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Civilization Lifted by Freedom: My Experience of Emotional and Sexual Love

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Civilization Lifted by Freedom:
My Experience of Emotional Love and Sexual Love in the Second Home of Lifechanyuan

Jiejing Celestial

August 25, 2025


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Morning light filtered through the mango orchard, casting dappled patterns across the courtyard. I carried a lawnmower, weaving through the grass, sweat sliding down my cheeks. Compared to the stifling air of a city office, this sweat carried the scent of earth—fresh and liberating. In that very moment, a thought quietly arose in my mind:

True freedom in life is not about doing whatever one pleases without restraint, but about flowing with the rhythms of nature and living harmoniously with mutual respect.

When outsiders hear about the “Freedom of Emotional Love and Sexual Love in the Second Home,” they often imagine chaos and indulgence. Yet those who truly live here understand: The greater the freedom, the higher the demands on oneself; the richer the civilization, the safer the freedom becomes.”

1. The Threshold of Freedom: Awareness

In 2018, I entered a marriage that was far from free; by the Spring Festival of 2022, it had come to an end.
On April 21, 2023, carrying my fantasies of “freedom,” I stepped into Lifechanyuan International Family Society Thailand Branch.

At first, I felt a kind of “hunger”—not in my stomach, but a long-suppressed yearning of body and emotion. I had imagined this place like a fairy tale: arrive quickly, let go easily; love, simply come. Yet, the first lesson that greeted me was:

“First, put your hands into the soil.”

I bent down and touched the wriggling earthworms, inhaling the scent of moist soil. The coldness of the air conditioner and the clatter of keyboards instantly felt like the past; sweating under the sun, organizing tools in the rain—this became the new daily rhythm. I thought anxiously, “Fill my stomach first,” but was gently reminded:

Every relationship must be entirely voluntary;
Voluntary does not mean a rash nod, but a clear, conscious consent;
Only with mutual respect can intimacy be discussed.

Freedom does not reject me, but at its doorstep, it raises a clear sign:
“Awareness is the first measure of freedom.”

It is not asceticism, but a guiding light illuminating desire.

2. Going with the Flow (Tao): Freedom Requires Order

At first, I still felt a kind of “hunger,” yet reality constantly made me feel unsatisfied. Complaints churned in my mind, restlessness surged like a heatwave, and occasionally a trace of jealousy would appear. But the program in the Second Home acted like an invisible dam, holding back my wandering thoughts, gently yet firmly reminding me:

“Give first, then receive; giving and receiving are always in balance.”

So, I began to bend over—mowing weeds, planting vegetables and flowers, sweeping fallen leaves and trash. My fingers touched the soil, sweat slid down my arms, and each act of labor felt like an exchange with the earth and with time. Gradually, I realized that “good meals” would naturally arrive—not snatched, not calculated, but as gifts from the overall flow of life, gentle echoes given by order itself.

I finally understood: going with the flow is not passively waiting for pies to fall from the sky, but placing oneself within the rhythm of the whole, walking patiently alongside every task and every moment of effort.

Going with the flow is the second measure of freedom.
It may be written in the schedule, helping everyone find their place within the rhythm;
Or it may be written in the confidence to say “no,” giving weight to every choice.
Going with the flow allows freedom to no longer be chaotic, but to settle steadily into the light and shadows of everyday life.

3. Inner Abundance: Not Passing on Scarcity to Others

After experiencing the joy of “hunger satisfied,” a new challenge quietly arrived: desire that could not always be fulfilled immediately. Some people were busy, some were not in the right state, and plans could change unexpectedly. Anger, resentment, and grievance surged like tides, almost wrapping tightly around my heart.

I learned to turn down the heat:

Take deep breaths, letting them carry away the tension; complete the day’s work first, letting the body flow in rhythm.
Replace “Why not me?” with “What can I do at this moment?” so my thoughts no longer clung to dissatisfaction.
Replace “You must give me” with “Are we both comfortable?” allowing relationships to hold more gentleness and understanding.

Gradually, I realized: even if a meal is delayed, love need not wither; even if needs are not immediately met, warmth and abundance can still flow in the heart.

Inner abundance is the third measure of freedom.
True freedom is not having others satisfy me at every moment, but having love constantly flowing within my own heart;
It is like morning light, gently filling the room of the heart, easing the restlessness of desire, and allowing giving and receiving to happen naturally, tenderly, and effortlessly.

