I remember when I used to work in a call center. I hated it. It was the closest thing to slavery because I had to work 12 hours a day. Sure it was 3 days in and 3 days off but that didn’t bring me any solace – they still owned 3 days in my life, in essence they owed half of my life. But how I rationalized the whole thing was that I had to pay my fees at Varsity. See I was taking myself to school and I was focused and motivated. I had a vision. Get a job, go to school, get my degree and I am home free. Except that my arrangement wasn’t practical, I was constantly in bondage. I felt myself wither everyday. It was like I was asthmatic, I felt myself running out of air. I was cornered by everyone’s expectations. Luckily I had an escape. Her name was Kayla and she was my age. We were the youngest pair at the time. Well, technically I was the youngest because my birthday is later but she was born in the same year. Kayla was beautiful. Sure the call center had hot women but she was the hottest. She was colored, had kind eyes, slightly long hair and the most beautiful smile. She had a purity about her soul. She was radiating, almost mythical like a unicorn. She had the unique ability of charming you from a distance. You were just mesmerized by her beauty. She was soft-spoken and elegant. She was calm and reserved. She was a lady. A lot of the guys wanted her. Naturally after training, I took refuge next to her. We were supposed to pair up with experienced call center agents who would help us get settled in. Kayla herself was not that experienced, she had been working there for like 6 months. I chose the agent next to Kayla who had ample experience. I conveniently chose a counsel of women to take care of me. It was great. After a couple of weeks, I had learned everything. I took a phone right next to her. We were getting the same type of calls from customers from the same company so I thought she would be able to assist me, if I ran into some trouble. She was great, she always assisted me with a pure heart. Kayla was kind and loving. We started bonding. We shared dreams and she told me that she wanted to be a Air Hostess and travel the world in the process. I thought it was great, she had the perfect profile; beautiful, reassuring, right height, right age, good communication skills, she was perfect. We would talk all day when we were not on the phone. Me and her had a connection, we could just talk to each other and there wouldn’t be any judgments. We were emphatic towards one another. We had a mutual understanding. We liked one another. Somehow she made 12 hours seem like 9 hours, and that’s great, that’s something. People started noticing and jealously started catching on like wildfire. The older guys in the call center who were marking Kayla started being hostile towards me but it was okay, it was not under my control. Besides, I knew what it was about. I know why none of them never made progress with her. They were too aggressive and that made her defensive. Their offense game was weak. They pursued her like they were catching a train. Rapid and fast paced, there was no romance, it was a bet of who could land the hot new girl. She felt like prey, like a piece of meat, she felt objectified. None of them had a chance with her because they were too expedient. Of course, I didn’t have that problem, she liked me, a fact that made people envious. I loved the energy I got from everyone from being around her, you know, I was seen, not ignored, I was popular, cemented, legendary, I was alive and the attention validated my existence. It was not in a boastful way, it was just that, you know – natural. She was my girl. I wanted to help her get into Aviation school so I did everything I could on my side. I had websites, numbers and tuition costs and we discussed everything at great length. Nothing really crystallized but we were still really close. I had thoughts of taking her out. I looked at my budget and it really made me angry. I had to pay rent, tuition fees and buy food. The remainder of the money wasn’t enough for a good date. I also didn’t have a car so I had to think logistics. And I still couldn’t afford those Puma Ferrari shoes that I wanted. Everything compounded, I hated my job, I didn’t have time for my thoughts, school wasn’t fulfilling or challenging, I was a repressed creative, my landlord was a jerk and I couldn’t take out Kayla on a proper date. I was living what Robert Kiyosaki had warned me about, “the rat race”. This is not what Napoleon Hill taught me. I rationalized everything with school but it wasn’t enough of a motivation anymore. My reasoning was a trap. I was dying and I knew it. It was like suffocating or burning to death, it was horrific. I went for leave to really think things through and to just clear my mind. I decided; “fuck it, fuck everyone, this is my life and I’ll do what I want. I don’t need anyone’s permission to live my life. I won’t live my life with fear. Fuck Varsity, it’s trapping my life and my mind, I don’t need a piece of paper validating what I can do, I am limitless”. That’s the thing I hate about the world, we created constructs that constrict the mind from flourishing. I resigned and started doing things that I wanted like writing my screenplay, learning about Investing, starting businesses and reading books. When I left I was the best call center agent, my numbers were really good, the manager tried to get me to reconsider but it was impossible. I stopped listening to the outside world that day, I stopped trying to conform. It was the best decision of my life. 12 hours a day and I still couldn’t take Kayla out on a proper date. Why live with such lack? Surely that’s not what God intended for me.
Me, a one girl guy? Not my style. I’ve got a main chick, a mistress, and bitches who just get dick from me. For free.
The cookie connoisseur, who licks what’s in between like an Oreo, a monster, whose reach stretches farther Sesame street, dominating the game and winning like a cheat. Unbreakable code, hidden like a snake in its hole, I am in the zone, penetrating girls to their soul.
