God Gets Laid, Chapter 2

Left Pillar ~ I see waves

CHAPTER 2
Left Pillar ~~~ I see Waves ~~~

Understanding

Life is Creativity in a Corset. The Supernal Mother had to pour herself into a limited version of herself to further the Manifestation Process. In other words; Boundaries are Us. We can’t live without them. Skin is the boundary of the body, but Soul reaches out much farther. We are the two divines squeezed together at the waistline of the Body of the Universe.

Understanding the Universe requires the skills of a plate spinner, the patience of a saint and the open heart of a lover. I will now attempt to explain creation to you. If it seems confusing, then I am on the right track. The problem is, creation is messy. Always has been. Always will be. Baby steps are required. Lacing up the bodice that contains Academia, Science, Religion and Modernian Culture all stuffed into one Big Fat Ess is a challenge. The result, however, is somewhat alluring.

The curves of Nature provide peace for all beings. Too bad the Humans now ruling the World are encased in square buildings with shiny chrome interiors. That is an environment sure to create anxiety; paranoia. Like trapped animals, the wealthy movers and shakers of this world are divorced from gentle shapes in their daily lives. Maybe that’s why expensive Call Girls can get so much money from them.

How to Discredit a Powerful Ess

Blame her for original sin.
Cut off her clitoris.
Take away her name.
Take her reproductive power away.
Tell the people that her sacred pig is filthy.
Tell people that her cats make scary magic.
Tell her that her sacred blood cycle is dirty.
Show the people a bleeding man who suffers and dies for them.
Substitute the gifts from the Earth with manna from Heaven.
Leave only the childlike Maiden Archetype for a female role mode.
Remand her spring celebration over to the dead guy hanging on the dead tree.
Strip away the power of Priestess-led rituals using books instead of memory.
Make her a Virgin to keep track of the masculine lineage instead of the Mothers.
Shave her head bald on her wedding night.
This takes her from Maiden to Crone with one swipe of the razor.

Burn Her Sisters Alive

These sadistic assholes lived in grand archway architecture.
Possibly my theory is missing some data.

Dead Esss

The Feminine side of the Tree has been appropriated by the Masculine for quite some time. They transgendered Oceana and Crone into Neptune and Saturn, which leaves all the ladies of the left to be represented by the Innocent Maiden in estrus. The ladies of the Center have been omitted also. Orgasm, Royalty and the Birth Mysteries have been given over the sole Masculine Proprietors. They have been trying to get childbirth too; with bottle feeding and breastfeeding shaming they already have taken control over Nurture. It’s only a matter of time until they put babies into some men.

That leads me to Feminism, which ain’t so Feminine any more. What can I say about the feminine left pillar that I could more easily describe in a Scratch and Sniff volume. Gross? We don’t like the idea of smell, do we? We are divorced from sniffing butts like dogs and armpits like cats, and yet everyone seems okay with their own farts and car exhaust and that overwhelming tire smell at the entry of a big box store. Fresh breeze is good. Can we get more of that? Fresh clean air smell is Nature’s breath but so is a field of rotting bodies after a terrible war. Oh yes, the feminine pillar has much variety to offer.

The Feminine lacks language, like animals, her domain is the physical senses and intuitive communication. Getting in touch with her requires you to ditch your ideas of normal, which consists of Logic, Reason, Points of View and Conceptual No-things. In Modernia it is illegal to use the plants that take us to Her, because we only recognize Talk, and Blardyblar. She is in great disrepute and that is why we are not allowed to use her language, which is actual sensual experience.

Psychedelics are illegal because they take us to the Forbidden Feminine Palace of Pleasure. Psychedelics cause the pause that embellish; that express the Feelia.

“Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behavior and information processing.
They open you up to the possibility that everything you know is wrong.
- Terrence McKenna” Nature is the Center of the Mandala” (1987)

Modernian esthetic is no esthetic at all. Modernian architecture requires severe edges, clean, smooth surfaces and the more neutral color, the better. TOG forbid, you should paint your house garish colors like the Mexicans (Catholics. Right?). If it cannot be weighed, measured and straightened, we don’t want it. Like conquered aborigines of all the continents, we have been subjected to the clothing of the masters. They have cut our hair short, forbade us to speak in our natural tongues (vulgar), and forced us to stay in unnatural positions for hours in the name of No-Thing. It is against Dominator law to feel the Ess (sensation). Feeling is for weaklings.

The Triple Ess

Before the 3 Pillars there was One Pillar.

