“Yeah.”, my eyes closed feeling every bit of it beyond measure.
“She’s doing her Alpha cat bit. No worries, she won’t embarrass you.”
Shit. Please not another one of these…
“That’s just weird. Here I am humping your balls off…”
“Yes, and loving it too…”
“Oh yeah. It kinda creeps me out…”
I fell asleep after we came. I have been going hard for longer than most people live. There was black metal in the background from my almost infinite finite playlist.
I felt out of body in another dimension. In another body. It felt like me and didn’t and certainly didn’t look like me. What? How am I seeing myself feeling like I am inside this body, not a share mind you? I am now feeling the doom which precludes the insane plunge out of control into the vortex of the abyss. It feels like a dry retching of blood and intestinal content gases. Needing to vomit and not able. It feels like an endless cycle of the pain of knowing I am dead, body still feeling it…
“Everything always made perfect sense when we connected in this trance. Sorry, I know you like to call it a state. However, this state comes on automatically with multiple anchors. We don’t miss…”
I could feel the greatest pleasures we’d ever had…there seemed to be almost endless memories merging into one scenario. Now touching her again when something with a pungent stench grabbed her in less than a blur. She’s gone wow.
A giant black paw with beyond razor-sharp claws now swiped out in front of me.
A great burst of opalescent slime squirted and filled the fields I perceived, and I felt like I was in a vacuum, safe. The great claws swiped through all the doom and I awoke to a cold feline nose and what might soon become mewing.
There she stands, ready to squeak meow, looking at me with golden eyes. I feel safe. The woman is snoring turned away from me on her side. It feels comfortable. We’ll have quite a bit more pleasure.
The tiny black Bombay Cat moved to the foot of the bed, laying down, her head in the other dimension. On watch.
If only we would have watched the sun come up that one last time,
If only the scent of flowers would have reached our noses as the most fragrant smell ever tasted,
If only we can actually hear what we say to each other,
If only we would have seized the opportunity to know and to love each other in a most special and endearing set of ways,
If only we could have considered those other sets of choices for decisions we made,
If only we would have learned what it was like to feel loved and to know what made us feel loved,
If only we would have seized the opportunities in front of us and seen them as opportunities instead of solutions to problems,
If only in this moment and in every moment, we choose to cherish the special, beautiful moments life brings,
If only we can now stop tolerating apologists in any form and meet them with fields of fact,
If only the apathetic in the land of quit will awaken from the trance of narcissisms and inaction to stand with a more universal set of values in loving consensus,
If only we wouldn’t have to turn ourselves into solutions and we could keep ourselves in a gaseous state, not believing in much not worrying about anything. Only moving forward believing that the best possibilities will go beyond the worst outcomes…
She had done an all – nighter preparing for another useless business task at a price that fills the pockets of her masters.
Someone else came up out of the earth at that moment. Heavy density, the origin like gravity, like the 4th force of the universe. He, She, it, animate, inanimate, phantom like yet harder and denser than the most dense matter from the stars. This life form he was dealing with had reached a its dead end. Of course, this often happens with many species. They reach a point where they cannot adapt and surviveWill these humans evolve into another humanoid like form? Will they be able to adapt to the conditions they have created in their foolish lack of forsight?
Not to worry, it would feel nice to do some whimsical things.
It reached into itself and pulled out several scenarios.
In this moment, a handsome young man made his way to the coffee bar. Behind him came our female friend lost in her anxiety over finishing her work project. She could smell him, sending a warm wave from her third eye to her groin. She saw herself with this man, whereupon he turned around. He very gently placed a hand in the small of her back. He looked into her eyes, and she pressed her mouth on his, touching the tip of his tongue with hers.
This was like a dream come true. How could this happen this way? How could this happen so quickly?
He ordered his coffee with his arm around her waist, she nuzzling her nose and lips into his neck. She felt very secure and confident for what she had to do in an hour and a half and he ordered exactly what she wanted without having to ask. They got their coffee and retired to a table outside obscured from the view of others. They took a few sips of their coffee, staring each into each other’s eyes, hands touching. She had on a skirt to her knees, no panties; a plaid with blues, greens and black with a black skin tight top, no bra. Her voice made his cock rock hard. She sensed it and opened his pants, freeing it in into the morning air. Her right hand found the tip giving the motion, which is perfect for him while his tongue probed her mouth, leaving the coffees on the table. Soon she was in his lap, burying his cock in her wet quim, and squeezing it with the muscles made fit from those hundreds of thousands of Kegels she did for years. They kissed wildly. Her vagina massaged that rock hard pulsing penis and felt the cum rising out of his balls several times, which she halted mid shaft, giving him the shivers of body orgasms she was experiencing. For some reason, this drew people walking by.
