Ancient Rites Pt ll
Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™. Writings. On Human Nature l. The Perfection of the Sado Masochistic Dream. Amera Ziganii Rao
2011
2011
9½ Weeks Understood at Last. The Return to Eden Failed. Destiny is not Mine. Amera Ziganii Rao
True love being the continuation of the sexual politics of love and hatred by other means. True love being mastery so that non teddy bear love, true sexuality, can be merged with real love and not psychopathic behaviour. The miracle that has passed me by. The sorrow of my life. But my ticket to freedom with no regrets, having tried the greatest love dynamic on earth and having failed. At least I tried, at least he tried and at least we both gave it everything we had.
If it is human love that does not exist, I now believe it one hundred percent. It seems I have been a high priestess, who has been involved with human sickness for over 40 years and specifically male sickness for 30 years. And if the only way to create a Master is to leave a man, I totally believe and accept that. This it appears, is the truth of S&M and true love on earth. A monster has to heal into being a man first. It's called Mastery. It's called love intelligence. It's called Soul.
And until then, a sub has to have the strength and wisdom to run away as fast as she can. Being with a coward and a psychopath is not love and it is certainly no fun. 'Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.' 9 1/2 Weeks. It has played out completely. No regrets. To create a Master is to leave a man.
So love does not attract love. Is that what I came to this life to find out? Love does not attract love. The laws of abundance are a blatant lie. I have loved and have only ever attracted psychopaths, so how is that love attracting love? No matter. I leave behind love forever and do not want it from another human being ever again in my life. I refuse to court it ever again and accept the abject loneliness of a person who loves in a world of hatred and insanity and sickness. Call it dependency, call it control, call it not being able to live fully, call it what you will. To me, it is human sickness and boring as hell. And so is the alternative. I don't want to marry a 'brother'. I wanted a man who would f==k me as I deserve.
So what's next? As I sit here, looking at the toilet that is my life, I intend material abundance and hope that the laws of material abundance work better than the lies of love abundance. I used to think I didn't believe in love. Wrong. Now I do not believe in love. Love does not exist. My twin soul made me see that and where can one go after an experience like that? The only way to go is up.
There is no love and love does not attract love. The conclusion of my life that strangely, I accept in clarity, peace and hope. I intend a new life, without other peoples' love, without marriage, without sexual love, without true companionship and without my twin. Oh. I already have that. Okay. I intend wealth, creative recognition and self sufficiency and embrace total and utter aloneness. I have after all been well groomed for it. Being born to psychopaths and having the mindlessly painful fate of loving one too. Give me a life. Give me myself and leave me alone.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
2011
Sadomasochism; The Chains of Love. Nancy Friday
Faced with the problem of what gift could be made as proof of devotion to an omnipotent Being, the Christian saints offered up their voluntary suffering.
The idea that love and pain are inextricably mixed is enshrined in the Bible itself.
I have always hated the cliche that women are the masochistic sex. I am not excited by movie violence, and the emotions of shame and humiliation trouble me more than any other. Again and again, as I went over the material for this chapter, I almost gave up the effort to understand the devil's rage of S & M fantasies.
And yet, if we could come to see how pleasure can be born of pain, if we could make contact in ourselves with that lefthanded love that makes a man dream of degrading the woman he desires most, couldn't we understand almost anything else in human sexuality?
To begin, I had to move from the point of view of the shocked judgmental observer, get rid of the relentlessly egocentric picture of myself as possible victim.
It was to enter a make believe world of mirrors, contradictions and opposites, of children’s nightmares played out with the physical strength and passion of grown men.
It is humiliating to be told our adult anxieties are rooted in childhood. Is it possible we are still repeating scenes first played at two, four, or eight years of age, only this time the role of mommy is being acted by a lover, wife, or husband?
Perhaps the idea most difficult to understand is that sexuality can be tangled up with nursery emotions. Dear God, if we aren't separated from childhood when in bed with our lovers, when does adult life begin?
I personally have resisted this interference all my life, and assume most readers have, too - especially men, who are supposed to have cut the cord to home and mother so much earlier than women. But no understanding of these fantasies of torture masters, grovelling slaves, and pain can be reached without accepting that they are both infantile and grandiose at the same time.
Beneath their wildly differing and exotic details, the common denominator is fury at the loss of authority and control to women. In our society, father usually abdicates the raising and discipline of small children to mother.
You may remember father as harsh or kind, but all of us tend to forget how relatively late he enters our emotional lives. He is not usually the one who feeds and nurtures the baby, covers him when he is cold, picks him up when frightened - or punishes him into acceptance of civilisation's first rules.
"Don't do this," mother says to her little boy. "You must do that." Sit, stand, eat, sleep - the commands batter his self esteem all day long. Eventually, the child digs in his heels and says NO.
"Do you want to go to the park?" "No." Do you want to stay home?" "No". It is the child's effort to recapture infantile omnipotence, to assert his independence in the face of life's overwhelming pressure to conform. The boy's rage against mother's rules is evidence of his struggle to preserve an emerging sense of himself as his own man.
Tired of the battle, he removes himself from mom's control by spending more time out of the house, in the anarchic freedom of boys his own age.
Daddy and society encourage him to be a man, to be adventurous and assert himself - to be as unlike mother as possible.
