Remember your dreams and desires, and fight for them, no matter what.
Following on from my post on The Myth of Sin, it is obvious to me that the established religions, especially the Catholic Church, fear strong, independent, liberated, sexual women. The clergy also fear real, mature women ~ else why would they so often get into serious trouble for homosexual relationships, underage sex, and sexually assaulting choirboys.
If the church and a majority of fearful men had their way, women would have remained uneducated, oppressed, repressed, undignified, deprived of their freedom, robbed of their independent thoughts, and be allowed to speak only on sufferance. I firmly believe this is because the church is afraid of the power of women, and a majority of pathetic men are just afraid of women in every way imaginable.
Men know than women are more centered, more serene, more patient, more emotional than they can ever be. They know that women are more resistant to disease, she will live longer, she is more resilient than any man. Because of all this, and because of her beauty, she can fulfill a man’s life immensely. A woman can complete a man’s life like a lock completes a key. And this makes weak men afraid because deep down they know that a woman is more than they are. A strong mature woman will choose the most beautiful but the most dangerous path of emotions, sentiments, moods ~ a man, any man, will tend to choose the straight line path to his wants, needs, and desires. Men tend to choose the shortcuts in Life.
Even the arts have been dominated by men, which is criminal because the strong right brains of women allow them to be far more artistic and creative than the linear Yes / No brain of a man. Had they not been repressed, how many female DaVinci, Michelangelo, or Shakespeare might there have been? Through the ages the artistic establishment, just like the church, the business world….. have all prevented women from achieving their true potential.
The life of women has been corrupted by fearful men telling them things that are not true, making women a slave to men, reducing women to second-class citizens in society. Weak men try to make women absolutely inferior, vulnerable, and dependent ~ and perhaps only begin to treat a woman well when they want sex from her.
Today I am fortunate. I am no longer afraid of women, and I see them as more than my equal, but different from me. Any women can be as intelligent as me, but her intelligence is different from mine, and I welcome that. I no feel no need to manipulate women and change them into something that is not a real, mature, capable, independent woman at all.
the type of women who makes weak men afraid and lustful
Sin is its own punishment, devouring you from the inside.
There is no such thing as a sin, outside of what organised religions would have us believe, since a sin is defined as an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law. And who decides what constitutes a transgression against divine law? ~ Organised religions of course. Come to that, who decides what divine law is anyway? ~ Organised religions of course. And, just what’s so wrong with the forbidden fruit? It’s only an apple martini.
Sin is an absence of God. Nothing more, nothing less. ~ Simon Mawer
In any event, if the religions are to be believed, all of us are sinners.
Let the one among you who is without sin be the first to cast a stone. ~ Jesus Christ
Except that in Buddhism there is no concept of sin at all.
So, if all of us Christians are sinners, and sin is merely an offence against what the church thinks is right and wrong, what use is the concept of sin, when that self-same church is mired in decades of sexual misconduct and child abuse? It seems that we cannot actually sin against other people, or ourselves, we can only sin against God.
Perhaps we should approach the idea of sin and wrong-doing from the other direction, and consider that each of us should have a strong code of ethics and morals, because these relate to what we personally believe is right and acceptable, as opposed to what is wrong and unacceptable. Just what is moral conduct, and what is immoral, base, wicked, and evil?
Humanists, psychologists, and most people with an ounce of intelligence, know that our basic notions of right and wrong come from deep within our subconscious mind, and that human morality is not only a learned behaviour. Human morality is to a large extent instinctive and stems from the idea of reciprocity. So a man to a woman; ‘I wouldn’t like it, and I’d get jealous if you cheated on me, so I won’t cheat on you…..’ Hence the 6th Commandment; Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery.
There seem to be some basic notions of right and wrong, moral and immoral, which are common to almost everyone ~ however these notions of right and wrong are not immutable. Right and wrong, moral and immoral, are not set in stone.
Thou Shalt Not Kill ~ unless you are a soldier fighting what you believe is a just war.
Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery ~ that’s unless you are a swinger in an open relationship and your partner is cool sharing you with others.
It seems that there is no such thing as original sin, or sin at all, there is only a set of moral, ethical, value judgements. Which have nothing whatsoever to do with God.
Some say that sin is too stupid to see beyond itself. And that counting other people’s sins doesn’t make you a saint. All I know is I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.
this may be immoral
carnal and sinful
or perhaps not
Being a male is a matter of birth. Being a man is a matter of choice.
The uniform of a wolf is a sharp suit and tie.
Society has conspired against the modern man to make his life very challenging, filled with setbacks, uncertainties, and frustrations. Sometimes the younger man just has no idea who and what he is supposed to be. For the average man, deciding upon his life path requires patience, determination, and strong communication skills. Partly this is the fault of the feminist / metrosexual / LBGT communities who seem to see the traditional, strong, heterosexual, masculine male as some kind of a threat.
However, there is another kind of man who couldn’t care less what most other people think of him ~ the wolf will get whatever he wants even at the expense of everyone else. The wolf will run his own life, according to his own rules, and without much in the way of morality, ethics, or guilt getting in the way ~ especially when it comes to work, women, and sexual desire.