This may have been the Ultimate swing to the left side of the Tree. When archeologists interpret this ancient Ess religion through the lens of Modernia, they tell us that the ancients did not know God the Father, only Gaia the Mother. They say that early people did not know that sex made babies.

Mansplaining poppycock! Even animals know that sex makes babies, otherwise why would they go through such trials and tribulations of fluffing, dancing and singing and fighting? Everyone knows, except for human children who are lied to from the moment they ask their first baby question to their Ess Mom. Parents; treat your children with respect. Tell them the truth. They can handle the truth.

“Oh sorrow, why do they lie?” I cry with back of hand to forehead. Center stage.

The above Totem Pole described cycles of maturity from bottom to the top. In the “Olden Days” people saw themselves as part of their environment. Indigenous people almost always have called themselves “The People.” They saw themselves of Nature; born, grown to maturity then old, like all of nature. They participated in life, which is replete with sex acts. Intellectual hubris brings us to ridiculous conclusions based on peniscopic, narrow perspectives. I Cronesplain the true meanings of the Feminine in the Glossary.

The Crone lived at the top of the pillar. She held the tribe together with her wisdom. She lived long because her talent was Time. Supernal Ess, She was the grandmother, with lots of information and experience. She was made from the Mist of the Universe, an overarching other, but that story is for later.

The middle circle contained the Mother. She was a womun of substance. She ran the family business. Her Modernian counterpart manages a well appointed home in the suburbs and is possibly a MILF, but also a Senator or Doctor or a Professional. Her children are old enough to take care themselves and are productive members of society. Extended family and grandmothers help raise the children so she has the space to work her J.O.B. Joy Of Being.

Whether that J.O.B. was keeping the fire going, stirring the pot or gathering roots and berries, she did not have to do any of it alone like Modernian wimmin who have been conned into the Monogamous Nuclear Family; recently invented by industry to break social bonds for their own nefarious purpose of wage slavery.

The bottom circle belonged to the Maiden. She was ready and willing to have sex. She was, and always will be, one hot piece of ass. All the men wanted her but she only allowed the chosen one, or two or three, her choice. She was hormonal and gorgeous, dripping with the Elixir of youth. In Modernia she is a slender underwear model. Old wimmin are jealous of her, men want to fuck her and she is looking for security so she can become a Milf some day. In our modern era, we have accepted pretty boys into the “the Maiden” archetype as well.

Life is Left Handed

While most humans are right-handed, our proteins are made up of lefty molecules. In the same way your left and right hands mirror one another, molecules can assemble in two reflected structures. Life prefers the left-handed version, which is puzzling since both mirrored types form equally in the laboratory. But a new study suggests that this may be because the star-forming cloud that created the first-ever biological molecule, before our sun was even born, made it left-handed. The left is feminine, so maybe the Creator is Creatrix. I can live with this!

“Why Life on Earth is Left-Handed” By Jeremy Hsu,
Astrobiology Magazine | March 23, 2009 09:41am ET

These astrobiologist scientists have looked at asteroid evidence and determined that life is literally left handed. Asteroids with a bit of water are all left-handed. The ones with no water are right-handed and there are many more of the lefties. Scientists will not take this information where I am about to take it: Water is a feminine element. The left is the feminine side of creation. It just makes sense that a left-handed being gave birth to creation.

Science is feminine. She is Gevurah, rigor, demanding proof. If you can’t prove it, she won’t believe it. We don’t realize important relationships until we understand basic energy systems. So use the Tree. Learn it in its simplest forms and that will take you far along to understanding life more clearly. I get a lot of spiritual information from the new science.

Science is the religion of the new world, and Science, the religion of atheists is getting closer to the Divine every day. In the future they will look back at our silly notion of a singular deity and chuckle as if we had not discovered electricity in our day. Every day I watch televised programs that show the vast cosmos right in front of me on the screen; and then on screen the tiniest world shows up inside a raindrop because of a macro lens. We send our ‘God Eyes’ out via telescopes and microscopes and then within our world and see how everything alive is created by sex and then we foolishly decide that a masturbating Man-God made all of creation, alone without a receptacle for his jizz. Receptacle is key.

Science is in the process of proving what mystics have been illustrating for eons. There are worlds within world within worlds. No invisible single guy ever shot his wad into nothing to make a boy and a ghost. That is just stupid.

The One Male Light God religions have brought us some unwanted qualities like; the killing of the Holy Present Moment; a pervasive fear of death; Light pollution (fear the dark, light the night sky); the isolation of the ‘winner’ as good, loser as bad; male identification of nature; disrespect of other species; justified violence in pursuit of a ‘target;’ hubris with impunity.

