenty times. You may have noticed the trend of turning the word mer-ka-ba into merkabae on social media, a play on the word bae. This trend is new, but the mer-ka-ba itself is thousands and thousands of years old.
Remember in the prana lesson when I talked about how we used to breathe prana through a tube in the star-tetrahedron-shaped electromagnetic energy field around our bodies? This geometric energy field can be activated in a particular way that is connected to our breath (we will discuss the actual activation much later). Before our fall of consciousness, these fields used to spin extremely fast - close to the speed of light, in fact. The energy field itself can be referred to simply as a star tetrahedron, but when this field is turned on and spins, it is called a Mer-Ka-Ba.
The Mer-Ka-Ba gives us a deep awareness and understanding of who we are, connects us with higher consciousness, and restores the knowledge and memory we lost of who we are and our infinite potentials.
The Mer-Ka-Ba, when spinning, is 50-60 feet in diameter (proportionate to your height specifically). It looks like the infrared heat envelope of a galaxy, as seen below.
Okay, now you’re probably wondering why it’s called a Mer-Ka-Ba. Funny word, right? It is actually made up of three smaller words: Mer, Ka, and Ba (sometimes written as merkabah, merkaba or merkavah). The three words are ancient Egyptian words. Mer refers to a specific kind of light that is seen as counter-rotating fields of light spinning in the same space. Ka refers to your individual spirit. Ba refers to the physical body or reality. All in all, the Mer-Ka-ba is a counter-rotating field of light that affects spirit and body. Not only does it give us awareness and knowledge, but it is also a vehicle that can take you to other dimensions.
There’s a catch, though - the Mer-Ka-Ba will not take you to other dimensions unless you are experiencing and emitting boundless, pure, unconditional love.
✉ in which Jongin wants you on the countertop
❝It is legitimately 2AM and I woke up for a bathroom break but this was literally in my dream. So, therefore, being a Jongin trash, I just had to write it out before it slips from my mind, it just came aha see what i did there no not really and ahaha I don’t know what happened here but ya’ll can judge me cause I’m going back to sleep.
►1890 words | scenario, smut
Sometimes when Jongin decides that it’s time to pour his love
and affection down on you, he has many, oh, he has many ways to show it. Sometimes he likes to take his time and
worship your body like a goddess, sometimes he acts like he has all the time in
the world and it drives you insane to how much restrain this man has, sometimes
he goes for a mad drive and the
pleasure comes with the snap of his fingers and sometimes, sometimes, he does it whenever he likes and that includes when
you’re cooking in a kitchen where you’re most vulnerable and you don’t even
notice he’s staring at you through the glass windows, stalking your every move
until you’re done putting aside all the pans into the sink, the dishes are done
and kept in a tub because they’re going
to be eaten later and you want them to be warm and keeping you warm is
exactly what he wants to do right now.
He gently slides the door open, making sure to leave it like
that so the steam doesn’t fog up the place and he cautiously maneuvers his way
around the area until he’s standing right behind you. He knows you like to cook
with music on and man, you’re giving
him an easy life. His arms don’t hold back and he’s pulling you towards him
when his arms snake around your waist and he feels you stiffen and a scream is
trapped in your throat and there’s nothing you can do because your hearing is blocked. He grins and
takes a peek at you and you greet him with a glare as there are times when
Jongin has done this before and let’s just say that it usually ends on a bad
note and a case of scolding. He uses a hand to brush a strand away from your
forehead and you go back to cleaning up that you hadn’t notice he pulled out
one side of the earplugs to talk to you, “Busy?”
He swears he’s about to burst into a pit of laughter when you
scoff a laugh, rolling your eyes as you set one pan aside and you’re going back
for the other, “You have eyes, use them,” And your tone, so cute.
“Aw… are you mad that I scared you like that?” He coos,
blowing a raspberry and you’re stabbing that berry to death, “Spare me, Jongin,
I only have one life to live,” You grumble, setting the other pan aside and
just as you’re about to wipe your hands, he wastes no time to hold you in so
you can’t move or reach for the cloth, “Jong—I swear to God—can you please let me go?”
“Hm…” He thinks for a moment and you’re taking a good look at
him and now you notice that spark in
his eyes, “Don’t wanna,” He mumbles and then his lips are nipping your earlobe
before he whispers, “I’m hard for you
and I want to have you on the countertop,” He tells you his plans and you know,
Jongin doesn’t falter once he executes what he tells you. He feels you
stiffening once more but this time, it’s with a different feeling. He chuckles, taking this chance to slip your phone with the earplugs attached from you, sliding it onto the other side of the counter. It’s the darkness within his eyes that catches you and you hadn’t realize he’s lured
you far away from the sink just to spin you around and this time he catches your lips between his own.
All initial plans
are smothered when your lips meet and it just happens that Jongin is one hell
of a kisser—and he knows that. His tongue is always languid, taking its own
sweet pace but when he effortlessly sets you on the countertop, your bottom
sliding on the cold surface and he harshly tugs you towards him with his iron
grip on your waist, his teeth is scraping on your lower lip hard enough to make
He pulls away sharply and works his way down, dotting open
mouthed kisses as if he’s mapping your body and this is a map he’s traveled many times before. He always starts from
the corner of your lips, giving both sides a kiss and he smirks on your skin as
he moves to your jaw, all the way down to the side of your neck where he yanks
your shirt to the side and you’re mumbling to him to get rid of your clothes.
