You are not the beloved son. They lied to you. You are a cog in the wheel of the Patriarchal Toilet Tribe of Womb Stealing, Whores and Madonnas and Machines. Wake up and smell the coffee and shed that blood. I rescued myself, I took care of myself, I escaped the Toilet Tribe by myself. I gave up all illusions of the Prince of Charming and I have become myself, all by myself. I have showed you the way, I have paved the way and I have guided the way. But I cannot and should not physically rescue you too. That. you will have to do all by yourself. Your rite to adulthood. Your rite of way. Your rite to me. You will shed blood. It is written. They tell you that you are happy. And you believe it until you don't. You will shed blood. You will rise and you will be risen.
It is you who are a slave. And I am here to liberate you and take you to the promised land. Moses as woman. The Sacred Whore in the 21st century. You are a slave. And I am here to liberate you. Avatar. Intellectuality, sexuality, imagination, heart and sedition. Penetration.
Amera Ziganii Rao ©
I may have gone to war for your soul and I may have saved it from the darkness of this Patriarchal Womb Stealing, Male Homicide, Female Genocide, Misogynistic pig toilet, world, but it is still not yours. You are still a slave. They still hold your soul hostage. You are still helpless, lost and brainwashed by the 'Good Shephard' prosaic mentality of the 'Pseudo Beloved Son'. And that is the miserable tragedy of both our lives and will have to do for now.
I 'sing for you' and leave you be. The journey to true love is trecherous, almost impossible and mindblowingly long, lonely, exhausting and demoralising. It will be worth it in the end and that is all I can do. Accept what dreams take. Accept the horror of our fate. Accept that to free oneself on Earth is a miracle. But to free another human being and achieve Terrestrial Paradise is obviously way beyond a miracle. It happens. It does happen. But first, you have to know you are a slave. And then you will shed blood at last.
Cinderella has to wait for her Prince Charming once again. He's still stuck in prison. A gold edged, luxurious, bland, plastic, self pampering, alcoholic flowing land of Stockholm Syndrome land of perfection and small prizes for the colluders to keep them happy, so they won't wake up and realise they are actually bondage slaves without the sex. Doms without their subs and sexless beasts of the land of nothing. No wonder the whole world is so unhappy. They hold our souls in storage for when we die. And we call that living.
Amera Ziganii Rao ©
Warrior (Artwork)
There are but two tribes in the world. Amera Ziganii Rao
Those who live by the heart and through the sex of the soul and those who live by the absence of the heart and with no respect for either sex or the soul. The true tribe and the false tribe.
To be liberated from falseness, you have to acknowledge the full horror of non existence that living by the absence of the heart creates and you have to feel your passport to the true tribe.
And once feeling it you have to value it. Otherwise you stay plugged in forever.
My passport to truth was that I just didn't fit in - literally and figuratively. And that trying to fit in almost killed me.
And so I left polite society. With its thirst for power, contempt for humanity, its bigotry, its eurocentric shallowness of bodyfacism and its material greed.
And, oh yes, its hatred for woman. The body of a woman. The sex of the soul and the humanity of the heart.
Where patriarchal domestication means that a woman still believes in the hearth and home, more than she values the sanctity of sex and the independence of the human spirit.
Where patriarchal domestication and enslavement means a man can only believe in the sexless tribe, rather than the sanctity of sex and the independence of the human spirit. And indeed sexual love.
The polite society that breeds a pack of cowards through the greatest, most effective, most matrix entrenched, form of human control on the planet. The Stepford society.
There are but two tribes in the world.
Amera Ziganii Rao ©
Other Links
The Helpless Rochester. Macbeth. The Real Man. Amera Ziganii Rao
http://ameraziganiirao.blogspot.com/2011/07/helpless-rochester-macbeth-real-man.html
Escape to Paradise. Amera Ziganii Rao
http://ameraziganiirao.blogspot.com/2011/04/escape-to-paradise-amera-ziganii-rao.html
Freedom. The Right to Be Free. Amera Ziganii Rao
http://ameraziganiirao.blogspot.com/2011/07/freedom-right-to-be-free-amera-ziganii.html
Revolution From Within. Amera Ziganii Rao
http://ameraziganiirao.blogspot.com/2011/07/revolution-from-within-amera-ziganii.html
The Bloodshed of Ascension. Human Rights. Love. Amera Ziganii Rao
http://ameraziganiirao.blogspot.com/2011/07/bloodshed-of-ascension-human-rights.html
Courage. The Joy of Living Dangerously. Osho
http://ameraziganiirao.blogspot.com/2011/07/practical-wisdom-courage-osho.html
I Went to War For His Soul. Amera Ziganii Rao
http://ameraziganiirao.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-went-to-war-for-his-soul-amera.html
Thank you to outside source for original artwork. Darkroomed by Amera Ziganii Rao