When the Big Bang occurred, temperatures soon after are estimated by scientists to be 100 billion degrees Kelvin (10 11K). To give you a reference, 1000 degrees Fahrenheit is 810.927 Kelvin. The Universe was a cauldron with radiation levels off the chart. A place that could not sustain life but came out of Creational Energy. As time went by atoms dropped out and matter formed with eventual planets where life started like on earth. Creational Energy stepped down to body temperature. Just think that human sexuality with in some cases conception of a future child is done at body temperature. Yet there is no difference between the Creational Energy at the Big Bang and Creational Energy through human sexuality. It's the same thing just stepped down at a different level. Sexuality is extremely powerful, and someone told me once that it is as powerful as nuclear energy. It can be used for healing spells, and many projection spells using the Athame, Fire, and the Wand, Air. Sex and healing can be very powerful. It is mysterious as well. It is Creational Energy. Most people don't associate sexuality with spirituality but really, they go hand in hand of course with legal constraints. Witchcraft recognizes sexuality within ceremonial parameters because it is Creational Energy which can be extremely beneficial, especially healing spells.
Every day, priests minutely examine the Dharma And endlessly chant complicated sutras. Before doing that, though, they should learn How to read the love letters sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon. It has the original mouth but remains wordless; It is surrounded by a magnificent mound of hair. Sentient beings can get completely lost in it But it is also the birthplace of all the Buddhas of the ten thousand worlds. Rinzai's disciples never got the Zen message, But I, the Blind Donkey, know the truth: Love play can make you immortal. The autumn breeze of a single night of love is better than a hundred thousand years of sterile sitting meditation. . . Stilted koans and convoluted answers are all monks have, Pandering endlessly to officials and rich patrons. Good friends of the Dharma, so proud, let me tell you, A brothel girl in gold brocade is worth more than any of you. Emerging from the world's grime, a puritan saint is still nowhere near a Buddha. Enter a brothel once and Great Wisdom will explode upon you. Manjushri should have let Ananda enjoy himself in the whorehouse – Now he will never know the joys of elegant love play. With a young beauty, sporting in deep love play; We sit in the pavilion, a pleasure girl and this Zen monk. Enraptured by hugs and kisses, I certainly don't feel as if I am burning in hell. Ikkyū Sōjun (1394-1481)