If everything were God, then there would be no thing, only light. Because the masculine form of Divinity is invisible, linear, moving, blazing through nothing to nowhere, etc.…

The Devil Sits at the Left Hand of God

Is it odd that left-handed people have been feared and hated for hundreds of years? School children have been punished for being left-handed? Evil spirits lurk over the left shoulder – throw salt over this shoulder to ward them off. A left-handed toast is an implicit curse on the victim. In Islam the left hand and everything associated with it is seen as unclean.

The bible contains over 100 favorable references to the right-hand and 25 unfavorable references to the left-hand.

The right hand of the lord doeth valiantly, the right hand of the lord is exalted (Psalm 118 vv15,16)

Cesare Lombroso, the Father of Criminology, wrote, “In criminals and lunatics the right lobe predominates very much more often than in normal persons…while the healthy man thinks and feels with the left lobe, the abnormal, thinks, wills, and feels more with the right.”

Though Lombroso’s hypothesis on the behaviors of left-handed people would later be reduced to quack science, his thoughts resonated with others at the time, and lent themselves to racist and classist thinking. As written in a 1913 edition of McClure’s Magazine, left-handedness is …

… slightly more common in the lower strata of society than in the higher,
among negroes than among white persons, and among savages than the civilized races.”

Except When She Is The Ess

The ancient Zuni tribe considered left-handedness a sign of good luck. They believed the left was the older and wiser, and the ancient Celts, associated the left with femininity, source of all life, and worshipped the left as sacred.

THE HOLY GRAIL

Supernal Ess Sofia – At The Top

She is quivering skin in a cool breeze. She is Feelia and Feelia is how empaths communicate. Nature is an Empath. She sees better from the corners of her eyes. She is Sofia the Supernal Ocean and it’s contents. She is pregnant with all potentials, like an enormous water drop encompassing all that is. She is the catcher’s mitt for The Gods’ cosmic fast pitch ball game. She is the amniotic sac through which water creatures hear, touch, taste and feel their future. We know that Ocean is Mother because our bodies are exactly as salty as hers. It is no wonder that air creatures begin our lives in a small ocean within our Earthy mothers.

She is erotic.
She accepts all.
She is the cosmic vagina.
She is the drum, the dancer.
She is a memory of falling snow.
She uses that which She chooses.
She is a great cosmic ocean, supporting and evolving All That Is.
She is an unfathomable receptacle; receiving data from All That Is.
She holds every thought He has ever invented. Inside her waters his data packets oxygenate and renew her.
She makes reality like the tides that wax and wane with the moon.
Memory is the mortar, emotion the brick.
She reflects and absorbs.
She shows Him a thought mirror.
He shines eternally through Her. When you leave her out of the Creation Equation, you are missing the point of living.

The Holy Cross represents the Four Elements. These Divine Elements are rooted in the Physical, at the crossroads. Roots provide life to the tree, without them the tree would die. A root, reaching for nourishment is Masculine in action. He pushes into the Feminine Earth for nutrition. The leaves of the Tree reach toward the light (M) into the Masculine Air element while their Feminine ability to receive and create does the work of Tree-making. Water carries data (nourishment) from Earth to through root and trunk. The energy of growing root is Masculine while the actual physical root-body is Feminine. She is dead without him. He does not exist without her. All connected. See?

In a Logos-obsessed culture, Sofia, Misty body of the Universe sings,
“Logos, I don’t need no stinkin’ Logos.”

Mother Crucified

She suffers in life. She bleeds so others can live. She is the Holy Grail; Chalice for the Universe. Her rose-colored glasses see implants and invaders alike with unconditional love. She understands all of her creations because they live within Her Body. She appears chaotic, as if She had been shaken like a snow globe or juice in a jar, but that does not matter to her.

This Archetype is associated with victimization and sainthood. What do they have in common? Simple: surrender and service. The act of allowing is the highest act on the feminine left pillar. They have the reputation of being drunk or crazy, homeless and careless. This is the home of music and dance and poetry. Emotional expression is lingua franca here. The inhabitants communicate through all the senses - the artistic “right brain.” Audiences love to hear the music and see the dance, because in Modernia, we don’t express those things ourselves, we let professionals do it for us.

The early Greeks rendered our lovely Sophia into a male concept. They gave her domain to King Neptune. Salty Ocean Mother, previously revered as the Entire Universe became another Dude on God’s side. Ever since then She has become more and more illegal every day, along with the plants that would take us to visit her, like marijuana, ayascuya and mushrooms. In Modernia, we go to prison for a long time after visiting The Mother and getting caught.

