The Intelligence Behind The Best Sex Is The Same Intelligence We Could Be Using In Confronting Life.

I’m crippled by PTSD after my near murder. I’m an Australian chiropractor being hunted, hiding in a mining town, suffering from panic attacks and endless interior torture.

The doctor prescribing insomnia meds urges me to seek help, but I’m broke. He insists I write down what happened as a therapy exercise to connect the dots on how I ended up here—and maybe find recovery. I take the advice and begin to remember there was an extraordinary feeling guiding me.

Years earlier, after a chance meeting with a beautiful biogenetics student, I felt this 'warmth'—as if a thick blanket had been wrapped around me, a vibrating in my cells that I’m certain anyone standing next to me could hear it.

When I kiss her, my entire body is outrageously warm and humming. I’m also able to interpret and feel thousands of data points, my heart and mind somehow processing months’ worth of life all at once. Our affair sets off this scarcely believable chain of events that sees me pinball around the planet.

One day, the warmth detonates—I’m white-hot, losing control during an ultra-orgasm in a Lisbon hotel shower.

In the split seconds before blacking out from the pleasure, I can somehow glimpse into the future, seeing my impending brush with execution as clearly as the page I’m writing on.

This hyper-pleasure also illuminates a fleeting, yet lucid insight: the laws of physics which govern us are benevolent despite appearances. The bad things which happen—this is life doing these things not to us, but for us.

I’m now searching for why I’d forgotten the messages coming from this warmth and how the mystical areas of my brain were trying to communicate with me through my body.

In doing so, I’m beginning to understand how ‘the intelligence behind the best sex is the same intelligence we could be using in confronting life.’