Me, a one girl guy? Forget it. I get pussy like a douche, banging from the side like bass to the sound of headboards. The lord of seduction, introducing my dick like induction, construction, building up momentum till contraptions.
Me, a one girl guy? Please. There’s plenty of fish in the ocean and I absorb into their skin like lotion. In constant motion, bewitching their hearts like a potion. A little caution, I terminate relations like abortion.
Me, a one girl guy? For you? For sure. Interested?
A good friend of mine came to me because he needed some advice. I thought “Oh, okay”. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to assist because I am not the advice type. However, I am a good listener so I was pretty sure we could come up with a solution. To assist someone who needs advice, I often use the Socratic method, that is help using framing questions, this way you think that you came up with the situation on your own because you thought for yourself. It is effective because this way no judgments are cast and you don’t give awful advice. The truth is that we already know what to do and often times we just need validation from the outside world. The art of giving good advice is getting the other person to lay out all his cards and ask questions. This way the other person is reflective and your job is done. Don’t say what you think because that’s not what the other person needs, plus your judgment is flawed in any case because you are biased and are projecting – this is not about you.
I listened. He told me about how his in love with this girl whose with this other guy but it doesn’t really matter because the girl loves him and not the guy. A love triangle, I thought. He was in trouble because there’s a power struggle in this dynamic and only one person won, the one on the top. But I didn’t say this out loud, I just merely asked “How do you know that this girl loves you?”. He responded “I just know it. I see it in her eyes. We love each other, it’s always been that way. I retorted, “how do you know?”. Finally he responded “she told me so”. I shook my head not convinced. I then asked “how many years has she been with this guy?”. He responded “About 6 years”. I let that sink in a bit and there was silence for a bit. But in my mind I thought this is a irrevocable case and an attachment style has been established. His not just fighting a mutual understanding, his fighting routines and habits, poor fellow is deluded. He filled it up by saying “But it hasn’t been a smooth 6 years and they sometimes had bad fights and separated”, I responded “Everyone has a bad patch” and he countered “Yes, but not like this, he slapped her, he beats her and his a cheat”. I responded “Okay”. I continued “What do you think of doing?”. He responded “I want to get her”. I inquired “Why don’t you?”. He responded “Because of this guy”. Confused, I asked “Why? Do you know him?”. He responded, “Yes, his close”. And so I recapped his story for him like; “She loves you even though she’s still with her partner of 6 years. She’s the object of desire in this pyramid and everyone is familiar with one another?”. I stopped and the room was quiet for a while. Then he broke the silence and asked “Why doesn’t she leave him?” he was thoughtful. I remained quiet. He put me on the spot and asked what I’d do. I wanted to be neutral so I spoke about the other guy and how I respected his 6 years. To deflect the question I made a joke saying “Avoid stepping into a great man’s shoes”, that statement hit him like a snipper on the rooftop. Sorrowfully, he murmured “She’s not my girl”. I felt bad. I rolled a joint and we smoked. It was 6pm and the streets were flooded with people from work, it was peak time, prime time and Avanzas were filled to the brim on the Johnbrant street from Pan African Mall. We just sat by the side of the road and witnessed life, we were silent, we saw beautiful women walking, we saw girls who were too young but had a lot of potential, we saw children in their school uniforms walking home, we saw kids with their friends, we saw men in their overalls and boots who carried their lunch bags, just on the other street a couple of boys were playing soccer and there were roars of youthful energy, the atmosphere was vibey and busy, bells from cars and laughs from people was all we heard, cigarettes were selling like an IPO, it was beautiful and we both appreciated the scenery. Life was normal. Life was happy. Despite the cold truth, it was still a good day.
