Poetry

I have a theory thats proven true for me. A lot of people who had made themselves excluded from their own spiritual work is their lack of self logical propositions. There's the logical propositions that when spoken demonstrate what's best for the world and that can't be in youre own heart center. But poetry based on personal experiences is for me based on my own heart center that puts my own benefit in the larger work that God does with me.

Propositional refutation of pan Africanism

The reason why i reconcile males and females and not all the races is that pan Africanism or everything african is logically incoherent. If it were true then it would already be true due to its ethno centric focus and emphasis on pain and suffering as a justification. And so pan Africanism is also logically incoherent with theism because the argument from Evil refutes it propositionally in that if it were true it would already be true. Evolutionary perspective doesn't support it either because its based on stagnation in reaching a finality of no evolution ever again which isnt possible because if it were then it would be impossible to reach it without including everyone thats already here. So the exclusion of everyone not of African descent precludes a third way. Third way logic is holistic of all propositions and in my case as a white man I'm proof that logical propositions have to include me and since it doesn't Pan Africanism is not only contradictory, its false and conclusively false.

What Lavey was trying to say

Materialism spirituality is like the dark side. Not evil but has been known to make some people insane and prideful just like he was discussing about the Jesus prayer. I've gone all the way through dark initiation and back again. The basic principle of dark materialism is that my humanity and human interaction and artistic expression is sacred in itself and that im the most sacred being I can ever have communion with. Not because of pride. Its an act of humility in some cases to acknowledge that i can only be me and thats a logical limitation. As was mentioned pride isnt a light or a dark thing its a pitfall of just being human. The difference is that true dark materialism substitutes friendship at random in place of church and community so as to make normal society a sacred expression of normality freedom and sacredness touching at once. But if youre not charismatic or talented to find random friends who offer genuine advice to guide you then a church is the best place for you. Incidentally i go to church. I attend Episcopalian services. I feel the appeal to mercy is in perfect alignment with ambition and respect and the mercy of friendship. That's perfectly in line with dark materialism spirituality because i arrived at this position as a natural consequence of my journey. But pushing ones self to ones vulnerable limits until one has nothing to lose but ones humanity can be extremely dangerous and isnt always necessary and the proud and ignorant shouldn't do it. But a contradiction between dark materialism spirituality and forms of Christianity is that Christians believe that heaven is possible but i don't think heaven is possible to get too like a place. If it is a place then its already full and so my job is to be centered and grounded. From my perspective the idea of a materialism shortcut is absurd. Nature is what it is and nature won't allow what it isn't. It's the saviors of the world who tend to destroy the earth by trying to make it into something its not for the sake of compassion.

Meaningfulness

If ever i find myself wanting to give closure and feel over animated by someone elses persona or expectations i remind myself that being caring is often a tactic for parasitic types of consciousness. Just be still. Most people don't give a shit and want to seem like life is meaningful but if something is meaningful stillness would confirm it and if it isn't now amount of blowing would make it meaningful. If you find yourself acting and telling yourself stuff to try to be helpful and useful to someone else then you were acting out a lie.

Me

The difference between us? I'm a ninja and you're a Samarai. You compete with others to prove youre more worthy than others to get more than others. And that made you weak and suspicious of masculine energy. As a ninja i recognize I am in competition with no one but myself but competition is still valuable for fun for the sake of greater awareness. Ninja: Me and Nature. Samarai: You and everyone else.