People pulled in, parked, getting out of their cars, getting some coffee of their own, some of them engaging in their own orgies and couplings. Meanwhile, on the street, two cars smashed head on with a fire truck close behind them, full of firefighters also after their coffee. They parked mid street, walked in and ordered before they extracted the injured and dead from the wreck.
Our friend from up out of the earth was laughing now. Here once again, some sex and death with a decrepit species. It wasn’t the great energy fucks he was used to in his interdimensional travels. Not so unlike other lower life forms he encountered, conjugating and fucking and exchanging genetic information. This is a species fast becoming infertile. Not only in body, also in thinking and neuro evolution. It felt pleasant to watch death filling the street with blood and shit from spilled guts, and to feel the fucking and the bodily fluid exchange from those who were oblivious to the carnage which had occurred outside.
Now in another dream on another day, the new POTUS and his cronies had gathered together to cause the destruction of the administration they hated so much. In this moment, the generals and the elite strike force they created needed for such a coup and execution, rushed into the room, weapons raised, killing all. At that point, another weapon was introduced, which disintegrates organic matter, and all traces of them vanished. Not even dust remained.
Back at the coffee shop on that other day, people changed partners and continued to fuck and fuck and fuck. The firefighters watched and drank their coffee. The cops showed up, the forensics team showed up. A lady coroner arrived who should have been a pin up in some men’s magazine from the 1950s. She grabbed the battalion chief on the fire truck who was another pin up from the calendars some cougar women hang on their walls. They grabbed each other and lay in the blood and shit and piss in the street and created a fuck fest spectacle that even the worst scat porn people will shit their pants watching….
Yes, she crawled in my bed with me after a couple of days of affection. She lay next to me enjoying her sleep, having her rest. And there in a presence of “maybe he’ll wake up and we’ll have a passionate three-day fuck and love fest”, I did wake up with a throbbing hurt. It seemed so proud like a blurred vision for some and sharp for others of an ever-lengthening Priapus moment. We celebrated each other. I knew her every inch, passionately in touch, smell and the vision and sounds of her writhing in ecstasy.
She had little use for my compassionate masculinity of well lived in BALLS.
She held tightly and kissed perfectly. She grasped the explosions of my innermost fuckIloveyouandyouknowitastrue.
When she isolated and separated temporarily I got busy for my day like always. It always worked in the end and at least served as a reminder about keeping on and moving forward no matter what. In good faith, it didn’t work to take anything to do with her personally. Both of us did what we thought we wanted to do almost regardless of consequences which got fewer and fewer in keeping our word to ourselves. Yes, there occurred anger and consternation. Yes, we argued at lower and lower volume. Yes, we planned better than make up sex.
I got to act like a force field around her vulnerability. Just presence and appreciation makes it work.
It generates in parts from both of us.
She came through the field with creative action enthralling everyone in various ways.
““Women were more likely to lie to make the person they were talking to feel good, while men lied most often to make themselves look better,” Feldman said.”
” “It’s tied in with self-esteem,” says University of Massachusetts psychologist Robert Feldman. “We find that as soon as people feel that their self-esteem is threatened, they immediately begin to lie at higher levels.”
So possibly it boils down to self-esteem. If our self-esteem gets mostly genuine and we practice impeccability with our words, thoughts and actions we might lie a little bit less. In doing this it gets very helpful to realize while we aim for 100% honesty, the first step of this may come in remaining honest with ourselves and when we discern we have lied to ourselves, stop it at the level of belief and thought so the poison doesn’t flow well from our mouths. This means non-judgement, positive or negative. It also means we will do our best to practice feeling loving toward ourselves individually.
In my own life, this provided an opportunity to use honesty to improve my life. In work, it meant telling the truth about products and services so customers could make their decision based on facts with little embellishment. It also meant telling my friends and family the truth more consistently. Mostly I found I had to say less. I didn’t have to support anyone with false embellishments or unnecessary compliments as making someone feel better about themselves with a lie will sooner or later get discovered and my credibility with them would suffer and the relationship would weaken seriously.
I have looked at my beliefs about myself. The teachings from parents as a child served as helpful contradictions. My mother gave me statements about me being a special person with extraordinary talent and ability and my father told me I would never amount to anything unless I learned to work hard for everything and this would start with deprecating statements about my behavior. I had a lot of shame to overcome and it’s not all gone. This affords me the opportunity to work with it consistently.