The young man's sport of 'mooning' - dropping one's trousers to flash a naked rear end in the face of an astonished public - is a playfully defiant gesture; it asserts the mother's right to masculine behaviour "no matter what anyone thinks."
Can anyone imagine a girl mooning? When women are involved in the young man's assertion of sexuality and daring, the matter becomes less playful. "You filthy, terrible person!" the girl cries when he gathers up nerve to put his hand between her legs. "I never want to see you again!" He feels the beast for having tried to be a man.
In our society, saying no to sex is usually the feminine role. The girl's outrage at the boy's sexual advances comes from trying to be as much like her mother as possible; those are her rules for gender identity.
"If anything bad happens, " mothers warn their daughters, "I don't care why or how, it is the girl's fault." Controlling men, denying men, offering sex only with strings attached, confusing it with love, romance and marriage - that becomes second nature, the very mark of a lady.
The damage done to the feminine psyche is considerable. But not the subject of this book. The result to men is that while biology drives them to seek sexual satisfaction, they feel they must 'attack' women to get it.
Fortunately for the survival of the human race, the sexual imperative will not be denied. The girl who at fifteen made him feel like a beast, capitulates when she is twenty. But there is a price. "No", she says, "only if you love (and/or marry) me" "No" she says as a wife, "I don't feel like it tonight because you were mean to me yesterday." "No" she says, "I will never try that because it is disgusting."
The husband feels a familiar loss of power, a frustration of desire, a damming up of his most central self. He is regressed back to those angers first felt when he was so little he had to do as women ordered. Some men may put the resulting frustration and rage into their work or into extramarital affairs. Others may run away or just have a philosophical drink with the boys and forget it.
Some men cannot. Their angers are too heated to be forgotten or released through ordinary channels. S&M fantasies provide a safe outlet, reversing old positions of dominance. "They assert your right to be yourself no matter what others say." Eliot, one of the contributors.
The man is taking revenge for hurts he has felt ever since he was a boy.......
......Fantasies like Eliot's illustrate men's ultimate love/rage polarisation. The inner logic has been pushed so far, become so exaggerated, that is has entered the absurd. While S&M may be the most terrifying aspect of the erotic imagination, it allows us to examine the masculine conflict on the largest possible scale.
Here men are, pursuing both ends of their ambivalence at the same time; lusting after women, but also angry at them. Wanting their love, but wanting to hurt and humiliate too.
Men trained by our culture to think of women as pure, asexual creatures, but dreaming of turning them into sexual animals as 'dirty' as themselves. Men forcing women to love them, whipping them into sexual happiness. Heart on the sleeve, the torturer's mask on the face.
A cartoon-simple notion of the sadist would start with the idea that he has no concern for how his victims feel. In fact, wouldn't the ultimate refinement be, not that the victim grows to love her pain and finds orgasmic relief in it, but that she hates it so much it finally breaks her?
After reading a few of these fantasies however, a surprising picture begins to come through. Again and again, we find that underneath the sadistic facade the fantasy has a contradictory story to tell.
The man seems to be saying that he inflicts his will onto the victim not to be cruel, but to force the inhibited woman into pleasure she could not accept in any other way.
Eliot hurts his sexual partner "just enough to give pleasure....soon she begins to cry out - not with pain but with a series of soul-wracking orgasms."
He selflessly mentions no orgasm of his own, only the satisfaction of helping the woman "expiate (her) guilt". Eliot signs himself with an aggressively masculine nom de guerre but doesn't the picture he gives us have elements of a mother giving a child a dose of bitter medicine "for her own good"?
Is it possible that one element of the sadistic character is based on identification with a female model - mother herself, the Ogress of the Nursery?
Eliot gives us another insight into the inversions of power so characteristic of S&M. We need not expect fantasies to follow the unities of Greek drama, but out of what motivation does the woman in his story suddenly say, "I am a bad girl"?
There has been no preparation, she has done nothing wrong. Then we realise these four words are a stage direction from her to him. She is telling him she needs to be punished. He has her permission to proceed. If Eliot is the actor, she is the playwright.
Instead of Eliot feeling he is a bad boy because he wants to express anger and get sex, the woman takes all the blame and initiative. Women have always denied him sex; this woman now begs for it.
Eliot whips women in revenge for the suffering they have caused him, but his cruelty arouses no fear or retaliatory anger. He has constructed his fantasy to emphasise that the woman is a volunteer. He is not forcing her to do anything; he is merely carrying out her orders.
This is very curious. Since fantasies from men like Eliot take as given that men are imperious, powerful and superior to women, why do notions of guilt, of needing to appease the victim with pleasure - even a suspicion of fear of the woman - so inexorably enter?
Why do these fantasies tell us again and again that only superficially is the man the 'master', that underneath he is the woman's servant? Is it his will he is serving here or hers?......
........There is an interesting parallel between women’s rape fantasies and male S&M scenarios. Not one woman I have ever met actually wanted to be raped in reality; what she wanted from a fantasy of being forced was release from responsibility. "I'm a good girl but he made me do it. It's not my fault."
The men who invent these fantasies don't want to be blamed either. It is the woman's stubbornness that is forcing them to take drastic measures.
