You know that voice that niggles you all day long, putting the kibosh on anything you get excited about? Well I tackled that voice and this is how. You may want to try something like this as well. It is so much fun!
You know the voice I mean - the one that says things like this when you’re excited about doing something, “Yeah, right, nobody’s going to go for that.” Or something like, “you’ll never pull that off, look how you fucked up so many things in the past”. That voice that just makes you blue.
“Yeah” you say to it, “you’re right about that. What hope do I have of ever succeeding, with my track record?”
“I don’t have his/her looks or charisma, I couldn’t do a speech, nobody would listen. They’d start looking at their cell phones and I’ll just be left talking to the wall”.
“I’m not good enough (to have a business, podcast, degree, whatever)
“I’d better just play it safe. At least what I know what I’m doing now (I’ve been doing it so long)”.
“Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t know”.
“That won’t happen in my lifetime”.
“People won’t go for that”.
Etc.
Etc.
Etc.
I love pushing boundaries, have you noticed? I can sincerely say that I hate everything about the way this earth is arranged. I think it’s for dummies. The economy for example, based on greed, based on siphoning the resources that in reality belong to everyone and no one, based on accumulation. That’s not a good thing to base an economy on! I mean come on folks, surely you can see this.
So why do we keep doing it? We’ve had oodles of time to do things differently, why aren’t we at least talking about it?
This is what is begotten by the idea that we need to “focus”. The idea of “focusing” your attention into a nice neat little line, will never give us the big picture. It’s like only focusing on the pixels individually. That’s taking a “zoom-in” view. So seriously, how can anyone possibly see the big picture like that?
In organic life, details are a field that are best handled by the male. Males’ function is to spread the seed, yes, but he has more functions than that. He is also “the builder”. He fits into that role much more easily. It doesn’t mean that ALL men are like that. Never is it that ALL of anything is the same. There will always be exceptions.
And what are women for, apart from the reproductive? Women are more suited to be designers, architects, and visionaries. I’m not just saying this to pat myself on the head because I’m a woman. We women really need to wake up to our capacities and I’m saying exactly what I think without worrying about upsetting anyone. The feminine is a strong energy yet it has been pushed down.
The most organic way to be is to work together, to complement each other. So what that the males have bigger muscles and think that’s a reason to push others around (not only that but they have the guns too) They are feckless without the input of women. In a harmonious world, men would naturally ask the input of woman because he recognizes that he has the muscles but she has the brains. Go on, have at me.
Predatory men have taken over humanity. It isn’t Biden or Trump, RJF Jnr or Netanyahu, detestable as they all are. No, it is the people around us, the people in our circles, our neighbors, relatives, work “mates”.
How to characterize people like that? I say they are on team “death, destruction and despair” (DDD). They are people who don’t mind invading your time, energy, assets, land. Those who invade our time, snitch to thug authorities, betray their fellows, lie, undermine others, compete with others, kill or threaten to kill (eg: the military, police, spy agencies, media, commentators, etc)
It is all by “ordinary people”. Maybe you’re like that too?
We see ordinary people calling out for the heads of those they obeyed. It’s so mob-like. Why do people obey these overlords and then call for their head when things go haywire? Just don’t obey them in the first place, just go live your life, forget about their silly paperwork or mandates. That is all they have over you, the belief in paperwork and the use of weapons.
But don’t forget that the ones who use those weapons, the ones who fill out that paperwork, are useless eaters just like you. All working for the overlords who puff on cigars and travel by private jet.
Anyway I digress. And let me digress some more to say that getting these ideas out to my peers cannot come out like we’re talking in a boardroom, or reading the latest news story. It’s like the difference between a city park and a meadow. The park is planned, orderly, often planted in rows or other shaped arrangements. The meadow conversely, just has plants popping up wherever there’s a space. There doesn’t seem to be any order to it (though there is but we can’t decipher it) It’s spontaneous, haphazard, random.
