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Hierophant Knowledge :: Men in Love. The Triumph of Love over Rage. Nancy Friday. An Excerpt
The Masculine Conflict
This is a book about men who love women. Women may not easily recognise that emotion in these pages. These are not conventional valentines. His secret garden is not like mine.
A contemporary confusion is that if the sexes are equal, it must mean they are identical; men often predicted I'd find their fantasies similar to women's. We may seek the same goal in fantasy - sexual excitement - but men and women get there by different paths.
A fantasy is a map of desire, mastery, escape and obscuration; the navigational path we invent to steer ourselves between the reefs and shoals of anxiety, guilt and inhibition.
It is a work of consciousness, but in reaction to unconscious pressures. What is fascinating is not only how bizarre fantasies are, but how comprehensible; each one gives us a coherent and consistent picture of the personality - the unconscious - of the person who invented it, even though HE may think it the random whim of the moment.
A man has a reverie of meeting a blond woman in a purple nightgown. He doesn't know why the colours are exciting; his unconscious does but doesn't bother to explain. The man only knows the blonder, the purple-ier, the more heated he grows. Soon he is inventing scenarios of bare-breasted models hired to test new peroxide hair bleaches, supplied by a company that arbitrarily orders all contestants to wear purple underwear. If the plot seems silly, what does it matter? The erotic has its reasons that reason doesn't know.
Like an Einsteinian equation whose logic would take hours to unravel, a fantasy appears in the mind with the speed of light, connecting hitherto seemingly unrelated and mysterious forces in the internal erotic universe, resolving inconsistencies and contradictions that seemed insuperable before.
Nothing is included by accident. If the woman is tall or short, if she forgets her birth control pills and so intercourse carries the risk of pregnancy - if there is a cuckoo clock on the wall - it is all meaningful to the inventor's heightened sexuality.
In real life, ambivalence abounds. Women want men, men want women; our dreams of one another, fantasies, not only express our most direct desires but also portray the obstacles that must be symbolically overcome to win sexual pleasure.
Fantasy is as close as we will ever come again to the omnipotent joys we once knew as infants. In a moment of rage we say, "I'd like to kill you!" this is a fleeting fantasy, a satisfying violent image which expresses the overheated mood of the moment. But how likely are we to pull a gun and do it?
It is important to recognise that not all fantasies are frustrated wishes. This is one of the most common misconceptions about fantasy.
The very courage of fantasies in facing up to, and giving relief to unconscious horrors, can sometimes make them hard to take. In 1975 I met a man who had written a book on men's sexual daydreams. "The material was so awful and creepy," he said, "I couldn't even talk to my contributors on the phone. I made them speak into an automatic answering machine, and then had the stuff typed up. I couldn't even bring myself to correct the galleys." I had not read his book and was not surprised never to hear of it again.
Beneath their locker room camaraderie and famous mutual support systems, it appeared, men were as sexually restrictive and normative with one another as women have traditionally been with their sisters.
Wouldn't a woman who does not see men as competitors or sexual rivals have fewer hurdles in accepting male sexuality, no matter what turns it might take? All my life I'd dreamed of men and sought their company. Even more than the eight years I'd spend researching two books on women’s fantasies (My Secret Garden and Forbidden Flowers), I believed this simple, uninstructed love of men was my best credential for undertaking this work.
I found I had awarded myself the palm too easily.
While the sexual fantasies of many men were a pleasure and easily available to my emotions right from the start, others disgusted or frightened me. Many seemed outpourings from macho braggarts out to shock me or trap me in filth. I was like the Victorian husband who encourages his wife to tell all. When she does, he leaves her.
Oh, I'd had a few difficult moments in my earlier books with women who were aroused - for instance - by a loss of bladder control; but on the whole I was able to accept any feminine notion, if only on the grounds that it came from a woman. When a woman called a cock a cock, talked of being rammed or reamed, described her cunt juices or the sensation of sucking on a dog's erection, any trepidation I might feel was outweighed by admiration; our side was breaking through the centuries of female silence at last.
But when men used words like cunt lapping or pussy, they aroused early, primitive fears. Louder than the unabashed sensual love the words were meant to express, I heard the harshness and disdain of the street slang. Long before sex and men had entered my life, a woman had taught me to be a lady. "Excuse my vocabulary" more than one man wrote me. At first I would smile at these apologies. I have come to see that my contributors knew me better than I did.
Ladies, Gentlemen, cunts, cocks. To put the four words together is to show how little they seem to have to do with each other. How could I respect a man who wanted to be pissed or shat on? While I felt it was life-enhancing for a woman to dream of sex with two men, I felt compassion for the unfortunate woman married to a man so low that he ejaculated to fantasies of showing off her cunt to a stranger.
Something in me could not accept men unless they conformed to dreams of my own. The Fantasy Queen had opened a Pandora's Box she could not handle.
I do not necessarily expect sex to be pretty; that is to demean it, attenuate its primitive force. But many of these fantasies were more than I wanted to hear. why, they were filth! Letter after letter left me with a feeling that I wanted to wash my hands. I often did.
Even as I reached for the soap, I had to laugh at myself. Where was my vaunted objectivity? I watched my disgust with fascination. When my editors suggested I clean up my copy, substitute 'excrement' for shit, 'sex' for fucking, I objected; if I latinized my writing, drew a sharp line between my text and the four-letter language of fantasy itself, I would be joining the very army of inhibitors I was protesting against. And yet, demanding this freedom for myself, cheering it enthusiastically when it was exercised by women, here I was, objecting to it in men.