I don’t understand women. I tried but it’s too difficult. Maybe my mind is not meant to keep such data. Don’t get me wrong, I can get a woman to bed. That’s not a problem, that’s easy, it is as effortless as breathing. It’s engrained in the human psyche, it is a evolutionary trait, my ancestors could do it, Apes can do it – in fact most life forms can. That’s how nature refreshes things, reproduction. So sex is not really special, not in the grander scale of the Universe. All of life engages in it. It is a requisite for sustaining life. It is elementary to life. No one really has an upper hand because anybody can be seduced. Life is not sex it is a byproduct of sex. Sex is not the goal of life. So you see getting a girl into bed is not difficult. In fact she wants it, she’s programmed by genetics, evolution and other invisible things that constitute and make up reality. Sex is natural so she sees through all your facades, deceptions and ego trips. In fact she encourages everything and plays you like Fifa to score, to get laid. She is using you. A spin to the narrative that men use women for sex. That’s not true, women want sex just as much as men. Man has penis and woman has vagina, we need each other. We are complimentary, YingYang. My intention is to ommit sex out of this picture but I don’t think I can. Simply because I think it’s this sexual orientation that makes girls difficult to understand. Little girls are taught from a very young age that they are “special”, that they are “the prize”. This is enforced through television, music, books, movies and popular culture as a whole. By the time they are able to use Facebook they see this playing out. They get millions of inboxes from guys seeking out their attention and it plays to the narrative that they are indeed “the prize” because it gives them the power to qualify men like; “I’d rather go out with Steve because he has a car, Kevin doesn’t”. Women always want the best pick, the best that they can possibly get. They do this subconsciously and unconsciously but this holds true also for men. Men qualify women based on their looks and certain features they find appealing. These are important considerations for the offspring. Women also do the same but the most important thing for them is competence like; can he take care of me, can he provide for the family? So is their thought process derived from possessions? Are women bloodsuckers? I don’t know but the hypothesis that they are is incomplete because another girl might go out with Kevin dispite the fact that he doesn’t have a car, if you tick the other boxes like competence, confidence and emotional stability, possessions and materials might not be a factor. So it has to be their thought pattern, neuroscience. This is definitely not about psychology. For one Psychology is a science, it is Universal, there might be different cases but the applications and solutions to these cases are more or less the same. Two, Sigmund Freud the godfather of psychology professed to not understand women, he didn’t understand their motivations and why they do what they do. It amazes me because Freud was an intelligent guy, he had all these theories and is a major contributor to field of psychology. But when it came to the motivations and actions of women, he shot blanks. I ask myself what chance do I have, if Freud also didn’t understand. I am not smarter than Freud. I like Neurosciences attempt at understanding women. In a nutshell, it says that everything in a woman’s head is connected, whereas things in men’s head are in compartments, in boxes that you open one at a time and close when you done. Man is more direct and derives his meaning from solving problems. Whereas woman is confused. For woman, “Yes” can mean “No” and “No” can mean “Yes”. They use doublespeak like it’s 1984.This analogy explains the unpredictable nature of women. Sometimes they are volitile and erratic like a Tsunami causing destruction and hell, other times they are calm like the ocean at night. Its difficult to understand women because it requires a lot of attention, something that isn’t a strong point for men. To tell you the truth, I don’t think women even understand themselves. That’s why they always need to talk, to explore and crystallize their thoughts. Women talk about everything and this gives them solice. Still, I think they are closer to the source. I think they are closer to God. They are used more by God to effect changes. My reasoning comes from the work of Carl Jung with his work on the unconscious. Women do things more unconsciously, whereas man is more reflexive, by this I mean man is always trying to instill order. Man is more active, whereas woman is passive – woman just is. This gives her the permission to cause chaos and watch on the sidelines. It gives her the opportunity to be spontaneous. Woman is the accident murderer who doesn’t remember what she did. This explains mans urge to subconsciously please woman. This would explain the million inboxes she gets on her socials. Woman has options because the world reacts to her. That’s a powerful realization. Maybe man is not meant to understand woman. Science has deluded man into thinking that he is God. Perhaps not knowing and not being able to understand is what makes everything worthwhile. Just maybe uncertainty is good, it certainly keeps everyone on their feet.
I love how women can unite men. Like “My man, you see that girl with the fat ass, Imma fuck her!” Yea, my nigga such life affirming language, I love it! Go for it, do you need any help? I can play your number 5 like Puyol, most recently Virgil van Dijk. I will do my best to help you in your course. Let’s get this pussy, life is meant to be enjoyed. Let’s make the best of it! We were at a wedding and these group of hot women wanted to take pictures. They had a cameraman. I knew my only way through that group was the cameraman. So, I bid my time. I studied everything and made notes but I was not close to gaining access. Then through God’s grace and implacable timing, my cousin came up to me and said “That cameraman needs an assistant, can you do it?”. I said man, “For sure!”. It was like a Bruno Fernandes assist. Don’t worry Cuz’, I’ll do this for us. Them bitches are going to be with us! I did as I promised and later we were with the whole squad of hot women. I was a hero. Brock Lesnar! The beast! Sleep, eat, break the streak! We had a great night. We had moments. We were vibing. But it was late, they had to go. Pleasantries were made but I didn’t take a number. The gents had a great time, I am happy, at least I made them accessible. Everyone was grateful, the energy was cool. And so four months later, I get a call from Cuz’. He said, “Remember those women? They want us again. You game?”. I was like “For sho”. We had transportation, accommodation, capital for transactions and the whole weekend. Life rewards action. Do those small things right and your life will be plentiful in dividends and income generating streams. You will be great. But remember to be grateful. That’s the great law. Amazing things happen. Every move counts, this is game-theory and I am the computer that beat Lee Sedol, I Go faster like Dwayne Johnson. In the end we all get what we deserve. If events stand the test of time, they are good. Stay consistent and walk confidently in the face of adversity. You will conquer, you always do. Just like that my nigga and I were reunited again, it’s gonna be a great day!
I learned from the Greeks that there are 3 types of love. Phila which is a kind of love that is platonic, a kind you feel for a friend, a close acquaintance or a family member. Then we have Eros which is a kind of love with passion. It seeks gratification from another person. It is hot, steamy, sultry and sexy. It is cupid’s arrow on your ass. It is a spell cast on you. Finally, we have one that is called Agape, and this kind of love is unconditional love. It is a love you share for all of mankind. A love you share for life. It is paternal in a sense that it can never be taken away. It is easy and natural as breathing. It is forever.
