seldom do i speak of men since they like myself remain little boys far too long disappointed in mothers banishment for inappropriate touch or some such real or imagined sexual transgression. And like myself bewildered the allowance of little girls as daughters or otherwise to touch and cuddle so freely what i am denied.
Of course sex with mom as goddess or more god like than I care to imagine retrospectively would be disastrous and thus it devolves to another woman to civilize and raise up the child who inseminated her -- this new SHE -- or practice the art of procreation and who wants that life on a pedestal? Women are essentially sexual people knowing the joy and obligations thereof while men remain infantile loving little but greedy for love absolute more often than a woman who loves deeply and seldom gives the gift of her attention to little boys regardless their power or wealth; all the lures of we the rapist of mankind. Doesn't the first separation begin at first erection?
"Be fruitful and multiply" as a commandment applied from the Garden of Eden until somewhere after the Great War to End all Wars so profitable to a few who hide behind laws designated to obscure their theft of life profitable to a few whose children are never sent to the arena for the amusement of would be Kings. My bile rises which I must anoint with oils to pacify the cyclone of rage within me the many who slain paid the price for elections rigged in favor of those rapacious who still rule. A King's crown should be indicative of a consciousness/conscience for the people not for the self aggrandized and never to ask of We The People what you refuse to do yourself.
I am neither God, nor Jesus -- those thankless roles -- nor anything admirable; merely an old man who would humiliate himself to sell you your SELF. That sovereign estate implanted before birth born of mankind the only Brand worthy of your attention. . . .What you will inherit at death, hell or heaven your karma or choice. If, instead you decline the Call to be fully alive suffer your choice of living with 1/millionth part of that which you all ready own but otherwise ignore -- indifferently. I know no other way to encourage you to own yourself versus be a slave to anyone with the price of your attention.
120803 10:23 in the company of men
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