Today, while I still find some of this material difficult, I no longer see it as a personal affront. It might be said that familiarity freed me; the third time around, the shock is abated. But that is too simple. It would be more accurate to say I could not come to terms with this book until I had won free of the narcissistic desire to see men in a way that enlarged my own view of myself.
All my life I've been haunted by a little girl's voice within that said women needed men - I needed men - more than they needed us.
Men could always go off to Singapore or drink alone in bars, but women ceased to exist in their own eyes when men were gone. I watch the ease with which some women today decide to build a life without men (who never lived up to their expectations anyway) in favour of pursuing newly won autonomy.
I can understand the sense of freedom born of ridding oneself of the childish - and ultimately false - security that comes from binding oneself to a man; but I do not believe men could ever abandon women so swiftly. In fact this book has persuaded me that men want women more than the other way around. Towards satisfying their love, need, desire, lust, men will give up more than women will.
Women call themselves the loving sex; we are always waiting for men, always dreaming of them. We need them to put to rest the gnawing anxiety that comes from never being taught a sense of independent worth or self. Is this love or is it dependency?
When men do offer love, why is it so often felt to be lacking; "Hold me tighter, never let me go," women beg, unable to find in any man's arms the kind of iron security that dependent, passive people need. The point I want to make is this; Is it the man she really wants, or is it the relief from anxiety which he symbolises?
In the end, I came to see that even people who wrote in an attempt at aggressive sexual contact with me were also moved by a kind of love and desire for connection with, not really me, but a fantasy of woman in general. Distorted love, ambivalent love, love mixed with rage; love nevertheless.
In fact, my research tells me that MEN'S LOVE OF WOMEN IS OFTEN GREATER THAN THEIR LOVE OF SELF. They worship women's beauty to the unhealthy exclusion of their own narcissistic needs. They discredit the male body as aesthetically displeasing, only to be labelled bestial when they adore women's bodies too openly and too enthusiastically.
For women's sakes, men give up closeness with their own sex, learn to accept female rules and controls; in marriage they take up the lifelong burden of economic support, often leading to an earlier death; they give their place in the lifeboat to their wife.
Since there is always a question of what love means, let me put it this way: Ultimately, men perform the most gallant act of all. At the heart of even the most shocking S & M fantasy, we find that more often than not, men in a rage at having given up so much turn their fury not against women but against themselves. Any call girl will tell you that more clients pay to play the victim at a woman's hands than the other way around.
In my books on women's sexual fantasies, the single greatest theme that emerged was that of 'weak' women being sexually dominated, 'forced' by male strength to do this deliciously awful thing, made to perform that marvellously forbidden act, guiltlessly 'raped' again and again.
On the surface, this would seem to be a perfect illustration of the symmetry of desire between the sexes. If women daydream of being overpowered into sex, isn't this desire mirrored in the male fantasy of sexual dominance - the demanding brute who can never get enough women? The answer is no.
Rape or force may be the most popular theme in female fantasy (though I've yet to meet a woman who wouldn't run a mile from a real rapist), but men's fantasies of overpowering women against their will ARE THE EXCEPTION.
A closer reading will usually reveal that the woman is a volunteer or has given her consent first. Even in the grimmest S&M fantasy, for reasons to be explained in the appropriate chapter, pain or humiliation of the woman is usually not the goal. They are means towards an end; forcing her to admit to transports of sexual joy she has never known before.
If the cliche were true that men 'are only out for one thing', the fact is that masturbation or a homosexual encounter is sex, too; so is sex with an animal or a whore, and this is usually accompanied by no tears, no limits, no oaths of lifelong fidelity - no strings at all. But the majority of men still dream of sex with a loving woman.
Men love women at any price, love women even though, beginning in childhood, it is the female sex which makes the male feel guilty about what he desires most from them.
We will see that one of the reasons men choose the masochistic role is that feeling they are wrong to want sex from women, they accept pain as the symbolic price they must pay. Humiliation is a kind of payment in advance for forbidden pleasures.
This brings us to a closer examination of one of the great 'givens' of popular psychology - that boys have a far easier time than girls in sexual development. While infants of both sexes begin by loving, needing, wanting, and being satisfied by the female sex - mother - boys are usually thought to derive an advantage from continuing to love women for the rest of their lives.
I would say this is too simple. It ignores the fact that forever after men sense the forbidding shadow of the primitive, pre-oedipal mother behind every woman to whom they are attracted.
To escape this - and not merely for what are vaguely called 'sexist' reasons alone - they are usually attracted to women younger than they.
Girls, on the other hand, are never quite so frightened about being in an infantile and/or regressive posture with father/boyfriends.
Nevertheless, girls have the psychologically very difficult problem of crossing over into attraction to the male sex, via the relatively later-learned love of father. It is true there is a risk here for women. By entering into a kind of rivalry with mother for the love of dad (men), the girl risks the danger of losing the love of that all-important first person.
As an explanation of women's notorious problems with sexuality, this is very persuasive. No wonder women have always depended on men to take the sexual lead, to 'liberate' the female erotic self, to bring the woman to orgasm. Given their straight-line development, isn't sex far more natural for men?
Today, women are learning that nobody gives you an orgasm, nobody makes you sexual, except yourself. This re-evaluation of the feminine position has led to a consequent reassessment of the masculine.
While men begin by loving women, this supposed smooth path of development ignores an important and inherent conflict. The male lifelong love affair with women leaves him with desire for someone who stands for such ambivalence, who represents such contradictions of flesh versus spirit, that we begin to understand those early Church fathers who based their theology on notions of the tempting wickedness of women.