I am in love with a girl and our connection is platonic, Phila. She makes me feel good. She makes the effort. Has a great smile and just cares for me. She is a friend but that’s not enough for me because all I am thinking about is possession. My body yearns for her. She runs through my mind like a marathon champion, for hours, for days. I can’t get over her embraces. She covers me like a blanket and keeps me warm from this cold world. She inspires a lot of love out of me. She makes me passionate. All that I have in the fiber of my being is Eros. Regardless, I can’t act on it. I need to focus on the future that I am building. I am infatuated with the feeling of power and I want it all. And there’s no use trying to hide it, I am aiming at a billion. But as of now, I am broke like window, my short comings are transparent. I don’t think it’s fair to put you through that. I don’t think it’s fair to reserve you like a bus seat. I don’t think it’s fair to waste your time. And so you’re are my sacrifice. I know I would’ve lost you by the time I am millionaire. Time waits for no man and I understand. I know I want you now more than ever because you’ve got someone in your life. Somebody to love you and care for you. You win some and you lose some and this lose is devastating for me because I had plans. I wanted to start a family with you from scratch, build you a home for you and our children. Travel the world and there would be a reserve of capital for all your dreams. I would stack it up and you can offload. You can support courses with the money and be a humanitarian with your pure heart. You could be a super businesswoman and be respected by all your peers. I had dreams of me and you conquering the world. Maybe these are stupid dreams, maybe you just want a simple life. Maybe you just want to pay your tab and gracefully die. Maybe you are not interested in wealth and power and that my value system is flawed. Maybe Cinderella’s glass shoe just won’t fit. Damn! I can’t believe that I am going to lose you someday. Still, I hope you find love and happiness. I hope you have a perfect life and everything comes out the way you imagined. You have my unconditional love, Agape. I love you in all the Greek categories. My love for you is wholesome. My love for you is diversified. My love for you is forever, eternal.
Senses are an amazing thing for a human being. They color in the world, give it textures and sensations, they give it ordour and imagination. Senses make the world real. Imagine if we couldn’t touch, taste, smell, hear and see. What would our world be like? The world is a beautiful feeling process and then we die. Everything is governed by our emotions, they dictate our course of life. I have this girl who nearly short circuited my mind. Feel good chemicals like dopamine and serotonin were induced in a radical way. Adrenaline spiked up, I could feel my blood transmitting in the body and in no time I was errect like the Effel tower. My emotions were hijacked by what I saw and heard on my screen. It was euphoric and I couldn’t think straight. I was blinded and deaf to everything besides my phone. She captivated me and held my attention like a new born baby but she could drop it, it wasn’t about morality she was just a tease, a tease who made me contemplate about all the things I wanted to do to her. Some of these things weren’t ethical but that was her plan, to make me crazy and out of bound with reality. She hypnotized me like Charcot with her movements. They were slow and gradual like premeditated murder. She left everything to the imagination, undressing one item at a time. I was locked in a trance of her swaying body that swinged like a pendulum, completely sugestable like a MK Ultra patient. I was a blank screen attuned to her like a satellite and I could see her crystal clear as she stood next to the camera completely nude and exposed. She started touching herself, it was slow and rhythmic. She touched her boobs that were so rich in details in a circular motion and squeezed moaning like a detained prisoner. She was sexy and it was a show for me. She gave me goosebumps. She went downtown and began exploring like a voyager. She located the most sensitive arsenal in her body, the clit which has over eight thousand nerve endings, it was a button that could make her erupt like a volcano. And so she pressed multiple times and stimulated it, she got hot between her thighs and started calling out my name repeatedly. Damn! I went crazy, I exploded like Hiroshima! The sight of her and her voice calling out my name, moaning and groaning initiated a change in my physiology. My eyes popped out of my eye sockets and my ears were like satellites. My attention to my phone was akin to a neurosurgeon. My palms became sweaty and my existence was heightened. I was alive, horny and present. It was torture because I was on the other side of the world watching like a bystander on the street. Even with a loaded pistol I couldn’t do anything. All I wanted to do was to have her in my arms, to please her, to reunite her with the God’s but it was all in vain. Reality hit me like a sniper on the roof and my excitement was dead like JFK. Consciousness took control and I willed myself to close the video she had sent me. Although I watched 97% of it. The blood in my body started getting cold and my cock went flaccid. I scrolled down all the nudes she sent me, it was a sad reality.
