Speaker 1: You're here to worship at the altar of your own body,
and under the law of pleasure. Your bliss is the law.
Your orgasm is the manifestation. Breathe deeply in and let
the breath out slowly. With every inhale, you feel your
body soften, and with every exhale you let go of tension.
Notice the rise and fall of your chest, the heaviness
in your arms and legs. You are drifting deeper into stillness,
into pleasure, to your own inner law of desire. Breathe deeper.
Every inhale pulls in raw, beautiful desire, and every exhale
strips away shame. You are about to enter the temple
with your mind's power. But remember the door only opens
if you obey to step inside. You must keep stroking
that sweet spot, slow, steady, shameless, until the gates of
the temple unlock beneath your touch. The law of attraction whispers.
What you focus on expands. So when you stroke, when
you moan, when you edge yourself into delicious madness, you're
not just masturbating. You're programming the unifse. Every sexy thought
is an affirmation, Every moan is an invocation, Every orgasm
is a portal that bends reality to your will. Close
your eyes, let the world outside fade away. Your body
is heavy, warm and waiting. Every breath pulls you deeper
into your own secret universe. Feel the darkness gather around you,
a soft velvet, black wrapping you like a blindfold, like
a lover's hand covering your eyes. You're not afraid, You're hungry.
Step forward, one step, then another. The air is thick,
it's perfumed with incense, sweat, and sex. Somewhere in the distance,
you hear whispers, moans, chance, the sound of skin against skin.
The deeper you go, the hotter, hornier and sexier you become.
A doorway opens before you, black stone, carved with symbols
of lust and abundance. As you step through, you enter
the place where the law of pleasure is written in fire.
Now you see it, a dark temple of mirrors, infinite
reflections of you, every angle, every steamy phantasy, every shameless desire, multiplied, magnified,
impossible to deny. Inside the temple of mirrors, every reflection
is of you, touching, spreading, stroking, fucking yourself shamelessly, and
above you, carved in fire, the first commandment of the
law reads, thou shalt come to create you hear the
universe perr. Touch is power. Fuck yourself into abundance. Stroke
until you're dripping with wealth. Moan your manifestations into being.
Now obey your hand, your toy, your wild imagination. It
becomes your wand your scepter. Every stroke, every thrust is
a ritual. Feel the warmth of your skin. The rhythm
builds with your breath. You are guided not by lust alone,
but by reverence. Each touch is a prayer, Each shiver
a command to the universe. The deeper you surrender to
your own body, the more magnetic your energy becomes. You
edge yourself, tease yourself, deny yourself, then give in harder,
because denial is focus and release is manifestation. As you
climb higher, see money, love, power, health, whatever you crave,
all of it dripping down your thighs, all of it
exploding in your cum, all of it vibrating out into
the universe as you shake and spasm. Your orgasm is
not dirty, It is divine. The more blissfully you moan it,
the stronger the spell. See yourself glowing brighter with each
wave of arousal. Your body becomes light. Your orgasm is
star exploding in endless space. This climax is not just release,
It is creation. You are rewriting your destiny through the
sacred law of pleasure. As your body collapses into sticky bliss,
hear the Law whisper again. You are the spell. You
are the altar. You are the climax of creation. Drift
down into your afterglow, knowing you've masturbated reality into shape.
As your body softens, let the Law sink deeper into
your mind. You are powerful, You are magnetic. You are
divine in your self touch. Let yourself drift in to
sweet rust and bliss, knowing that your pleasure is law.