Even then, they declare the whip is used lovingly, lightly. In Tod's fantasy the woman's flesh is so beloved that he uses padded handcuffs so as not to bruise her. He is merely being cruel to be kind; he doesn't 'really' want to inflict pain, but to force the woman to relax, lose control, experience passion, lust, filth, perversity, depravity - all the orgasmic emotions that have been rolling around in the man's unconscious in one big undifferentiated stew labelled BAD.
Even in chains, the woman is placed in a judgmental role. If he can force her to join him in these forbidden pleasures, his anxiety will be appeased. Women like sex too.
It is not his fault is she will not easily admit that she is aroused and he must go to extremes to break her inhibiting chains. She is making him do it! If she were free and nonjudgmental, spontaneously erotic and all-giving, he would not have to use force to get her to admit she secretly loves the orgastic pleasures she pretends to hate.
What he wants it not the ouch of pain but the shuddering "Ooooooohhhhh!" of lust. This tells the man that control of the sexual situation has passed from the woman to him. The little boy has grown up.
Larry's fantasy of the woman as 'sexual slave' goes further in expressing the contradictory notion of forcing your victim not to hate you, but to love you. What men need, he writes in capital letters, is "PERMISSION" from the slave.
But why? How could a slave hurt him? Why does he need her permission?
These questions cannot be answered on the level of everyday logic. Only when we remember that the woman in the fantasy has symbolic meaning can we begin to fathom her retaliatory powers.
During the first months of life, mother bends every effort to see that the baby experiences no fear at all. If he is wet, hungry, cold or lonely, all he has to do is signal his discomfort. Immediately the malaise is fixed. One cry from him and he is fed. Magic! At this stage, he is so symbiotic with mother, he feels they are one; her powers are his.
As time passes, the infant's growing ability to perceive more of reality and how it works, ironically brings him realisation of his helplessness. He is not his mother. Mother is not him. She has power, but is separate from him. The world is not waiting to fix itself just because he cries.
Mother has a will of her own.
The object of the baby's love has thus also become the focus of his fear. Maternal care and solicitude may put his fear to sleep for a while, and in the happiness conferred, a basic balance is struck.
Contrary to popular superstition, mother doesn't have to be perfect. If she is what psychiatrists call "a good enough mother" the child will come to see life as something more to be trusted than not. Fearful things may happen, but mother can sooth them away.
Thus encouraged, the child moves outward, into life. He has learned that if he is obedient, doesn't lose his temper and does everything mother wants, he will be rewarded by her love.
If he is bad, gets angry, or throws things to express frustration, he will be met by another mother, the one who frowns. This is the origin of conflict. The good mother and the bad one.
In the second year, a traumatic war breaks out. Psychiatrists call this phase of life "the terrible twos", when the child finds his will, pitted against the mother's in the battle over toilet training - one of the universal traumas of life everyone 'forgets'.
Like S&M fantasies themselves, it is a conflict that mixes love and fear, rewards and punishment, anger and affection, discipline and freedom.
Not every atom of our being is beloved by mother! In fact, there is this other, furious side of her that does not like us, that disciplines and controls us because she thinks we are shitty. How dare she! We feel, but are too scared to say.
Sphincter control is difficult.
How many of her frowns and punishments must be endured before we learn self-discipline so iron-clad it never relaxes even in sleep? We hate this bad side of mother but must obey her. What if she got angry and withdrew her love? We are diminished. One day, we will get our revenge......It is surprising that so many S&M fantasies dwell on details of excretion?
The battle of the chamber pot is not the only defeat we suffer as children, but it can be taken as symbolic of the many other conflicts we must lose in the (alas,) generally thankless parental struggle for the child's socialisation.
When I first read male fantasies that confused love and sex with shit and piss, I wanted to cut this chapter down to a bare minimum. "Who wants to read about something like that?" I had to get past my own prejudices - stemming from my own training as a little girl - before I could come to see that S&M fantasies express an aspect of male experience that women do not go through.
When young girls cross over to the love of men (father), they get a kind of fresh start. But men remain in love with women all their lives; leftover angers against mother get transferred onto the no-saying girls of adolescence and then onto the women of their mature years.
Girls are taught that surrendering their autonomy wins them something more valuable; they will be called 'womanly' and attract someone to love and take care of them. The little boy is taught that love, while important, is not so sexually defining as independence. That is his gender identity.
He may have made some concessions to women, but he wants them to know it was against his will. "If you really love me, you wouldn't demand that I be clean." he never fully accepted feminine rules. Alone together, men reinforce in each other the desire to show the war still goes on.
They piss in the sink at the hunting lodge, don't shave, drink from beer cans, and eat off dirty plates. If a woman visitor registers shock, the men smile. From these emotions arise S&M fantasies in which women are not allowed to object to men's obsessive use of details of excretion, but are forced to love them instead.
To the psychoanalyst, the compulsion to bring scatology into sexual matters is evidence that S&M fantasies are the work of a two year old mind surviving in a grown-up man. The preoccupation itself is a method of giving in to mother's demands, but expressing forbidden anarchic anal impulses anyway.
Instead of the imagination being left wild and free, the mind is controlled by an obsession with detail.
Some sphincter of the imagination is at work. It keeps the focus of the fantasy narrow and limited, but nevertheless preoccupied with the forbidden.