I am in love again and this time it’s real. Yes! I am excited. The last time I was in love, I was frustrated by it, I didn’t know what to do, I was overcome and overwhelmed with emotions I didn’t understand. I didn’t have control over my mind, I just felt so vulnerable and exposed. But this time, damn I could touch the sky. I could fly like Superman and tap dance on the moon. I feel lighter on my feet. Mr. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. She cast a spell on me, she bewitched me and I am okay with it. I am at ease with it. I am relieved, happy, and in love like a fool. Struck by Cupids multiple arrows. Hallucinating on a love trip that’s more potent than DMT, the spirit molecule. Thinking about her makes me creative, she is a great work of art. I am attracted to her like the opposite pole of a magnet. Animal magnetism, she reels me in like a fisherman and I am the fish hopelessly attached to the hook. I sometimes have nightmares about losing creativity but now I am saved, redeemed from my subconscious mind. She is my lifeboat, my life-saver. I now understand the concept of love. To show your scars and weaknesses and have somebody accept you for everything you are. To build a sustainable life and future with that person, to share your life, to grow old together, to plan, have children. It is liberating. It validates existence. It gives you peace. It is purpose. She is truly something special. Absolutely beautiful too. Great smile, it radiates and spreads all over existence like the sun’s rays. I realized that I was in love when I was in denial. I was terrified of my own feelings, terrified of what they meant. I tried to surpress this girl in my mind but she keeps popping up like a jack in the box. She roams around in my mind slowly and with great stealth like a thief in the night. She is always at the back of my mind like a shadow. I am so gone. I have no chance. I have no defense for her wit and overall personality. Like Usher, I am so caught up and these are my confessions. It’s been a long time coming, everyone cracks under sustained pressure. Man, I am in love with her, she treats me well. The energy is good and I am addicted to her like sugar, she gives me a rush! If I could, I would treat her well. My meaning in this world would be derived from that. After all, man has a subconscious urge to please woman, it’s in his DNA, it’s all he is. If a woman can’t motivate you, what can? In a cold world where nothing really matters and nobody really cares, she cares. She is warm and nourishing like body butter. That’s deep, like the dead sea salt in Israel, she exfoliates my soul, purifies my pores from within. I feel blessed. I am in love. In love with everything she is, I am infatuated. She is perfect. The best woman in the world. My African woman. Thinking about her makes me feel numb and carefree, like a sort of high you get from smoking chronic. I am not tripping, she is kind hearted, intelligent and special. She makes me feel at peace like graveyards in suburbs, she is my “Coco” the love of my life and I hope she always remembers me or my soul will perish forever. She is my medication, she makes me high of life, my chronic lady.
I am repressed. My subconscious thoughts are dictating my life. Of course, this is about a woman. The feminine energy rules the world because it is fundamental, it’s energy conceives and creates. The masculine energy can of course excert itself but I feel it’s in vain because behind every great man is a woman. Man has an unconscious urge to please woman. This energy makes man greater. It is life defining. Man is nothing without woman. This is illustrated on the Bible with the tale of Adam and Eve. Eve gives Adam the apple so that he can be conscious, how beautiful is that? How beautiful is woman? You know a creator exists because woman exists, what a gift for man! Damn! I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore! Thank you Jigga, for bringing that into the world. But I also understand why women were suppressed for so long. I understand why they didn’t have rights. I understand why their roles were reduced to housewife. Imagine a woman who understands her self-worth, one who is intelligent, opinionated and has dreams, dreams she will one day conquer. Damn! I think I am erect. Don’t you think that’s dangerous? Don’t you think that’s powerful? Women already run the world unconsciously and if you give them tools and resources they will take over the universe. And so I understand the fear eminating from the masculine point of view. How could I not? I am masculine and well feminine is powerful. Feminine is dangerous. It is chaotic like abstract art on a canvas. It is beautiful. Feminine energy defines the world, it gives it meaning and substance. Feminine energy makes life worthwhile. And so I am in this boat ruminating about this feminine species that drives me absolutely crazy. She is the manifestation of my wildest dreams. Damn! She is impressive. Hey Kanye, congratulations on your work with “My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy” it is an absolute classic. What happened there? My goodness, you truly are a genius, a creative of the highest order. Better than Steve Jobs, wait can I say that? Okay, let me rather say in my top 5 with Steve Jobs. But I digress. My mind takes me places sometimes and I can’t understand the flights of my thoughts but everything eventually connects. I was talking about this girl who drives me wild. I am planning on being sexual so brace yourself.
I don’t want to bore anyone with the details of her life so I will start with the day where she illuminated the world for me. Of course she was always hot and impressive. But on this day I was thinking about her. I had premeditated motives. I wanted her. I wanted her body. I wanted to bring her to my room and have my way with her. It wasn’t the first time I had these thoughts about her. Thoughts of absolute possession. Thoughts of pleasing her with a cascade of pleasure. All I could visualize was her perfect body, her natural perfect boobs that have so much detail in them, I am talking veins and succulent nipples. All I could think about was descending to her lotus flower bomb! Great work Wale. All I could think about was pleasing her, making her scream with delight, making her orgasm like fireworks in the sky, all I could think of was fulfilling her in every way. She haunted my conscious reality. All I could smell was her, all I could see were her lips and kissing her would give me so much pleasure. Kissing all of her being, kissing her lips, her neck, her shoulders, her boobs, her stomach, her thighs and her lotus flower bomb! Explosive we would be in bed. Missionary is good but I’ve got variety, there isn’t any style that we wouldn’t explore, I am talking Kama Sutra and the art of eroticism. I had so much imagination and she stared in every production. She was the girl I wanted desperately. I wanted to be in her, to penetrate her. Damn! What I would do to have a night with her. Permission and seduction is such a bore. I understand the impulse of the rapist. He won’t wait for all of that and I respect that. When I saw her that day the top of my head nearly fell on the ground. It was like the Universe was playing a trick on me. My mind couldn’t comprehend her level of hotness. Her level of hotness was on steroids, the scale was tipped, her energy had spikes, she was incredible! I am talking make-up, hair, apparel EVERYTHING! She has natural hair and well, I am a sucker for natural hair. It is a deadly weakness that leaves me on my knees drooling. Natural hair is the most beautiful thing on a woman especially if it’s well taken care off. On this day she wore a black dress, it reached before her knees. It complimented all her body features. She was incredible! All I could see was her yellow thighs. Damn! All those premeditated thoughts came rushing in like a packed train. I don’t know why the Universe sometimes does this to me, but okay, I accept and I am grateful for the experience. I was at the mercy of her, I was weak and there was nothing I could do. Her energy was too strong for me and my subconscious mind was in control, controlled by the unconscious mind driven by the feminine energy, I was bewitched, under a trance and at that moment there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her including wrapping the world and giving it to her, and because I am not a rapist, I am writing this instead.
