One of my monks confessed to having sinful thoughts on the train. His eyes were drawn to the legs of the lady in front of him. She wore silk stockings under a skirt that could barely cover her thighs. On the inside of her left leg, a ladder crept up. Like the train moving through the landscape, ever closer to its destination, the ladder sought its way up. Springing at the ankle it crept up the ladies leg, following her beautifully curved calf, passing her perfect knee.. A little further with every movement.. rung by rung.. step by step towards the Hidden Treasure of Womanhood.
I need you to think about this, while flagellating this week. I need you to whip yourself while imagining shrinking to the proportions of the ladder. A tiny creature kneeling at My feet reaching up to the bottom step. The steps of the ladder are like the steps of the Stairway to Heaven. Every rung bringing you closer to Bliss, but never easy to climb.