In 1999, I wrote my thoughts on the Clinton-Lewinskys affair after reading the following

comment in the Mother Jones Magazine, March/April 99 edition, P. 86: "Joycelyn Elders, whose
support for self-pleasure denied her a job, claims that the dubious pleasures of Monicagate may
snap Americans out of their sexual denial". Great! That will balance out what I've seen on The
View (the television show) few weeks ago, I then thought.

"What were you thinking?" answered one of the four hostesses, when Barbara Walters asked
which questions they would like her to ask Monica Lewinsky in her upcoming one-to-one
interview. "That Bill Clinton would leave his wife and marry you?" And she laughed, turning the
possibility in ridicule.

And yes, why not? Divorces happen all the time. Only in rare occasions, do we meet a soul mate
with whom we immediately feel a connection that may be, even if momentary, be deeper than a
relationship we have had with a partner for years. It happened to me; so yes, it could happen.

After all, the connection that Bill Clinton had with Monica Lewinsky was strong enough to have
him compromise a marriage, a family, even a nation. Their meeting wasn't exactly an accident, as
Bill Clinton's had been calling for a sexual mate for a long time. We know that what he didn't have
with Hillary, he has been seeking with Juanita Broaddick, Gennifer Flower, Paula Jones, Kathleen
Wiley and others before.

Hillary was bright, energetic and sensuous too, but her sexuality didnt seem to vibrate at the same
level than Bills. The couple had probably become a habit, a friendship, a partnership or a
comfortable association within the established institution of marriage, but the sexual union wasnt
fully there obviously.

When sexual chakras respond to each other, new worlds, experiences and realities could be
revealed. There is nothing more powerful than sexual exploration, and I always thought that Bill
Clinton was looking for that. I never thought that he was addicted to sex but looking for a part of
his soul that was dormant since somewhere along the way, he had started to compromise, i.e.
separating mind, spirit and sexuality.

His quest had not been completed. Subtle and sensitive as he was, he was still looking for natural
satisfaction in body-mind-spirit wholeness, and I could understand that. I always believed that this
thirst for absolute ecstasy is in all of us, and to vibrate in unison is the purpose of incarnating
ourselves on this earth.

Sexual intimacy is communion. I offer my body, my blood, my semen, my nectar; eat me, drink
me, swallow me, and consume me, so that we can become one.

Church and society have been sending the message that there is something wrong with questing for
complete satisfaction. They had enticed us to stay in unachieved states, accepting status quos and
phony marriages, rather than normally evolve at our own rhythm. That has cut us from what we
really feel in our guts, and respond to fabricated obligations coming from outside. This is where we
start losing our basic goodness, fullness and wholeness in my opinion. Deprived of intimacy with
ourselves and others, we become spiritually, emotionally, sexually, mentally, metaphysically and
psychically disconnected, and dysfunctional, - one side ignoring the others.

Bill Clinton served us the hero's journey archetype. He had to justify his quest in front of his peers
because he was the president, the head of a nation which was searching for itself too. As a boomer,
he couldn't escape the call for self-realization, which could only happen when one could totally be
true to oneself, no matter the external pressures, reasons or commandments that others try to
impose. Ultimately, the intimate nature takes its course; there is no escape in unfolding ones
blueprint.

We dont say that we are addicted to foods because we need them every day? Do we say that we
are addicted to milk and veggies? Human needs exist at multi different levels, and all of them have
to be attended: physical, sexual, mental, emotional, social, psychic and spiritual. How many levels
of our life do we attend every day, every week or never?

Even if we feel that society is talking so much about sex, it doesn't enough, really. Sexual
spirituality is still ignored and denied. It is viscerally stigmatized by underlying religious taboos
assimilated from childhood to "im"-maturity.

What is this institution of marriage that wants to curb and control the celebrants' potential? When
did people started to possess someone else's life? Have we forgotten or are we afraid to be free?
When we say "my" wife or "my" husband, do we mean "possessing" someone else?

Sexual communion with the right partner is so rare, that it is to die for. Rf: Romeo and Juliette.

Monica dared to challenge Clinton's institutional marriage. Like many other American women,
she had dreamt of Bill Clinton as a friend and lover. She knew, she had everything his unconscious
was seeking and missing, and she had everything to appease his thirst. In Washington, she was like
a Queen seeking her King. The King was kind of waiting for her in his unconscious- dreaming her
and the hot encounter they would have, and one day, there she was right in front of his very own
eyes, materialized as an intern in the White House. From this moment, even if the rest of his life
would be at stake, he jumped into his fate, her offerings being irresistible.

Bill was so ready for this loving, sensuous, friendly, sexual woman. Why wouldnt he answer his
basic needs for love and intimacy? Faithful to his pulse, he followed blissful elation. What is
regrettable is that he denied himself the pleasure of penetration, the full union with his bliss
because of fear of being caught, judged and condemned for what was sin in others eyes.

How could without penetration be less complicated than with? If he had known, wouldn't he have
gone all the way? Omission didn't gain him any remission. It just deprived him and her of knowing
themselves better.

I could see him, debating if he should or not, imagining what it would/could be like to be within
her, haunted by desires, having to expedite explorations, caresses and pleasures behind doors. How
pathetic! How sad is it to be drawn so magnetically, and having to push a lover away for Hillary,
Chelsea, and the people?

In our civilization, soon or later, most of us put a lid on our sexuality. Eventually, if unattended, it
fades away and dies. Only a small percentage of us keep sexuality alive. If we don't have a Tantric
soul mate partner, we do it with surrogate toys, role playing, S&M, magazines, porn, web sites,
fantasies, prostitutes or affairs because this faculty, the powerful second chakra, is the center of
deep spirituality and creativity, and it is important to keep it alive.

People and couples, who shut down their sexuality, cut themselves from the first source of creative
life-force energy, this ever renewable cosmic fire burning inside the belly that keeps us alert and
vibrant. Active sexuality is one of the secrets for a long, serene and active life. Instead of killing it,
we have to learn to raise it to our heart, head and third eye, and wake up. Creativity or creation
doesnt always have to end up with reproduction.

When a partner loses interest or isn't driven anymore, the other dies to his/her sexuality too, except
if he/she finds another partner. And life goes on. We have choices: be faithful to oneself, an
institution, someone else or a nation's projection. Don't we have the right and the obligation to
fulfill our own life without authoritarian and dictatorial institutions? Can we all be individually
responsible for our own well being?

Is it integrity to deny ones needs to maintain a fantasy-dream family in a fictitious situation, so
that a monster can grow in a closet? From which supreme rights, certain human beings impose
their expectations on others? Could Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky have been free to live what
they had to live? Could Hillary and Chelsea have been free of attachment, and focus on their own
lives, moving on?

Later on, in "Just shoot me", the television series, a senator, who looked like Dan Quayle, was
lying on the floor, smoking and making it with an ex-model executive. "I want to be a bad boy, he
was whining. Why did he think that it was bad to roll on the floor, and have sex?

Arent sexually active people more alive?

(To be continued-)


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