If urine and faeces were what the early struggle for autonomy was about, they continue to be its weapons today. Since these emissions from the body become eroticized by S&M logic, it is surprising that semen often becomes a "dirty" weapon in the fight too?
Once long ago, a woman would not allow him to discharge these emissions from his body as he willed. Young girls found his semen distasteful and ugly. Now the feminine sex will have to take these awful manifestations of his body into their own.
All children suffer injuries to the will. Therefore, why aren't we all turned on by S&M? Because many parents - most, I believe - temper the inevitable disciplines and frustrations of growing up with love and tenderness.
On the other hand, if humiliation, beatings, or other punishments were the principal tools by which a child was taught, he is a likely candidate to become an S&M dreamer - his parent’s offspring into this as in everything else.
It is no accident that Tod tells us he was a battered child. It is a truism among social workers that most parents who batter their children were themselves beaten up by their parents when they were little.
Violence and its fantasies are passed on from one generation to the next.
NANCY FRIDAY
If the ego feels threatened by the other – worldly character of the feminine, there develops a strong defence which results in over-identification with masculine persona roles. These roles may be culturally defined, or related to the mask one wears in professional life. Often a man fails to differentiate between his essential identity and his persona, becoming only the mask.
Nancy Qualls Corbett
True Love as the continuation of the sexual politics of love and hatred Pt l. Amera Ziganii Rao
First I thought he was a god.
Then I condemned him as a devil.
Then I realised he was a man.
Now I see him as a human being.
First I thought he was a god.
Then I condemned him as a devil.
Then I realised he was a man.
Now I see him as a human being.
And I grieve a life away. I grieve for the god who has gone.
And suffer a mortal husk of suppression, oppression and repression instead,
As the ‘god’ tries to find himself again.
As the ‘god’ tries to become a god.
And therefore a decent human being again.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
And suffer a mortal husk of suppression, oppression and repression instead,
As the ‘god’ tries to find himself again.
As the ‘god’ tries to become a god.
And therefore a decent human being again.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
True Love as the continuation of the sexual politics of love and hatred Pt ll. Amera Ziganii Rao
'First I thought he was a god.
Then I condemned him as a devil.
Then I realised he was a man.
Now I see him as a human being.'
But before that miracle, I get stuck in the place of dehumanisation.
Where I can’t take responsibility for allowing him to be a wolf and a king.
Where I can’t take responsibility for allowing him to be a wolf and a king.
Back and forth I go, unknowingly expecting a teddy bear with a tepid sex,
when what I dream of is a man who will take me at his will.
when what I dream of is a man who will take me at his will.
I give out one message and actually want something else.
And unwittingly I confuse and vilify him and don’t let him just exist.
Taught by my mothers and grandmothers that real sex is actually
Something to desist.
And unwittingly I confuse and vilify him and don’t let him just exist.
Taught by my mothers and grandmothers that real sex is actually
Something to desist.
And then I find it hard to explain the lack of fulfilment.
As I run from the only happiness I’ve ever been blessed with.
A man who loves and hates with a mastery of mixed emotions and what is actually love.
Who mirrors my every nuance of truth and wholeness and the real Adam and Eve.
As I run from the only happiness I’ve ever been blessed with.
A man who loves and hates with a mastery of mixed emotions and what is actually love.
Who mirrors my every nuance of truth and wholeness and the real Adam and Eve.
And then I realise at last that everything taught has been pathetic.
And that true love is a sado masochistic dream of beauty and the beast.
That true love and real sex is a dance of politics and if done right,
Is God’s plan for real on earth. And nothing weak or warm or tepid.
And that true love is a sado masochistic dream of beauty and the beast.
That true love and real sex is a dance of politics and if done right,
Is God’s plan for real on earth. And nothing weak or warm or tepid.
Trusting a man is far from apathetic.
Feminisation is finally the aim and falling into his arms
And giving him the keys to the realm.
Feminisation is finally the aim and falling into his arms
And giving him the keys to the realm.
These are things that become the highest evolution for a female.
But the great news is too, that by that time, the negotiation has got us both out of hell.
But the great news is too, that by that time, the negotiation has got us both out of hell.
The return to Eden is about one thing. Recognising and owning that sexuality is not just
An exercise to expand the tribe. A quick fumble in the dark to make sure there are heirs to the throne.
And then pretending that sex has nothing to do with decent existence and that it is a necessary bind.
The lie taught to us by people unknown. That relegates the devils and whores to states of hatred.
An exercise to expand the tribe. A quick fumble in the dark to make sure there are heirs to the throne.
And then pretending that sex has nothing to do with decent existence and that it is a necessary bind.
The lie taught to us by people unknown. That relegates the devils and whores to states of hatred.
The dance between a man and a woman involves it all.
The primal and the political and the spiritual and the emotional.
Re-defining love is the most important thing to achieve on earth.
And could be really, the school’s only curriculum of worth.
The primal and the political and the spiritual and the emotional.
Re-defining love is the most important thing to achieve on earth.
And could be really, the school’s only curriculum of worth.
We are here to be happy. That is God’s purpose for us.
Not to be slaves of wages or reproduction or expanding the tribe.
Not to shove ourselves into the categories of distrust, suspicion and separation.
Not to be slaves of wages or reproduction or expanding the tribe.
Not to shove ourselves into the categories of distrust, suspicion and separation.