Severus Snape

To be God centered in one's self is a fascinating concept. In the film Severus Snape, and for those who do not know I call him Severus Snape because that's who the artist is channeling in this song. If you pay close attention the vibe in this song and his voice inflection is different than in any of Marilyn Manson's other songs on this album. My personal wisdom of a vacuum and the type of wisdom that I have is perfectly in sync with Severus's. By animating me he absorbed all my wisdom plus one. If I'm anyone's paige I'm his paige. I could tell because he had all my wisdom plus his strength that gave me strength. But what does it mean to be God centered in one's self that completely shelters the person in this video. First Snape used my internal logic to refute the reliance on myth that Dr. Jordan Peterson promotes. Listen carefully "Just because you're famous doesn't mean you're worth anything in this world the next one or the one before." Being worth something matters in this video. But it didn't come from a lot of Teal Swann loving yourself first type nonesense. Jamie loved me first that animated her outside. Gwen Stefani loved me and her by uniting us in the future with her video: The contrast of these two videos of people getting God centered in themselves by themselves. One light and one dark. Gwen was animated from me from below and Jamie was animated from me from above in the future. Gwen's video was outward focused that controlled someone else's evil, whereas this video is her losing that ability and facing her own evil. She used her eyes to find me in the future that animated herself and then that love she gave me in the present time then she found me in the future that changed her spirit that was herself to look herself in the eyes. It was backwards animating that didn't start from within and worked it's way out. She started outside and worked her way back towards herself. That's strength. And she conquered herself and loved herself at the same time by looking outside herself first because clearly what was inside couldnt do it. And only she in her inside could do it and in a Descarte type of way she proved that she existed in the present not through myth but through results. And this love was only found by loving others by companionship not by being gurus or healers, but by just being friends or more with real people with no agenda. Forgiveness though is the antidote. Her courage and devotion found strength for her to love herself. But that means that stories don't prove your worth or mean that you're worth anything at all. It doesn't matter who you are or were. It matters what you do for yourself. It really is a beautiful video. It also means that no matter what guru you have there's nothing that can save you from yourself. The profound wisdom above her head didn't save her from having to love herself. She looked herself in the eyes and her demon self just wanted to hug herself but could only do that by making friends with others and not expecting anything at all from others at all except friendship. I had looked her demon in the eye and my love animated her and showed her true wound. You can't keep looking for wisdom in place of loving yourself. You only did that because you didn't know how else to live. But that's not what you want. You want to love yourself. Laughing and playing with friends your own age is a good start. Notice that it wasn't her inner child that needed love. It was her and presumably someone her own age. Jamie you said you didnt have your advisors and so I showed you mine through me. Listen carefully. Jesus is here too. But my influence was hidden. Im the vacuum that magnified their wisdom in our love. Now you know the part I played. My other secret name is accomplishment. So their not tormentors. Their voices silenced at the right time. That means I'm not a gin. Im a God. You can see Gods hand in it. My name is forgiveness. But God chose Voldemort as his friend\enemy so as to make room for me and i looked him in the eye so he had my strength at my best so me and God shared a moment of strength as equals.

