Tone
Just a change of tone is what we'll find
As all of loving filters through mankind
The spinal fire ignites a steady flame
Eye to eye, the loving is the game
The structures of mankind begin to soften
Love produces sanity more often
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There are clearly differences between the sexes. It's just that the ability to love should not be one of them. I hope someone has the sense to make a copy of these posts. To anyone new to these sites, the newest posts often have the earliest dates. In this case, back in 2023, most often. Yes, I hate timelines.
"Buried"
Buried
The source of transcendence for all of mankind
Thrown in a grave and entombed deep beneath
Patterned behaviour, an ancient bequeath
That holds us in chains of unreason's deceit
From reasoning's presence, we only retreat
The boldness required to say we are more
Than baffling remnants, we need to explore
Magnificent beauty of life as could be
A sentient race with the will to be free
Of chains and the dirt that were piled on the grave
Of sentient beauty, mistaken as knave
The shadows unseen in the corners of mind
Unhinges the wit and the heart of mankind
Love can emerge from the depths of that grave
As sentience teaches us how to behave
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90%
The missing 90%
They say we use only 10% of our brain. The truth is that we use 90% of our brains to contend with the mess of delusional paradigms that we have concocted over three millennia that conflict with sentient reality and the sentient desire for clarity.
Fiction
Fiction
Do you believe that it is the common case that the ecstasy is fully shared during coitus? If so, is it because you have experienced it regularly or because it is always that way in fiction? Have you regularly had a full sharing of the ecstasy or do you believe it because it is so common in fictional stories of every kind?
We have been duped from the beginning. I know. It's hard to believe that all of those fictional stories are pure fiction, but it is so. It was one of my biggest struggles.
The real question is what have you experienced? Man or woman. Not what you have read in stories. The actual studies, if you care to investigate, back me up completely, sans the little blue pill which only causes further distortion to our sentient state of mind.
By the way, this is one of the many, many, many examples of our skewed views on sex. For centuries, mostly men were writing all of the stories and this is what men want to write. It is also what all humans that read love stories want to read. So, of course, that is how they are written. It sells.
More so, it is the perfect example of where that 90% of the brain goes and proof positive that we have been duping ourselves, almost unknowingly, for millennia.
dammed river
The dammed river
I've been pondering the stupour, once again. For some reason, my own blockage, as I struggled through it over the last fifteen years, and particularly the first five or so of those years, came to mind.
For five years, while I delved into the fact that coitus is not suitable to Humans in its current state of mindless rutting and humanity's state of heightened awareness, my fiercest struggle was all about facing up to the state of coitus as a man, as well as the stress created by the avoidance of contemplating coitus.
One struggle was to own up to the fact that, as a man, I was failing at the most significant, and yet unstated obligation of expressing my love to a woman in the most intimate way possible. For three millennia, this has been a consciously unacceptable compromise that was forced into the subconscious where it tears a man apart. It was such a mind-distorter because of all of the lies men have handed down to their gender and reinforced over the millennia in order to obscure their inability to do anything about it (yet!). [I originally used a more colloquial term (read that as offensive, crude, and more comfortable) than 'mind-distorter'. I only avoid it because it could be used as ammo against what I am saying]
In many ways, it is man's betrayal of the whole of the female gender, thus betraying their Humanity and Humanity as a whole.
The staggering realization, even now, stuns me. Most of all, men have been distracting themselves from the 'secret that everyone knows' for all of our existence.
I realized this as I pondered the simple, lovely, amazing emotional maturity of woman. Yes, I know. There are women that will scoff that this. Still, it remains true. I think this is going to require another post about how we have gotten it all Backwards.
It is why misogyny exists. The male domination of the female gender is essential to the Big Lie. The domination is the result of the secret that no one is allowed to mention. It is how the secret that is no secret remains repressed. As the truth is twisted, many women are twisted with it (which goes to cause the scoffing I mention). Thus, I think there are few that would agree with me about feminine emotional maturity. This, also, of course, makes it difficult to peer through with clarity. Seventy years.
As I look back on it, my struggle was to admit what few men (if any) have ever faced successfully. It went on for at least five years. In some ways, it went on for the whole fifteen years.
Somewhere along the line, after that initial five years, I realized that the struggle was against all of the paradigms that prehumanity has adopted over the millennia to avoid the subject of coitus and any topics that come anywhere near it (e.g. sex); all of the nonsense that men have thrown around for all that time is meant to distract themselves and everyone else from the personal failure.
That relieved the pressure I felt, to some extent. It took me the last ten years to realize just how thorough that conditioning on men has been. It twisted every word I attempted to write. Unfortunately, for me, the way in which I penetrated the stupour had its own effects, which still makes it difficult to write clearly. Dodging the paradigms of nonsense has been my most difficult task. A big part of that, of course, is the complicated situation that we have created. It is still difficult to write about something that no one wants to admit and with whom there is no one to engage in conversation on the subject.