While mother may indeed be the first erotic object in the lives of both girl and boy babies (using erotic to mean the full Freudian gamut of love, tenderness, sensuality, sex, warmth, need, glamour and desire), she is also the first great inhibitor in our lives.
It is her job to impose rules on the baby; hers is the thankless task of toilet training us so strictly that we maintain sphincter control even in sleep; it is she who first removes the playful little hand from the genitals. She takes the breast away when it is time for us to grow up to the next stage, makes us eat our vegetables and do our homework.
She teaches us civilisation and its discontents. A necessary job, and often done with all the love in the world, but nevertheless one that projects her into the child's unconscious as a curiously divided figure. The female sex is the source of love, but also of inhibition, constraint and guilt.
Switching over to the male sex may be difficult for the young girl; it is complicated by the fact that she does it trailing mother's introjected sexual inhibitions with her. Women blame men for not living up to childish needs that should have been resolved with mother, they displace onto men old nursery furies.
If women break mother's sexual rules, they are devastated if the man does not replace her love with his forever. Many women find it easier to direct their furies against men than show hostility to other women/mother.
And yet, all this having been said, women have one tremendous advantage in sexual development that is usually forgotten; women rarely need to get angry at men for not allowing them, for not offering them sex. Women do not spend their sexual lives with the gender that represents the great no sayer of childhood.
Is it any wonder that many women, even in these feminist times, continue to say they feel more comfortable around men? "Women", they say, "are too petty, too critical, too competitive and bitchy." In any generalisation so sweeping it isn't difficult to see not reality, but the shadow of the rule-making mother of childhood.
Both boys and girls, of course, are told in words, body language, and above all, perhaps by silence, that sex is bad; mother doesn't approve.
The little girl wants to be like mother. That is how women are. She tamps down her sexual desires and tries to be a lady. Her sexuality remains in conflict with her introjected mother - her all-important niceness - all her life long. That is the subject of another book.
What we are concerned with here is the little boy. HE does not want to be like mother. His body, his anatomy, tells him he is different. He knows mother finds one side of him acceptable; the good boy.
The other side is bad, dirty, sexual, wilful. This aspect must be hidden - but it is stronger, constantly threatening to overwhelm him.
He wants mother to love him. He swears to himself he will never masturbate again. If mother found out, she would abandon him in a rage. But the difference between the boy and his sister is that while both have taken in mother's anti-sexual message, the boy wants to accentuate his difference by breaking the rules; He dares to do it anyway. He stands self-convicted; a dirty animal, revelling in his sexuality, angry and forlorn in the knowledge that it is unacceptable to women.
The predicament is agonising. The boy wants sex but feels he is wrong to want it. Women have placed his body at war with his soul.
Only when he gets out of the house, only when he discovers that other little boys are just like himself, does he get enough reinforcement to bear being BAD; to experiment with breaking mother's rules, to begin to define himself as separate from her. An individual. A man.
THIS is how he's going to be, just like the guys, not like silly women and their eternal fussing about don't do this, don't do that. Mother's okay, but after all, she's a woman. What does she know?
In the safety of numbers, and away from mother's censorious eye, boys set out to explore their badness - which has become almost synonymous with masculinity. They talk dirty, spit and laugh and smoke together in vacant lots, play pissing games and show each other their cocks, ever egging each other on to everything that would horrify mother. And all in secret.
"That's bad" says sister, stumbling on her brother writing a dirty word on the wall. She speaks with the assurance of her fully introjected maternal morality. "I'm going to tell Mom." THE BOY IS RESISTING INTROJECTING THE SAME MORALITY. That's girl stuff. "Get out of here!" he says to sis. In the brave new masculine world of nine and eleven, girls are OUT.
Being accused of liking girls, of wanting all that "lovey dovey stuff" is to be accused of not being a man. The boy at boarding school cries every night because he is homesick for mother. When she comes to visit him, he pushes away her kisses. "Don't mind your little friends", she says, "They wish their mothers were here to kiss them." It's true - but the boy can't risk his newly emerging masculine identity for a caress. He would rather have the approval of the other guys who are watching than his mother's. That feeling of male sexual solidarity is one women have always envied.
My husband tells a story of sitting under an oak tree on his twelfth birthday. He vividly remembers telling himself, "This year was better than last year, and that year was better than the one before. Will life just keep on getting better and better?" "Of course," he says, "it didn't." He had reached puberty.
Suddenly, answering the cry of biology, heterosexuality re-enters the boy's life in the form of young girls. It's almost as if all the old resentments and dislikes of mother's sex have been forgotten, so pretty are the girls of adolescence - as full of winning smiles and coquettishness as mother herself once had been.
Naively, filled with trepidation and excitement - is life indeed going to keep on getting better and better? - boys wash their faces, comb their hair and reach for the phone. Pretty Sally and Jane may be the same sex as Mom, but they are younger, livelier, and the signals they send out seem to say they want what the boys want. Until the boys get too close. Then it becomes, "Yes I love you Johnny but not when you do THAT."
Mother's old lesson has received new and powerful expression. How can a man not be in a rage with members of the sex who make him feel dirty and guilty about the very desires they have gone to such pains to provoke in him?
The conflict in the male psyche is reinforced. With characteristic refusal to sentimentalise love in any of its aspects, Freud, in a little known essay, "The Most Prevalent Form of Degradation in Erotic Life", sadly concludes that men often find supreme sexual excitement in notions of degrading their wives and lovers.