Well that’s how life “really” is. That’s how the feminine is. I discovered this fundamental knowledge myself and have been experimenting with it since then. It’s been one heck of a roller coaster. But I knew I was training myself for how to be when humanity was going to go through these convolutions which we’re in right now and going into them even more.
The reason for the dystopia is clear, it’s because there’s not enough feminine energy. We get feminine energy by (now dig this…) by talking to women! Dah! Dah! Isn’t that quaint. Yeah - by asking women their opinions, their views, or any other question. It’s not by men dressing as women, or men trying to be like women. Men are needed for their own-ness.
We can’t know anything if we don’t ask questions, now can we? Notice men have a reputation for not asking for directions? Well that’s because they don’t like to ask questions, period! How can anyone grow who thinks like that? And that is why they are (on the whole but extremely prevalent) not very aware.
Why do men avoid asking questions? You can hear them talking all day long and barely a question is asked even to their buddies. They especially don’t like to ask women questions, and I think it’s because they have this thing in their head, (that voice perhaps), that tells them that asking questions may make them seem dumb because it seems like they don’t know something.
I know there are many men now who are asking questions and who are trying to bring forth the feminine in their sisters and in themselves as well. We don’t too much feminine, but the right amount for a man which is roughly about 20%. That’s just an quick formula to illustrate a rough ratio. It ideally should be much less than the masculine portion (in a man) And in a woman, it’s the other way around.
The ability to see the big picture is aided by looking at things in ratios rather than instances. Citing instances in one’s argument simply admits that there are exceptions (“Oh but I know a woman who has a gun”) which only proves the generalization. Exceptions do not make a vast majority, especially when they are minuscule in number. Therefore it is a bogus equivalence.
To see the big picture, we have to see in ratios, rather than instances. That’s the bottom line. It makes things a lot easier. That’s just a tip from what I have learned during my odyssey.
But I digressed that whole time and now I’ll get back to the aim of the essay - to tell you about how I handled that nasty voice that always put the kibosh on everything I got excited about.
You may be a lot younger than me (nynah nynah I did at least get to witness the 60’s - which was mind blowing) and the introduction of television. I think it was in the 60’s that my alter ego became popular. But I hadn’t seen her until I was an adult, though I’d heard of her. She had a lot of popularity at the time.
It may seem dated now but I just looked up her movie and honestly I was giddy with delight. Can’t help it. I can see it’s kinda dated and kinda syrupy but you can’t go past that lady - she really knew what life is actually about. How can anyone be crabby around someone like Auntie Mame!
If you catch me on detail, feel free to let me know. I just noticed that it was a movie from 1958 not the 60’s, oh well, much of a muchness. But I’m not always big on detail because I am fully feminized. And I am bringing back the feminine, because I see it is almost lost.
It doesn’t mean what patriarchy defined it as, all frilly and dumb. It means other things that through the loss of it, has dulled our lives.
Well that voice I was telling you about, I got handily sick of it. I was tired of it constantly putting me down and making me feel hopeless. So I did something really fun. I turned that voice into Mame’s voice!
That nasty voice is our programming. I knew that voice would definitely keep coming and I wouldn’t be able to stop it because I’d been hearing it all my life, so I strategized that whenever it would come, I would say “darling” at the end of it, copying Mame’s charming vernacular.
Once I had decided to do that, well when the voice came up, it would sound nasty, you know, the way it does. And I would say, at the end of it, “darling”. Something like this, “you’ll never get that done” and then I would catch that voice and add, “darling” and a picture of the flamboyant Mame would appear in my head and I would literally giggle inside myself.
It always made that voice sound like it was making everything into joke, into lightheartedness just like Mame would do in her movies. It turned my entire emotional state 180 around.
That was a long time ago now, and since then I have not needed Mame’s voice anymore because I have succeeded in changing my program. I knew it was difficult for me, but I kept notes so I could pass this on. I knew it would be easier for others having someone to guide them like this instead of remaining in the dross.
Things are really quite simple. You know what makes them difficult and unnecessarily complicated? That we only ever get the one-eyed view.
