Quantum Tango Porn

 If you’ve been reading lately, you’ll know I’ve been down the rabbit hole of Quantum Consciousness and I was wondering how I could use the milonga, a place where tango dancers gather to dance, to make some observations. I proposed that there are two facets of the Quantum Tango Consciousness state, the absence of time and the absence of the need for language. Armed with this criteria, I set out for a large milonga last night and I will never be the same again.

It was a large gathering of tango dancers in the usual setup: a foyer with a couple of long tables draped with white tablecloths where you are required to pay and provide an email address, followed by a grand ballroom with a high ceiling, a group of circular tables before a large dance floor lined with cocktail tables on either side, and a stage on the far end. It was well-lit the first hour I was there, then the lights dimmed for the rest of the evening. 

I didn’t know anybody so it took me a while to find a dancer I could connect with sufficiently in order to prepare for entry into Quantum Tango Consciousness. Once I had achieved the desired physical and mental condition, I hoped I could remain aware enough to carry back some information from my observations and not forget like we do with dreams. 

When I began my tango journey, I had a large hill to climb. I was a babe in the woods with no idea of what I was getting into. I needed to learn how to dance if I was ever going to have a social life after my divorce or I was going to die, literally, of loneliness. I was a racist, homophobe when I started, but in the end, I became a dancer with an open mind, or at least that’s what I tell myself now. It was a hundred miles to the nearest milonga and I went with low expectations. If I could get just one dance, I told myself, I would be happy. And that’s how I approached last night’s experiment: hoping to learn just one new thing that I didn’t know before. I learned a lot more than one thing, in fact, I learned much more than I could handle.

I was a stranger in a strange land so I was cautious with my first cabeceos, the Argentine method for making a dance invitation that is done with just the eyes and brows. I chose a lady who looked anxious. Very rarely does this lead to a successful encounter but, you never can tell. It’s not a good strategy for picking a partner but I wanted to get out on the floor quickly so I could get a feel for the crowd before I made some riskier partner choices. There needs to be risk in order to increase your chances of entering an altered state. Risk and anonymity are the key ingredients for making the most successful tango encounters, the ones that send you to the moon and beyond, the dances that wake you up at five a.m. and force you to write poetry before you can slip back to slumber.

It was nearing midnight when I finally found a woman who could take me where I wanted to go. She was plain-looking and quite fit. She was obviously a trained dancer because she pivoted with mechanical precision. It feels very good when a tanguera has mastered the fundamentals of this dance. I led a side step and she stepped to the side, not away from me at a slight angle the way a lot of women with no floorcraft do, she stepped directly to her side. An unskilled dancer is constantly moving away, inadvertently, and requires more vertical support, course corrections and confidence building. It is much less taxing to dance with a skilled partner.  I tried a second tanda with her. A tanda is a set of songs, usually three or four, that defines the length of a tango encounter. Usually I don’t ask for more than one but I had some serious science to conduct. I guess I was asking for too much because, even though she obliged me, she felt a lot different during the second set. I had to force myself to do a good job to the end. I’m sure she felt me losing enthusiasm. When we parted, I wanted to apologize but decided it was best to just leave that dance in the past and forget about it.

I waited a while before my next attempt. I wanted to study the crowd, trying to find the right subject who could take me there. It was getting late, nearly one a.m., before I made my decision. There was a plump woman in a white blouse and black, knee-length, business skirt, whom I had danced with earlier. She was not very skilled but my gut told me to give her a try.

She smelled of patchouli, which I like but her lack of skill turned me off. I like a woman who embellishes in a way that makes my job of leading the dance easier. She knew the basics but that was it. She had been nervous before so I toned down my offerings and she immediately calmed down. The patchouli had worn off and now she smelled of sweat and something else. I’m not sure what exactly was causing that aroma but I’ve noticed it before, especially when a woman is aroused. It kind of smells like milk, in a good way, warm and sweet but not too sweet. Its odor mixes with sweat in a good way and my body responds at a primal level. It must be musk.

I slowed down my dance and focused mostly on the connection, making sure I held her firmly so she would feel safe as I moved her backwards through the crowd. After the first song we danced a little bit closer. By the third song my penis began to get hard. Usually the third song is the end of the tanda, but sometimes, at the end of the night, the DJ will throw in a fourth. I was fully aroused by the end of the last song. I was too far gone by the time the tanda ended. I couldn’t move to separate from her without exposing myself to the crowd, so I waited for her to break contact first.

