Thank you very much for reading the following excerpt of Kinetikus!

Kinetikus is a highly sensual and spiritual novel that is based on a true story and written from the heart.

It will take you on an exquisite journey of the senses whilst sharing universal truths and helping you to align with the vibration of divine love.

In aligning yourself fully you will attract true love into your own physical experience.

It is my deepest wish for all women and men to re-unite in Love and Bliss.

With love and gratitude,
Susanne

 

“Thank you for the beautiful gift that is your book Kinetikus. What a beautiful story. It unlocked many feelings in my body, and memories in my cells.”
L. Grove, Holistic Practitoner

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Kinetikus

The Story of a Divine Lover

Susanne Meis

 

 

PART ONE

A Sensual Adventurer

Sandrine loved her body. Moving her hips alluringly, she was absorbed in the music, savouring her dance. Unlike her colleagues, she appreciated most of the male attention she received during her performances. The raw energy of purposeful arousal, beyond any pretence, felt superior to the suppressed desire she sensed from men on public transport. The small round stage, minimally lit, acted as the main light source of the club. Tonight there was the usual crowd, made up mostly of smartly dressed business men, small clusters of younger men with slightly embarrassed faces, and a few unkempt alcoholised louder types. Sandrine had finished her act for the night when her boss motioned her to one of the private booths. Someone had chosen her for a private dance. The first tonight.

*

Approaching the booth, Sandrine was surprised to feel a slight wave of excitement. She had danced for individual customers before but it suddenly struck her that it was a bigger challenge to please one selective customer than a mediocre anonymous crowd. While she had never been concerned about this before, she was suddenly afraid of failure. Realising the absurdity in her need to serve a man she had not even met, she composed herself and entered the booth. She knew the rules - no physical contact but full exposure if she chose. Inside the booth, her eyes quickly grew accustomed to the dimmed lights. He was elegantly dressed and sat in a relaxed manner on the small plush sofa. Nothing in his posture revealed any tension or apprehension - not even excitement. Sandrine was experienced in reading the needs of her customers but was wondering if the man wanted to be aroused at all. Maybe he was new to the club and did not know what it meant to order a private dancer.

Against the rules she broke the silence. ‘What do you like?’ she asked. Offering her a comforting smile, he breathed in deeply and seemed to look inward for the answer. He was in no hurry. After what seemed an eternity, he said slowly and decisively, ‘Dance as if to arouse God!’

She froze for a second. Then choosing a tape with an instrumental piece, Sandrine looked straight into the eyes of the man. The beat of the music began to merge with that of her heart. Closing her eyes, she entered into her own universe. Her arms floating slowly towards the skies, she was dancing for herself, not for anybody else, not even God. Sandrine allowed her body to travel freely with the melody, liberated from the constraints of the mind, into a space of pure movement. Pearls of sweat were forming on her forehead and in the nape of her neck as she stripped down to her under garments.

 

*

The man observed her with appreciation. Their eyes met for a brief moment and she suddenly understood that he wanted to serve her too.

Sandrine noticed that he had changed position and was now sitting up straight, his hands resting on his lap pointing towards her with open palms.

‘He is receiving my dance with his hands,’ she thought. This was when she first noticed his hands. They were fine and slender. The hands of an artist or musician. She caught herself wondering what it would feel like to be touched by them. Her hips were drawn towards these hands. They began to move on their own like waves lapping onto a home shore. Sensing the heat of his energy field, her mind warned with meagre authority ‘No touch!’ whilst her soul smiled in victory when she surrendered to breaking the rules for the second time. Her behind nestled peacefully in his hands, as she sat on his lap facing away from him. What perfect hands! So soft, appreciative and receptive. She expected them to move. She desired them to move. Instead she began to move. His hands had become an instrument of divine service.