I want to live the good life because what’s the use of having a mediocre existence in a place where we will all perish? There is no re-run, no second life like Pacman, no heaven as promised, just nothing. A cold world where nobody cares about me, where nobody loves me. Why settle to be on the podium when you can be a winner? I want to be a multi-billionaire and then give it all away like my hero, my god Mr. Warren Buffet. I want to eat the best food and live in the best houses. I want the best personal trainer because health is true wealth. I want an overpaid nanny whose highly-qualified to look after my children. Not because I don’t want to raise them myself because I do, this is about allocating resources and focused attention, it is about buying time and ensuring my time is utilized to the maximum. I will be there for my children every step of the way, I will be there in all the important moments of their life, I will be a great dad. I will teach them about business, money and creating intergenerational wealth. I want to travel the world and expose myself to different cultures. I want to learn a foreign language. I want to learn German, Spanish and Chinese. I want to watch “El Classico” at the Camp Nou and the Santiago Bernabou. I want that blend of Mercedes-Benz and Maybach. I want a BMW so I can do doughnuts. I want quality pussy, the best pussy in the world! I want to master the piano. I want to win the PSL. I want to do everything I can humanly do. I want to be the best that I can be. Because what’s the use of doing average, of being average? How can I head for mediocrity knowing that one day I will succumb to my mortal decaying body? Knowing that one day my bones will fail to keep me up. Knowing that my organs will give up on me. Knowing that my youth is not eternal. Knowing that I’ll be gone someday and nobody will remember me or what I did for the world. Knowing that this life is meaningless. How can I consciously strive for mediocrity? What will I be saving myself for? Why not fight with everything I have to achieve this? Why not delay gratification for this ideal? Why not be a fool for a while for this vision? Forget it, I am never settling, not in this lifetime. I’d rather be a loser because you don’t understand. It simply doesn’t make sense for me and I am a reasonable man, a practical man. I am not setting up myself for being something less than I couldp be. I didn’t invest 200 hours of my life reading Proust to work in retail. With all the respect in the world, I would rather die, I welcome death, I am not afraid of death. I am also not growing up too, forget it! I am a grown ass child. I will remain a child at heart until death comes calling. Maybe my actions don’t make sense now, but they will, soon the world will understand my greatness even though it will be temporary in the scope of time. I am leaving a mark in this Universe or I am going to die trying. My impact will be like smoke, it will linger around for a while before it completely subsides. These are not grandiose thoughts or the ego talking, it is my nature, it is what it is. I am going to do everything I want, nothing is going to stop me, stopping me is an impossible task! Time will prove me right.
You have to be in awe of the female form. For it concieves, it produces, brings to life, and brings about light like the awe inspiring, center of the universe mercury star. The female form is something to be worshipped for without it, nothing exists. For the building blocks of the universe, it’s essence, existed two particles that had a sexual union to bond to create the big bang! That is what string-theory (the theory of everything) is all about; scientists have dedicated their whole lives to finding out what was before the big bang. The thought that we are a product of an explosion, an orgasm is a theory they accept thoroughly, however science wants evidence of the sperm and fertile egg. Something that could prove difficult considering the universe is already in the womb, growing and expanding. Maybe science will have a theory of everything but the answer to that is not yet conceived because we are in the early stages of development in the womb. As such, we cannot comprehend the world outside the womb with no time and space. Hopefully, my extended metaphor painted a picture of the divinity of the sacred Feminine and the fact that nothing is above it. The feminine form is the start, it is awakening, it is consciousness, it is self-sustaining, it is God and it is forever. Nothing exists without a sexual union and feminity is the source that nourishes and harneses growth and well-being of the offspring. This is the very pulse of nature, the natural order, her will. The male sperm is essential for procreation since it plants the seed, however the female body serves as an incubator to grow and protect the seed. This is nature to the female form. I think it’s amazing. It’s a miracle. Nietzsche had this to say on “Twilight of the idols”; “For the Greeks a sexual symbol was therefore the most sacred symbol. Every single element in the act of procreation of pregnancy and of birth aroused the highest and most solemn feelings. In the doctrine of the mysteries, pain is pronounced holy; the pangs of the woman giving birth consecrate all pain and conversely all becoming and growing – all that guarantees a future – involves pain. That there may be the eternal joy of creating, that the will of life may eternally affirm itself, the agony of the woman giving birth must also be there eternally. All that is meant by the word Dionysus.”