A man is a god, is a man, is a devil, is a human being.
A woman is a woman, a whore, a goddess and an angel.
A woman is a woman, a whore, a goddess and an angel.
Don’t let us just leave the highest achievers on this planet to enjoy the spoils.
The only thing to focus on in life is how to love one another.
And that means cleansing the past and re-creating what we want.
These are post tribal times and must be grabbed for what they are.
The only thing to focus on in life is how to love one another.
And that means cleansing the past and re-creating what we want.
These are post tribal times and must be grabbed for what they are.
The evolution of ‘love’ into the greatest feelings on earth.
The journey to manifest as much courage inside one as there is possible to find.
Stepping away from the conditioning of centuries past and making a new world
That has sex at its mast.
The journey to manifest as much courage inside one as there is possible to find.
Stepping away from the conditioning of centuries past and making a new world
That has sex at its mast.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
Thunder
Perfect Mind
I was sent from the power
and have come to those who contemplate me
and am found among those who seek me.
and have come to those who contemplate me
and am found among those who seek me.
Look at me, you who contemplate me,
and you who hear, listen to me.
You awaiting me, take me to yourselves.
Do not banish me from before your eyes.
Do not let your voice be hateful toward me,
nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me,
in any place, at any time.
Be alert; do not be ignorant of me.
and you who hear, listen to me.
You awaiting me, take me to yourselves.
Do not banish me from before your eyes.
Do not let your voice be hateful toward me,
nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me,
in any place, at any time.
Be alert; do not be ignorant of me.
For I am the first and the last.
I am the honoured and the scorned.
I am the whore and the holy.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am the mother and the daughter.
I am the limbs of my mother.
I am a barren woman
who has many children.
I have had many weddings
and have taken no husband.
I am a midwife
and a woman who does not give birth.
I am the solace of my own birth pains.
I am bride and groom,
and my husband produced me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband,
and he is my offspring.
I am the servant of him who fashioned me,
I am the ruler of my offspring.
He produced me with a premature birth,
and he is my offspring born on time,
and my strength is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth,
and he is the rod of my old age,
and whatever he wishes happens to me.
I am silence that is incomprehensive
and insight whose memory is great.
I am the voice whose sounds are many
and the word whose appearances are many.
I am the utterance of my own name.
I am the honoured and the scorned.
I am the whore and the holy.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am the mother and the daughter.
I am the limbs of my mother.
I am a barren woman
who has many children.
I have had many weddings
and have taken no husband.
I am a midwife
and a woman who does not give birth.
I am the solace of my own birth pains.
I am bride and groom,
and my husband produced me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband,
and he is my offspring.
I am the servant of him who fashioned me,
I am the ruler of my offspring.
He produced me with a premature birth,
and he is my offspring born on time,
and my strength is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth,
and he is the rod of my old age,
and whatever he wishes happens to me.
I am silence that is incomprehensive
and insight whose memory is great.
I am the voice whose sounds are many
and the word whose appearances are many.
I am the utterance of my own name.
You who hate me, why do you love me
and hate those who love me?
You who deny me, confess me,
and you who confess me, deny me.
You who tell the truth about me,
tell lies about me,
and you who have lied about me,
tell the truth about me.
You who know me, be ignorant of me,
and as for those who have not known me,
let them know me.
and hate those who love me?
You who deny me, confess me,
and you who confess me, deny me.
You who tell the truth about me,
tell lies about me,
and you who have lied about me,
tell the truth about me.
You who know me, be ignorant of me,
and as for those who have not known me,
let them know me.
For I am knowledge and ignorance.
I am shy and bold.
I am shameless; I am ashamed.
I am tough and I am terror.
I am war and peace.
I am shy and bold.
I am shameless; I am ashamed.
I am tough and I am terror.
I am war and peace.
Be attentive to me.
I am disgraced and great.
Be attentive to my poverty and my wealth.
Do not be arrogant toward me
when I am thrown down on the ground,
and you will find me
in those who are to come.
If you see me on the dungheap,
don't go and leave me thrown there.
You will find me in the kingdoms.
If you see me when I am thrown out
with the disgraced in the most sordid places,
don't mock me.
Don't throw me down violently
with those in need.
I, I am compassionate and I am cruel.
Take care not to hate my obedience,
but love my self-control.
In my weakness do not disregard me,
and do not fear my power.
I am disgraced and great.
Be attentive to my poverty and my wealth.
Do not be arrogant toward me
when I am thrown down on the ground,
and you will find me
in those who are to come.
If you see me on the dungheap,
don't go and leave me thrown there.
You will find me in the kingdoms.
If you see me when I am thrown out
with the disgraced in the most sordid places,
don't mock me.
Don't throw me down violently
with those in need.
I, I am compassionate and I am cruel.
Take care not to hate my obedience,
but love my self-control.
In my weakness do not disregard me,
and do not fear my power.
For why do you despise my terror
and denounce my pride?
I am present in all fears,
and I am strength in agitation.
I am a weak woman,
and I am well in a pleasant locale.
I am foolish and I am wise.
Why have you hated me in your counsels?
Because I shall be silent among the silent
and I shall appear and speak?
Why have you hated me, you Greeks?
Because I am a barbarian among barbarians?
and denounce my pride?
