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Writings :: Power Dependency. Amera Ziganii Rao
Power Dependency
Love dependency and power dependency. The reason why The Two Tribes should be reared separately. Forever. Which Two Tribes I don’t know. The two archetypes. The so called victim archetype and the so called executioner archetype. The two emotional sicknesses are not based on love. They are and they are not. Love dependency is the psychotic and then sociological healing of being addicted to love. Power dependency is therefore the equivalent. The addiction to power over love.
Love dependency per se, through my long years of self healing, is addiction to power over others per se, too. For love, the ego tells itself. All addiction is based on that. All ego emotion that is not healed, controlled or purified or crafted, is about addiction to power over others, addiction to pleasure, addiction to escape and addiction to life after death, frankly, addiction to heaven.
The more one comes from a suffocating background of worthlessness and no self expression, the more one moves into one’s addiction of love dependency. The legacy of slavery, the legacy of the female psyche on earth. It’s not wanted, so it seeks love. That is love dependency and having cured the psychosis of it four years ago, I now find myself ‘back’ in the healing, as I heal the sociological and anthropological and political and historical and spiritual contexts of it. I am falling in love with power and my journey demands it. And that takes more of guess what? Solitude and no (human) love. Love dependency healing is endless.
I however was mistaken. Love dependency in ‘the other’ is not love dependency. It is not an addiction to love in any form whatsoever. It is an addiction to power, as an entity in itself. Love addiction is an addition to love as an entity in itself. Power addiction is therefore an addiction to power as an entity in itself.
There is no convergence. The two emotional ‘purgatoria’ of existence. The two emotional paths of the need for crafting life. As I have been working with and curing and conquering and crafting love dependency my whole life, he has been doing the same with power dependency, consciously or unconsciously. He is the ‘darkness’ of ‘love’. I am the light. The drive for fascism in him and the drive for escape and the co-dependency of ‘wanting’ love in me. The drive for beauty. Venus. Mars doesn’t care about beauty. Mars only cares about power.
It’s always been the same path. The language reveals the levels of consciousness. The levels of truth. The more extreme the background, the more primitive the emotional makeup of one’s being, the normal world being The Primitive Tribe™, the harder and longer the healing.
I am being cured out of love into love of power. He is being cured out of power into love of love. The real courtship hurts. Nothing will ever hurt more. Real true love is wisdom. Wisdom always hurts.
He’s never been in love with love. He’s always been in love with power. Asking a pseudo dominant to share power therefore, is – in his ego mind – telling him to give it up. That’s what I had to do with love, to heal. Yes, you have to give up power. I had to give up love and I have to give up love every single day. Yes, you have to give up power. You will always have to give up power.
No wonder men and the women like you, don't love.
In ego, I did not even have a relationship with power. In ego, you do not even have a relationship with love. In soul, my new love is my new power learning self. In ego, you are still addicted to power. You are still in love with power and you are still completely judgmental and scared and critical and damning of love. I used to feel that way about power. Indeed, the pacts are long and lonely. But worth it. You lot do not even have a relationship with love, while we yearn for relationship with an actual person. Oceans apart.
Healing will come. It is written. But you have yet to even meet love, let alone become it. See you in ten. I’m running off into the sunset with power. Love, frankly, bores me. The ‘whore and Madonna’ explained in one. You marry one kind and ‘love’ another kind. Not out of religion, not out of society, not out of something else. You do it for power. Love is indeed, the strip-club naughty moment for you. Not sex. Love. No wonder. I have your mistress now, or is it your wife? I lose track, even if your madness is as lucid as glass today.
Your madness is that you do not love. Mine was that I did. I have a new true love now. Power. Power is my new true love. Because I never had an addiction to it. The Frodo symbolism, even for the generically impure of heart. Ascension is purification.
Other than that, it’s all tragic. So what. Earth is such a tragic place. You have never loved anything in your life. Cliches really do work, and that's so sad. But foolishly obvious I suppose. You love power. The victory over the tragedy is that I now know. You do not have a relationship with love, let alone me. You love power. You love power, with a psychotic addiction. You love, therefore, neither power, nor love. And that is why you will heal. You want to exist.
Such is the root of fascism across the world. The living death. But at last, I do not have to love. Because there's nothing to love.
There is only, ironically, for different reasons and in completely different ways, in both you and me, power. I no longer have to love. Yay for freedom.
Yours is an addiction to power OVER LOVE. Mine is (now, in soul) just a love of power, WITH LOVE.