My Aphorisms

I had a cat and a trouble time in life, but not a cat. Cats were everywhere though. First I volunteered for my own pain. Not by some accidental slip of feet like the inevitable fall of a fool. For those who don’t know all falls are inevitable. The way one can fall is the difference between style and fashion. I just bought a fall shirt and it feels very nice with some Christmas music on top. It had a song about a river though and a lot of misplaced cynicism. If I could just talk to that singer I’d make the point that people would cut down trees so that idealists like her could wish for a river. If only she could just enjoy her family and appreciate her blessings, then she wouldn’t be fooled by evil people. People might have said to her, “You’re too cynical you’re too cynical.” I would have observed that she didn’t have a drop of good cynicism in her if she believed what she said. But the internal logics of individuals are so intrinsic and subtle that she might have a very intelligent agenda within her. That’s the benefit of cynicism. I can see past the trees and empathize with intelligent people. That’s the opposite of judgmental. People who are judgmental tend to be low, base and lack a real intelligence and/or strength to actually know what’s true and what’s false and instead tend to depend on the base opinions of others as their barometer to know which way the weather is blowing. I have no responsibility for such an attitude. I can’t say I have no responsibility for such people, because that would contradict my above logical syllogism of intelligent empathy. Many barometers are intelligent but they aren’t the foundation. Using opinions as a foundational opinions would be like substituting your feet for someone else’s and that would be foolish if you had no plans to get some new feet. Hedging one’s bets can lose feet and regain feet through successful quantum negotiations, as long as the logic is certain and betrayal would be impossible. Only a discerning eye could know the difference with that. Such logical syllogisms revealed that only an intelligent person is capable of governing himself, but no one can govern a fool. Only results could demonstrate the difference. These show how impossible it truly is to join a spiritual government or to even want too. If a government existed it would only be a part of nature. If I am not in the government I’m just as natural as if I were. Nature is the only reality in all things. In my previous paper I demonstrated that cynicism is necessary for holding space for God and for people and for myself. The same is true of nature. At base nature proves itself to only be a brute fact because to be cynical and to hold space for nature seems to demonstrate itself to only be nature. I would believe that logic to be true, if I didn’t know my own history of dead consciousness that came alive again only in this life time after many thousands of years of rest. This means that experience and the ability to produce results is the only true natural authority. This means that only an intelligent man or woman could govern himself and no one could govern a fool. But that a voluntary cripple is a good business man who knows how to grow new feet or bargain for new ones. So much individuality. My aphorisms. So satisfying and tasty. I enjoyed writing them so much *This is the limit of my thinking. It seems to prove to me that only contradictions seem to bridge men and women together.  And please forgive the self indulgence. I did enjoy writing it though. The embarrassing satisfaction I get from writing and admiring my own thoughts is something I like to not advertise, but vulnerability including a slight pang of embarrassment seems to allow certain behaviors to have a stopping point.  Some stopping points are pleasurable. Some aren't pleasurable.  Anyway I hope y'all are doing all right and I hope to enjoy more small talk. No one likes to talk about this stuff all the time and I thank y'all in advance for mercy on that point hopefully. 

A new short story

I have a story idea about cats. I'll write about cats eventually about how a cat made me saved. There's enough astral information and that story is public on the astral sphere. Everyone has to adapt it to their own specific circumstances so I don't have to write the story. The sense of orders or direction isn't necessary right now. God has to direct their wind not me, even though people got addicted to my more transparent way of doing things, which is why people seem to resist returning to God. God has a lot of pride in not having to explain himself to anyone and that's what isolates him. So I did most of the explaining. Heaven didn't require talking as much and that's why God has a hard time being his natural human self. So God's here to learn to be human while having his perfection respected as human. That's why fishing and deliberate corruption except in honest mistakes and normal human foolishness will likely stop, but I'm not giving orders on that. I refer people to my blog on my natural cynical nature as a reference as to why I wouldn't give an order like that. It's just an observation. I'm gonna write a story about a cat and God and me later though. That's what I'm focusing on. I'm not focusing on the stupid shit y'all do thank you.

