A firm sense of right and wrong isn’t fashionable these days.
It seems that unless I always agree with what others think, say, and do ~ then I’m wrong, bad, reactionary, and backward. Worse than that, if I happen to think that what other people have done isn’t necessarily ethical or sensible, then somehow I’m attacking them. I’m not, I just disagree.
Look at what the majority of people are saying and doing, and do the exact opposite, and you’ll probably never go wrong for as long as you live. ~ Earl Nightingale.
Thinking and doing the opposite of what the majority is doing or has done isn’t about being different for the sake of being different. There are lots of times that agreeing with everyone else is the right thing to do. There are lots of times when the well-trodden path is the right one for me to take.
The challenge for me is to know when to take the road less travelled.
Thinking, saying, and doing the opposite of what others would have me do is quite likely to make me feel uncomfortable. It’s scary, lonely, and exposes me to the harshest criticisms. It’s never easy to be seen to be going against the grain, and ignoring the attitudes and advice of my friends, family, and wider society. But, I’m used to being uncomfortable and the odd one out.
I feel no need to justify my ethics, attitudes, and actions ~ no matter the slings and arrows of discontent thrown against me.
Doing the exact opposite of the norm, or refusing to change who and what I am, does not always achieve the results, goals, and dreams I want. But, I have discovered that just repeating what others do, or agreeing with what others think, doesn’t always work either.
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. ~ Albert Einstein.
There are some people it would be much easier to always agree with. It would probably make me much happier just to agree with them and go along with what they like.
It isn’t going to happen.
Some say that it’s good to be liberated and do whatever you like regardless of the consequences. And, that if you don’t agree with the latest and most fashionable opinion, then you’re wrong and reactionary. All I know is that I have the strongest possible self-awareness and self-discipline, and I’m happy with that.
sometimes, a real man needs to take the road less travelled
It is not the length of life that matters, but the depth of life.
What would you do if you knew that you only had one month to live? Or just one day ~ until noon?
Some say that they would finally say goodbye to all of their friends and family, put their affairs in order, and quietly sit down and wait for the grim reaper to call.
Others say they would tick off as many things on their bucket list as they could. They forget that wherever they go they take their whole life along with them.
And then there are those facing certain death who retreat into denial with religion and a bottle of booze.
Not that I believe that I am anywhere near the end of days, but I’ve had to seriously accept that my time on this planet is numbered, and the count-down started the day I was conceived.
I get the feeling that I don’t belong here, that everything good is so hard to hear, they’re just not listening. I’ve walked so far along the warrior’s path that sometimes I aim too high. I get the feeling that I am among the lucky few who has been able to accept that winter comes eventually.
So, with the assumption that I have 28 Days to Live, how does that change what’s left of my life?
- Money is worthless.
- Possessions are useless.
- Unhappiness is pointless.
- Stale relationships don’t matter at all.
- Negativity and judgementalism are a waste of time.
Only people, places, and things I do that bring me immediate happiness, contentment, and serenity deserve any place in what’s left of my life. Making other people happy may give me vicarious satisfaction, but that matters not one jot. Nothing lasts forever, people change their minds, and today is just another day. Living life to the fullest, seizing the day, means that I will only be around those who can fill my life with a kaleidoscope of colour.
My castle is in the clouds, and if others don’t want to go there then they can fuck off and have a nice day without me.
Some men say that she holds their heart in their hands. And, that if they can’t have her their life can never be complete. All I know is that it will be all right without her, I will be as strong as I can be.
a man with 28 days to live should perhaps find a woman who has fabulous legs
Self-censorship is a lie to yourself;
one should never be afraid to say what you think.
I am a firm believer in not allowing the approval, or disapproval, of others to influence what one believes, thinks, says, writes, or does. I am also a liar, because today, yesterday, and for a few days / weeks / months before that I have not been true to my own beliefs.
My lies to you all are lies of omission, in that I am not prepared to tell you the whole truth about some things, and I am not prepared to tell you anything at all about some other things, and there are some things I will just completely deny. It seems that everyone has dark secrets, and everyone lies without thought.
As this is by way of a confessional I will tell you why I’m making this admission.
Today I was going to publish one of a few completed posts that I have just decided I shall never publish. These included;
- Sex, Lust, and Whores. Most women sell sex; most of them just don’t take money from everyone who wants them.
- Masturbation and Fetishes. Only boys masturbate, or so the myth goes, because a woman touching herself is immoral.
- Love Wars. Love and war, it seems, work by exactly the same rules.
- Goddess of Sexual Love. Sexual love is powerful, it can bring women to their knees.
- Casual Sex and Immorality. In an imperfect world you could fuck anyone and everyone without thinking about the consequences.
All the above posts I’ve irrevocably put into my trash were of a highly sexual nature, impinging upon the real truths of most interpersonal relationships.
The face is the mirror of the mind, and the eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart. ~ St. Jerome.