Ascension. I got there first. Yay for freedom. No matter. You have your bed fellow. Corruption of power. Addiction to power per se. Hatred of love. Addiction to power OVER LOVE. The vampire gene. The inner workings of the reformed sadist I yearned for. I get it. Crafting the darkness is as awesome as crafting the light.
You will exist. Complete the process and luck has nothing to do with it. Spiritual Existentialism is to manufacture a miracle. For you, that means meeting something in yourself you've never met.
YOUR love.
Then one day, you may be worthy of entering mine.
And me? I'm off to dance with power. MY power. I no longer need to love.
Yay for freedom. Gosh. Love was so worth it. Masturbation indeed. Love someone who is addicted to power.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Love dependency in ‘the other’ is not love dependency. It is not an addiction to love in any form whatsoever. It is an addiction to power, as an entity in itself. Love addiction is an addition to love as an entity in itself. Power addiction is therefore an addiction to power as an entity in itself. There is no convergence.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Men therefore, are abuse of power. They are abuse of power, by their very essence. They are also the worst abuse of power in the world, because their essential abuse of power archetype is backed institutionally, by a system of male abuse of power. Men, are therefore, abuse of power. The agony is that we are all taught that they give. The agony is that we are all taught that they love. The agony is the journey to face the lie of that truth. To viscerally live the effects of the lie. Men do not love.
Men are abuse of power. And of course, the delightful women like them, also backed by institutional power. The family. Ninety percent of the world’s income is earned by men, and men are abuse of power. The Patriarchal Matriarchal Tribe Society from Hell™.
The New World may be far off, but it exists. Just a quite banal rite of passage. Leaving evil. Belligerent self determination, isolation and starting again. Men can only be abuse of power. They are abuse of power, by their very essence. The myth can finally die. Life is to be about power, achievement and nothing else. Men do not love and men are abuse of power.
And for a human being, a woman who feels, that is as devastating as it sounds. Pre love dependency healing, it can kill you. Post love dependency healing, it devastates you. There is no way out. Other than out. Which is why art exists.
Which is why following your vocational dreams is a thousand times more important, that journey of course, being the healing of love dependency in the first place. The only love that will ever be there for you.
Vocation. Art. True work of whatever kind. There love can be found. Creativity is love. Ambition is love and power is love.
Men abuse power. Men do not love. Transmute that love. Be power. Be love. Be love where it counts. Anywhere, but with men. The system cannot be improved. The system has to be left. The system has to beat you for you to finally give up. Because earth is hell and based on nothing but lies. Face that and success is possible. It is not enough for a survivor to survive. A survivor has to thrive. That is justice. The only justice there is.
Men do not love. Men are abuse of power. Men are not an option. Relationship is a myth. Life is the only reality. And if you do it right, life is art. That is as good as it gets. Men do not love. Men abuse power. Men ARE abuse of power. Art is the only love there is.
The journey is about transmuting one love into another. Pure, bootcamp agony. Human rights. To reject abuse of power is to become a lifelong freedom fighter. To reject abuse of power therefore, is to reject ‘love’. Men do not love. Men – and the women like them – can only ‘love’. And that means they can only kill you. Men do not love. ‘Love’ is therefore to be rejected. Life is for the self for a freedom fighter. All women are freedom fighters. Ergo, there is no love. There is only the self. And there is life.
As long as it has nothing to do with male (or female) love, there is hope. Hope for nothing, unless love itself is rejected. Love in another. The final frontier. To serve only one master. Oneself. To reject love in another. The final non attachment of life. Running solo. For good.
The other may be doing whatever the other may be doing. That is his or her job. That is not ours. Ours is to reject love completely. Love does not exist. And even if it does, it will come long after the rest. Our job is to reject love. That is the relentless agony and my privilege to impart. I got to do it first. Yay for freedom. Yay for life. So what. It’s done.
Freedom fighting is a vocational profession and the most important one anyone can do. For a girl, it begins at birth. The good news is that, if we commit, we get good at it. The bad news is that it never stops and never ends. Love can only finally, be rejected.
There can only be preference for sanity in the end. The sanity of emptiness. The sanity of beginning again. The sanity of nothing but the self. The sanity of woman. The sanity of sanity and forgetting the rest.
Love is to be only rejected in the end. Nihilism for a successful life. It was all a big, fat lie. Freedom is accepting that. Freedom can never be freedom on earth. While a people do not love, there can be no real freedom. The freedom that does exist though, is good enough and worth fighting for. Do it. Reject love. Reject love, because you are love. There is no freedom on earth. Take the version there is. That's as good as it gets.
Men do not love. Women do not love. People do not love. 95 percent of this planet does not love. Reject love. You are love. Achieve in anything else instead. As long as it's not love.