 

*

Kinetikus had always felt the energy of the unseen. As a young boy he saw the ghost of a king sitting on his brother’s bike in his bedroom, staring at him without words, as if he wanted to tell him something about himself. He did not understand then. He was three when he decided that reality would follow his will. He willed his colds away and he willed the universe to be kind to him. But the universe had its own plans on HOW to be kind. People needed to be near him - physically near! When he was eleven, a woman had hugged him innocently and he felt a sudden heat rise in his body, the force of which took him by surprise. He knew that he had sensed her energy in addition to his own. He could feel people in a way that was unique. Often he had taken on vibrations from total strangers and people in the street and felt faint and depleted. Until one day, something unexpected happened.

 

His voice had broken and he had recently discovered an extremely pleasurable way to release energy from his body. He was riding on a crowded bus on the way to school. The bus was old and tatty and aching under the load of the passengers who were battling with the summer heat. Despite the open windows, there was no tangible ventilation and Kinetikus, who was standing up, felt faint. While his right hand was gripping onto a pole, he was trying to distract himself from the heat. He had to survive for another fifteen minutes on the way to school. When the bus stopped rather abruptly at a red light, he felt a pair of breasts bounce against his back. His unusually strong response to female energy had been another of his concerns of late. On the bus, there was little he could do to exchange energy with the clouds. He fought his arousal for a while and then decided to surrender to it. He tried to imagine the shape and size of the breasts of the woman behind him from the way he had sensed them on his back. He could still feel the impact just below his shoulder blades and was forming an image of them. He liked what he saw. A plan formulated in his mind. Casually, he lowered his left hand behind his back. With his palm facing outward, he waited with baited breath for the coming red light to deliver the next piece of his female puzzle. It was not the red light but an elderly lady crossing the road, who rendered the day unforgettable. When the bus gradually hit the brakes, a most feminine treasure was placed perfectly and gently into his burning hand. He could feel his energy pour through his hand into the soft warm mount.

 

He found himself eagerly anticipating the bus rides to school. Every day proved to be an unpredictable adventure. To his endless delight, his hand found many female hips and thighs. Kinetikus grew more and more confident and daring in his puzzle play.

 

*

On one particularly rainy day, he was standing on the bus when once more, through a soft fabric, he could feel the shape of the most desirable female organ brushing against his hand. This was an extremely rare event. He instinctively moved closer and, gently, rested his slightly cupped hand against it. Anticipating the usual rather sudden separation that followed either through the movements of the bus or the woman’s awareness of his hand, he was surprised when she tentatively moved closer. His heart began to pound and his hand started to tingle with heat which spread throughout his entire body. He gathered all his courage. Very gently squeezing the forbidden fruit, he moved beyond the probability of coincidence. A silent agreement between two people, who did not dare to look at each other, was sealed with the most intimate handshake.

 

The next day, on the bus, his hand was in its habitual place, but off duty, while he was talking to a friend. He instinctively felt a woman approaching from behind. Continuing his conversation, he did not expect his hand to be occupied so suddenly, without his prior consent. Listening absentmindedly to his friend’s account of a family funeral, he found immense pleasure in the ambiguity of the situation. His soul rejoiced as his hand moved on a journey of discovery. He felt a silky smooth fabric and gasped, noticing the deliberate absence of underwear. Time stood still. His blood turned into fire and spread into his loins. Drunken with desire, he realised that there was no obvious way out of his predicament. He decided to disperse the pent-up energy within his whole body. It was spiralling slowly back up his spine when he chose to divert it. He sensed a mighty wave travelling down through his left arm and hand back into the woman. Seconds later he heard a muffled scream of pleasure and felt her trembling in his hand.

 

*

Sitting in a hotel room overlooking the river, Kinetikus felt tired. It had been a long night. He looked at his watch. 3.07 am. The company he had created out of the ether two and a half years ago was growing rapidly and required his full attention during the day and late into most nights. He loved his work. It allowed him to connect with a wealth of cosmopolitan people and he enjoyed his travels to meet corporate clients. This particular European city, despite its hypocrisy and arrogance, had greeted him with tangible sensuality. It awoke the memory of a previous chapter in his life when merging with the female physical body was all that sustained him. It seemed a lifetime ago. Tonight he had submerged himself once more into the old world, but with the recognition of familiar pleasure came the scent of loneliness and the desire for growth.