Please don't interpret me too easily, and nod your head. "Oh, I get it, that's the old Madonna/whore split that so many men go in for." That is to take a part for the whole. Something more fundamental and inclusive is being discussed here.
Dividing women into the kind you fuck versus the kind you marry is indeed one of the manifestations of male ambivalence - but only one. The masculine conflict is protean. Like the Greek god who gave us the word, the war of love against rage can take as many shapes as there are fantasies in this book.
Mother used to tenderly tuck you into bed at night, reproving you gently for trying to put your hand on her night-gowned breast. Then she blandly went off to share a bed with dad. Oedipal lover, oedipal furies. Women are wonderful, but they drive you nuts too.
The same man who loves women for their maternal sweetness and warmth will invent scenarios in which feminine hypocrisy is sexually degraded down to the man's own bestial level.
Certain phrases sum up a truth so immediate and universal that even the dullest person responds, "Yes, that's right!" one such phrase has become so overworked that even pop song writers hesitate to use it anymore: "You always hurt the one you love." IT IS ANOTHER WAY TO EXPRESS THE MASCULINE CONFLICT: love versus rage. Perhaps most revealing about this cliche, for the purposes of this book, is this: I have never heard a woman use it.
It is here that we have reached the heart of fantasy's enchantment: No matter what men may do to/with their imaginary lovers, her reactions are just the opposite of mother's - SHE LOVES HIM FOR IT. "Yes!" she shouts, "more!"
A fantasy woman does not reproach her man for letting other men peep at her, for wanting to share her with another guy, for dreaming of her having sex with a dildo or a dog. Fantasy gives men the love of women they want, with none of the inhibiting feminine rules they hate. No matter how wild the man's sexual frenzy, the woman does not punish, but rewards. Love conquers rage.
But rage does not go away. It is a commonplace that when children hear their parents making love in the other room, they think they are fighting. "Daddy is killing Mommy." This is usually shrugged off with a smile - the naivete of children.
My own hunch is that the child is intuitively projecting his own infantile sexual rage onto his grown up parents: This is what he would be feeling if he were in their shoes (or bed). Sex, frustration and hostility have become associated into one complex of feeling.
Men may love women, but they are in a rage with them too. I believe it is a triumph of the human psyche that out of this contradiction, a new form of emotion emerges, one so human it is unknown to animals even one step lower in the evolutionary scale: PASSION.
It is notorious that a life of quiet affection between two people usually puts their sexual desires for each other asleep. On the other hand, many warring couples are known to provoke fights and quarrels, because consciously or not, they find it heightens their sexuality afterwards.
There seems to be a need in us not only to recreate - during sex - our earliest memories of physical touch, warmth and communion, but also to extract revenge for all the pains and frustrations suffered during infancy too.
It may be dismaying, but it is often true that for some people the white-hot pitch of obsessive desire that may be the peak experience sex has to offer is reached when hostility is fused with love.
If I have included my own ambivalences in this text, spoken of my difficulties in handling some of the material, it is to help the reader understand why he may or may not agree with me. Knowing where I stand, he can position himself to the conservative right or more liberal left, without hastily giving himself a name that leaves him stranded in some life-depleting sexual corner.
Sexuality is fluent and fluid, there are more over-lappings than strict demarcations. One of the great joys of the erotic experience should be the emotional freedom it confers for working towards separation, individuality, and independence.
For this reason, I am suspicious of self-proclaimed national surveys on sex. Parades of statistics and demographic samples aggravate our haste to label ourselves in absolutes: monogamous or guilty, 100 percent hemale or homosexual. More pigeonholes that reduce the possibilities of life.
Over 40 percent of my contributors (over three thousand) sent me more than one fantasy, often on several different themes. Sometimes I've included them all. Often space didn't permit. If so, my method was to try to sense in which fantasy lay the greatest emotional intensity, discard the others and then put the fantasy into whatever category it seemed to fit best.
Another person might have arranged these chapters differently. Certain rules for selection were obvious. For instance, the S&M chapter is the longest because I received more responses of this type than any other.
I also tried to be guided along objective lines of the most recent psychoanalytic thinking by consulting with various therapists I have come to respect over the years - the most consistently valuable help coming from my old friend and colleague, psychoanalyst Richard Robertiello, M.D.
But is any researcher free of conscious and/or unconscious distortion? Even a computer can work only with data that a human being has chosen to feed into it. Nor is it the machine that formulates the questions, chooses what weight to give the replies, and then interprets what the figures 'mean'. Etc.
Boys and girls meet in adolescence like people from alien planets. It often doesn't get much better as we grow older. This book is one of my efforts to grow up. To be rid of my unreal, romantic - and in the end, coercive - ideals for men: my demand that they show me only the face love wears in my dreams.
All my life I've felt threatened or anxious or disgusted by certain vaguely thought about areas of male sexuality. They may not appeal to me today any more than they ever did. But they no longer take away from my life as they used to. The space in which fear once lived is now available to me.
Women, myself included, have for so long been overwhelmed by the inequity of our passivity and second-class citizenship that we never looked beyond the supposed ease of the male top-dog role.
But out of the necessary reappraisal of the feminine condition has come up another understanding; Given the way the family and society are set up, is the male role so enviable?
Men will be slower to recognise this than women; while many men have begun to question the value of their traditional power, it is not easy to give up roles and positions society has trained you to see as superior.
My own belief is that the greatest help men will get in ridding themselves of their fathers' meretricious attitudes will come from women. We live in a time now when many women are working past their own rage, growing beyond the easy stance of seeing men as 'the enemy'.