4. Moderation: The Freedom of Civilization

The Second Home has no marriage system and no fixed one-to-one relationships. At first glance, it may seem casual and unconstrained, but in reality, it is quite the opposite:

Every intimacy must be entirely voluntary and based on clear respect;
No one is a “given” partner; everyone has the right to refuse;
Reckless actions not only disrupt harmony, but also damage character and self.

The order of civilization permeates every detail of life.
For example, I share a roof with one male member and one female member. Outsiders may worry about safety, but in my heart, I feel at ease:

Because there is an iron rule here—
Every person’s room is sacred and inviolable;
If someone crosses the line, being asked to leave the Home is inevitable.

This sense of security is not maintained by locks or surveillance, but by the conscious practice of civilization and the constraints of agreed-upon rules. It is invisible like air, yet it makes every breath feel safe.

Moderation is the fourth measure of freedom.
It is not repression, but like channeling water—guiding it to nourish the earth rather than letting it flood;
It allows freedom to exist within order, intimacy to exist with respect, and desire to flow between light and shadow without breaking boundaries.

5. In the mundane world, “responsibility” is often tied to possession, fear, and control. Here, however, responsibility centers on co-creation and guardianship:

Responsibility to oneself: be aware of your inner and bodily desires, make conscious choices, and reflect afterward;
Responsibility to others: communicate, understand, and respect their boundaries, and learn to retract your own needs within intimacy;
Responsibility to the Second Home: invest energy and time to maintain overall stability and harmony;
Responsibility to the Greatest Creator: do not let greed or selfishness disrupt the balance of the whole.

Responsibility is not just an abstract principle—it must be embodied in every choice of daily life.
In everyday life, I learn to align my desires and needs with the rhythms of the Home and others—not as suppression or avoidance, but as taking responsibility for myself, for others, and for the community. Every action, every act of consideration and giving, intertwines the flow of freedom with the practice of responsibility.

The more we take on responsibility, the freer we become; the freer we are, the more gently we can treat ourselves and others.
Responsibility is not a shackle, but a bridge—extending freedom from the self to the entire network of relationships, allowing intimacy, order, and love to flow steadily and abundantly.

6. Stillness at Its Peak, Motion at Its Extremes

Amid the interplay of impulse and action, desire and awareness, stillness and motion, I discovered a deeper kind of order:

When hungry, dare to acknowledge my desires and feel the emptiness in my body;
When full, know how to pause, allowing satisfaction to slowly settle in my chest;
When wanting, do not snatch, but patiently wait for the right moment;
When receiving, do not cling, but let it flow naturally;
When emotions arise, do not lose myself, and afterward gently organize my thoughts, like sweeping fallen leaves to clear traces of feeling.

This is my “stillness at its peak, motion at its extremes.”
It does not maintain order through repression, nor pursue freedom through indulgence; rather, within clear boundaries, it allows love to take form and desire to follow a path.
Like morning light softly falling on mango leaves—warm and steadfast; like water flowing through channels—free yet orderly.

Epilogue: Poetic Freedom Within Civilization

Looking back on this journey:
From bidding farewell to the China Branch in 2014, to stepping into the Thailand Branch in 2023, and arriving at today in 2025, I have finally heard the whispers of my body and come to understand:

Freedom is not loss of control after loosening restraints; it is the rhythm flowing within boundaries, the gentleness blooming in consent, the order growing through responsibility.

In the future, when 256  branches of the Second Home spread across the globe, I will no longer worry about “whether there is food to eat,” but care about “how to make the food better”; no longer cling to “who belongs to me,” but ask myself whether I can make more people feel warmth and joy.

I am willing to entrust my life to the Greatest Creator’s arrangement, and let the rhythm of the Tao guide my journey. Flowers bloom in their season, clouds move in due course, the wind rises with cause, and the Earth has followed its orbit for 4.5 billion years—every truly lasting freedom is upheld by invisible order.

Because it is voluntary, there is no coercion;
Because there is respect, there is no harm;
Because there is moderation, there is no indulgence;
Because there is responsibility, it endures.

This is the insight the Second Home has given me: freedom of emotional love and sexual love is not chaotic indulgence, but a poetic life flowing under the order of civilization.

The evening wind brushes the mango treetops, and a crescent moon slowly rises. Heart calm and at peace, I understand:
This freedom is not doing whatever one pleases; it is the art of living with measure, warmth, poetry, and responsibility.



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