A new belief which helped me had to do with first accepting I had ultimate worth on the eternal scale of value, this served me until the realization came regarding the nonexistence of self. No self, no self-esteem needed. This contradicted the pop psychology of its reverse theories. In this model, all seems connected to doing and actions which come from beliefs, thought, and feelings. Seemingly we a feedback cyclicity of thoughts producing feelings and behaviors feeding back on prevailing beliefs many of which wound up erroneous. In changing the beliefs and stopping the limiting thoughts from guiding actions I had to do less to keep myself honest. It also meant offering less up in unsolicited feedback, something which seemed to prevail in the “meetings” of the twelve-step cult I attended for a couple of decades. One of the best actions I took had to do with getting away from it and the toxicity in words spoken there, when really the only thing which worked well came from the love in unspoken support. Knowing I am loved and encouraged to love myself made me feel love for myself and others almost unconditionally.
Since moving on from there I have made beneficial and limiting decisions about my life and I dedicate myself, imperfectly, to improving beliefs, thinking, and behaviors and calling up humble, loving feelings for myself. Much of this has come in taking better care of my body and general health. Along the way I have been able to genuinely help some others, giving me more loving feelings in general.
In the ongoing set of conclusions, having a multifaceted set of perspectives helps me to less judgmental conclusions and statements. Looking at what I say based on observations before I say them – this takes a lot of mindfulness to do it effectively and I have sometimes gone to almost angry extremes to defend my stated perceptions about situations only to have to make amends for the behavior in stopping myself from doing it again and making things right in my best way possible.
Honesty it seems, ought to concern the truth and truth comes from knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt. Reporting what happened, how I thought and felt seems like about all I can do regarding this. Mostly, I strive to practice concise brevity as it gets too easy to slip into conjecture and verbose rhetoric. In the utmost sense it looks like the less I believe about anything, the better as it leaves me more open to varied interpretations and perceptions which may have more objectivity. If this seems self negating and contradictory, that will turn out a reader perspective. I tend to characterize it more as a paradox like many other things human.
There’s a lot of chatter about Islam and its evils. Yes, the various sects of this faith have some radical variants which want to impose their rigid way of life on everyone. When we compare this to radical evangelical Christians and their collateral murderous spin offs we don’t see a lot of differences. They have all killed about the same amount of people. I am wondering if the same can be said about Judaism on a proportionate basis. At any rate, they have incited, mostly involuntarily, evangelicals and inspired radical Islamists to aid or destroy them. Zionists have an equal part in the “monotheist” paradigm for their level of contribution.
At any rate, if these religions get widely accepted as mythology and their codes debunked along with the mythologies of other religions – Hinduism and Buddhism are not exempt – we may have a chance to free up humanity long enough to save life on the planet.
That the Abrahamic mythologies affect at least 3.5B people on the planet seems great cause for a rational activism in educating the masses. The religions are all myth. There was no Abraham, no Moses, no Solomon, no Jesus, no Mohammed going to heaven – none of this. Scholars have shown repeatedly that the old Testament is rife with myth until 600BCE and there’s no historic or archeological proof for any of the mythical figures or real historic figures and their mythos. Most of these religions got established through warfare and the subjugation of peoples and cultures – yes even Buddhism.
This getting stated, can we afford sacred cows in our societies and cultures? Should we allow ancient, outdated, repressive codes to determine our destiny? Oddly enough, the erroneous beliefs and thinking have shaped the destiny of our world through a dark and distorted lens which does not practice what it preaches about the sanctity of life and the exaltation of the worth of life on Earth. I have little wonder at the presence of the apocalyptic beliefs rife in most of the Abrahamic religions and their predecessors. It looks a like a neurotic, human lemming delusion. Our species – seeking unconsciously – to extinct itself as another failed species “experiment”. The natural phenomena of industrialization puking poison into the environment posits this distinct possibility all around us. If capitalism seems like an outgrowth of industrialized civilization, so far, the system has shown us a clear path to extinction. These economies rule the world and destroy it as we live and still breathe.
The fact we have thought of numerous solutions to our manifested destiny can give glimmers of a way out toward survival. Capitalism has it’s uses however, we don’t think runaway consumerism can do anything except destroy us as it seems to already have proved. Should our estimates turn out wrong, it won’t harm us and life on the planet to go to nonpolluting, renewable energies and the production of ecologically sound products and lifestyles. Maybe we can do as Buckminster Fuller postulated. Maybe Malthus had a point? Nonetheless, overpopulation and our current consumptive human world seem the likely root cause of it all. We really have not shown the significant improvements which will result in our survival and evolution to more adapted levels. Maybe our collective genomes have reached their endpoint?