Women who care about men will see in these pages - not reflections of their own needs and fears - but people like themselves struggling for sexual gratification and love.
Men in Love, Men's Sexual Fantasies. The Triumph of Love over Rage by Nancy Friday (Published in 1980)
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Meanwhile, enjoy the free writing and consciousness work on this website. It was written with blood, sweat and tears. The story of both my man (men) and myself as we struggled to re-define all that is relationship and marriage, the mutual journey of escape and evolution out of The Patriarchal Tribe.
The self discovery that took us from female slavery and male confusion and fascism into a society that was left behind a long time ago, when The New World Order took over and put men in charge, when they didn't even want it, by all that I have seen. Other than in sex as is the primal partnership. Our exploration is here. The world of Bluebeard Male Supremacy™ through to the Sacred Whore and High Female Esoteric Serpent Priesthood Society™, again, with men as the beloveds. Equality, Liberty, FRATERNITY. The New New World. Again.
The journey of how it didn't work (so far). How Earth is a concentration camp for women, with men as the willing Nazi officers in charge. This apparently is the world of love.
The carnage of discovery is here. The journey of slavery to freedom and the final stance of separatism as it had to be.
Men and women will never converge without pain and strife. Earth has taken care of that and men are willing instruments of evil.
Men. The Keepers of Hades.
The success is self actualisation + self determination + freedom + separatism for women.
Women have to leave men and leave men forever.
The unredeemable must be left alone. They will not redeem. They will not leave behind their legacy of Plantation Ownership, High Priestess Killing or Nazi Loyalties.
Earth is a concentration camp for women. They like it that way. They can have it.
Women have to leave all that is the tribe, if they ever want to be happy, strong, confident or successful and they have to do it alone, alone, alone and alone. Well, not alone. Just not with men.
Paradoxically, women also have to reclaim their lost leadership. A leadership that men want but don't know about other than in the patriarchal tribe context. A leadership that takes grace, forgiveness and knowledge and fighting for your life too. True female leadership. True Lost Female Priesthood leadership for all.
Please feel free to read the material on this blog. My writings, plus work from other consciousness teachers too. My Manifesto for Human Rights (Especially Female) in Relationship and Family.
These writings will be produced in book form. Poetry Polemics for a better world of love, independence, sex and individuation. And true companionship and family. Power to the people, indeed. Together.
Thank you.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014
The Two Messages ::
The Female Divine Highest Love Intelligence Energy. God The Mother, The Universe. Plus, the SACRED WHORE HIGH PRIESTESS HIEROPHANT AVATAR VALKYRIE WIZARD MONARCHs™ as the only true High Priests, with a GNOSTIC spirituality for all.
There is no love on earth. We are all here to fight for it, or be hate. We are here to be profound, or to be shallow. To be adventurers of the soul, or turgid and needing security, to be humane or greedy, to BE love, or BE hate. Earth is hell. Hell, created by hate, for hate, of hate. Free will is to choose which way to go. Love, or hate. That is Existentialism. That is evolution. That is the advancement of the soul. Hate to love. And nothing less. The conquering of evil by good. The light must push out the dark. The light must win.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014
My Business Is Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™
Feminism is not feminism. Feminism is anti slavery. They call us control freaks and that has to be watched. However, in the context of the truth, it is a ridiculous statement. It is the oppressor, calling the courageous campaigner for freedom and equality, the terrorist.
Feminism is not 'man hating'. Feminism is not feminism. Feminism is the movement against slavery. Humanitarianism is the same. Slavery must not exist in any form on earth. Slavery is everywhere.
From unpaid work in marriage to unpaid work in the family, to minimum wage in the market to a hundred other arenas, slavery is the way of earth.
Feminism and humanitarianism are the movements against it. Slavery is fascism. Fascism is everywhere. We just don't know it. They made sure that we don't know it. Now we do. And we will forever.
Society calls it bullying. Society calls it unfortunate, while propping it up in every single second, across the world. Fascism must die. Fascism will die. Fascism is to die.
That is World Ascension. The end of fascism.
My Business Is Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014
Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™
The point of this planet is to find out what we are not, so we can find out what we are.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™
The journey to the breaking of one's lower self into one's great self. The actual journey. That is my business. Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™. Turning oneself into gold and honey and authentic power. The pain of transformation, the shock and the trauma and terror and resistance of it. The path to heaven on earth. That is my business. THAT part of it. The crucifixion and disability of Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™. The pain of it.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
Natural Born Mystic™
The compassion to go with the passion. The discipline of mind, to know your darkness and the education of a post patriarchal man. Love. And changing the very matter of your spiritual DNA. Ascension. I can feel it coming. The build up is your job. The rest I can help with.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Avatar (James Cameron)
My daughter will teach you our ways. Learn well, Jake Sully. Then we will see if your insanity can be cured.
Mo'at
Natural Born Mystic™
Misogyny is sadism against women. An unconscious hijacking and a conscious will to maintain it.
Tyranny and sadism. Misogynists. Slaves of Sauron (Tolkein's Lord of the Rings). Wifebeaters.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Natural Born Mystic™
An Hierophant is an interpreter of sacred mysteries and arcane principles. 'Jake Sully' (Avatar) is her Sacred Warrior Protector™
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Natural Born Mystic™
A Natural Born Mystic™ is primarily a Sacred Whore Healer as a Cinderella Warrior™. As a woman. A High Priestess Wizard™ is a Sacred Whore Healer and Enlightener. That has specific duties and challenges to do with men and their immense madness (Mo'at - Avatar) and their profanity (killing God The Mother, The Triple Goddess) and monetising the slavery of emotional care. A Sacred Whore Healer has to do this against all the odds. She does it because she and they, the Sacred Whore Healers and High Priestess Wizards™ are the strongest.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
Natural Born Mystic™
'Respect' as fear.