Wolves know their deepest purpose is to make as much money as possible, and to enjoy sex as often as possible, with as many women as possible. He is unabashedly masculine, purposeful, confident, grounded, spontaneous, and sensitive. A wolf is totally turned on by the feminine ~ he loves to take women sexually, to ravish them, to embrace his inner masculinity and her femininity. He is dedicated to incarnating sexual love, and in his quest he is not bound by outer convention or inner cowardice.
A wolf is not a macho jerk, scared bully, posturing King Kong, scruffy tradesman, or spineless wimp. However, he will not try to be cooperative, conventional, safe, sharing, or understanding. He simply lives his life to its deepest core, fearlessly pursuing his wants, needs, and desires, totally committed to abundance, dominance, and sexual gratification for both himself and his partner. A true wolf doesn’t want to make love, he wants to fuck her like an animal.
Sadly I am not, and never have been a wolf. If I am meeting a woman I always ensure that I am spotlessly clean and well-groomed, I open doors for women, stand when she enters a room and arrives at or leaves my table, shut up when a woman wants to talk, listen attentively when a woman is speaking, and I never invade her space without a clear invitation. (But a clever wolf will do all of that, except he will invade a woman’s personal space, without invitation.) Also, whenever I am on a date, or taking a woman on a trip, then I fully expect to get my wallet out and pay for everything. Some among the feminist / metrosexual / LBGT communities don’t like any of that.
Some say that wolves have more fun than do gentlemen. And that women like to be used and abused at every opportunity. All I know is that I have never had first date sex or casual sex ~ despite a plethora of opportunities.
most wolves prefer their victims to be submissive, eventually
most women feel understood and validated by a wolf
and most wolves have great bodies
A real man desires an independent woman who knows what she wants.
The iconic fairy tale is supposedly about Little Red Riding Hood, but that isn’t at all the whole story. There is a big difference between a real woman and a little girl ~ and any little girl who gets involved with a big bad wolf cannot be as innocent as she at first seemed. But, there has never been a Little Red Riding Hood ~ there is just the carnal woman that is Red Riding Hood.
Red Riding Hood is no innocent little girl, she is a fully mature, independent, confident, powerfully sexual woman. A real man should be sensitive to her wants, needs, and desires ~ and they are physically, mentally, and emotionally complex. In a very feminine way, she also has spiritual, mystical, esoteric, and aesthetic wants, needs, and desires that most of today’s emasculated men will find it difficult to understand.
If a man could read her mind he would either be terrified, traumatised, or aroused ~ or all three of those at the same time. She may fuck you without giving you any of her heart, or she may give you all of her heart and never have sex with you at all. She has lived long enough to fully explore her carnal sexuality in all of its forms, in the light of love and in the darkest shadows. Red Riding Hood is part of the Divine Feminine and a sorceress of sexual love incarnate. If a man cannot fully accept and understand that, then he has no business ever becoming involved with this dangerously captivating creature.
Red Riding Hood loves shiny things, weirdness, creatures of the night, and abandoning herself to forbidden pleasures for no other reason than she can. She is adorable, gorgeous, poetic, risqué, and sexy. Her love is not soft, her love bites and the wounds never close. She may break your heart, just so you learn to love her the more. If you want to be with her, then you must be unique, you must be truly your entire self, you must be willing to brave the thorns if you wish to smell the heady perfume of the rose.
Some say Red Riding Hood is an urban myth. And that she would only ever date an asshole, a jerk, or a stud. All I know is that if you have the courage, she is the most enchanting woman you can ever enjoy.
her spirit is the reflection of a wolf,
she is mother, maiden, and crone
When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
We are all prisoners of the past ~ our own past and the past lives of those we care for. We are all trapped in the dismal dungeons of our deep and dark subconscious minds. We all have within us everything that has happened to us, everything we have seen and been told, and worst of all, every degenerate desire we have ever imagined.
Almost all of the time I am a really good guy ~ understanding, supportive, loyal, honest, and honourable. When I am that good guy I don’t need instant gratification, I don’t need perverse pleasures, I don’t feel psychological and spiritual pain. But, sometimes, when I get tired, the negative defects of my character fight their way out of my subconsciousness and I become an angry, bitter, jealous, resentful, untrustworthy fool. The bad memories, the imagined wrongs, the terrible insecurities and fears from the past come flooding into the present.
When I get tired, late in the evening, one of two things can happen to my personality ~ or rather a couple of my character defects are likely to come to the surface. Often, I can become a jealous, resentful, insecure, angry, bitter fool. Alternatively, I may become demonstrably, falsely, overly understanding, adoring, amorous, passionate, sexual, and selfishly lustful. When I get tired my subconscious mind may sometimes drift to one extreme or another, and both are the darker sides of me. These are not the darkest, most devious, and most manipulative aspects of my psyche ~ if I should ever get drunk I can become that epitome of evil, Mr. Hyde.
Sometimes, when I see my reflection, I wish it wasn’t me and I want to turn away. That’s a very negative emotion, because I also know I would do almost anything to change that dark shadow in the mirror into the really good guy I know that I am, can be, should be.