Some artists, writers and musicians are so strongly influenced by this etheric Mother, that they can’t do anything but receive spirit mEssges. Losers, whiners and psychopaths also express this dance. Support your local bum. S/he is expressing the most profound state of holiness; the abject receiver, prone, helpless; the supplicant at our collective mercy willing to humble herself to receive so the hero can give; so he can tell friends and family how his generosity flowed on that glorious day when he opened his heart to the needy.

In the absolute dark slumber of the Mother, nothing happens that you could see, but she vibrates and calls like a monolith deep in the ocean. She is the siren in the sea. Her sound is the magnet that calls to the masculine iron that seeks refuge. She is a well where evildoers dump the bodies. She quietly processes lifeless flesh into fetid rot and transforms it into sweet smelling fruits. In time, the water in the well will be sweet again, in time.

She is not what you think she is. She is not a pretty picture. She is not ephemeral. She is not a ghost. She is Nature: wood, leaf, water, earth, and air. She is the solid stuff of life. It is important to see her this way so that we can understand how life is sacred and feminine. She is the magnet calling us to our deaths. She is the reason why I can’t tolerate heights. She pulls me to edges and goads me to fling myself over. She does not push; she pulls, beckons and seduces, chops and stomps all that she gave birth to. She assures me that I am safe as she pushes the air from my lungs.

“Blar de blar blar” all the day. In comparison, the mother’s music moves on the voice of the wind and in the wordless evocations of the very young. Her tune may be different in other lands, but you always recognize Her voice when She sings, even when you chose to ignore Her and “do the logical thing” instead of the right thing. You know Her Song because the melody rings in your heart like ting of a small silver bell resting near your ear, in a dream.

If we can believe in a God, or argue if one exists, then why don’t we believe or argue about a Ess? God is an idea. Have you ever seen Him? He is energy. Why would you need to believe in energy anyway? Energy is. Can’t you feel it racing around the Universe lighting things up with or without your permission? When you call out to God we all say amen. “Praise the Lord!” When I invoke Ess, people laugh. The feminine Deity is Mother Nature. She gave us life. She suffers and dies for us. We could at the very least, show Her some gratitude. Respect.

A lizard darts along the top of my garden wall and I say, “Look at her, she’s so big,” my companions look at me funny, like I said something remarkable. I did. I called an undifferentiated being by a feminine pronoun. Nobody does that. Even feminists refer to the lizard He.

It sounds strange when we break ranks from the norm. I had to ask myself why it was normal to characterize creatures with the male pronoun. I ask questions:

“Where is the Ess and why did she leave?” (Right here and now.)

“What would the world be like if only men walked the Earth?” (Would there even be a world?)

“Why is it okay for men to make rules about and for wimmin?” (Wimmin like that.)“Since wimmin make a life, why do we not celebrate their glorious feat with a female religion?” (Denial?)

“Who bleeds for you and doesn’t die? Who suffers to give life to others? (Wimmin and men – men mimic wimmin’s cycles in war. They can’t maintain their supposed superiority without war. It’s time to call the boys in for dinner, mothers. Call your sons inside for their bedtime stories of sharing and loving kindness. It is up to the wimmin. The Feminine is in charge. Always has been.)

Womun is designed to receive a bit of data (sperm) and then MAKE A LIFE. SHE MAKES A NEW PERSON! Where is the respected female religion? As a matter of fact, the few female religions are scoffed at and called witchy. We believe that our modernity is the best thing about us, but all that hubris could easily sink our vain ship to the bottom of the Sea of Righteousness.

The magic is everywhere; we only have to remember to receive it. If we are “made in his image” then it makes perfect sense to assume that, just like a baby looks like her parents, humans look like our Divine parents. The world looks like Gods and Esss. We get our bodies from Mother and our Spirit from Father. He canoodles, She assembles.

Dream Talk

We long for the Word, but that ache has replaced Mother’s loving touch. We are literally “out of touch” with Her; with Nature; with intuition. We try to interpret our dreams instead of understand them. Sofia dreams her lover’s desires. She births those desire-cubs like a mother bear in her winter den; somnambulant birth, and when she awakens, her children are suckling from her breasts. She has gone from Mist to Solid, having birthed herself as well. The White Bears are starving. Will you drop meat from helicopters for them to live?

Modern Technology and Feminine backlash

The irony of Now is that so much of life has an abundance of Feminine qualities that we do not recognize as Feminine. Evidently products made from oil put extra estrogen into the environment, which makes perfect sense to Astrologers who attribute oil to the planet Neptune. She is the highest octave of femininity on the Tree of Life. We should keep this mind when we tamper on a large scale. She is the Queen of confusion. She invented life from her body, full of fishes, turtles, salamanders, salt water and sand.