She didn’t and that’s when I knew I was in trouble. This is what makes tango so exciting. Here I was, in the arms of a beautiful woman, my dick sliding down the side of my thigh, thankfully trapped there and not erecting a full-blown boner tent for all the world to see. It is an awkward moment to say the least, but I find that, if I keep my mouth shut, she’ll pretend that she doesn’t notice and we can part ways, but we didn’t part ways. My mind was racing because I did not know what to do. The best decisions are the ones that come with high risk. My inner wolf was fighting to take control of my vocal chords, trying to get me to say what it would take to take this encounter to the mattress but I didn’t give in. 

Having sex was not, and hardly ever is, my goal when I dance. That’s why I can dance, because I shut down that little man in my pants always telling me that tonight’s the night. If you listen to him, you cannot hear the music and that’s important in tango. I have to hear the music and immediately turn that into choreography. I have to pick a direction to go and convey that information to my partner. I have to navigate and always pay attention to her balance. Besides that, I’m a single guy and I like being single. I live for moments like this but I always back down because I know that sex leads to relationships which will not work because I live a hundred miles away in a small town. Tango is the only thing I have in common with these city girls. However, it’s hard to say no to the little man telling me I got a chance to relieve the nut building inside my loins. Doing so is what makes me a tango dancer. I can go to the edge and remain in control. I don’t know how it is for my partner. It never seems to make a difference what I do. All I know is, at that moment, I have a choice to make and it is imperative I choose wisely or my life will get complicated.

I remained where I was, still waiting for her to break away, yet there was still no sign that was happening. To my absolute delight, and, paradoxically, consternation, she kept her body tightly pressed to mine with no hint of moving away. The primal feelings unleashed by the sexual dynamic in tango are powerful ingredients that amplify the strength of our bond. I am not just next to her, I am being drawn into her.

Her scent is overwhelming.

The cortina, the odd musical clip usually fifteen to thirty seconds long that separates tandas, ends and tango music begins again. We wrap our arms around each other and start moving. My penis is still trapped on the side of my leg. It’s annoying and I would like nothing more than to move it into the upright position but then I would be exposed. I will have made a choice. Adjusting my boner would put me in a position where I could rub myself onto her and climax. That could be a terrible mistake for many reasons. One, she may not be feeling the same thing I’m feeling. For her, this could be nothing more than a dance and I am alone in being aroused, even though she is giving off all the signs of a woman in heat: sweaty palms, melting in my embrace and the aroma of amore. Two, rubbing against her might be illegal. Who knows nowadays post-#metoo.

While I was struggling with this dilemma I unexpectedly slipped into the zone of Quantum Tango Consciousness. I made it! Now, all I had to do was keep it together and see if I could learn anything. It was a difficult position to be in: she was so far against me that she was almost on the other side of me. She was so soft, warm and creamy that I could hardly stand it. But I could stand it because I am not a novice tanguero. I led her with confidence around the room. I let her feel my hunger without losing control. She was safe in my grasp and I could sense that she knew it. I had made it: I was in her mind…..and I was not alone.

When I’m in the Quantum Tango Consciousness state and I find myself in someone else’s mind, I can’t necessarily read their thoughts like written words, it’s more like I see images and feel intentions and that’s what I was getting here. I could feel the presence of another woman. She was angry and her anger was making my partner happy. It turned her on even more. Yes, she was in full bloom but I wasn’t the source of her arousal. She was complex, like all people are.

I was a little disappointed, as guys usually are when they are expecting pie and only get coffee. I began walking down the backside of the proverbial orgasmic cliff, instead of jumping off like my penis was telling me all along. I was not surprised that there might be another woman. I was somewhat let down that it wasn’t me, but also somewhat relieved, mentally and physically, my turgid member softening and retreating towards my nutsack. I was still in a quantum state and began to roam about the room out-of-body, with just my consciousness. Mostly, I sensed dancers in search of their next partners but there was an unusual presence in the room with us. It was feminine and it was watching us. I couldn’t get an image of who it was, only that she was looking for something. It was a purse, a Coach Purse. I saw the purse, it was the size of a bread loaf with an eye-catching floral pattern. It was sitting on a cocktail table next to a beautiful woman in a sequined dress. She was in the process of accepting an invitation to dance, rising to meet her new partner. She rose from her chair and, as she did so, a woman’s slender hand appeared out of thin air and snatched the purse, disappearing with it into the ether. I felt a wave of exhilaration move through the throng and then it was gone.