As I write Fiction, another dot is oriented. People, men especially, have thrown out words for millennia. Every single one is suspect. That is also another major difficulty. I was not just making shit up. I couldn't just slap words to paper or, at least, that wasn't the intent. Other than scientific and mathematical papers, that hasn't ever been done. Even those are suspect until we become wholly Human.
These are the reasons that this has been so difficult to explain clearly and took me fifteen years (don't forget the previous forty years) to do so. It is so foreign from anything we have been allowed to think for close to three millennia. Somehow, men got it in their heads that admitting that coitus leaves something to be desired by all is a betrayal of themselves (and/or their gender). That, of course, led to the disaster of betraying the human, sentient race as a whole. This explains the armed camps of the two genders, always at war with one another. This explains the "good ol' boy's club" better than anything before. It is circling the wagons. It is building a fortress around the utter male failure to become Human. How insane is that? It is the source of misogyny.
To be completely clear, we must harken back to the time before we had as much wit as we have today. Our long-dead ancestors really didn't have the wit to face the issue, much less resolve it. So, the building of that fortress was all but inevitable. The difficulty Humanity faces is disassembling that wall of resistance to becoming a sentient race that accepts its heightened awareness at a time when the resolution of unassisted Loving Coitus has finally been comprehended and made available. I don't know that it would have been possible before success was assured.
This is another reason to realize that we have not even made a start. No one teaches young men a thing. If they did, if the father-son conversations at least included the insight of "go slow!", we would be seeing some progress.
We just can't think straight (as prehumans) regarding anything about sex until we accept that we can express our love in its most natural manner. That is one of the reasons I have been pulling my hair out for all of those decades. I knew my own pre-settings/pre-conditioning when it came to sex that made it nearly impossible to face up to the truth. I also knew there were other distorted viewpoints with which I was unfamiliar. I had to seek bombardment by those other viewpoints in order to understand the many forms in which the resistance to change was encased.
I realized long, long ago that I had to bypass the surface issues, as well. I get into the surface issues elsewhere.
The most difficult, of course, is still to comprehend the female perceptions regarding coitus. My experiences dismayed me. I am certain women are just as mystified as I was. I was just writing a rhoem regarding one aspect of it that finally sunk in. It suddenly struck me that so many women feel 'dirtied', 'sinful', 'lessened' by the achievement of orgasm (or, maybe, it's just the enjoyment of the act of sex? or, maybe, it's to justify the abuse (mental probably, as well as physical) that they have endured at the hands of men). It is just as bent as any male perspective regarding coitus and, yet, that took me fifteen years to finally perceive clearly, even though it was apparent the whole time.
I am still not completely sure I understand the female perspective on it all. Mystified seems to describe it best but that is just my best guess.
All of the preconditioning is there for both genders. It reinforces the distractions, makes certain we never go anywhere near exploring the state of coitus. It never even comes to mind. So, of course, any discussions on sex have been impeded for most of the last three millennia. Then, of late, as the tide of sexual discussions could no longer be stopped, the discussions became hacked to pieces, of course. And, the monkey imitating Humanity became more demented.
We are going more and more mad as a race as the realization comes closer to home. We are becoming more like an animal as the failure is becoming aware to our consciousness without admitting the problem and, finally, succeeding.
I'm not even sure if those that seek some other way to achieve mutual ecstasy even realize (or admit) they are protesting against the failure of coitus to do so. As far as I can tell, it is the prime driver for radical alternatives.
The power of the desire to look away from the state of coitus is something else. My struggle, those first five years, as I look back on them, were incredible. It was as if there were some dark, dreaded fear lurking in the back of my mind (due to conditioning from birth; the earliest conditioning bypassed all critical thinking), waiting to bite me as I delved into the source of our insanity. [makes me think of fairy tales, religions (as opposed to spirituality), and news, once again]
My rage could strike the moon as I think about it. I think I'm past the rage, though. Now, it is more a matter of utter frustration and quickly turning into a vast sadness. I just hope I have written these posts well enough to penetrate the stupour of the animal without the necessity of such a close approach by anyone else that delves into the insanity. I had no choice but to wonder about my own sanity and live a life in which overcoming the insanity meant being so very alone.
As I write all of this, I am, once again, staggered by the awful complexity of the problem that we have never before faced. Every time, as I write, so many other insights fire off in different directions regarding the maze of nonsense we have developed and the awful aftereffects. That, also, makes it difficult to describe.
Just today I realized, once again, that it seems certain (okay, 80% chance) that it will take another lifetime and it is finally easier to take than my previous admissions of such because I have been at this for three thousand years. What's one more lifetime? Other than a lot of pain for a lot of people.
That, as well as all of our concentration that focuses on the superficial issues that can never go away until the root cause of the nonsense is gone also helps me feel more confident about my insights regarding the 90% of the mind I posted elsewhere. The blur we have endured for three millennia is immense it its complexity. It will free up the mind, as well as educate the heart, once we clear the detritus.