The world is over-estrogenated with the products of oil -Yin. Does our Ess have anything to do with this? Oil and all of its conveniences has flipped the ‘lady-switch’ to the ‘on’ position creating girl frogs in boy frog bodies and lady-air from rubber tires gripping asphalt highways. Yes, even the air (a masculine - Yang), has become feminine where roads crisscross. Phytoestrogens stretch around our once pristine planet, with telecommunication wires and cell phone (plastics are all feminine; made from oil). It shapes familiar life forms into odd ones, and then adorns our trees with windsock plastic grocery bags, up high where we cannot reach. Stupormarket checkers automatically double-bag our groceries with specially designed caddies that hold the handles open. Customers want their items bagged this way and complain if the checkers don’t comply. “One item per bag, please.” But who started that system in the first place? The plastic bag sellers.

Our world is becoming more divided by ultra strong concepts versus ultra strong reacting. I cannot help but wonder if all the gender/sex/tranny/stuff is part of our situation. It could simply mean that being childless will elevate our status. It would only take a couple generations for us Modernites to die out and leave the world to those indigenous cultures; the ones who have not been irradiated, buzzed and battered by technology, but my Feelia on this topic is that Understanding our place in the Universe will bring us into balance. All 7.6 billion of us are learning about our Divine selves together. That striving is all the Purpose and Meaning we need to breathe.

Crone

She knows the ins and outs of survival; the herbs, the recipes and the cures. Her stories really happened. Her tenderness for the young is unparalleled. She is the law keeper who follows the rules that work for her. She can be a superstitious old weirdo, or a beacon of strength. Her bones are brittle and she is detached from daily life. Her mind wanders back “to the day when …”

Matron – MILF or Cougar

Her kids are almost grown. She has a casual confidence. Life may or may not be so hectic any more, but it’s her choice. So knows what she likes. The Matron is a hostess and a diplomat, associated with the Archetypal sign Libra. She is also called Cougar, and is getting more popular as a partner to the younger men, due to her ability to think and fuck, or so I have read in the popular magazines.

This was my son in high school. We got along very well. Pals.

Maiden – Erotic Virgin

The above girl’s tongue is telling her inseminator that she is ready to accept her ascent from Maiden to Mother. Mother, after all, cleans her babies with her tongue and this girl is ready to lick some kittens’ Asses. This is why men invented the Birka, the locked door, and enforced a Chaperone rule. In this case, a Virgin is plenty sexual, she just hasn’t procreated as of yet. As soon as a baby bump begins to show, she will lose her virgin status for the mantle of motherhood. In the meantime she is full of herself, ready to mate. She has no idea what is next, but when she is in Season, look out! She is the temptress; the siren whose luscious treasures are irresistible to the hapless masculine.

A Common Virgin Fantasy

Hokusai (Japanese) 1866 This is a Japanese man’s fantasy of a maiden’s fantasy.

I would say this picture is hot as hell and that Sir Hokusai was tapped into the feminine in a voracious way. The Feminine Fantasy to Receive is not pornographic or slutty. It is what it is. Ess accepts All Touch from Other. That is her J.O.B – Joy of Being. Understand - Her eagerness to receive is what makes life possible. She is There. Waiting. Willing. The forces of Masculinity penetrate her at will, no matter their force. She can be wooed or raped. She is All that Matters. She can take it. Taking it, is what she does. Before you lose your shit from my non-femme statements, remember of whom I speak. She is not human, nor does she vaguely resemble a human. The Great Ess, partner of the Great Oz is formless black matter. For that Matter, the Great Oz is a light beam beyond our ability to withstand. I actually have seen him, and all I can say about that is that he is impossible to hang out with.

Those Firster Deities are beyond comprehension from our Now vantage point, but they are accessible at the lower octaves of Nature, Poetry, Dance and Song. That is why the Thinker-Talker-Types ban The Joy of Being from their religious social and ceremonial events. Did you ever notice how boring Christian ceremonies are? A bunch of people dressed in tight fitting, tailored clothing; stand around to observe a few Special People in Expensively tailored clothing so they can say stuff from a book. Boring! Dry! Black congregations sing and dance, but they are not of the upper crust Christians. Since their skin is dark, they must be Ess people anyway. Re: Ess is Formless Black Matter. God Forbid; we should see power in that which receives; after all, it is not just shit that rolls down hill. Ess is a Black Womun!