My boner receded and the blood flowed back to my brain, allowing me to think logically, bringing me all the way back from Quantum Tango Consciousness. I could see the woman in the sequined gown was still sitting, her purse still next to her on the cocktail table. I was kind of confused until I remembered that there is no time in the dimension where good tango takes us. The music had just ended and the cortina began to play when my partner finally released me from her pleasant, fleshy prison. She walked off without a word, her gaze on the floor, avoiding eye contact with me. She looked guilty; of what, I don’t know, but she had that look.

I had eyes on the woman with the purse when, ten seconds into the cortina music, I could see she was accepting a cabeceo from a man on the floor. She waited for him to come closer before extending her hand and rising from her chair. Her partner was too busy concentrating on her, setting the stage for an anonymous encounter of the sensual kind, to notice the hand appearing out of thin air, grabbing her Coach Purse and disappearing. I felt a wave of emotion flow back and forth across the room, the same feeling of exhilaration as before, when I was in a Quantum Tango Consciousness state. I must have been seeing the event in the future and reviewed it when I exited that dimension.

If I hadn’t seen it twice in less than a minute I would not have believed my eyes. I did see it; a hand appeared out of nowhere and took that woman’s purse. I remained seated, taking care not to inadvertently make eye contact, lest I find myself obligated to another dance engagement. Staring at the table cloth as intently as I could, I couldn’t stop thinking about the purse. It really happened. 

I smelled milk and felt the soft crush of the plump woman’s bosom pressed into my shoulder. Turning to look up from the tablecloth, I caught the gaze of her partner, a middle-aged lady with a bob of blond hair jiggling as she nodded with a sly smile at me and then towards the door. My socks nearly came off my feet. I forgot all about the hand and the purse. This had never happened to me before and, normally, I wouldn’t be into this kind of thing but I heard somewhere that a man invited to a ménage à trois with two women is under no obligation to future commitments. I'm not sure where I heard that, probably when I was buying my fishing license. Well, last night was a night of firsts.

It was an awkward encounter to say the least. I was confused as to who I was supposed to please or what to expect. At one point, just before dawn, I woke to find myself in a pile of arms, breasts and legs. I untangled myself and made my way to the door, thinking once more about the hand and the purse. What was that all about?

That's all for now. I made a lot of progress and can't wait for the next time I can get to a milonga and explore a little further. The hand thing really has me wondering just what exactly had happened. Reality? Insanity? Who knows? The Shadow Do:)

Until next time,

Peace, Love, Tango

The Kayak Hombre

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Quantum Tango Consciousness Relieves Stress

 Quantum Tango Consciousness is a state of mind and body that results when we move in harmony and rhythm with a group of other dancers. It is a blissful state. It’s more noticeable when there are a lot of dancers, crowd size is not a qualifying factor but connection, movement and music are. Connection is the physical link between two bodies, the music and the crowd, it is not limited to the body within but also the part of us that exists outside of our bodies, the corporeal form and the ethereal; movement is also necessary but it would be irrelevant if it were not for the music. Music is the key ingredient that provides the vibrations at the quantum level to expose our Consciousness to the others in attendance and put us in a state of Quantum Tango Consciousness. Exposing our consciousness to others makes us feels good. It is where we are most vulnerable and it is this vulnerability that is the wonder drug that feeds our opiate receptors that make us smile.

Not everybody at the dance achieves Quantum Tango Consciousnesses but it is easy to feel it if you are on the verge, unable to cross over the threshold to Nirvana due to whatever walls are between it and you. For those that do, there is a sense of universal understanding, an awareness of the others and their intentions without language or communication of any sort. That is how you know you are where you want to be, when you are in the minds of others. It's not like you can read their minds but you do feel their intentions quite clearly.

The soul is the most sensitive part of our consciousness. To touch another’s soul is very gratifying and difficult to do. It has a subtle sensor but not as subtle as the Universe’s. To touch your consciousness to the Oneness of the cosmos is the most gratifying of all sensations and much more difficult to do.