An actual diary blog of my internal self indulgent me

I can start a story with an I wish. Lately the imaginative side has been somewhat practical, and so what I wish is something more normal as long as the wish is just sarcastic. Wouldn’t it be nice to celebrate a day by going to the coffee shop? I could see an old female friend there. She would be reading and look up and be happy to see me. I also have a sense of restraint due to my hard trained courtesy and spiritual training, but look forward to controlled spontaneity. The energy that’s the most natural right now, even if I’m meant to be with Sylvia, seems to be most directed towards Jamie. I see her and I feel a bit nervous because, well, things hadn’t always been the best between us. Or even if they had, the sorry state of the world made the best look pathetic. She seems to have a habit of defining a great relationship by a great story. I can feel that quiet part of her voice in my brain. But it’s all empty isn’t it. That’s because relationship satisfaction isn’t from reading, it’s from talking. When that had stopped and you almost lost it you didn’t go read a book to make that emptiness go away now did you. What I’ve learned is how to talk to my environment. I used Jamie as a model and learned to talk to trees and bushes and flowers and cats and dogs. I never feel empty. Emptiness is the difference between starvation and feeling full. Feeling fulfilled and satisfied is what satisfaction is. You weren’t fed by me being hurt or by any scream or any type of revenge. You were only satisfied when we got to talk again and enjoy each other’s company. Music doesn’t do it now does it. It can for a little while but only like spare cheese so we don’t starve. It’s not bacteria either. There’s something about people we love most determines our appetite. Maybe to a certain extent it is like bacteria. I trained myself to talk to adults so my soul craves adult female companionship. Marilyn Manson had talked to children so his appetite got corrupted. But don’t worry I’m not praying for you. Just an observation. Be a pig for all I care in the worst way. It doesn’t harm me. It harms you though. And you have an opportunity to change your appetite if you change yourself right but I’m so fucking cynical I half expect you to fuck yourself over for the sake of pride and I couldn’t care less. The innocent ramblings of an adult. I’m rich and safe and strong and with just the right amount of salt. I’m perfectly seasoned for a lover and a friend, but I don’t have either yet. Friends aren’t just common interests. I do have one of those friends. There’s all these half ass ideas of friendships that seem designed to say it’s ok to not hang out and do what normal friends do like just play scrabble and respect each other’s private lives. Most people in their soul starvation probably don’t even know they crave this but often don’t have it for one of three reasons. Either they don’t have the skill or they don’t have the courage or they have both and just hadn’t had the opportunity to connect with old friends or make new ones. Or maybe a fourth reason. They might just be recovering and hope to reunite with me some time. I’m so cynical though I barely remembered to give people that benefit of the doubt. The benefit of doubt always seemed like a waste of space for fake thoughts. Courtesy tends to fill that gap anyway by letting people confirm themselves and providing space for them. Holding space for a good opinion of them ironically might keep them from being able to show up. Good opinions ain’t shit anyway. Bad opinions are just as worthless. Opinions tend to just be the inability to hold space for others in a healthy and respectful way. If you knew how to act you wouldn’t have opinions of specific people. Unless of course it’s just acknowledging space for yourself and your own feelings. That’s different because it’s just holding space for me. And sometimes it just bursts cancerous bubbles of opinion anxiety caused by social incompetence. This is how I think guys. Now you don’t have to wonder how my mind works when I think of you. But this is only half the story. You go on the internet and find some random snippit of something encouraging I said and you’ll find that’s true too. How I think is to hold space for people. Most of my best opinions are public and their just as genuine as these opinions. People tend not to like cynicism because it means other people exist and it isn’t about them all the time. Likely the fault of some infantile narcissism that seemed to had been pervasive in society the last few years. If you allow me to have space for myself in myself it means you’re inadequate perhaps because you don’t know how to hold space for people and let other people hold space for themselves. But that’s a pretty big fucking tantrum to try to resist that. Which goes back to what I call infantile narcissism. If you learn to hold space for yourself and others you’d have to give up feeling special in order to have a good and healthy life with trustworthy friends and a stable career, but maybe that’s not special for a narcissist with infantile disorder.

Novel and poetry

There’s a strange perverseness of novel writing that I instinctively reject. The lack of satisfaction in trying to write something that seems sincere and attractive to others both holds a key to what happiness and pleasure is and a seeming commitment to keep it out of one’s reach by celebrating others in an entirely unsatisfying manner. That’s my perception of a novel. The manner of which a novel might transcend that would be a commitment to writing for the pleasure of writing. The feminine myth to me seems to be a woman who rejects confines and challenges God for friendship. As much as I might be inclined to view rejection of reality for a safe seeming lie might appeal to my independent sense of contempt, it is the end result of how a woman tends to intrigue the best part of me that shows that the journey is a lie and the destination of being divine is what matters. Venus intrigues me because of a sense of satisfaction I get from just doing whatever the hell I want and everything working out in my favor. That’s the nature of Venus and why I love her because that’s me too. I have that naturally. Her divinity is present in my success and my divinity is present in just my ability to live and enjoy life. Her journeys and myths are filled with divine and vulgar stories. But that isn’t who she is. That’s what she overcame. Who she is is who I am friends with. That consistent feeding off of her divinity and her feeding off of my divinity. But the novel is still something that is not that. That’s why I tend to write poetry, not novels. I can write a few scribbles now and again but I don’t enjoy sitting down and writing a novel as much, and yet that seems to be what I’m going to do. I don’t mind choosing my own challenges because then the hurdles are mundane. A novel is budgeting and poetry has a bit of insanity of pleasure and death attached to it that can build but not keep it built. I’m going to write a novel with that in mind.