'The Accomplished Female' = the only thing that the male patriarch can deliver as 'love'. Men do not tolerate women earning money. They want slavery to instil FEAR. Fear as 'respect'. Fear is not 'respect'.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014
Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™
The secret enemies of psychological warfare. From within and without. Bringing the darkness of evil into the light. Immense self belief, intelligence and courage, plus wizardry. In other words, 'naming it and shaming it and letting it go' and re-programming the mind from any belief to another. To evolve.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
Consciousness. The politics of the 21st century. The Lost Knowledge. Forget trying to change the world. Change yourself. It changes your own world that changes THE world.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
Sexuality, non religious 'Wizard' and 'Witch' spirituality (the Gnostic intelligence of esoteric and consciousness exploration, ie wisdom and love) and human rights are the least fashionable things and the most uncomfortable things on the planet. And the things human beings have been damning and condemning for 8000 years. And the things that most people are absolutely fascinated by. What a shame. How bourgeois. How ordinary. How ego.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™
The Super Sacred Brother Lover™
The Return To The Source. Ascension.
The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™. When we were giants. All of us. When you did more than rape me.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Neo Feminist™, Post Tribe Social Reformer™ and Sacred Sexualist™. Human Rights Healer. Metaphysical Philosopher, Writer, Spiritual Intelligence Teacher, Hierophant (Interpreter of The Universe) and Mentalist Self Actualiser.
I can help you grow power, from nothing.
Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
The Sacred Whore High Priestess Hierophant™ and Sacred Pimp Warrior Protector, Brother Lover™ Society. The kings and queens of old. Angels and Sorcerers together in each of themselves and in the other. The Wizard life. Forever. Living and loving from The Source. Sourcery, Carlos Castaneda first said. I'll say it again. Sourcerers together. Living a life worth living. At last.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Witches are healers. Witches are the Love Healers and SOURCErers of The Lost World, when we were the giant warriors. We were good and so were were you. 'The World of Men'. The Tribe of Misogyny and Bourgeois™.
Gives us all a bad name. And poisons all hearts.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Feminist Lolita Intellectuals™. You lucky man. A place at the table, a place at the Executive Table. That's all. The rest is easy.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Spiritual power = emotional power = emotional intelligence = mental intelligence = re-programming of the whole self = spiritual intelligence = The Lost Knowledge™ = power = The New World.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
The Company
Writer, Speaker and Enlightener, Amera Ziganii Rao, is now putting together a comprehensive and unique programme of Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™. A programme of learning that is specifically about one particular kind of woman. And one particular kind of man. The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, and the true society that they come from and the one they, in particular, she can and has to return to and that anyone can join her and him in. This is about Paradise on Earth.
This is about The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, and the Alchemy and Liberation and Humanity that is for all as a result of their healing and in particular, hers. This is about the kind of woman who is at the bottom of the pile in a Patriarchal Toilet Tribe from Hell Society™, the norm, the conventional world and the world of the Tribe. This is about the kind of man who is next in line from the bottom. The sensitive man and the female chattel. The High Priestess and High Priest of a profane society, that has long forgotten who they are.
This is about being at the bottom of the pile, for the forgotten and strangled shamans, and for her, the story of escape. Abused by her family, her friends, her men, her whole society, by the very nature of who she is and who they are and what has happened on this Earth. It is about women of love, of Spirit and of sex. It is about men of love, of Spirit and of sex. It is about the Cinderellas of this world. It is about the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™. Who she is and how, loving her is the secret to Paradise on Earth and how we have been living a lie for 8000+ years. A lie of male (non High Priest) religion with a male ‘God’ and with Patriarchs and Patriarchal types and Matriarchs and Matriarchal types ruling over us and making our lives hell, all in the name of family, the tribe and the way things are and should remain. Hate, fascism and profanity. A sick society that vilifies, more than anyone else, the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™, just because it was told to. A sick society that calls her Eve. A sick society that has forgotten who we all are, let alone the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™. This is about us remembering and knowing who WE are.
This is a programme of healing for the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™, and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, to take them and particularly, her, from monstrous levels of low self esteem and lack of self knowledge, back to herself and it is a programme for all those who truly want to love her, and indeed, him. This is a programme for the greatest carers on Earth, who are vilified, destroyed, ridiculed, ignored, abused, used, misused and hated for being everything that those who would steal from us are not. This is a programme to turn Cinderellas into The Sacred Whore High Priestesses and for anyone who wants to love her or live by the values of the The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™. And this is a programme to turn sensitive men into Sacred Whore High Priests™ and for anyone who wants to love him and live by the values of the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and High Priest Society. Love, humanity, Spirit and sex. This is a programme to reverse 8000+ years of witch burning, women hating and healer ridicule. This is about the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and all those who would love her and live by her values.
This is about the chance for Paradise on Earth. This is a programme for the most beautiful, kind hearted, wounded women and men on this planet. A programme of how to implement a system of how to beat life, how to survive life and how to resurrect from the grief that is a true life. Alchemy and Liberation and Humanity of the lower mind into the higher mind, the soul and the inner heart and therefore one's true, confident, ‘happy’, successful, creative, sexual, sensual, individual, intelligent, emotionally healed, capable of loving and being loved self. How to turn grief into creation and survive and thrive, despite all the shit, all the pain and all the hurt. How to live in a world of madness, hollowness and cruelty and how to be a winner. How to stand up for oneself and to take back the power that has been stolen from anyone with heart, Spirit and sex. The art and science of Alchemy.