Tango’s super power is that it allows us to connect to another consciousness, singular and plural. There are many aspects of our collective civilizations that give us this opportunity but tango is the only available avenue I know of that is within reach of those who can dedicate themselves to achieving proficiency. Spending twenty years sitting in a cross-legged position humming a single chord is the long way around to the quantum state and very boring. We connect in tango by dropping our psychological and emotional barriers, the self-defense mechanisms we’ve erected to protect our fragile id; we merge our bodies with respect to the other’s balance; we move to the music and somehow, the other’s consciousness is revealed. This is not easily learned but it is fun and quite doable.

The classical view of consciousness stresses distances, great and small, the macro and the micro. When you pull back the curtain, you see that it's an illusion, a creation of our senses recorded in our brains and added to the classical view of Reality. The fundamental building blocks of matter are vibrations in the fields that pervade all of space. This is called the Quantum Consciousness. Classical consciousness is the Reality that can be measured. Quantum Consciousness is all the realities that are possible and is immeasurable. Quantum Consciousness is all about the possibilities of things, of distances, temperatures, radiation, etc. It’s all about what May be. Quantum Tango Consciousness is all about the possibilities with your partner/crowd/universe. Classical Tango Consciousness is the dance you had; Quantum Tango Consciousness is all about the dances you May have.

The things your consciousness May experience are not set in stone but there are some paths you feel an inclination towards and some paths suggesting other directions. I think the key to understanding Quantum Consciousness is learning how to listen to the inclination and the suggestion. Failure to do this causes stress. That is why Quantum Tango Consciousness is so addictive: it helps relieve the stress caused by too many bad decisions or going in the opposite direction of the suggestion or inclination of the cosmic Quantum Consciousness. Quantum Tango Consciousness enables us to erase those bad decisions and get back on track with a clean record. Yes, that does sound like being Born Again and it is, kinda/sorta. All in all, this is a magical thing and salve for wounds suffered and unhealed. 

This is what makes tango great and why I am such an advocate: I have seen the light, been bathed in the waters and I have been healed. Praise Be! Can I get an Amen?

I think that the similarities in Quantum Tango Consciousness and Quantum Consciousness gives us quite a few clues on how to live our lives. In tango, it is imperative to respect your partners’ space and balance. The tanguero strives to present himself to the other in a manner that is pleasant and without distraction. The establishment of the connection should be smooth and the lead clear, unambiguous. Imagine doing that outside of tango and you have a guide for how humans should interact with each other. It can be a religion or a scientific process. Whatever you want to call it doesn’t matter, what matters is this kind of behavior makes the world a better place; I think it settles the argument on whether or not there are such things as right and wrong, and right is the preferred choice of the cosmic oneness because it reduces stress; it is anti-entropic and provides structure to our efforts in making things better. 

Stress is created when we do not follow the plan. We are born with preprogramming that we are meant to follow but, because of Free Will, we often don’t. This is where stress comes from. It starts as a simple decision, yes or no, and morphs into a speed demon eating us whole from the inside if we don’t address it.

In the quantum view of consciousness, our growth of awareness is of utmost concern. We strive to reveal our programming and soothe our inner compasses by traveling a line that is true, rhythmic and in harmony to the song being sung by the cosmic choir. Maybe here is where we find out what it means to be good.

I have to wonder if the goal of Life is to be a better person, that the clues to the answers to the questions we are programmed to ask are in the striving to do good. I know that the milonga is the place to find answers and to explore the consciousness of others. It is there that I am happiest and where I want to be most. I hope I see you there, too.

Peace, Love

The Kayak Hombre

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Tango Takes Us to New Dimensions

 In the beginning, according to Tolkien, there was nothing except the sound, a tone, steady yet silent, for in the nether, there was nothing to hear in the nothingness. The vapid void begat new chords and became the song from which the Universe sprung. A consequence of the cosmic choir, Time, gave rise to Harmony and Rhythm and they are the basis of all things.

In the present day, quantum physicists have discovered, after rigorous inquiry into the fundamental components of all matter, that there is nothing but frequency and vibration at the subatomic level; which frequencies are present and how they vibrate are dependent on what is experienced by a sentient observer. It is difficult to peer into the machinations of the quantum realm without expensive scientific equipment but I’ve found another way: Tango, it is the Way.

The more Tango I dance, the more I dream about dancing Tango. While I was dancing tango around the desert in New Mexico and Colorado, I began taking melatonin, a common sleep-aid supplement. It gave me the most incredible nightmares, only they weren’t really scary, just very vivid to the point I had a hard time convincing myself they were not merely illusions. I think they’re real. Something that happens in the subconscious shouldn’t be automatically discounted as worthy of further investigation, we might be experiencing an aspect of another dimension and not a cerebral fantasy. 