That is the healing of love dependency.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
...Biological need – sexual desire and desire for posterity – which makes the male dependent on the female, has not liberated women socially. Master and slave are also linked by a reciprocal economic need that does not free the slave.
That is, in the master-slave relation, the master does not POSIT the need he has for the other; he holds the power to satisfy this need and does not mediate it; the slave, on the other hand, out of dependence, hope or fear, internalises his need for the master; however equally compelling the need may be to them both, it always plays in favour of the oppressor over the oppressed: this explains the slow pace of working-class liberation, for example.
Now woman has always been, if not man’s slave, at least his vassal; the two sexes have never divided the world up equally; and still today, even though her condition is changing, woman is heavily handicapped. In no country is her legal status identical to man’s (1949), and often it puts her at a considerable disadvantage. Even when her rights are recognised abstractly, long-standing habit keeps them from being concretely manifested in customs.
Economically, men and women almost form two castes; all things being equal, the former have better jobs, higher wages and greater chances to succeed than their new female competitors; they occupy many more places in industry, in politics, etc. And they hold the most important positions. In addition to their concrete power they are invested with a prestige whose tradition is reinforced by the child’s whole education: the present incorporates the past, and in the past all history was made by males. At the moment that women are beginning to share in the making of the world, this world still belongs to men: men have no doubt about this, and women barely doubt it.
Refusing to be the Other, refusing complicity with man, would mean renouncing all the advantages an alliance with the superior caste confers on them. Lord-man will materially protect liege-woman and will be charge of justifying her existence: along with the economic risk, she eludes the metaphysical risk of a freedom that must invent its goals without help.
Indeed, beside every individual’s claim to assert himself as subject – an ethical claim – lies the temptation to flee freedom and to make himself into a thing: it is a pernicious path because the individual, passive, alienated and lost, is prey to a foreign will, cut off from his transcendence, robbed of all worth.
But it is an easy path: the anguish and stress of authentically assumed existence are thus avoided. The man who sets the woman up as an Other will thus find in her a deep complicity. Hence woman makes no claim for herself as subject because she lacks the concrete means, because she senses the necessary link connecting her to man without positing its reciprocity, and because she often derives satisfaction from her role as Other.
Simone de Beauvoir. The Second Sex
The period of greatest gain in knowledge and experience is the most difficult period in one's life. Dalai Lama
Men must never be allowed to have economic power. Women have to follow the path of all successful minority groups. Total fiscal self sufficiency. Total, separatist, fiscal self sufficiency.
There are no friends for women. Women are freedom fighters or slaves. Before our individual harvests. Our achievement harvests. And always alone. Anything else is a fucking waste of time. There can be no negotiation between Lionesses and men. Men suck.
Democracy in the country and in the home. Forget relationship. Forget children. Forget the family. Make money and love yourself as you live. It was all a lie.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Men look to destroy every quality in a woman that will give her the powers of a male, for she is in their eyes already armed with the power that brought them forth. Norman Mailer
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. Albert Camus
I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create. William Blake
In the immortal words of Popeye the Sailor Man: I yam what I yam and that's all that I yam. Salman Rushdie
If you're absent during my struggle, then don't expect to be present during my success. Real Talk
You can achieve great economic gains by solving social problems. Paul Tudor Jones
Cosmic wisdom, the sedition of the politics of humanity and the end of female chattel slavery. And indeed, ‘love chattel slavery’ by either gender. The executioners exist and so do the angels. Chattel slavery is the most invisible oppression in existence. Because no one knows and no one cares. It is the result of fascism. Casual, sick in the head, hog hearted, fascism. No matter. We know. The solution is to heal ourselves first. To become The New World.
Whole human beings of love and war, to take our place back in the world. Properly. Officially and with honour. We are here to be the true inner heart and the true higher mind. We need to become it first. And then we go to war. A war of love, for love, of love. The Girl and Boy Priest Monarchs. The Return. Love intelligence. As for the others. The fascists that can be saved. They can't. Move on.
Sexism? Ownership Psychosis? Abuse of power? Fiscal rape? It's done.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Men fiscally rape women. Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
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Look Back in Anger. John Osborne
Look Back in Anger (1956) is a John Osborne play—made into films in 1959, 1980, and 1989—about a love triangle involving an intelligent and educated but disaffected young man of working class origin (Jimmy Porter), his upper-middle-class, impassive wife (Alison), and her haughty best friend (Helena Charles).
Cliff, an amiable Welsh lodger, attempts to keep the peace. The play was a success on the London stage, and spawned the term "angry young men" to describe Osborne and those of his generation who employed the harshness of realism in the theatre in contrast to the more escapist theatre that characterized the previous generation.
