The Invitation

       My worst mistake once told me the worst temptations do not appear to a man like a sensual woman with a scarlet dress, blood lips and the intention of giving herself to him because these are obvious mirages. 

      When reflections of our deepest desires are placed in a silver platter and up for grabs they get all of our alert flags up setting us in defensive mode. We can easily identify them as intrusive and delusive. 

         The worst temptations are actually quite different because they do not 

walk in and take the victim by surprise instead they take planning, hard work and courage.  They take courage because these temptations also carry a sign that tells us not to get involved as a fair warning. 

        Yes, decisions were taken before the actual wrongful act. I believe is because we don’t realize they come in a gang. We agreed to the first temptation and after the first one the second one and the big kahuna are definitely harder to remit. The gun was loaded, the aim was set and all the was left was to hear the bang. A simple scenario of cause and effect. 

       Forbidden but still wanted.

 Just like the tale about the girl who danced with the devil and  she knew who he was but just kept dancing. Perhaps at one point she invited him for a second piece on the dance floor and probably asked the devil to stay for one more song. She set the music and even took him out for the first piece.

  We danced until I was left scarred. My worst mistake kissed my hand said he was finished and then into flames vanished.  

     Temptation is hardest to deny when we craft the invitation and initiate the dance. Following through with our ideas even though we are  aware of the possible tragic finale is the bravest and most foolish life experience. We consciously trade in all of ourselves for temporary pleasure and the rush of a thrilling night. A rebellion against our own light. 

 We make the invitations and temptations attends. He then proceeds to takes us for a spin and then a dip.