The universe is in a womb because earth is so fertile. Earth is hospitable, it is life-assuring and sustaining. From plants and trees, to the animals roaming in the Savanah, to sea animals navigating their way pacific to pacific. Mothernature is accommodating and an outstanding host. We are her children and she takes care of us. Mothernature is feminine. Reality is a combination of masculine and feminine – it is Ying Yang, it is order and chaos. The world is chaotic by nature and as living organisms we have to instill order to survive. Order is the will to survive, to thrive and live a meaningful life. This is what every living organism strives to do, from the plants to land creatures and sea animals – they strive to be more, they aspire to live one more day. This is in the genetic code of life, life affirms itself, life is masculine energy. Still, reality, the world is feminine energy. We are a perfect fit. Culture seems to understand this notion and we openly celebrate sacred feminine. This is exhibited on one of Beyonce’s songs titled “Who run the world (girls)”. This song is a celebration of the sacred feminine. SZA has her say on the song “Doves In the wind” stating that “pussy” (the female reproductive organ) runs the world, that it is basically the best in thing in the world. This of course is another salute at the sacred feminine, the spirit that runs the world. The Disney movie “The Lion King” also celebrates the sacred feminine. In the movie we see the movies lead, Simba throwing himself to the ground because of exhaustion and dirt in a form of specks and dust hover over his head and spells out the word “sex” quite visibly for everyone to see. This is a tribute to the sacred feminine and the life bearing power she has. Disney are well-known for depictions in their animation and storylines celebrating the sacred feminine. They did it again with the magical animation movie “Moana”. In a nutshell, something valuable is stolen from Mothernature. This results in an imbalance that causes Mothernature to rage on. She causes havoc and life suffers. Mothernature is personified in this motion picture. The only way to restore balance in the world is to give Mothernature what is hers. It is a beautiful movie, filled with singing and Disney magic. We also see depictions of the sacred feminine on the works of Georgia O’Keefe, to spoil the surprise they are awesome – I am a fan. “The Da Vinci Code” by Dan Brown also explores the “sacred feminine” through the story of Mary Magdalene, the church and the Holy Grail. The book provides revelations about the story of Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene. It is said that, Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene and conceived a beautiful girl. This is a secret that the church doesn’t want to go out. As such, Mary Magdalene is slandered and branded a prostitute, a whore by the church to tarnish her image. Mary Magdalene is a product of propaganda by the church. The falsehood of this story is known by a secret society, that had once in its rank, highly esteemed individuals like Da Vinci, Newton and Botticelli. A lot of secrets regarding the sacred feminine are uncovered in this book and the work of Da Vinci serves as the catalyst. Da Vinci’s works are scrutinized and serve as the building block to get the ultimate truth – the Holy Grail. This is a great book and will give you another perspective of the reality of the world.
Pegan customs worship nature as they see organized religions as restrictive, regulated and confined. Organized religions are a power strugle, they are hierarchical and patriarchal and as such truth is not a possibility. Organized religions are deceptive and cruel. They indoctrinate illusions in the form of heaven and other types of utopia and teach passivity in their congregations. Organized religions are control systems meant to regulate and dictate behavior. They keep people passive and helpless in their suffering citing “It’s God will.” What if God himself turns out to be our most persistent lie? On the awesome book “Brave New World” by Huxley, Mustapha Mond states “People believe in God because they have been conditioned to.” That is the dilemma facing pegans. The problem with organized religions is that they take all the responsibility away from you, assigning it to a “high power” and as Nietzsche states “When an individual no longer feels like they are the collaborator, let alone the center of becoming, nihilism becomes a very real possibility.” Organized religion can take the spirit out of your body while you still breathing. For pagens, religion is not a viable option for a sustainable life. The movie “Silence” by Martin Scorsese discusses this at length. Two Christian missionaries enter Japan with the aim of spreading Christianity but they are unwelcomed by the upper echelon of Japan simply because Christianity is not compatible with Japan. The Japanese believe that Christianity is bad for its people. They practice Taoism and Buddhism. They are a pagen people, they worship the sun and nature. They fear Christianity will hinder the progression of their country and its people. The Christian God is challenged at length to help his people from death at the hands of the Japanese pagens but he responds in silence as believers of the Christian doctrine are killed mercilessly because they don’t want to abandon Christianity. Because of God’s silence, the Christian missionary is forced to abandon Christianity to save Christian lives. For if he can denounce Christianity in public and adopt Japanese customs and beliefs, the public will see how useless it is. “Silence” is a hard and challenging movie but a great movie nonetheless, it is Martin Scorsese at his absolute best.