I am present in all fears,
and I am strength in agitation.
I am a weak woman,
and I am well in a pleasant locale.
I am foolish and I am wise.
Why have you hated me in your counsels?
Because I shall be silent among the silent
and I shall appear and speak?
Why have you hated me, you Greeks?
Because I am a barbarian among barbarians?
For I am the wisdom of the Greeks
and the knowledge of the barbarians.
I am the judgment of Greeks and barbarians.
I am one whose image is great in Egypt
and who has no image among the barbarians.
I have been hated everywhere and loved everywhere.
I am the one called life,
and you have called me death.
I am the one called law,
and you have called me lawless.
I am the one you pursued,
and I am the one you seized.
I am the one you have scattered,
and you have gathered me together.
I am the one before whom you have been ashamed,
and you have been shameless to me.
I am a woman who does not celebrate festivals,
and I am she whose festivals are many.
I, I am godless,
and I have many gods.
I am one you have professed,
and you have scorned me.
I am uneducated,
and people learn from me.
I am one you have despised,
and you profess me.
I am one from whom you have hidden,
and you appear to me.
Whenever you hide, I shall appear.
For whenever you appear, I shall hide from you.
and the knowledge of the barbarians.
I am the judgment of Greeks and barbarians.
I am one whose image is great in Egypt
and who has no image among the barbarians.
I have been hated everywhere and loved everywhere.
I am the one called life,
and you have called me death.
I am the one called law,
and you have called me lawless.
I am the one you pursued,
and I am the one you seized.
I am the one you have scattered,
and you have gathered me together.
I am the one before whom you have been ashamed,
and you have been shameless to me.
I am a woman who does not celebrate festivals,
and I am she whose festivals are many.
I, I am godless,
and I have many gods.
I am one you have professed,
and you have scorned me.
I am uneducated,
and people learn from me.
I am one you have despised,
and you profess me.
I am one from whom you have hidden,
and you appear to me.
Whenever you hide, I shall appear.
For whenever you appear, I shall hide from you.
As for those who have.....foolishly......
take me away from their understanding, from grief,
and receive me, from understanding and grief.
Receive me, from low places in creation,
and take from the good, even if in a lowly way.
From shame, take me to yourselves shamelessly.
From shamelessness and shame,
put my members to shame within you.
take me away from their understanding, from grief,
and receive me, from understanding and grief.
Receive me, from low places in creation,
and take from the good, even if in a lowly way.
From shame, take me to yourselves shamelessly.
From shamelessness and shame,
put my members to shame within you.
Draw near to me,
you who know me and you who know my members,
and establish the great among the insignificant first creatures.
Draw near to childhood,
and do not despise it because it is small and insignificant.
Do not make what is great turn away,
part by part, from what is small,
for what is small is known from what is great.
you who know me and you who know my members,
and establish the great among the insignificant first creatures.
Draw near to childhood,
and do not despise it because it is small and insignificant.
Do not make what is great turn away,
part by part, from what is small,
for what is small is known from what is great.
Why do you curse me and honour me?
You have smitten and you have shown mercy.
Do not separate me from the first ones,
whom you have known.
Do not cast anyone out
nor turn anyone away....
Turn yourselves....
do not know.....what is mine....
I know the first ones,
and those after them know me.
You have smitten and you have shown mercy.
Do not separate me from the first ones,
whom you have known.
Do not cast anyone out
nor turn anyone away....
Turn yourselves....
do not know.....what is mine....
I know the first ones,
and those after them know me.
I am perfect mind,
and rest.......
I am the discovery of those who seek me,
the command those who ask of me,
the power of powers, through my knowledge,
of angelic ambassadors, through my word,
of gods among gods, through my counsel,
of spirits of all people dwelling with me,
of women dwelling within me.
and rest.......
I am the discovery of those who seek me,
the command those who ask of me,
the power of powers, through my knowledge,
of angelic ambassadors, through my word,
of gods among gods, through my counsel,
of spirits of all people dwelling with me,
of women dwelling within me.
I am honoured and praised,
and scornfully despised.
I am peace, and war has come because of me.
I am alien and citizen.
I am substance and a woman without substance.
Those from union with me are ignorant of me,
and those sharing in my being know me.
Those near me have been ignorant of me,
and those far from me have known me.
and scornfully despised.
I am peace, and war has come because of me.
I am alien and citizen.
I am substance and a woman without substance.
Those from union with me are ignorant of me,
and those sharing in my being know me.
Those near me have been ignorant of me,
and those far from me have known me.
On the day I am near you,
you are far from me,
and on the day I am far from you,
I am near you.
you are far from me,
and on the day I am far from you,
I am near you.
I am......a lamp of the heart.
I am.....of natures.
I am.....of the creation of spirits,
and the request of souls.
I am restraint and lack of restraint.
I am unity and dissolution.
I abide and dissolve.
I am descent, and people ascend to me.
I am judgement and pardon.
I, I am sinless,
and the root of sin comes from me.
I am desire outwardly,
and within me is self-control.
I am hearing adequate for everyone
and speaking that cannot be repressed.
I cannot talk or speak,
and plentiful are my words.
I am.....of natures.
I am.....of the creation of spirits,
and the request of souls.
I am restraint and lack of restraint.
I am unity and dissolution.
