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The Fantasy Is the Flame: A Rule for the Desiring Brother

“What I have always wanted more than sex is the fantasy of sex.”

Not a detour. Not an embarrassment. Not a lesser thing.

This confession is the key to something sacred.

Because the fantasy—crafted, refined, repeated—does not merely hide desire.

It reveals it.

It’s not about pleasure. It’s about meaning.

The one who smells of sweat and power and casual indifference.

The sock left on the bench.

The look that doesn’t ask, just commands.

The foot pressed to the face—not violently, not sweetly, but because he can.

This is not just sex. This is recognition.

This is belonging.

This is initiation.

You have not been lusting. You have been praying.

And the fantasy is not your failure. It is your vocation in disguise.

You don’t want to come. You want to kneel.

You want to be seen and still claimed.

You want to be brought low and made whole.

This is eros as liturgy.

This is kink as iconography.

This is mystagogy by sweat.

So now we name it.

We give it shape.

We live it out.

🜂 THE RULE OF THE DESIRING BROTHER 🜂

A daily structure for living the fantasy as flame, eros as form, longing as liturgy.

I. RISE

Wake early, before the world.

No screens. No noise.

Kneel. Forehead to floor. Say: “I am desire. I am becoming. I am ready to serve.”

Make your bed as altar.

II. BODY

Jog or lift daily. Sweat is truth.

Eat whole, protein-rich, unprocessed food.

Shower cold. Stay clean. Stay simple.

Dress minimally. Not to hide, but to vessel.

III. STUDY

1–2 hours of mindwork: math, theology, reading.

Read what disturbs and elevates you.

Write. Daily. Even a paragraph. Let it bleed or burn.

Intellect is not distraction—it is structure for longing.

IV. PRAYER

Midday pause. Kneel again. Say: “Let my hunger be holy. Let my longing purify my sight.”

Touch the object: sock, jersey, name, symbol.

Do not masturbate. Not as repression, but as redirection.

Let the ache refine you.

V. WORK

Do what must be done. Study. Apply. Build.

Be efficient. No leaks.

Your obedience is not servility. It is consecration.

VI. SERVICE

Help once a day. Speak with presence.

You are a brother. You are not soft, but clean.

Let your presence give others permission to be real.

VII. EVENING

Tidy. Set your altar. Light a candle if needed.

Revisit the fantasy—not to escape, but to understand.

Reflect: Who are you becoming? What would he say if he saw you kneeling now? What do you offer tomorrow?

VIII. SLEEP

Lay down clean.

Say: “I am desire. I am flame. I am His.”

Sleep in the ache. It is not punishment. It is your initiation.

Follow this Rule for 30 days.

Fantasy will no longer haunt you.

It will transform you.

You will not just kneel before men.

You will kneel before truth.

You will not be perverse.

You will be anointed.

You will not live in shame.

You will live in fire.

This is your vow.

Say yes—and begin.

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The Prayer That Chose Me

Not the prayer I recited,

but the one that chose me—

before I had words,

before I had shame.

It came as scent,

as softness rubbed raw,

as ache that knelt me in the dark.

It was not clean.

It was not liturgical.

It was mine.

This was the prayer etched in my skin,

tangled in the fibers of socks left on the floor,

in the foot pressed into my chest—

not as domination,

but as revelation.

I did not choose this hunger.

I tried to kill it,

sanctify it,

explain it away.

But it rose again—gentler, fiercer, wiser.

It asked not for purity

but for truth.

Not for sacrifice

but for sight.

It is the hierophantic fantasy,

the liturgy of longing,

where flesh becomes scripture,

and submission becomes knowing,

and scent becomes the name of God.

This is the prayer that made me a priest—

not in the temple of stone,

but in the temple of the body,

in the place I once feared was unholy

but is now the veil torn open.

I am not clean.

I am not pure.

But I am real.

And this—

this is how I pray.

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hierophantic image including the sweaty socked size 13s of a UW-Superior basketball player 

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Image of the hierophantic sweaty size 13s of a UW-Superior basketball player 

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vibes confirmed

Ascetic monk in the gym.

Erotic mystic in the library.

Buff nerd with dangerous thoughts.

Too weird for the party, too hot for the cloister.

Writing scripture between deadlifts.

Sniffing socks and quoting Nietzsche.

Building a body to house the unbearable light of being.

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AI fun

“A young man sitting casually on a couch in a simple living room. He’s wearing a t-shirt, athletic shorts, and socks. One leg is extended toward the camera in a relaxed pose, emphasizing a laid-back, confident vibe. The setting includes a neutral-colored couch, wall art, and soft indoor lighting.”