Sometimes it is difficult, and sometimes I suffer, and sometimes the warrior’s path is harder and longer than I could ever have imagined. Yet, this is that path I have decided to walk, the warrior’s path to becoming the very best Man I can possibly be.
Some say that we are all trapped in our own minds. And, that nobody can ever truly express the way they feel deep inside themselves. All I know is that being locked inside a dungeon gives me a chance to rest, reflect, and regather my strength.
In the dungeons of my mind
the evil darkness gathers
yet I am not afraid
Wake up each morning a better person than you were yesterday.
Most people, if they’re both honest and intelligent, have an in-built desire to be ‘better’. For most of my life I was no different from most people ~ until I tried to work out what it really meant to be ‘better’.
I firmly believe that for most men, being better really means being better than the other guy. For most men being better means being superior ~ getting what you want, even if it’s at the expense of the other guy. And, I can look back and see that attitude in myself. I read innumerable books, watched hordes of self-development videos, and attended courses that were all about being superior, about winning at all costs, and not at all about being better.
Today I believe that being better, means being better than I used to be. More honest, honourable, considerate, understanding, and accepting than I used to be. Now I believe that being better doesn’t mean just going all-out to get what I want, even if it’s at the expense of someone else. For me being ‘better’ no longer means being ‘superior’ ~ and that goes completely against all the business training and life experience I’ve ever had. And you know what? All that training and experience was really about surviving in a dog-eat-dog world.
That is such a bad, negative, misogynistic, and uncharitable attitude to have.
The difference between surviving, and really living a great life is all about attitude.
To become the man I wanted to be I’ve had to learn some difficult lessons along the way. It’s a hard road, but it’s possible. It’s a struggle, it’s harder than I wanted it to be, it’s takes longer than I wanted, and it takes more out of me than I could ever have believed at the start.
However, to be better than I have ever dreamed I could be, I had to learn this lesson ~ the only person I am competing with is myself.
To be a better man, to be a really cool guy living a really great life, to achieve my absolute and fullest potential, to reach enlightenment ~ all I have to do is to strive to be a little bit better today than I was yesterday.
Some say that the only way to win in life is to put yourself first, even if it’s at the expense of others. And, that good guys finish last. All I know is that I have learned the real lessons in life ~ Chivalry means something.
be a Paladin
love is hard to put into words, but I do my best
Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt thou that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar.
But never doubt I love thee.
she was the bloom of a rose
three things cannot long be hidden; the sun, the moon, and the truth ~ Buddha
under this bohdi tree
things are bad being me
as dire as could possibly be
look around and what do I see
that at least I knew and loved thee
I see the moon
smiling down on me
we are already found; already truly, entirely, messily, marvelously who we were born to be ~ Anne Lamont
Real bravery is not an absence of fear; real bravery is pressing on to do the right thing even though you may be very afraid. Real heroism is putting others first, even at your own peril. Real gallantry is showing courageous behaviour, and especially politely protecting and cherishing all women ~ no matter what.
Our modern word Hero derives from the classical Greek and Latin word Hērōs meaning “protector” or “defender” or “to safeguard”. A classical Hero is a warrior who lives and dies in the pursuit of honour. In ancient legend, How Horatius Held the Bridge as in the poem by Thomas Babington, and the 300 at the pass of Thermopylae. In modern times the first responders who went into the burning Twin Towers are rightly thought of as Heroes.
The journey of an individual towards selfless heroism follows a pattern, oft-repeated in myths, legends, history, by Hollywood. A relatively ordinary man, (heroes are almost always men), with more than his fair share of flaws and character defects, is thrust unexpectedly into an extraordinary situation. More often than not a group of innocent individuals are threatened with serious injury and death by some very evil people, or a malevolent force of nature.
This ordinary man is forced by circumstances, and probably against his will, to step up and save the potential victims from harm. Usually there is a woman, a romantic interest, somewhere in the background.
It will turn out that this reluctant hero has an unexpected and previously unrevealed skill, ability, and strength of character which will allow him to face down the bad guys, and thus save the day.
Our hero will probably suffer greatly, and be badly injured during his journey into heroism ~ sometimes he may die. Usually there won’t be a romantic reconciliation with the woman he loves ~ instead he will metaphorically ride off into the sunset, nursing uncomplaining his physical, emotional, and spiritual pain.
Hollywood has innumerable examples of this hero’s journey; High Noon, Die Hard, North by Northwest, Alien, (Ripley was a heroine), Star Wars, Shane, Valdez is Coming…. More importantly, this story is played out many times over in real life. And yet, these stories almost never have a happy ending.
Some say that true happiness is to have no ambition, and yet to work like a horse as if you had every ambition. And that it is to live apart from the cares of another, not need her, and yet still to love her. All I know is that true happiness is being wherever you are, and whomsoever you truly are, and not let that scare you.
it’s not the age honey,
it’s the mileage
a goddess rose from the sea, to tear male hearts asunder
cruel love’s eyes
a bleak winter mirror
seen through a glass, darkly
there is naught so cruel as the sea
cast as a mirror of man’s soul