This is a programme, based on my scholarly and non scholarly work over 15 years (so far), if not for my whole life, and my extensive and intense, visceral experiences of self transformation from resignation, cynicism and despair to a state of relative bliss, and above all, the right to be. The programme and the courses and my speaking and indeed my forthcoming book, will cover the method of change. The psychological, sociological, spiritual, cultural, political, emotional and physical and even anthropological methods of change. Why we are here. Who the Sacred Whore High Priestess™ is and why she is here. And who the Sacred Whore High Priest™ is. Why we are here. Who we are and what we are and why we are. The beauty and glory of the truth. The meaning of life, no less. This will be on offer in the future.
My first book of consciousness, my first book of the spiritual politics of humanity, of authentic power and of self love and strength. A comprehensive series of online courses, live events and audio and visual material. Books, live events, CDs and DVDs. And one on one personal empowerment consultations. The Amera Ziganii Rao Method of Change™. The right to be and the way to have the right to be. And indeed, how to maintain the will to live without love. How to BE unconditional, self sufficient, self caring, self love. The right to be and the will to be and the unparalleled success that comes with that. The Lost Knowledge™. HOW to live. And how to heal others, the profane and the sick and the soulless. The others. My Business and that of any Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and Sacred Whore High Priest™, is Human Rights, The Right to a Sexual Society, Self Actualisation and Freedom.
My Business is To Overthrow Fascism, in the Home and in the Country. My business is also mastering destiny. Overthrowing the ultimate 'fascism'. Our journey on Earth and The Return To The Source. Our healing, our ascension and our redemption. Fate. The daily crucifixions of a true life, the challenges and the fury of being healers and people of love on a planet like Earth.
Submitting to the journey to liberate and evolve oneself, through following one's heart, however much heartbreak and devastation it leads to on the long long long journey to freedom and then the longer journey to happiness. 'Long Road to Freedom', as Nelson Mandela says. My business is always taking risks, never giving up and making the endless sacrifices it takes to become whole. Enlightenment, Nirvana and then Parinirvana and beyond. My business is pain. My business is bliss.
My business is seeing the truly glory of Spirit on Earth. The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™ and all that it is. Spirit, humanity, sex and love again at last. And the end of our legacy as either servants or witches or unpaid carers or indeed, ignored mistresses, other women, other men even, and the weirdos that are at the bottom of society. This is our world and it is time to take it back and I can show you how. And that makes my life, truly, worth living.
I want you to feel the way I do. Alive, with the right to be and the belligerence to exist in this profane and male ‘God’ led world of male supremacy, female supremacy, domestic, casual fascism, tribe rules from hell, with beautiful and kind, love intelligence laden, female and male Cinderella warriors at the bottom, caring for everyone else and getting nothing but hatred, ridicule and isolation for it. The meek are already inheriting the Earth and I can show you how.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
I enter the magical hours of pure feeling, pure thought, pure imagination and I think and I write and I 'mysticise' the Universe. I escape at will, the truth of my humanless, Samurai solitude, and I pursue the truth of love in myself and in everyone else. I am philosopher. I am shaman. I am alone. I frontier the Soul to be spirit on Earth.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
To trust your soul is to have courage. The courage to ‘get out of the way’. It takes a commitment to courage, a changing of the very matter of one’s access to courage, one’s relationship with courage and becoming the total renegade of an individual you have to, to become soul. It is that rare. ‘Getting out of the way’ takes a commitment to love and loving and being of love, no matter what. And frankly, that means redefining what love is, EVERY STEP OF THE WAY. Finding out what love really is and getting rid of the bullshit we think it is. Love. Soul. Power. It takes courage to be soul. Courage, courage and courage. The rest is easy. Soul is soul. Finally it is an absolute relief to get out of the way. The life of soul may be hair raising, treacherous and mind numbingly arduous. But it is a life of no regrets. Courage. The key to soul. Just give it a go. Wear that hat, say what’s on your mind, dream your dreams again, dream your dreams at all and just smile through the hate. Including one’s doubt. Courage. ‘Kill’ when you have to, especially yourself, and smile the rest of the time and cry when you need to. Always cry. Earth is a battlefield and crying is the way to win. Soul is a way of life. The natural way. Courage is ‘all’ it takes. We learnt the rules, only so we could break them. The rest is the art of life. Creation. Creating oneself again and again and again. Soul. The only way of life worth anything. Otherwise, we are just waiting to die. We don’t need to. We can live. It’s called soul.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Self esteem. True, authentic, self knowing, self esteem. The one that includes the sex, the primal, the primitive, the animal, the real. The one that includes humanity and a state of unconditional love. Non needing, non greedy, non controlling, non afraid, non negative and non inhumane and non angry. Self esteem. What ego really is, in its true essence. The physical vehicle of self esteem. The physical vehicle of action, reaction, mastery, ‘misstery’, love and war, tenderness and sexuality. Humanity and human. The beautiful, crafted, styled, educated, aware, sincere, active, visceral, sexual, super sexual, heart led, sensitive, humane, courageous and ethical, hopeful ego. The instinct. The intuition. The magic. The primal. The whole. The whole Soul.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
The Harvest
And then comes the great battle. The war for one's dreams. The mastering of the ego. The attainment of the harvest of one's inner life. Certainty.