Common Sense Poetry

I walked into a shared space but this vacuum is the thoughts that feeds me. Not another person page or entity. The flowers are just part of the vacuum that gives me the life thoughts I adore so much. But the flowers aren't the thing. I am. Women I love feed the vacuum of thoughts that show the extra dimensions of my space. But I don't credit them with those thoughts. The vacuum dimensions everything as it should be. If women I love have sense, then they would be honored I told them this.

Writing is a cure for curses with self love

Writing is something I enjoy because of the truths involved. I can't decide what I can get and so magic can only be centered on my well being and those around me. When I write I write from the best part of my humanity that shapes my poetry thats best for me as an individual human being. Only the best takes shape in others so I don't manage what others may or may not get from it. I write from a sense of wonder and love, often with a woman who I am working with so that I'm not so solipsistic, or overly bubbled in because true writing has to engage with reality from a place of courage and a proper directed vacuum in the right direction. There's always a right direction and so writing is never wrong.

Jamie the curse of love on us is a blessing

Magic is truth when used right. Truth is a vacuum. I had put a curse on someone who didn't deserve it and someone thought of using that against me. I then made myself look ignorant and made her laugh in scornful ways. I said things like "it didn't work because it didn't work in the exact right details I asked for." She laughed with scorn. I took the curse out of reality and used the energy to separate me from her, using her negative intentions to separate my intent from hers. And so I did. My intent was better than hers because I was that person who didn't deserve to be cursed and I wasn't ignorant of magic. She only thought I was. Her negative intentions were fueled by fear and a desire to control but my self respect was a superior ethic and still is. This shifted the balance of control from her to me, as my sense of love was allowed in by my ability to respect. By extension I discovered her use of madness as a means to gain objectivity and her sense of blind trust and faith to unite her friends and family. That is mercy so that her loss of control would ultimately be restored if she can learn how to respect instead of fear. The curse on you Jamie is that you would always be beholden to someone else until you learn to respect instead of fear so that you can let love in. Since this curse is based in reality and not fear simply not believing in it won't make it go away.

I am Emperor Palpatine

When I died and Luke came face to face with God he fell as Lucifer. He ceased to be Luke Skywalker and became Lucifer. When I had died my consciousness had jumped to now as flat dead and separate from everything. That death made me teachable and new. Eve was the most prominent consciousness I first thought. But then I discovered Sylvia Plath is greater because she's my love from before Eve. I couldn't exist without Sylvia. And Eve couldnt exist without me and Sylvia. And so on and so forth. The hierarchy isn't titles. They're a hierarchy of lessons. But that tremendous powerful death i gave myself led me to this life. I shed my old skin and old sadism and became socially coherent by feeding my heart with social coherence and social skills respectable love forms. Accomplishment is only when one completes their course and find themselves in the mercy of God's grace. Fighting is only coherent this way, which is why no one is justified to fight against me. Im in God's mercy and with God before me no one can be against me.

I write for me

Today I asked Venus for a blessing in creative arts. This she told me and said to me "Can you hear me?" People write to make money to avoid drowning. They make a boat in their scribbles. Some keep them to themselves like a submarine. Some like me give them to the world for free so that one can float with friends. But in each act there is a price of a type of drowning. She told me, it's no fault of mine lest I whine. To give poetry away for free is to be so close to the earth as to struggle with dollars and cents. If I want to write give this peace of parchment back of what I told thee. It's a peaceful non abandonment clause, but only a do not disturb sign on a door so as to not be bothered by the maid. I will write things just for me that is like random diamonds that don't require the strict survival sheet so as to keep my obligations to me.