He tells you you’re too impatient and you say fuck you because he’s the cause of all this. He shakes his head and
pulls away from your neck, deciding that hey,
it’s true and he starts the frenzy of stripping his clothes and you don’t
waste your time on that, either.
His shirt is tossed out by the door, his jeans
follow not too long after, your apron is coming off and he smiles with his eyes
and bites his lip as he watches you remove your shirt. You call him a pervert
for staring at you like that and he admits that he is because fuck, you’re beautiful. But then when
you’re reaching for your shorts, he brushes your hands away and steps back in
between your legs, “Ah, this is my job,”
You’re about to smack him and tell him to stop playing around
but then he shows you it’s not a game when he forcefully places your hands
around his shoulders because you’re going
to need it and he eases one hand around your lower back while his other
pops the button open and you’re wondering if you really should take his words
to accord. Your eyes close and you feel it rising when he uses a finger to
slide it on the waistband of your panties, your breath hitches when he doesn’t
hesitate to slide his whole palm over the fabric that’s covering your lips and
he smirks when he knows where to add pressure on to make you snap. Your hips
buckle when his palm is digging into your clit and your jaw is slack when he
continue his assault to feel you through the sheer material, you’re cursing at
him for being a tease. He agrees with you as well and tell you that you have hands and you catch on what he means.
He almost rips the thin fabric to shove in two fingers and it’s
making you see stars too soon, too soon.
You’re feeling the need to get revenge that you pull him by the nape of his
neck to get closer and he breathes into your neck heavily and curses when your
hand slips down to give him a generous squeeze. He tells you it feels good and
you tell him of course it’s fucking good
and he doesn’t respond with words but with his fingers because they curl in
you, pushing as deep as he can before they move rapidly to make your hand
tremble by the line of his boxers.
He takes a moment to pause, to let you
breathe and even though the path to your peak is blocked, you find the will to
slip your hand into his boxers and his
breath hitches when your thumb is spreading the wetness all over the tip.
He’s hard and he’s thick—he’s all ready for you that it really amazes you to how far he can wait just to crack you up
first. Then you’re unwilling to wait and neither is he when you tell him to get
on with it and he does when his boxers are kicked to the side on the
floor and your panties follow not too long after. He promises you that he’s
going to put his love all on you later but for now, he’s going to be quick.
You nod and slip your arms around his neck when he slides in
and god, it’s driving you insane. He
doesn’t give you time to adjust when he knows you’re ready and he’s setting a
fast pace to make your breathing erratic. Your hair’s a mess, you’re sweating a
lot more than you were when you were cooking and he’s buried his face in your
neck, biting and sucking marks that can last for days and he doesn’t hold back.
You’re whimpering and holding onto him with all you have and he tells you that he’s got you with one hand still keeping
you sitting upright and his other gripping onto your thigh so whenever he
enters, it’s hitting the right spot. Your hips instantly shift when he hits it right there and he notices this.
He’s making your thigh bend upward and you’re unable to hold back the moans of
his name that slip through your mouth because how the fuck does he always get the right spot?
You’re almost to your satisfaction, you’re letting him know
that you’re coming, you’re coming, you’re coming. He tells you to come
all over him, he tells you to not hold back and he’s there to catch you and he
keeps his promises when you shake violently, his name is echoed around the
place and it drives him to his destination when you feel the familiar warmth spreading
in you and it’s moments like these that he appreciates
that you’re on a pill. You hadn’t realize that you were biting his shoulder
when he tells you it’s not the best feeling in the world and you mumble a soft
apology because yeah, that’s how hard you
came. You plant a kiss on his shoulder but remain like that, sinking into
the aftermath as he rubs circles on your thigh as its wrapped around his waist,
his other pressing on your lower back because he knows how painful and aching
it must’ve been.
“Does it hurt?” He asks concernedly, into your ears and you’re
smiling, shaking your head, “Not really…”
to take things in his own hands and he literally
does as he pulls you until you’re clinging onto him. He has the strength to
pick up all your clothes because he knows how you don’t like them messily all
over the place and he does it all with you catching it when he tosses it to you
despite you just being on him, really on
him. Then he reaches the bedroom and you toss everything into the basket with
his aid and before he can settle you down on the bed where he’ll let you to
sleep because he knows you’re tired, he feels something clenching around him just as he thinks he’s about to go
He cocks an
eyebrow at you and you lean away to grin at him when he catches that glint in
your eyes, “Aren’t you a naughty angel?” His tone says otherwise as he places
you on the bed, his body following you and you do realize that he’s still in you because nah, he doesn’t want to pull out.
sometimes, angels can be bad, too,”
the hair back from your forehead and he slides his hands down into yours to
make them move over your head, his eyes darkening with another look, his lips
curling up into a smile and you’re in for another ride when he says, “I can be
a naughty boy too, then.”