 

*

He had loved many women throughout his early adulthood. Making love came as naturally to him as his own breath. Remembering the very first time he was granted entry into the female heaven, Kinetikus smiled to himself. Barbara was 11 years his senior and had been one of his most interactive victims on a crammed tourist bus during his holidays. The puzzle play escalated in such a way that fellow passengers protested with righteous indignation. They were thrown off the bus and, suddenly, found themselves on a scorching summer afternoon at the side of a dusty countryside road to nowhere. Two young aroused people being forced to look at each other properly for the first time. He laughed when he remembered their rather brief introductory dialogue. Then Barbara quickly and decisively pulled him under an orange tree where they continued the dance that had opened with a few, not so tentative, steps on the bus. He marvelled at her soft curves and let his hands go on a series of joyful roller coaster rides before her arousal took him to new ventures. Rather than just his hands, he offered his whole body in service, to give and receive pleasure before merging with the absolute.

 

*

In the beginning Kinetikus was surprised to learn, from so many of these early encounters, that he was the first to end their struggles for fulfilment. Later, he realised, that their pleasure was inextricably linked to the way he could feel and touch a woman. His touch powerfully transmitted his masculine essence, and enabled them to become part of his sensual experience, while liberating their own. They felt his desire, appreciation, admiration and worship of their female beauty, and so saw themselves through his eyes. Experiencing his energy, they simultaneously felt the flow of their own sensuality circulating freely throughout their bodies, while their thoughts were gently pulled into a nurturing black hole.  At this void of thought, all they were left with was pure energy flowing through two physical bodies in a loving embrace.

 

*

With the realisation of his sensual powers had come the greed of a hungry young masculine ego, and Kinetikus, himself, had fallen prey to his prey. He loved the physical union so much that he decided to sample what he perceived as all possible types of women. He started to write down his observations on body types, ethnic backgrounds and appearances, and developed his own theories on how they were linked to the personality and sensuality of a woman. He gained a deep understanding of how a woman’s face and body could reveal much of her life-story. Conquering, loving, healing, and befriending many women, he enjoyed his identity of a sensual superhero until one day, he realised, it was merely an illusion.

 

Kinetikus took his purple notebook and wrote:

My body is a divine instrument of love.

Yet so is my mind and my soul.

I can no longer pretend to love, if all I love with is my body.

To love completely, I have to love with my mind, body and soul.

I now choose to draw into my life the woman who will not only receive the gift of my healing touch but will also bring her unique gift for me.

 

My body desires to explore, heal, caress and become one with her.

My mind feels inspired, intrigued, challenged and entertained by her.

Our souls recognise each other in the blink of an eye.

 

Kinetikus leaned back and was suddenly overcome with gratitude:

 

I am feeling my love filling her.

I am feeling her love filling me.

I am feeling our love creating miracles.

 

He wiped his tears and continued to write:

With gratitude and certainty, I acknowledge that this precious gift is already reserved for me. With patience, I trust that she will enter my life at the perfect moment. Until then, I will follow my dreams with an open heart and mind, and focus on nurturing myself, while serving others in love and respect.

 

 

‘You are booked on the 10:00 am flight for next week.’ His assistant was handing Kinetikus the ticket. He had not been to this grand historical city on business before and looked forward to overseeing the event that he had organised over the past month. His presence was a formality. All the legwork was complete. He would only have to make sure that everything was running smoothly.

‘Did you book our usual interpreter?’

‘Yes, Mrs. Schubert will meet you at the hotel an hour before the meeting begins.’

‘No problem there. Most of the clients speak very good English anyway. We will hardly need her.’

The phone rang.

 

‘Kin, I have got Don on the phone. Would you like to speak to him?’

 

‘Put him through – it’s so seldom I get to say hi to him these days.’