Some say that evaluation of the truth is not an absolute, but a matter of piecing together bits of information to form a picture. And that most people’s idea of the truth is based on their preconceived ideas and prejudices. All know is that, sometimes, the real truth is best left unsaid.
the most common fetishes are depicted here
smoking, heels, stockings, submission, mystery, mastery
She was Purgatory incarnate, promising Heaven and delivering Hell
every time I go back there is the same as the one before
every journey has me wondering why I desire her more
her hot breath of adoration a mere promise of scorn
Goddess of love incarnate, and yet she is a whore
beautiful, mysterious, wild and free
gods and men have enjoyed thee
Our anxiety does not come from thinking about the future,
but from wanting to control it. ~ Khalil Gibran
To a greater or lesser degree we all suffer from what the medical profession call endogenous anxiety / depression ~ which is a complicated way of saying that your therapist / psychiatrist / doctor has no idea why you sometimes feel bad and sometimes go off the rails.
I firmly believe that the underlying cause of all the anxiety, distress, depressions, compulsions, and weaknesses we sometimes suffer from is the direct result of the programming we received before our conscious minds were developed enough to filter out all the bad crap we were subjected to. Even before you were born, your subconscious mind, body, and spirit was receiving the shitty, negative programs you still live by today. Remember, your subconscious mind is running things for about 90% of the time.
After conception, right up to the age of around 7, your mind, body, and spirit were being programmed by everything in your environment ~ especially your parents, siblings, other members of your extended family, teachers, TV, & etc. & etc. And you know what? It’s all the bad, negative, and defective stuff that really sticks.
The likelihood is that your subconscious mind is full of stuff like; ‘the world is a dangerous place’ ‘people are not to be trusted’ ‘you have to struggle to survive’ and ‘you have to fight to get what you need, want, and desire’.
I also firmly believe that our inner distress is why we may struggle with addictions and compulsions like; booze, casual sex, a bad diet, drugs, health, lack of exercise, money problems, smoking, impulsive behaviours, and all those defects of character we might have, or that others say we have.
How can we fix this? Not through willpower, self-discipline, nor self-control. The only way I know to escape the inner distress, anxiety, depression, compulsions, and addictions we honestly accept and admit we suffer from is through a long time, (maybe years), of acting as if these problems and bad feelings did not exist. Or as they say in 12 Step Groups fake it to make it.
Some say that only the weak do things that they really shouldn’t. And that anyone can cure their own addictions and defects of character if they just use a little willpower and self-control. All I know is that every worthwhile person I have ever met has suffered from profound inner distress
your subconscious mind can become your own prison
God may be in the details but the goddess is in the questions.
Once we begin to ask them, there is no turning back.
who comprehends her sexuality
call her Aphrodite, Hathor, or Venus
she is carnal love incarnate
Goddess, if there is a Goddess, please listen to my prayer.
Please help me to cleanse my body, mind, emotions, and spirit of the poisons that have infected and tortured me.
Please help me to cleanse myself of all that is no longer necessary in my life. Help me towards a new beginning.
Help me to make good decisions, especially concerning what should happen when I am not around.
In the wilderness, one’s spirit grows closer to your Goddess
I try not to miss her, but in the end I still do.
in the early morning hail
big 747 on the stand
I got your letter in the mail
now it’s crumpled in my hand
trains, planes, and automobiles
all long goodbyes
Legend has it there is always a reason why two souls meet. ~ N.R. Hart
The tale of Beauty and the Beast is an allegory which has as much relevance today as it did when it was written in 1740, in French. (La Belle et le Bête) In fact this tale is just a retelling of many earlier stories that go back at least as far as 4,000 years ago.
In the tale a beautiful and kind young woman, we shall call Belle, is forced to live with a real Beast, (of some description, or type of wolf, or mythical creature, or bull), who constantly wants to have sex with Belle ~ which she not unnaturally refuses, (that would be real bestiality).
It transpires that the Beast is as rich as any King.
Money is power. Power is an aphrodisiac. ~ Felix Dennis
However, after spending several months in the lap of absolute luxury, being treated like a princess by the Beast and his servants, having her every whim catered for, and with an endless wardrobe of gorgeous clothes, shoes, and jewelry to wear, the beautiful young Belle finds an excuse to abandon the beast. (For multifarious reasons, including a young, handsome lover ~ depending on which version of the tale you are reading).
Lost in his unrequited love for Belle, the Beast sickens in body, mind and spirit ~ isolates himself in some garret, or cave, or tower, and prepares to die.
After a while, wracked by guilt, or bored with her younger lover, or broke, Belle goes back to the Beast, finding the heartbroken monster in a terrible state. Playing the dutiful partner, Belle nurses the Beast back to health, and they both return to their previous glittering lifestyle.
Even today, almost this exact same scenario is played out time and time again when a beautiful, exotic young woman dates / has a relationship with / marries some pretty ordinary looking / ugly much older man ~ and he will be fucking wealthy.
They seldom live happily ever after.
I’ll give you one example, the horrible Bernie Ecclestone, (the billionaire ex-head of F1 motor racing), and his then wife gorgeous, much taller, Tamara.
If money goes before, all ways do lie open. ~ Shakespeare
Some say that money can’t buy you love. And, that a sexually mature woman will want your love, time, attention, and money. All I know is that enough money changes everything.
every good girl has a bad girl streak
it just depends if he can awaken her beast
The Earth has music, for those who listen. ~ Shakespeare
haunting music of the wind
drifts over the wilderness
the only roof, the stars
the desert is bleak and beautiful
a fine place for outdoors living
not as comfortable as a patio