The key at this stage is to not worry. The Universe answers will. Will, will, will and will. Each day of 'failure' to overcome yourself or attain what you want or declare who you really are is a day of purifying your soul and chipping away at the ego. This is the final showdown. Ascension. This is the final battle and the toughest one you will ever wage in your life, within you. How to get what you really really want and how to feel really really good about it. Certainty.
The certainty of the warrior. A warrior who knows that everyone CAN be taken care of, despite the warrior's certainty of dream which does not include them, a warrior who knows that this is the will of The Universe and not his or her own 'ego' dream, a warrior who is not afraid to stand up in society or in the group or in the family and say, 'this is me, this is who I am'. The certainty of the warrior. Soul.
The warrior who makes the pain and sadness sacrifice to go after what he or she has wanted and worked towards their whole life, or indeed, lives on earth. A warrior, who CAN turn the world upside down to attain the dream.
As the dream begins to manifest, the ego grows enormous. This is raw terror and the pains and fears of old. Ego after all has been your 'best friend'. It took care of you when no one else would. As is the way of the path of life.
The last stand of ego and it will fight you all the way and give you bitter disappointments every day that you 'fail' and tell you, 'ah, see, you couldn't do it again, it can't be right, it isn't meant to be' and every other negative under the sun. Every day you can't do what you are being pushed and driven to do. You don't fail. You chisel away and wash away another layer of the fearful and grief ridden ego. You just wash away another level of doubt and fear, in other words. This is the alchemical truth of the norm.
It is a very painful and frustrating performance of daily action. To attain your dream and make it happen.
The fear of loss then grows even more, alongside it. What if, what if, what if.
Believe in yourself, believe in the process and believe in the dream. The dream is not going anywhere but standing right in front of you with open arms. The dream loves you. You are worthy of the dream. The dream is worthy of you.
And the more you push, the more you take the blows of daily pain and temporary loss of gain, the further you go forward every day. That is will in action.
That is the development of courage. That is a warrior, refining his or her weapons.
The ability to love is created minute by minute and the ability to CREATE and manifest true life is created minute by minute. You are in rapid growth at this point. And growth is painful.
What is the weapon that is being refined? The vehicle of the higher purpose of the soul. The dream that dreamed you. The alchemical transformation of ALL your lives.
When it comes, it's a shock. When it comes, the anxiety is uncontrollable. When it comes, the GRIEF is inconsolable. When it comes, it carries so much pain. When it comes, it goes. When it comes, it goes.
Will. The manufacture of courage. And the certainty of love.
Confidence. Certainty. Creation.
The alchemical shift is rebirth. Redemption. The harvest of your soul.
Be patient. And then be REALLY impatient. And drink lots of water. The rebirth is as painful as the first birth. You are re entering earth. This time as your true and beautiful and conscious within consciousness self. You are entering soul. Soul loves you. So does your dream. You pass the test. It is will.
The rest will come. You are worthy. And you deserve every happiness you dreamed of. You deserve your dream. Because you have the will.
And just remember this. Everything you have ever been and everything you have ever done, has prepared you for this moment on earth. The entrance into soul is the attainment of your dream. To BE yourself. Your true self. To be you, have the life you want and the love you want in your life. To love without condition, to love in the pure heart again, with inner power and outer power combined. To possess the (holy) warrior's key. Certainty. To BECOME soul. To become you. To become your dream.
Certainty = redemption = courage = soul = dream.
Bear the pain and don't doubt the dream. It's worth it. Push that will. Take the blows. And then get up and push again. Fear will finally be pacified. Fear will finally know you are okay. Fear will finally give way. Courage is your soul.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2015
I can feel your sexuality. I love it. My beautiful, filthy, dominating, obsessed, possessed, hedonistic, nihilistic, Sacred beast of a man. Because those of us who are the most sexual, what do we think, in the truth context of the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™, and The Sacred Whore High Priestess (Priest) Society™, that means? We are the most spiritual. The most sexual are in fact the most spiritual. Spirituality being the communing between Mortal and The High Priestess (Priest) to reach ecstasy. Orgasm. Bliss. The most active, dirty minded, passionate, non reproductive, hedonistic, glorious, worthwhile, point of life, meditation or prayer or communing on Earth. THE way to reach God, The Mother, The Universe™. THE way to happiness. Humanity. Joy. Hope. Love. Sex. Sex. Our sex. Sex.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
Love takes courage. Love takes being ready. Love takes love.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
Amera Ziganii Rao is a former hard news journalist who is now turning professional with her art forms and indeed, her healing forms, after a long journey of inner searching, self teaching and exploring many layers and areas of both craft and wisdom. She is now working on her first book of philosophy and esoteric thought, and social, cultural and spiritual commentary. She is also showing her first photography collections. And last but most definitely not least, she is building a business to share her Sacred Whore High Priestess Society consciousness and empowering explorations to reach as many people as possible across the world. She is in her forties and currently lives in London.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
In the meantime, please enjoy this website. I have included many of the subjects I am covering, areas of experience and insight that I will be exploring to the fullest in my book, the courses and all the other work that is to come as a dramatist, novelist and essayist. I also of course, include many of the wise people on this planet, who have come long before me; authors, screen dramatists, playwrights, film makers, artists, and other enlighteners and grand carriers of the wisdom I have found the most helpful on my journey, to find peace and become enlightened. The seemingly impossible journey, in the face of oneself and one’s circumstances. People who have contributed massively to my healing on this mad journey called life, in this insane existence called The Universe. People who have helped to make me as good a carrier of wisdom as I in turn, can be. Thank you.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
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