Sex, Truth, and Masculinity
The secret to authentic masculine power is hidden in sex.
I’m not talking about sexual intercourse or about how to give her an orgasm. I’m talking about the fact that this universe is 100% electromagnetic and that electricity is the masculine side of the equation. Magnetism is the feminine side.
Electricity creates magnetic fields, and magnetic fields create electricity. A coin has 2 sides too, which is a metaphor for how the Singularity is one, but appears as two polar opposites
The electric current discharges light/energy from a negative (feminine) pole to a positive (masculine) one: a pulse. The negative magnetic (feminine) field is a toroidal ring that curves around the positive electric (masculine) pulse, like a doughnut around your finger. The masculine aspect of the toroidal ring is straight, centrifugal, analytical and expressive. The feminine is curved, centripetal, intuitive and receptive. The toroidal ring contains every letter of the alphabet as a line or a curve, or both.
The Electricity Model of Relationship
Therefore, if you want to be fully masculine, understanding the primacy of electricity is essential. I have observed and now comprehend the dynamics of pulse, followed by, rest. This simple fact has rocked my world.
She is the Earth; he is the Sun. Every morning she stretches and opens to his glorious light and warmth. She cannot get enough of his light and love. He penetrates her with his love, and she incubates and nurtures his masculine power – returning the favor with children, food and openhearted warmth.
In our world, we are witnessing the long-term effects of emotional and sexual obstructions between men and women. The current long-suffering narrative of how the Patriarchy has fucked women over so badly, and dominated them so brutally, has made the feminist movement inevitable.
Are men just selfish pricks who don’t care about women and only want to get laid? Looks like the sisters have had to retreat among themselves, become lesbians, and maintain solidarity in the absence of real men in order to protect their sanity. I do agree that men can be pricks, but the problem is much more terrible than this.
Down and Dirty Truth
The problem is the failure of us men, and women, to understand ourselves at the deepest and most fundamental level. Instead of red blooded men and women who are passionate and powerful, we have labels and political categories for each other. Instead of mutual respect and emotional/spiritual intimacy and support, we have poor me, fuck you, which is simply blame and withdrawal.
Women hate men because we betrayed them. We betrayed them because we betrayed ourselves. We betrayed ourselves when we believed the lies that we were told by those who were also lied to: our parents, priests and professors.
Forget about those liars, no matter how well-meaning they might have been. The real problem comes from those who unquestionably believe them. Who cares what liars say, anyway? They can safely be ignored because they are irrelevant to solving the problem.
What cannot be ignored is what you are as a man.
As a man you are:
• Alive as the power and brilliance of love, care and protection
• Polarized as the masculine pole of electrically-charged power and intention
• The husband caretaker of the vineyard of the feminine
• The seed bearer who impregnates the earth with vision, purpose and destiny
• The masculine bank which steadfastly bears the weight of the passionately tumultuous feminine river of love, grace and beauty.
We have forgotten that Life is sacred, that love is central to all life, and that we have the power to overcome the loveless agendas of this world.
Light up the Dark
Women hate men for very good reasons. As men, we are obligated to respond well. We didn’t see ourselves clearly so we couldn’t see them. Those days are over. It is urgently necessary that all men, everywhere, step-up by immediately abandoning all notions of manhood that ignore the core reality of masculinity: Light.
What the woman needs more than anything is the light and warmth of your living heart to shine in the cavernous darkness of her infinite nature. Otherwise, she eats you alive in her contempt. That’s Kali, the East-Indian Goddess of destruction. She wears the skulls of those she has slain around her neck.
The feminine is dark, cold and aloof. She is starving to death, shivering in the cold emptiness of your muted Light. She does have her own Light and she doesn’t actually need yours, but most don’t know that. All she knows is that it’s cold.
What happened to you? What do you shine your Light on? Video games? Porn? Alcohol? What happened to your good intentions?
She doesn’t want you to worship her or to make her the central focus of your life. That’s just the conventional, default position she takes absent her own spiritual development. Worshiping her is the version that men fall prey to when what they want is too small.
She wants you to meet your highest calling as a man; she wants to see the results of your sincere devotion to truth and love. She wants you to love her properly and completely. How so?
You do this by “installing structural supports and bulkheads in her terrain” designed to correctly hold and contain her watery passion. Otherwise, the river floods the village when dikes and levees are absent or damaged. You are the river bank who will either build the waterways and aqueducts or drown with the rest of the villagers.