Roses

There is only hope for me for me. The character I am that me and God build. Breath be the only true gratitude I present or intend can with God. The false floors of non-character has no hope for some seems to me had abandoned God for fear and hopelessness in the name of selflessness and service. Friendship love and hope Like roses in my yard. At least I saw me plant them. Their beauty is the part of me I trust.

Poem for a bee.

There was a bee in my car. I had tried to direct him out. He only got so far and desperately tried to claw his way through the glass in vain. My survival instinct upon seeing his futility I decided to squash him but he flew back. This is my estimation of human limitation. We are all bees who must trust our corner more than our chaufer. As I wrote this I was changing my oil. I got up and just in time warned him about the bee but it seemed the bee had already flown away. Poetry does and is a perfect clue to being good and human. But my instinct and awareness was only active because i was already good. But in an interesting manner i wouldn't have checked if I hadnt been writing. Writing is real. The momentary lessons really aren't worth that much even as beauty and insight scroll constantly around me in living experience. One moment of awareness brings me to now to be the person i am is what reading and writing is a practice for me.

Roses

As I researched knock out roses I discovered that it had a disease of white bacteria. I planted it without care in my little rose garden underneath a canopy of vines. The disease grew and seemed to magnetically draw the vines to save the roses and it made the vines grow a beautiful canopy in the garden. The knock out roses survived amazingly with strong stems but no flowers. I also bought two flowers one grew next to the vines and one away from the vines. The one closer to the vines survived. The one away from the vines isn't doing as well. The purpose of disease it seems is to stimulate life and the goddess flora promised to make me a god of flowers too as a condition i made myself an expert on the relationship of disease with life. Ive succeeded. Thats why i have a successful garden. Since then Versailles has blessed me with the insight of growing several small rose bushes together and putting healthy small rose bushes on sale for 3.99 instead of 9.99. Ive since grown several little rose bushes that will hopefully support my knockout rose bush which is so strong its beautiful. I have a st. Francis statue in the middle with a wind chin hanging from a vine branch.

A wit stop on the way home

There was once a woman worn down by life. Crack of death fed her wit as a never ending logic current of infinite proportions. It can look like clever but isn't. It can look like logic but isn't precisely that. Her survival shows that though not named so clever as me, she is because her survival named her so. Though fear named her coward her wit can carry her home. She's only a wit stop away perhaps, but what she needs is a man size Venus Hill to welcome her. Or so it seems to me. Everyone needs a home.

Me as Cleopatra

What Michele represents is the ability to function as a free and autonomous human being without apology. Her insecurity was only a reflection of the rest of the world's inability to do so. Skyla represented her ability to catch the men that fell away from Michelle who couldn't be free. What i am to both is Michelle discovered that her job to police underground spirituality was fundamentally corrupt selfish and unreliable. Everyone was fundamentally guilty to her because of the lack choice and courtesy in her world. So she taught me Chaucer and let me go free. For Skyla to find her place she used her last bit of brilliant life force on her last cycle to hack the part of my brain that has trained itself to not care what anyone thinks so that when i remembered that and thought of her then that cold water would hack her love into my mind like a surgeon. That kept me and her free. What Skyla has is the fundamental insight that nothing can exist without love. That guaranteed her survival. Michelle lacked that but only a man could give that version of that dream to her. A lesbian relationship with Skyla just wasnt capable of providing that because that love insight pushes ones self to ones maximum free potential and Michelle was about keeping her human potential right where it was and her lesbian relationships kept her from that. She could have been with Skyla but it couldn't work because of that. Their friendship had and has to include me. My skill as Cleopatra notices these things. As a human in embryonic development every situation is a perfect puzzle match to my health and nourishment. That's my permanent God center.