Kudos out there to all you dream research scientists, your work is more important than you realize.

In trying to understand String Theory, a phenomenon of quantum physics that proposes the existence of up to nine more dimensions, I find it difficult to conceive what such a dimension would even be like. Height, Width, Length and Time are the four known dimensions. If more exist, surely we must be able to perceive them. They’re probably sitting right in front of our noses and we can’t convince ourselves that they are unique facets of the Universe in need of further study because of our biases. I have to wonder if other species experience an awareness of these dimensions that are unknown to humans, like cats, they are able to do things we find impossible to comprehend. For example, cats always land on their feet, even when there is not enough space or time to fall. Could it be that they can access a realm without time, a facet of Reality where they are able to manipulate their bodies so they arrive on the ground with all four paws hitting first. 

It is well-known that our brains are able to deceive us, making us believe we are somewhere we are not. That’s what PTSD is. I experienced it once after a dangerous ocean crossing on a forty foot sloop that I crewed on a trip from Rhode Island to the Virgin Islands via Bermuda. For a month afterwards I woke up on the ship and, even though I knew I was not on the boat anymore, I couldn’t see anything of where I actually was, all I saw/smelled/heard/felt was the ship and an angry ocean.

I like to imagine that the Dreamworld is another dimension of Reality. When we die and our consciousness leaves our fleshy vessels, we continue on without them into the world we thought was just our imaginations. I wonder if Time doesn’t exist in the Dreamworld because events there are not experienced in chronological order yet seem so logical. In the nighttime theater of my mind I understand many things even though no words are spoken. Maybe it is better to say that language is not necessary here because meaning is conveyed in a manner we cannot yet fathom. I find it funny that recollections of Close Encounters with Aliens say much the same thing about how the Aliens communicated with their human captives. Sometimes I wonder that speech may be an impediment to the efficient exchange of ideas between sentient beings.

I don’t see a way we can gather any concrete evidence to prove or disprove what I am postulating about this mysterious realm. If we open our minds to the possibility that it is real, we can at least think a lot about it and try to make headway with the few clues we have been given.

Tango’s superpower is that it allows us to easily connect to the Universe. By joining with another in the company of others and moving in Harmony to the Rhythm of tango music, we can reach a place of subconscious awareness—a state where we perceive the minds of others and their intentions/desires without relying on physical communication, such as facial expressions, vocalizations, or body language. This is the Melody of Life and it does not care about Time for it can exist by Itself. In the space between the tandas, if we are lucky, we sometimes find ourselves in the quantum realm somewhere near the Dreamworld, for here is a place where language is of little use. When the music ends we send out our souls to find another to share our space. Perhaps, in opening our minds to new possibilities we will find the person of our dreams is not just a figment of our imaginations after all.

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Tango, to Infinity and Beyond!

,I continue with my exploration of the physical world that I am learning is nothing more than a wave or vibration at the quantum level and veer off down the rabbit hole of Reality. Taking care of my parents in their waning years makes me think about what is on the other side of Living when our corporeal shell ceases growth and begins a permanent decay without our consciousness in it. Buddha tells us that Life is an illusion and that we are nothing; that, in being nothing, we are everything…or words to that effect.

In my previous posts of late I have been postulating that tango allows us to join in the collective consciousness and become one with the Universe via a combination of physical contact, psychological/spiritual/emotional connection all while moving in harmony with other couples to the vibrations and rhythms of tango music. In my mind, I am conducting scientific study through my obsession with this seductive, South American martial art: tango dancing.

When brain activity ceases, what awaits us on the other side? Of late, I have been entertaining the theory that the ‘Other Side’ is the same world that we live in in our dreams; what we do in the so-called ‘Real World’ is somehow important to what is happening to us in the dreamworld and vice versa. 

Maybe our time spent in fleshy containers is an opportunity of some sort to help us in the afterlife. If I follow that tangent I find myself abandoning scientific inquiry and pursuing a religious explanation for what is and why I am here. If our actions cause us to have violent nightmares, the byproduct of a guilty conscience, maybe we need to think about what we are doing with our time here on Earth. Maybe there is a reward of sorts for living a good life.

Dancing tango a lot makes me dream about dancing. I cannot say what lies beyond but I like the idea of walking a moral path in the hope of spending eternity in bliss, dancing at a never-ending milonga.

