Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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If I was going to write an uncook book or even share my recipes with anyone at all I needed to be able to explain what I was doing and why. What was the rationale for my diet? Why did it work? I wasn't even sure yet that it did work, but I was doing well enough to keep doing it. I wasn't clear on why, though.

There was a lot of medica research on vegetarian diets. I could probably spend the rest of my life reading it and not cover it all.

Search: traumatic brain injury vegetarian diet

Woah, no, too much. I needed to narrow it down.

Search: traumatic brain injury uncooked vegetarian diet

Hm. Interesting. "Cybernetic Post-Operative Pain Reduction On A Raw Vegan Diet."

The study was small—only twelve patients, but the results were exciting! A thirty-percent reduction in pain during the first three months post-op compared to the typical pain scores of people on standard diets. All twelve patients had continued to be enrolled in the study for long-term results. The paper I was reading had been published six months ago out of a University in the Bootes Galaxy, and it was groundbreaking!

Cybernetics was fraught with post-operative complications. Pain was one of the many risks, and some cases had to be reversed due to longterm pain. Anything at all that could lower that possibility was good news. I wondered if the researcher would talk to me about my own condition and what had prompted him to try the diet for cybernetics? I made a note in my journal with the paper name so I could come back to it.

I kept searching, but I didn't find anything else that looked like what I wanted. Scant information. What if I started talking to people about it without having any evidence scientifically?

The ideas started flowing. I wrote down everything that came to mind. Self experimentation. Not a requirement forever. Just trying it out. Part of a larger healing journey. Anxiety. Journaling. Tapping. Trauma recovery. Recipes. Instructions. What I had learned from trial and error. Having a culinary adventure. Grief after loss. There was so much I could write about. So much I could say. I didn't need to do it in a book! I didn't need a restaurant or an uncook book! I could just start a new stream site and talk to people about my journey.

And if it caught on, there would be more people. And more people meant more opportunities to record data, so it could turn into research. People would need help. They'd need advice and encouragement. They would need education and counseling. We couldn't ignore things like anxiety and nightmares. We had to address everything that was going on. And how would they deal with family members and friends who may not like their dietary changes? I could help people, and I could start anytime.

Ryst to Lirin: Do you have a minute to talk about the Shurwinn Code and career ideas?

Buzz.

Lirin's face lit up my pad. I set it to hover in front of me, and accepted her video.

"Sunshine! What's going on? Did you get inspired?" Lirin asked.

I laughed, "I did! I did! I've got so much inspiration it will take me five years to figure out how to do it all!"

"Yeeee! Are we gonna talk about it?"

"Yes, yes. Okay, I have a lot of ideas. But the first thing is, if I want to start a stream site separate from my personal account, so a business-oriented account, but I want to use it to talk about my personal health journey… well, I'm not sure how much I'm allowed to say about Shurwinn. Because I can't really talk about myself without talking about the impact of being on Shurwinn. Does that make sense? And can I do any of this before I'm a citizen?"

She nodded. "Okay, so you want to talk about your own experiences, since you've been here? Like the monastery? What is the subject?"

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"Well, I don't need to talk about the monastery specifically. I was jotting down all the different subjects earlier. The main portion would be about the diet and recipes, and then other subjects like anxiety, and trauma. How we take care of all the parts of ourselves, not just what we eat. Does that make sense?"

"Absolutely. It sounds like it could help a lot of people. You have such a profound story to share."

"Yeah, and then if it grows, there is so much more I want to do. If I start to reach people, then I really could research it. And people might need counseling, so I could do sessions on stream to talk them through it. So, there's a lot of different things that I would like to see grow out of it. But first I just need to start putting information out there. Just start to connect to people and see what kind of interest there is."

"That is definitely a great way to start. And I'm so proud of you, Ryst. It wasn't long ago that you were sitting by yourself, and now you're ready to share your light with other people. To let that shine on them and offer them hope in dark days."

I blinked rapidly, holding in the emotion that threatened to leak from my eyes. Lirin was right, it was a big change to go from monastery Ryst to a public face again. But I thought on stream, I could do it. Start small, then take it step by step before getting too big.

"Thanks, Lirin. That means a lot."