I abide and dissolve.
I am descent, and people ascend to me.
I am judgement and pardon.
I, I am sinless,
and the root of sin comes from me.
I am desire outwardly,
and within me is self-control.
I am hearing adequate for everyone
and speaking that cannot be repressed.
I cannot talk or speak,
and plentiful are my words.
Hear me in gentleness,
and learn from me in roughness.
and learn from me in roughness.
I am the woman crying out,
and I am cast upon the face of the earth.
I prepare bread, and my mind within.
I am the knowledge of my name.
I cry out and I listen.
I appear.....walk.....
....seal......sign of refutation.....
I am the judge, I am the defence.....
I am the one called justice,
but violence is my name.
and I am cast upon the face of the earth.
I prepare bread, and my mind within.
I am the knowledge of my name.
I cry out and I listen.
I appear.....walk.....
....seal......sign of refutation.....
I am the judge, I am the defence.....
I am the one called justice,
but violence is my name.
You honour me,
you who overcome,
and you whisper against me,
you who are overcome.
Judge before you are judged,
because in you are judge and partiality.
If you are condemned by it.,
who will pardon you?
Or if you are pardoned by it,
who can detain you?
you who overcome,
and you whisper against me,
you who are overcome.
Judge before you are judged,
because in you are judge and partiality.
If you are condemned by it.,
who will pardon you?
Or if you are pardoned by it,
who can detain you?
For what is within you is outside you,
and the one who fashions you on the outside
has formed you within.
What you see outside you, you see within you.
It is visible and it is your garment.
and the one who fashions you on the outside
has formed you within.
What you see outside you, you see within you.
It is visible and it is your garment.
Hear me, you listeners,
and learn my words, you who know me.
and learn my words, you who know me.
I am hearing adequate for everything.
I am speaking that cannot be suppressed.
I am the name of the voice and the voice of the name.
I am the sign of the letter and the indication of division.
I......light.......and shadow.
Hear me, you listeners,
....take me to yourselves.
As the Lord, the great power, lives,
the one who stands will not change the name.
It is the one who stands who created me.
I shall utter his name.
I am speaking that cannot be suppressed.
I am the name of the voice and the voice of the name.
I am the sign of the letter and the indication of division.
I......light.......and shadow.
Hear me, you listeners,
....take me to yourselves.
As the Lord, the great power, lives,
the one who stands will not change the name.
It is the one who stands who created me.
I shall utter his name.
Look at the words of this one,
and all the texts that have been written.
Pay attention you listeners,
and you also, you angels,
and you who have been sent,
and you spirits who have risen from the dead.
I alone exist,
and I have no one to judge me.
For there are many sorts of seductive sins
and deeds without restraint
and disgraceful desires
and fleeting pleasures that people embrace,
until they become sober
and rise up to their place of rest.
They will find me there
and they will live and not die again.
and all the texts that have been written.
Pay attention you listeners,
and you also, you angels,
and you who have been sent,
and you spirits who have risen from the dead.
I alone exist,
and I have no one to judge me.
For there are many sorts of seductive sins
and deeds without restraint
and disgraceful desires
and fleeting pleasures that people embrace,
until they become sober
and rise up to their place of rest.
They will find me there
and they will live and not die again.
The Gnostic Gospels
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And God Created Woman ll Pt lll (ll). A Self Portrait
AMERA ZIGANII RAO
A PROFILE
FEMINIST AND HUMAN RIGHTS, METAPHYSICAL PHILOSOPHER. WRITER. MENTALIST AND ARTIST
AMERA ZIGANII RAO ALCHEMY & LIBERATION & HUMANITY™
The Macho Intellectual Consciousness Passion of the Visceral Soul.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
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
THE EVOLUTION OF HUMAN RIGHTS: APPLIED CONSCIOUSNESS™, NEO FEMINISM™, METAPHYSICAL PHILOSOPHY & SACRED SEXUALISM™. POST TRIBE SOCIAL REFORM™. POWER IS THE NEW LOVE. FREEDOM + HOPELESSNESS + SEX. NIHILISM FOR A SUCCESSFUL LIFE™ THE LOST KNOWLEDGE™ THE WIZARDRY OF BEING™ POLITICAL SPIRITUALITY™ TRUE NEW LOVE. BEYOND THE REVOLUTION™
SOCIAL REFORM. THE FIGHT FOR FREEDOM AND LOVE. SHAMANISM. PHILOSOPHY. TRUE (UNIVERSAL) LOVE. NEO FEMINISM™. ANTI MISOGYNY. THE ARTIST'S WAY. WIZARDRY. TRUE INTELLECTUALISM™. WISDOM. GONZO SPIRITUALITY. NIHILISM. SEX. SOUL. GOD, THE MOTHER, THE UNIVERSE™. SPIRITUAL EXISTENTIALISM™. THE VOID OF CREATION™. ALCHEMY & LIBERATION & HUMANITY™. HELL. SUFFERING. GROWTH. ASCENSION. LOVE. LIFE. DEATH. WARLORDS OF LIGHT™ TRUE LOVE & TRUE SEX. THE POST TRIBE SOCIETY™
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 am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past and I forgive you for becoming enslaved and taken over by the machines of the alien reptile force that invaded and took over Earth 8000 years ago. They taught you to hate me and my kind and you believed them. They told you I and my kind were dictators and that you were slaves, when all we had done was love you, honour you as companions and above all, we had let you just live.