Peace, Love, Tango,

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Quantum Entangoment

 There is a dimensional plane that tango takes us to sometimes that we may or may not appreciate for what it is: a place where verbal and physical communication is not necessary, a place where we convey our meaning without the need for words or body language. In my continuing attempt to understand how tango reveals mysterious facets of the universe, I have become enamoured with a concept called quantum entanglement.

Here is what the internet says about quantum entanglement,”it is a bizarre quantum physics phenomenon where two or more particles become linked, sharing the same fate so that measuring a property of one instantly influences the state of the other(s), regardless of the vast distance separating them.This interconnectedness, described by a single quantum state, allows these particles to behave as one system.” 

My interpretation of quantum entanglement is that sometimes things seem connected even though there is no discernible medium between the two objects and the distance between them is irrelevant. They could be next door or the next galaxy but the result is the same and instantaneous.

I imagine that the mental connection between twins or a couple that has been married for a long time would be good examples of this. They sometimes seem to know what the other is experiencing, even at a distance. I believe this happens at some milongas. All it takes is some good vibes among the crowd and a killer DJ and we have us a multi-personal, multi-dimensional experience of the quantum-kind that would devastate a novice and intoxicate experienced tango dancers.

Yes, you could say it is a case of similar nurturing resulting in similar thinking and you may be right but I wish to believe it is something else, that I am experiencing a connection with my partner that allows me to communicate my intentions, to my partner and to the crowd, telepathically, or maybe we achieve a quantum entangoment of some sort that is impossible to describe.

Quantum entangoment flows from the couples to the attendees and is proven by the use of cabeceos after the tanda ends. At this moment you can feel the eyes upon you and the intentions of others in the room. There is a cacophony of desires being expressed and appreciated all at once when the music stops.The ears only hear the shuffling of feet but the hearts hear everything else.

Peace, Love, Tango

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Tango, the South American Martial Art of Love Takes Us to the Godplane

 In my tango travels I met a woman who was an ardent believer in the Law of Attraction. Consequently, I spent a considerable amount of time reading about this theory of the universe and its origins. I came to the conclusion that proponents of this belief were underestimating the amount of participation necessary to yield measurable results. It could all be bullshit but I try to be open-minded. The examples I read about involved hundreds of people but I’m guessing, and it is just a frivolous shot in the dark, billions of participants are needed. Religions claim to be able to affect results but there is no proof of causality. 

Here is what the Internet says about this philosophy:

“The law of attraction is the belief that positive or negative thoughts can bring positive or negative experiences into a person's life. The core principle is "like attracts like," meaning your dominant thoughts and beliefs, whether conscious or subconscious, attract corresponding circumstances to you.”

It is basically the irresistible allure of every religion that requires adherents to pray for what they want and how they want this world to be. I believe there is some truth to this but it is not a force in the universe that you could hitch your wagon to. I think people who are drawn to the Law of Attraction are too hopeful or naive about their ability to harness its power. 

The secrets of the universe are usually profound but seemingly subtle until we discover their true nature. Each civilization reaches a level of understanding of these mysteries and then they are discarded as the wheel of time rolls forward. I believe our current civilization is at the point now of unlocking the key to many of those mysteries with leaps in computing power and our ability to gather information from beyond the confines of our own planet.

When we do things with other people in unison, e.g. clapping, singing, etc., we feel a certain amount of exhilaration equal in proportion to its complexity and the number of creatures participating. The fundamental building blocks of the universe are frequency and vibration. Both definitions of frequency apply here: repetition and radiation. I guess vibration and radiation are kinda the same thing but it is better to say too much than too little. Two people clapping sounds nice but two dancers connecting physically, mentally, spiritually to each other, to the music, to the crowd and even the very fabric of space, is cosmic.

A yogi may attain enlightenment after years of meditation but a couple dancing tango may do it in one night. That is why I say Tango is the South American Martial Art of Love. It is akin to tai chi in that each person must move with utmost intention but that is where the similarity ends. Learning how to move is only the precursor to getting two humans to connect to the Godplane, or whatever we are going to call that place touched by our souls that keeps us coming back for more.

The very fabric of space exists but it is unmeasurable, maybe that is a good example of another dimension. I find it impossible to imagine what another dimension beyond the space/time dimensions might be like. I kind of feel like this tango connection to the partner/crowd/universe might give us a clue as to what one is. I propose that it is possible for a group of people to experience another dimension by joining together in body, thought and motion to music. I’m going to call this perripoling.