"Well, what you need to know about the Code is: don't use specifics. Don't talk about the monastery or any locations. Don't give any identifying information: locations, names of people, places. You can talk about yourself all you want, but be vague when necessary. And if you aren't sure, then keep it to yourself, or ask someone like me. We can guide you through. It isn't as hard as it might seem. Especially because we already have the reputation in place. So, people off sphere will already expect you to be circumspect."

"Yeah," I nodded, "that makes sense."

"And Ryst?" She had a hesitating note in her voice. "There's a lot of resources available to you in Shurwinn. We support our businesses. We utilize our connections. We promote each other. That's how family works. And ultimately, we are all a family. Even all the people I've never met in other oases. I consider them extended family. And that is how we are successful. So, there is support to help you be successful too."

I saw both eagerness and hesitation in her face. "So, is there something about citizenship that is related to this?" I queried.

"Yes," she nodded encouragingly. Ok, I needed to ask any questions and see what would be answered.

"So, once my citizenship is approved, there will be more opportunities to talk to people for promotion ideas?"

She smiled and said, "Perhaps."

Well, that was interesting news. My citizenship status was coming up in two weeks. I hadn't heard anything about it at all.

"And in the meantime, while I'm waiting for the citizenship, are there things I could be working on? I was hoping to record videos of recipes. I'd like to start with the curry I made the other night. But I don't know any videographers and don't have a kitchen studio or anything like that."

She nodded and said, "I know a Recruiter who I think would be great to talk to. You can go over what you need—what you are looking for, and she can connect you. You can be doing all of this, and even get your stream site up before the citizenship is final."

"Okay, oh my stars, Lirin! This is so exciting! It's like I've caught a wind in my sails, and I finally have a direction to go!"

"I'm so excited too. This is just wonderful, Ryst! I'll transmit the details for you. And keep me posted. Anything you need, let me know."

"Great. Thank you times ten million, Lirin. Sunshine!"

Ultimately, the Art of Cruxinglizt is choice. For nature is choice, and erotica is nature— a force of creation, which has no force in it. We choose to wield it and shape it. It is a force that exists, but does not penetrate on its own.

The Practice of Cruxlinglizt is awareness, and becoming aware of the choice. We call this the Moment of Emptiness. Every encounter with erotica has a choice point.

Breathe the breath of life. Feel erotica. Allow it to fill you. Breathe it in. Desire floods you. Need stokes you. Observe the response of the body. Observe the response of the mind. Observe the response of the heart. The waves grow stronger.

In the Moment of Emptiness, you have a choice. Will you allow the next wave to crest and pull you under? Or will you allow it to recede and continue your flow with erotica? There will be a next wave, and a next. You get to shape the time and nature of your release.

The Moment of Emptiness in musical terms is the caesura. Yet, there need not always be a crescendo and finale. With erotica, you may choose in the Moment of Emptiness to have denouement without climax. And so we have the Art of Cruxinglizt and the Practice of Cruxinglizt in one Moment. The moment of choice leads the body to open or close. You decide how open your womb is.

The presented exercises are designed to bring you into experience of erotica and self. For how can you know the Moment of Emptiness without knowing your own thoughts, feelings, desires, and pleasures? The solo practice is Art. The partner practice is Art.

Decide how open you want to be.

- The Art and Practice of Conception

Dream Journal

I was floating in a hot tub. No, there were waves. I was floating on the ocean waves. No, not an ocean. Light. Waves of golden light. I was floating, and they filled me. Those waves of golden light, without and within. Stoking everything inside me. Filling me. Delight. Desire. Fulfillment. Ecstasy. Wave after wave.

He was there. He held me. He filled me. A wave began to crest. I felt him. I stopped thinking of my own need. I felt his chest beneath me, his breath rising and falling. The fullness of him inside me. He stilled, sensing my pause. I was trembling but realized the pause was the greatest bliss. And I had a choice to make— keep going or let the wave pull me under? I chose. I moved. The wave crested and crashed down. He filled me as I fell. And my mind was filled with golden light—glorious rapture. Bliss. The caesura— the great pause. I had felt it with him, and it had been bliss. Choice. Choice. Choice.