We were the holy communers, the ones who gave birth to human beings, the leaders of society, the creators of society, the vehicles of Divinity on Earth and the channels of wisdom. The ones who looked after everything and the ones who built everything and ran everything, because we could. And because we loved it. We are and were the force of creation. And you loved us and you lived.
But they told you that you ‘deserved’ power too and that we were the ones standing in your way. And you believed them. The oldest ‘divide and rule’ strategy of hate in history and it worked. They used it and you bought it, hook, line and sinker. You had to give up sex, love, magic and your own spiritual gifts and you burnt, destroyed and violated me for 8000 years.
The world calls that male supremacy. And indeed, family supremacy, Matriarchal supremacy and supremacy of the material world and all who believe in it. Men and women like you. When all that you are are slaves to a reptile force to generate hate energy for them to live and thrive and vampire the human race. The puppets of a hate force, that chose to destroy women and men like me, for hate to grow, so they could live. You bought it and it worked. The greatest fraud in the history of the world.
I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past and I forgive you for becoming enslaved and taken over by the machines of the alien reptile force that invaded and took over Earth 8000 years ago. They taught you to hate me and my kind and you believed them. They taught you that my mind was evil. My mind, my sex, my body and my ways of life.
The humanity, the glory of sexuality and the glory of creation and creativity and the glory of Divinity in each and every one of us. Our souls. They taught you that human beings are separate from Divinity, that sex was wrong and that women who have minds of their own are uppity slaves. They vilified us but much much worse than that, they destroyed your relationship with all that is unseen, all that we honour and love.
They taught you to hate what is really God. By teaching you to hate us, you hated all that is good in yourselves. They taught you to hate the light. They taught you to kill us. The daughters of The Universe. The High Priestesses of God. The Spiritual Mothers. The Sacred Whore High Priestess Avatars of The Universe™. The Sacred Army of Love on Earth.
The Shamans, the Mystics and the Communers. The Hierophants.
They called me Eve and blamed me for the downfall of the human race and created the awesome profanity that is religion. Of men, by men and from men. Of reptiles, by reptiles and from reptiles. Christianity, Islam and Judaism and every other philosophy around the world was poisoned. There are no female spiritual leaders left. It is all profanity. They chose you to represent them because they wanted to divide us and they did. They told you to hate me. And you believed them. Now I am back and I forgive you.
I forgive you because I can. Because I came here to save your soul. And because I finally know who I am. I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past. I came here to return your soul to The Source. God, The Mother, The Universe. To return you to what is really God. Because I love you. And because She loves you and your kind, whatever you have done.
Whatever you have done to me and whatever you have done to Her. And most of all, whatever you have done to yourself. We forgive you. This is your redemption. Your freedom and your ascension. We are here to save your soul.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
You bought the Sacred Whore like a piece of meat and you called that a wife. Your trophy wives. Your dancing girls. Your chattel and serving girls. Your piece of beauty. You bought us like you would cattle. Then you called it wives. Now you call it prostitution. The High Priestesses of the real God. You bought us to buy God, The Mother, The Universe and you caged us, separated us from our Divine gifts and skills in the Temple and drove us mad and then lost interest in us, because we had no gifts left, no excitement, no hunter in ourselves and no hope or joy left. Then you just called us mad and discarded us. You called us evil and you call love obedience, even though it had already killed us. You moved into our Temples and you played with the divination tools and thought you communed. The destruction of Atlantis was your gift.
You stole us from God, The Mother, The Universe and you tried to usurp us. You vilified us, enslaved us and you still envy us today. You call it intuition. You might want to think about this when you hate us out of your jealousy. The mystic gene means physical tortuous pain and taking on the empathy of the human race. All their pains, evils and dark thoughts. We see and feel everything. We make crucial sacrifices to be near Spirit and the unseen and we go without for years. To be shaman is not glamour. I make it glamour. To be shaman is a specific Samurai existence, ascetic and harsh. We commune to be guides. And you take that and you shame yourselves because you just want the meat. You didn’t just want the meat. You wanted our beauty of spirit, our personalities and our love and kindness. And you destroyed them, because you caged us and called us wife.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
The High Priestess Sacred Whores, the High Priests and the true protectors. Those who do not have the gift like either the High Priests or especially like the highest of all, the High Priestess Sacred Whores but who honour, protect and facilitate them to the world. Who honour the Shaman Sacred Whores of this world most of all, and who know who they are and who they are not. Who know the difference, who do not envy and who protect and love the representatives of Spirit, GOD, THE MOTHER, THE UNIVERSE, on Earth. Who honour their wisdom and who honour the latent Shaman in themselves too and who honour the communing ability of the High Priestess Sacred Whores. The non violators. Our only friends. The New Society exists. It is called Enlightenment. It is called Love. It is The Holy Grail.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
The master race. It's all a lie. You are brought up to be a despot king and it is only your sister who ever tells you that you have become a pratt. The master race is all a lie. There are no kings in an equal world. Your father was misinformed. What he brought you up to be was a killer. Pure and simple. A misogynist. A modern misogynist. A polite killer.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
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
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 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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Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
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