Perripoling is what happens when the crowd of dancers at a milonga, the place where tango is danced, achieve synchronicity with the Universe. It doesn’t happen all the time and not all dancers experience it, but those that do are affected. I know, I have been affected. It is a feeling that doesn’t happen all at once, it unfolds in my memory of the event as I continue my life after the dance is over. A week later and I am still processing just what it is that I experienced. It is a feeling that I will never be able to describe other than one of satisfaction.

Quantum Theory’s bastard child, String Theory, postulates the existence of more than four dimensions. Just what they may be we do not know but I do not believe they are beyond our abilities to perceive, it is just very difficult. Just like the Law of Attraction, I think we underestimate how much effort is needed to achieve awareness. It is possible we experience other dimensions all the time but we just don’t realize it when it happens. When we dance tango, we sometimes achieve awareness of another dimension, having done that we should probably take some measurements or make others aware of what we have found.

In my latest book, Kokapelli in the Wiccans’ Kitchen, I endow my characters with awareness of other dimensions and have them interact with these dimensions in an entertaining manner. I guess I do this for my own personal enjoyment but I also aspire to higher ideals. I think people should be open to the possibilities that they can experience the universe in a myriad of ways and that this is not the sole property of the scientists and the intellectuals.

Thank you for indulging me in my efforts,

Peace, Love, Tango

The Kayak Hombre

Kokapelli in the Wiccans' Kitchen, My Latest Tango-Witch-Magic Fantasy Novel

Kokapelli in the Wiccans' Kitchen, My Latest Tango-Witch-Magic Fantasy is written under my pen name: Carmen Cray. Not so much tango but a lot more wiccan fun as well as an in-depth performance by my favorite Ancient Pueblan Demi-god: Kokapelli.

I am learning that tango allows us to connect to much more than just the human in our embrace; it allows us to establish a connection to the other couples and even to the very fabric of the universe. This momentary bonding is an awesome feeling that most milongueros find addicting. 

That is why I chose connection as the one aspect of tango I hoped most readers of my new book could identify with.  It is always important to me to convey to the reader how special tango is in the grand scheme of things, that it is not just another dance. I don’t believe readers want a tango lesson, they want a good story and it has been my goal to offer a tall tale whilst illuminating what makes tango such a phenomenon. In my book I believe I have taken the most fundamental aspect of tango, the connection, and focused solely on that as a reader’s introduction to the dance. To do any more than that and I would lose my audience and probably not get any recommendations to other readers.

One thing I’ve learned recently is that I have to be careful when I’m talking after having danced tango. I am currently taking care of my parents and have had the good fortune to listen to my dad talk nonsense. He doesn’t mean to talk nonsense but his filter is broken due to old age and sometimes he can’t help himself. In order to make a good tango connection, I find that I need to drop all my walls in order for the simultaneous choreography to happen. Just this past weekend I realized I was talking nonsense just like my dad and had to think about why that was. I think it is because, when I drop my walls to let my partner in, I also turn off the filters between my brain and my tongue.

My new book is a repackaged version of my last two books, Wiccans, Zombies and the Mayan Blood God and The Tango Doctor. I thought, naively, that I could get artificial intelligence, AI, to help  and it did but only in the cover creation, the entire text is totally my creation. In my efforts to harness some value from AI, I found that I really liked what I had written about the witches and their battle with the zombie horde. At first, I mistakenly thought that AI had rewritten some of my scenes but it doesn’t do that; it’ll create new text but it won’t rework old text, which is great because I really liked the old text.

In combining the Wiccans’ tale with the Tango Doctor I got lucky. As I was rolling the character into the Wiccan story, I realized that he was a tool for these ladies as well as something else. That something else is that he has much too much insight into why people do things. In coming up with why that is I accidentally stumbled upon who he might really be. This is one of the wonderful phenomena of being a writer: becoming a creator. I thought I was writing about someone and what I wrote ended up being about someone else whom I hadn’t planned on creating. It's kind of like a tango encounter that goes so incredibly well even though you only meant to kill time until Lady X was available and now you have a new favorite dance partner.

Here is a link to my book, I hope you'll read it and I'm sure you will enjoy it, whoever you may be: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0G1GZSHJQ?ref_=pe_93986420_774957520

That's all for now. 

Peace, Love, Tango

the Kayak Hombre