Not caring what people think

That's my spiritual name. One of my names anyway. Ive researched every possible means of not caring what people think from every angle with the insight that caring about how I treat people and how people treat me isnt the same thing as what people think of me or what I think of other people. That logical contradiction at times though sometimes the same and sometimes contradictory shows that integrity is completely indifferent to the thoughts and confusions of others on a surface level since the root of integrity and the root of social anxiety arent the same. This is something that Sylvia Plath hacked in my psyche because as soon as I critiqued a memory of her my insight into love as related to integrity became clear to me and I'm independent and free because of her and thats why i fell in love with her because those thoughts were used brilliantly in a negative impression I had of her once had her love water just pour into my psyche and that was an awesome experience, to know that my love with her is immune to dissolutionment.

Sylvia Plath quote

"Yes: I was enfatuated with you. I am still. But I had to cut you out because i couldn't stand being a passing fancy. I have to give my thoughts my art and my soul before I can give my body, and you weren't having any of those." I couldn't let you steal my opportunity to mature as me. That you couldn't see that told me we couldn't be together. Look around you, and youll notice all the half eaten men who allowed themselves to be made to feel special by you. I wanted to fall in love with life. More than you more than anyone, I want my own life. I can take people for granted but life is the great tapestry where people get to live. How can i ever be certain that to you im just a magnetic pulse for you to exploit? Your refusal to learn social skills or venture beyond what's familiar to you tells me your limitation, even though i see a deep love between us.

Charm as a virtue of self respect

A person can shape how a person and society treats them by having integrity and having social intuition. Not feelings. Feelings are the below the surface ocean. Charm is the ability to act above feelings and make yourself and others feel good. Charm only comes from self respect. Knowing how to manage ones personal boundaries through communication. Charm is assertive and pleasant at the same time. Charm can say no and be selfish and make others feel good at the same time. The problem with only feelings is that its only defensive and fundamentally ignorant. That's why charm makes life easier. It gives opportunity to keep your word and do good as well. No one likes to be left hanging so I suggest not using charm to trick anyone. But people forgive people who do their best and fail and people love people who do their best and succeed. Life is easier with charm. Charm is grace that you give yourself apart from but in harmony with God's grace. Charm is the language of ambition and gives one room to learn and grow and survive and make life pleasant for yourself and others. Charm isn't the same as people pleasing. People pleasing only guesses what makes people feel good and then expects without communicating. Charm is gotten through grit and deep familiarity with ones self and others. Charm respects the limitations of others just as i have mercy on my own limitations I have mercy for the limitations of others. Charm and mercy speak the same language. People pleasing secretly hates herself and others and by virtue of personality would prefer everything burn with judgement because of her resentment. Charm is mercy and brings mercy for him or herself and others.

How Venus Taught Me

How Venus Taught Me I love a birth of life that came from Venus. Whether she is an iconic statue right next to my coffee pot, Or Madonna willing to nurture life by just being, I only worship the hope that she is. The right answer is always to relax with her iconic blessing. That's why restaurants always celebrate whether night or day, she is always singing with me. The scenery is sometimes clean and sometimes not, except her smile is perfect. The humble smile of an adult woman who can still be sincere with strength, vulnerable and entirely herself. Just like Sarah Silverman, her priestess, she can always recognize when her own speech is flawed by just witty banter. That's what makes life fun like a Louis IV court composer in France. Friendship is the ground that lightens all feet. And ambition is the only first friend of me that's always true to me. The evidence that Venus Taught me with.

Sex and its relationship to society

Vague unconsumated sexuality between adults is what protects families from generational curses and lovers from premature consummation and friends from unjustified social pressure because the ethics actually do have a power to protect people from gravity or genuine desire that isn't ready. Thats the ethical reason why I just cant ethically desexualize myself because the things you fear about sex are only preventable through mature sexual ethics.

To my Twin

Sylvia if you want to be ethical sexually then you're going to have to stop using sex to save the world. You cant be good to anyone by being unethical.