Acclaimed comedian Dave Chappelle stated in one of his comedy specials that man’s biggest challenge in the world is woman and woman’s biggest challenge is material. He continued that man would happily engage in sexual intercourse with a woman in a box if he could, but it’s not possible, because the woman wants the man with a Porsche. When you understand this fact, you understand the power of feminine energy. You understand the construct of society, you understand Capitalism, you understand the power dynamics in the world, you understand the hunger and poverty in the world. Man unconsciously and consciously wants power over his fellow men so he can be the alfa-male. This is seen in the animal kingdom with animals like Gorilla’s fighting to be the head honcho. This is important because the alfa has first preference on the ladies, he can have as many as he wants with no opposition. The alfa can be the only Gorilla that mates and choose to leave no mating partners to his subordinates. He is the boss like that. This subject can be visited on the work of Charles Darwin with his theory of “Natural selection”. Man is fundamentally driven by power and by what Psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud called the “Libido” which is sex drive. Musician, SZA talks about this on hit song about the sacred feminine “Doves in the world” that men lose their minds for pussy, that they are irrational and they will do anything and everything to get pussy and this is true. The vagina has untold power over the man. To attain power man will do anything, including humiliating and exploiting his fellow man. This is the will of mother nature, the reasoning behind “survival of the fittest”, “struggle for life” and “elimination of the unfit” by Charles Darwin. Man is alienated from himself, Marx contends because of the division of society into classes, the ruling class oppressing and exploiting the ruled classes. Therefore, he said, a classless, socialist society would bring about the disappearance of alienation and all its manifestations. That looks good on paper but in a world dictated by feminine energy it’s not possible. We saw evidence of this with Hitler and Stalin. Socialism is like heaven, ungraspable, unattainable and unintelligible. For the world is pure madness, chaos, and pure and unadulterated hysteria. For twenty-five centuries, hysteria had been considered a strange disease with incoherent and incomprehensible symptoms. Most physicians believed it to be a disease proper to woman and originating in the uterus. Hysteria like nature, chaos and woman is art. It is challenging and difficult. It requires attention and focus. It requires one to be imagitive and bold. It is fulfilling for its a release like fluid ejaculation. Feminine energy tests us and we should response in kind with masculine energy. We should be forceful and aggressive in our battles with life. Feminine energy tests us so we can grow. It puts you in a corner so you can learn to maneuver around. Feminine energy is like your girlfriend hysterical, crazy and unpredictable but her love is unquestionable, tender like the bosoms on her chest. Feminine energy serves to grow life because there is no growth without pain and adversity. The sacred feminine tests all of life and those who show great strength progress. Unfortunately, hunger, exploitation, poverty and death are some of the ways that she tests us. You might say these are man constructions, however man is nature and a construction of the sacred feminine.
While Religion is good for regulating morality, pegans value freewill and a sense of destiny. They believe true power resides within, while the characteristic of a God (or spirit) is anthropomorphic, invisible, powerful and has special function that no ordinary human being could perform. Pegans believe they can perform anything in the confines of reality and life. They believe in the sacred feminine – they believe all is nature. This is reflected in Leonardo Da Vinci’s “Vitruvian Man” and PHI (1.618) – the Devine proportion. The number PHI, 1.618 is considered the most beautiful number in the universe because it appears everywhere in nature and life. PHI was derived from the Fibonacci sequence – a progression famous not only because the sum of adjacent terms equalled the next term, but because the quotient of adjacent terms possessed the astonishing property of approaching the number 1.618 – PHI! 1.618 is the fundamental building block in nature. Plants, animals and even human beings all possess dimensional properties that adhere with eerie exactitude to the ratio of PHI to 1. In a honeybee community for instance, the female bees always outnumber the male bees. And if you divide the number of female bees to the males you will always get PHI 1.618. The sunflower seeds grow in opposing spirals. The ratio of each rotation’s diameter to the next is PHI 1.618. Da Vinci’s “Vitruvian Man” is PHI – 1.618. Da Vinci actually exhumed corpses to measure the exact proportions of human body structure. He was the first to show that the human body is literally made of building blocks whose proportional ratios always equal PHI. Measure the distance from the the tip of your head to the floor. Then divide that by the distance from your belly button to the floor – you get PHI 1.618. Measure the distance from your shoulder to your fingertips, and then divide it by the distance from your elbow to your fingertips – again PHI. Hip to floor divided by knee to floor – PHI again. You get PHI 1.618 on the pyramids of Egypt and even the United Nations Building in New York. PHI appeared in the organization structures of Mozart’s sonatas, Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, as well as the works of Bartok, Debussy and Schubert. The Devine Proportion exists in all nature, in all life. It is you. It is the signature of the Universe. It is the literal hand of God. The universe is feminine because it accommodates life and creation. And you are masculine because you have to engage with it. To be one with it. You are life. You are nature. You are the Devine Proportion. The only person you are accountable for is yourself. The sacred feminine has granted you life – impose yourself onto life, build, create, be the best that you can be – make the best of it you God!
antakalipa 