Today’s article is for people that are able and willing to think. Readers. Learners. People able to hold a thought. If you are 90% of my visitors: leave now. Please.
We are under mind-controlling influences, most of the time. If you want to have a life not directed by the mind control influences, this article is a must to understand what they do and how they do it.
I also point you to the direction how to use this as your opportunity to become and Expanding Human Being.
Boys… I used to want to be a boy.
They seem unperturbed. They laugh a lot.
Today I prefer to be a woman. But as a child I really KNEW something was missing, and for years I thought it was cut off…
I really love this picture. It tells me that boys have more fun.
I remember sitting on the potty waiting for my navel to burst. And I knew it was only a matter of time. I KNEW that I was mutilated below, and I was mutilated there. Although I didn’t know what was cut off, I knew that whatever it was I needed it.
I was 3-4 years old. My feet didn’t touch the ground yet.
I knew I wasn’t welcome, I knew that boys had more of everything. They were loved more. And knew it was permanent.
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You’d rather be right than happy, you’d rather be right than rich… Your microexpressions will give you away
I had a few remarkable experiences the past few days.
The conclusions from these experiences make me mad, angry, bitter, and hopeless… but that should not surprise you: the condition of humanity is hopeless.
Today’s article is for people that are able and willing to think. Readers. Learners. People able to hold a thought. If you are 90% of my visitors: leave now. Please.
We are under mind-controlling influences, most of the time. If you want to have a life not directed by the mind control influences, this article is a must to understand what they do and how they do it.
I also point you to the direction how to use this as your opportunity to become and Expanding Human Being.
boys… I always wanted to be a boy. They seem unperturbed, laugh a lot. Today I prefer to be a woman. But as a child I really KNEW something was missing, and for years I thought it was cut off… So I really love this picture.
I remember sitting on the potty waiting for my navel to burst. I knew it was only a matter of time. I was mutilated below, and I was mutilated there. I didn’t know what was cut off, but I needed it.
I was 3-4 years old. My feet didn’t touch the ground yet.
The best way to examine whether emotions give you a reliable internal guidance system is looking at the flip side of emotions.
In emotional terms, for example, love’s opposite is hate, disgust, being appalled, repelled. But if you look at your emotions, these opposites are right there, right behind the emotion: love… They come together like the front of your hand and the back of your hand. You are in perpetual ambivalence, yoyo-ing back and forth, ups and downs, and incoherence.
Love, the one that vibrates at 525 or so, is not an emotion. Love is a commitment to love.
Love is a commitment to accept another human exactly the way they are and exactly the way they aren’t. Whether they do the right thing, love you back, chew their food with their mouth open, lower back the lid on the toilet, or leave the top off the tooth paste.
Commitment. Not a promise, a commitment.
No ifs, no buts, no conditions.
No action necessary, just acceptance.
No show of love, no giving till it hurts, no nice talk… those are not part of love, they are societal demands.