 

Kinetikus smiled when he put the phone down. Don was one of his oldest friends. They had shared challenging times together, well before they became successful in the eyes of the world. They had always felt certain of a bright future, regardless of how much money they had in their pockets, and harboured big dreams together. Don had just invited him to his birthday party. Kinetikus realised, that his commitment to focus full time on the business until he could take a backseat, had led to five months of virtually no social activity. Most of his friends knew him to be the soul of the party and were concerned, when he no longer seemed to be interested in women. Don sounded very happy on the phone and Kinetikus looked forward to seeing his friend again, after such a long time.

I deserve a little fun.

The party was already in full swing. Kinetikus was late, which was usual for him, as he liked to make an entrance. There was no point entering an empty party. In the shower, he had thought of all the times that he had ever attended parties in the past. He would usually focus his mind on the type of woman that he wanted to attract. He was always very specific about her body and appearance. He would repeat many times in his mind that he was the most magnetic, desirable person at the party. He would then put to trust that his female playmate would be delivered to him in due course. This was the manifestation game. He challenged the universe with sheer impossible tasks only to be amazed, time after time, to find the embodiment of his intentions heaving in his arms some hours later.

Tonight, he did not feel like a sensual adventure.

I don’t choose to experience the same over and over again.

I will change the parameters of the game!

 

Tonight I choose to meet somebody who can teach me something.

As he arrived at the party, he noticed with amazement that he loved feeling invisible.

Don opened his arms to welcome him.

He took Kinetikus aside.

‘You look tired. Are you alright? Have you been working too hard again? You need some serious fun!’

Don gestured with his hands as he led the way forward. ‘Let me introduce you to a friend of my sister.’

He pulled him to a group of people and started reeling off names.

Kinetikus was not present. Doing small talk, felt like wading through mud. He was looking for a way to exit the situation. Don had left him with an attractive, friendly and intelligent woman who was absolutely perfect. Everybody could see that…

- Apart from him!

The woman sensed that the conversation grew laboured and asked if he would like another drink from the bar?

‘I’ll get you one‘, he replied happy to have the chance of a change of scenery.

On the way to the bar, he stumbled over something soft in the corner.

He looked down.

It was a teddy bear.

He was puzzled. What was a teddy bear doing in a nightclub?

He asked one of the waitresses who looked stressed.

‘Natalie, we found Jimmy’s bear,’ she shouted across the bar to one of her colleagues who seemed equally hectic and hardly took any notice.

‘Natalie brought her little boy to work tonight,’ she whispered to Kinetikus. ‘Our boss is not supposed to know.’

‘Where is the boy?’

‘Upstairs, asleep in the billiard room. He was looking for it earlier. I have no idea how it got in here.’

Somebody called the girl and she went back to her work.

Kinetikus held the teddy bear in his hand.

 I used to have one just like that.

 

*

He approached the door, and could hear a child’s voice talking softly inside. He knocked at the door.

‘Who is it?’

‘Jimmy, I found your teddy.’

‘Come in.’

Kinetikus saw a young boy sitting on a blanket on the floor of the billiard room.

‘I wasn’t sure if you were asleep, but I heard you talking to someone.’

‘I was talking to my teddy.’

‘But your teddy was not here.’

‘I know, but I can still talk to him. I told him that he needn’t worry, that I am with him everywhere and will find him soon.’

‘You were right about that,’ Kinetikus smiled. ‘I used to have a teddy just like yours.’

‘Where is it now?’

‘I lost it, and nobody found it.’

‘Don’t be sad, you can cuddle mine if you like.’ The boy continued, ‘When I want to find something, I sometimes imagine how it would be if I never found it. First, I hate that thought and get sad. Then I think about all the other nice things around me and that I don’t really need it to be happy. I think of my mummy and all the people who love me and, in the end, I am so happy that I don’t think about it anymore.

And then I find it. Maybe looking for something when you need it makes it more difficult to find it.’

PART TWO

Divine Lovers