No one goes near the real issue. They get themselves caught up in the nonsense of superficial issues that are generated at such a far remove from the actual issue that they convince themselves that they are taking a stand, while all they are really doing is avoiding the dark dread that everyone knows is there as the human race goes on dodging reality and boiling in hate, confusion, delusion, deception, doubt, and contempt for itself and dodging the actual issue. There is only one.
There is the one mystery I will never entirely resolve (or, at least admit entirely. I cannot convince myself of something so ephemeral as reincarnation). How in the world did I know that all of the superficial nonsense we spend all of our time on meant nothing? while everyone else jumps on the bandwagon without any hesitation? I never, ever engaged it (until just lately, in frustration and, maybe, boredom). There is only one experience in my early youth that comes close to explaining it and it points to reincarnation. I will always lean on that but I can't consider it an answer to the particular mystery of afterdeath. It will remain only a supposition. At least in this life.
It is all so confusing and complicated, except for the simple fact to which it leads. Loving Coitus must exist for humanity to gain its sanity. Only at the heart of it all is an answer. The Great Conversation, at least, has to confront the issue boldly in order for us to get anywhere.
"Man destroyed, woman destroyed"
The title to this poem is a modification of the title of a book by Simone de Beauvoir, Woman Destroyed.
As lifetime progresses from bounds of his youth
Deceit is embedded so deep below skin
As misleading message sinks deeply within
Man could be coruscant, shining so bright
Except for embarrassment hid in the night
The man is befuddled as lie fades from view
Deceit in the heart as the specters renew
Now, comes a lady, the heart of desire
Lighting the essence, release spinal fire
Deceit in the loving encompasses life
Deep in the heart, lust plunges the knife
The fire is not lit, but the woman endures
'Til the bane of the man escalates and ensures
That the man is unhinged and unreason pours out
Then, only then, is the woman in rout
Unreason comes forth in so many forms
But all, in their essence, resembling storms
Seeking the love, which the heart does pursue
But, falling away, as they're falling for you
Or, ranting distractions to hide from the view
The failure men know, as the loving comes due
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Pavlov's Dog
Pavlov's Dog
For three millennia, we have tried to train Pavlov's Dog to act like a Human. We need to become Human. It is not a mental exercise. It is not an intellectual pursuit. It is a palpable change in the landscape of Humanity.
Thorn
And, yet, another way to look at what is wrong with humanity.
Think of the lack of Loving Coitus as a thorn in the side of Humanity for the last three millennia. We could just never figure out how to get rid of the thorn, so we ignored it. Think lovely thoughts all you like, intellectualize it all you want, the thorn is still there and it hurts. The pain won't go away until we get rid of it. It causes a constant pain that grows over a lifetime of broken intimate relationships and, unlike a thorn in the side, it destroys the self-respect of half of the race directly and the other half through the extension of the deadened life force within the first half.
The best that anyone has accomplished, so far, is to find some other way to share their ecstasy. The pain remains until Loving Coitus is accepted.
Life's work
Life's work
What if life ruled and we only played our part? That's not how it's been working out.
The rest of life's role is pretty straightforward. They just kind of hang around and reproduce. We play a bigger part in life. We can be a cog in the wheel or a wrench in the works.
What is our part? It is certainly not the havoc we wreak. Mayhem is not our calling, though our current behaviour as a race makes it seem to be the case. While that is what we have been doing, it is only the legacy of the animal. It is not our part as a sentient race. We should be stewards of life.
We have been playing the part of a bewildered race of animals that have been given the tools to make something more out of life, but never learned to use the tools provided.
I have written about it often. It's not the structures, organizations, or cultures that make the difference. It is whether they are populated by humans or Humans. (in case you missed it, I use the uncapitalized version of the word human as the bewildered race of animals; whereas, Humans (w/ capital) are sentiently aware and no longer cringing at what they perceive) Humans will make something far better of life. humans make it an insane struggle as they cringe.
Why do we cringe? That is what I have written about for decades. We cringe at the one, crucial and central legacy of the animal that continues to confound us, even though it is no longer necessary. It took one hundred generations to penetrate the stupour, from the point in time when we began to seek clarity. The only question I have left is how much longer will it take for us to get completely past the stupour to accept the fact of our loving nature?
Our thinking and awareness are not going away. It is a huge part of what distinguishes us from animals. It has remained damaged severely by our inability to penetrate the animal's stupour. Ridding ourselves of that stupour will rid us of the dystopia. A Human existence. Nothing more, nothing less.
Minus the disturbing dystopia caused by our denial of our sentient state, we will move forward, finally, as an emotionally mature, rational, loving race in which the individual cares as much about the whole of Humanity as itself.
If you are looking for more, lp.
More than any other life form, we have intent. So far, that intent has been aimless and destructive. We took our instruction manual from the animals and never updated it.
Sentience seeks clarity. The prehuman distorts everything, in its emotionally derailed and destructive confusion of remaining too attached to its animal past.
There is no starting point to our Life's Work until we shed the baggage of the animal. The Human race will seek clarity, once we rid ourselves of the desire to hide from our past.