On the doomsday timeclock, it we accept the model, we are beyond the 11th hour and must motivate ourselves to act NOW. We must clean up in many ways. We must base our economic systems so that small groups of people and families do not control the well-being of our species as they do not have this in mind for the most part and this system stays in epic fail mode. Greed and selfishness will spell our demise unless opportunity gets created for making the greatest profits ever without prophets.
We all know money must get out of politics. We know countries don’t run well like businesses and the goals of most corporations and large private businesses do not coincide with the needs of the people who largely support them. Religion needs to get placed in a recreational category and ought not get taken seriously except to provide a vehicle of transcendence. We must get united behind our survival and enhancement of life on this planet as we won’t find ourselves able to leave it in time to avoid our extinction. So, casting aside the divisiveness in “scripture” for the unifying principles which also seem inherent in our species might wind up the best solution. We can spend our time caring for our planet and hence one another. We can forge a new destiny other than our imminent demise. Those who prove the thinking and beliefs causing greed and its irresponsibility will have to get pushed out of the way so we can live on.
It will only work if we can change our pursuit of pleasure into the pleasurable pursuit of our deepest caring for each other.
Each of us has all or most of the tools we need to make ourselves happy in almost any moment.
Even in the face of death some have faced it happily with a smile.
We may have opportunities to cultivate happiness from tools gathered in life experiences and trainings.
The ruse comes in believing we actually exist and have a posited being. We take action. Our bodies and the chemistry which makes our cells, organs, tissues and bodily systems act and have a constant motion. We move on a moving object in a moving system which has a connected part to all other moving systems we perceive. In some great senses of all of this we realize our significance and insignificance. We sometimes get glimpses of newly – in our perception as individuals – synthesized reality tunnels and this spurs something commonly called imagination, which consequently seems to make new reality tunnels or fantasies of possible realities we might experience.
The delusion comes in the self-deprecation coming from confusing identity with its progenitor – PURPOSE.
We’ve had enough of getting told our existence has some ulterior meaning other than living life to its fullest in the moment. Some seem to have so much concern in a never proven afterlife they miss out on many of life’s pleasurable and rewarding experiences. Their prayers to a mythical deity or deities only find an answer in cause and effect and random occurrences, yet the satisfaction it brings those praying and sometimes those who know they have gotten prayed for seems to fuel their erroneous beliefs as such.
By the time most individuals reach the age of 35 their actions and responses are 95% determined in the subconscious. Thus we act out of ingrained sets of beliefs, thinking, feelings, and experiences from our past. To adapt and change and find greater strategies we may have to break out of these programmed actions. First we will have to sensually experience occurrences. Since most of our memories are changed everytime we remember them, purposely living in the moment and having great awareness of the stimuli coming into us with a more objective perception trained to immediately filter out the canned responses of the nostalgic identity many of us believe actually exists as a solid form intransigent, despite widespread information to the contrary.
As we train ourselves to recognize our programmed responses we can gain a healthy skepticism about the world we live in and the judgements our minds give us whilst actually perceiving an event.
As we have done this, we’ve noticed less repetitive behaviors. We actually got overly familiar with eras and their genre. Defining and living in Purpose gives a clearly shaped identity with beliefs and values generating behaviors and creating a beneficial environment. My purpose got elucidated and I create power and pleasure, very simply so living my live in the chunked up versions of those terms…Power does not mean over others. It encompasses wealth and health and emotional intelligence and connecting meaningfully with others.
We remind ourselves to aspire to and achieve excellence while discarding perfectionism and perfectionists.
We will not take judgements and criticisms personally as they come from others and not ourselves. We will not assume anyone to have our same set of beliefs and values. We will focus and do our best in as many areas as possible, keeping track of efforts and results.
b (1):fidelity to one’s promises (2): sincerity of intentions
a (1): belief and trust in and loyalty to God (2): belief in the traditional doctrines of a religion
b (1): firm belief in something for which there is no proof (2): complete trust
: something that is believed especially with strong conviction; especially: a system of religious beliefs <the Protestant faith>
— on faith
: without question <took everything he said on faith>
Oh we must protest here!
Firstly, we have thrown out trust; baby, bathwater and all!
We can only go on a person’s reliability. When they give their word to do something, do they keep it and how consistently it happens.
Most atheists I have encountered-there have been hundreds-attempted God and religion to no avail. No amount of praying and openmindedness reveal a God who had their back. On a good day, some folks showed up to help and usually the person got their strategy together and succeeded. Other times no amount of faithful practice and belief resulted in a desired outcome…why? There IS NO GOD except the bullshit in your head.
