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drag out. She let me see what she was capable of, and that was enough. The harsher she was, the harder my dick got.”
    He grinned as he heard pockets of laughter spilling forth.
    “No, seriously, I’m half kidding, I still would have wanted her even if she’d been very nice to me,” he said quietly and sincerely. “But what that told me gentlemen, her behavior, was that I had a situation on my hands. I was going to have some trials with her.”
    The audience quieted down once again and listened.
    “I understood that after what happened. My wife wasn’t what I would necessarily classify as damaged. She had been at various times in her life, as we all have, but at that point when I met her, there was no rescuing needed. She wasn’t in love with anyone at the time. She was dating on and off; there was nothing exclusive going on and she didn’t have a messed up ideology about men, even though, like many Queens, she’d been done wrong, dead wrong. She had some baggage, yet she wasn’t bitter, and that was key.” He narrowed his eyes. “She was open to receiving a new mate. She may not have totally realized it, but she was or she wouldn’t have attracted me to her, and vice versa. I was looking for my Queen. My energy was clear and women that didn’t match that criteria, I would not be attracted to anymore once I got into my celibacy and stayed the path. I wanted my wife on a spiritual, emotional, sexual and mental level. I wanted to connect with her on all of those planes. I needed her—you understand me? I needed that woman like we need air.” He made his way back toward the podium.
    He paused to take a sip of water.
    “ You are here tonight to learn about this. Many of you are here after you found out I was going to talk about ex-loves, because you need help on healing so you can attract your real Queen.” He temporarily thought about Jagger, how the poor man had struggled so. “You want to attract your soulmate, you’re tired. When your shit is together, you have no choice but to attract your soulmate. Now, it may not always be on your timetable. It wasn’t on mine, that is for damn sure. It felt like it was taking forever, but she did eventually show herself. She was revealed. You need her, and she needs you because you are the two equal halves designed to be together so you can live as one! We are right back at one, people.” He held up his finger. “The energy demands we are one, and that is what happened.”
    The room grew quiet.
    “You will never experience a vulnerability like that before or after. A part of you will die if she leaves you, if she passes away before you do. God help you...” His eyes narrowed and he felt his body growing warmer as he reflected on his own father, his mother’s death, and how it darn near destroyed him. He understood his old man now; he understood the peril that man had endured, going through such a trauma...
    “A ny tragedy that keeps you two apart will be devastating. It will mess you up; you will feel as if the world needs to end, and life has no meaning.” He remained quiet for a moment, so that the words would sink in, marinate a bit.
    “But you only get that point; you only experience that type of euphoria, by getting to know her, on a deeper level, beyond that surface shit, you know? Get into the layers of the onion, peel it back. Read her like a book, be able to complete her sentences and she yours. That’s the connection I am talking about, the chakra levels, brothers.” He scratched the tip of his nose and continued.
    “Some men, we say, ‘well,women are complex, Saint.’” He hesitated and reflected, now shrouded in a sliver of darkness as he stood back from the spotlight. He re-entered the light, fleetingly looked up and pointed to the ceiling, as if it were the heavens. “Yes, they are complex, it’s true. But so are we. We come from a woman—anything she produces is a manifestation of herself . When a man says women ain’t shit, he is