Certainly there is no Judeo-Christian(lol, previously demonstrated as an erroneous term), Abrahamic God. No Jesus ever existed
Have no faith in the Lord, except below my belt line when I love you my dear. For he is the Lord of the night and pleasure and the true strength of the flesh!!!
The Lord of the Old and New Testaments is a mixed bag, really a mish mosh of Old Mesopotamian deities and Hellenistic and Egyptian dying gods. All a contrivance. Maybe good for some old fashioned hijacking of entity workings…most of which will not find its way into the minds of the muggles. All bullshit contrived for your paternal yearnings.
So much of this garbage is extolled by women, sometimes I think it’s their daddy complex and their wanting to be saved by someone. Oh my princess, await my coming to your rescue.
So let’s dispense with faith maybe except- b (1): fidelity to one’s promises (2) : sincerity of intentions.
Enough written about this shit. And I mean no insult to shit, which does have good use sometimes.
: a power that is believed to control what happens in the future
: the things that will happen to a person or thing : the future that someone or something will have
This one gets me wondering…
The first one is kinda scary and may have some roots in faith, especially in a negative intent.
Maybe the second one has more plausibility?
Maybe it’s something to get experienced after the acceptance of faith and a God toilet of predestination?
Maybe it’s just another bullshit term best rooted in dismissal?
Certainly if we dismiss faith we may not consider our fates after the fact????
The most favored context has to do with help and approval from God…once again, what God? What’s the mythology here? Usually it is the bastardized form of the YahWeh-Jesus myth mess. People seem to love to give credit for subjectively favorable events which happen to their version of the imaginary friend…Fuck. How much could you be out of touch with the fruits of your own efforts? Does it come down to the prevailing thought that you do “the footwork” and “God” is in charge of the results? So carrying this a step further, have you set an intention and pushed an enchantment with a definite set of results desired? So how does this mechanism work? Enchantment and/or Invocation/Prayer?
The “magical” apologists among the “live and let live” throng would like to include everyone in the general context it seems…Well, OK. It causes the wondering at effectiveness of results…do you suppose?
At one point, I began blessing myself in several ways by writing down things I had gratitude from. Then I began to count my “blessings”, devoid of a God form or Supreme Identity. This went further in me extending my best wishes…er, intentions toward others, regardless of their approval or opinion (Uh oh, was I going against their will for themselves?)
In the end, for the sake of clarity, I dropped my usage of the word for personal communication, using instead, words less abstracted and more to the point of actual intentions and event occurrences. When used the word usually evokes the Abrahamic God nonsense out of folks and I really like staying away from it and it’s semantic cesspool.
noun mir·a·cle \ˈmir-i-kəl\
: an unusual or wonderful event that is believed to be caused by the power of God
: a very amazing or unusual event, thing, or achievement
: an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs
: an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment
Christian Science: a divinely natural phenomenon experienced humanly as the fulfillment of spiritual law
This word is another unnecessary embellishment adjective. Really there are no miracles. Perhaps there is an art to working wonders and that might get called thaumaturgy. The word is used primarily to give credit to the non-existent Christian “god” for anonymous or prayed for wonders. Occurrences which seemingly have a low probability. These things happen naturally and are usually explainable rationally or scientifically and when not, it’s just a matter of the lack of technology or science to explain them. All else is bullshit.
the principle of life, feeling, thought, and action in humans, regarded as a distinct entity separate from the body, and commonly held to be separable in existence from the body; the spiritual part of humans as distinct from the physical part.
the spiritual part of humans regarded in its moral aspect, or as believed to survive death and be subject to happiness or misery in a life to come:
arguing the immortality of the soul.
the disembodied spirit of a deceased person:
He feared the soul of the deceased would haunt him.
the emotional part of human nature; the seat of the feelings or sentiments.
a human being; person.
high-mindedness; noble warmth of feeling, spirit or courage, etc.
the animating principle; the essential element or part of something.
This term is a tragic irrational. We have no soul as defined here. This doesn’t negate the occurrence of an information stream or consciousness artifact which has a remnant after our deaths. A stream or events which represented our footprint in these. However, we don’t scientifically have the technology as yet to identify and verify this. Thus, at this point all this is erroneous and a waste of time as a noun in language.
All the effort devoted to the nonsense of these three words gets wasted. It seems we’ll stay better off not using them and defining and identifying our happiness and live our lives and posit our attitudes with gratitude and love rather than attempting to get esoteric unnecessarily, especially when the words primarily espouse one of the most deadly and destructive belief system viruses known to mankind.