Background
Look Back in Anger was a strongly autobiographical piece based on Osborne's unhappy marriage to actress Pamela Lane and their life in cramped accommodation in Derby. While Osborne aspired towards a career in theatre, Lane was of a more practical and materialistic persuasion, not taking Osborne's ambitions seriously while cuckolding him with a local dentist. It also contains much of Osborne's earlier life, the wrenching speech of seeing a loved one die being, for example, a replay of the death of Thomas, Osborne's father. What it is best remembered for, though, are Jimmy's tirades. Some of these are directed against generalised British middle-class smugness in the post-atomic world. Many are directed against the female characters, and this is a very distinct echo of the playwright's profoundly uneasy relations with women, starting with his mother Nellie Beatrice, described by Osborne in his autobiography A Better Class of Person as "hypocritical, self-absorbed, calculating and indifferent".
Madeline, the lost love Jimmy pines for, is based on Stella Linden, an older rep-company actress who first encouraged Osborne to write. After the first production in London, Osborne began a relationship with Mary Ure, who played Alison, and divorced his wife to marry Ure in 1957.
Production
The play was premiered at London's Royal Court Theatre, on 8 May 1956 by the English Stage Company under the direction of Tony Richardson, setting by Alan Tagg, and music for songs by Tom Eastwood. The press release called the author an angry young man, a phrase that came to represent a new movement in 1950s British theatre.
Legend has it that audiences gasped at the sight of an ironing board on a London stage. The cast was as follows: Kenneth Haigh (Jimmy), Alan Bates (Cliff), Mary Ure (Alison), Helena Hughes (Helena) and John Welsh (Colonel Redfern).
The following year, the production moved to Broadway under producer David Merrick and director Tony Richardson. Retaining the original cast but starring Vivienne Drummond as Helena, it would receive three Tony Award nominations including for Best Play and "Best Dramatic Actress" for Ure.
Play Synopsis
Act 1
Act 1 opens on a dismal Sunday afternoon in Jimmy and Alison's cramped attic in the Midlands. Jimmy and Cliff are attempting to read the Sunday papers, plus the radical weekly, "price ninepence, obtainable at any bookstall" as Jimmy snaps, claiming it from Cliff. This is a reference to the New Statesman, and in the context of the period would have instantly signalled the pair's political preference to the audience. Alison is attempting to do the week's ironing and is only half listening as Jimmy and Cliff engage in the expository dialogue.
It becomes apparent that there is a huge social gulf between Jimmy and Alison. Her family is upper-middle-class military, perhaps verging on upper class, while Jimmy is decidedly working class. He had to fight hard against her family's disapproval to win her. "Alison's mummy and I took one look at each other, and from then on the age of chivalry was dead", he explains. We also learn that the sole family income is derived from a sweet stall in the local market—an enterprise that is surely well beneath Jimmy's education, let alone Alison's "station in life".
As Act 1 progresses, Jimmy becomes more and more vituperative, transferring his contempt for Alison's family onto her personally, calling her "pusillanimous" and generally belittling her to Cliff. It is possible to play this scene as though Jimmy thinks everything is just a joke, but most actors opt for playing it as though he really is excoriating her. The tirade ends with some physical horseplay, resulting in the ironing board overturning and Alison's arm getting a burn. Jimmy exits to play his trumpet off stage.
Alison and Cliff play a tender scene, during which she confides that she's accidentally pregnant and can't quite bring herself to tell Jimmy. Cliff urges her to tell him. When Jimmy returns, Alison announces that her actress friend Helena Charles is coming to stay, and it is entirely obvious that Jimmy despises Helena even more than Alison. He flies into a total rage, and conflict is inevitable.
Act 2
Act 2 opens on another Sunday afternoon, with Helena and Alison making lunch. In a two-handed scene, Alison gives a clue as to why she decided to take Jimmy on—her own minor rebellion against her upbringing plus her admiration of Jimmy's campaigns against the dereliction of English post-war, post-atom-bomb life.
She describes Jimmy to Helena as a "knight in shining armour". Helena says, firmly, "You've got to fight him".
Jimmy enters, and the tirade continues. If his Act 1 material could be played as a joke, there's no doubt about the intentional viciousness of his attacks on Helena.
When the women put on hats and declare that they are going to church, Jimmy's sense of betrayal peaks. When he leaves to take an urgent phone call, Helena announces that she has forced the issue. She has sent a telegram to Alison's parents asking them to come and "rescue" her. Alison is stunned but agrees that she will go.
After a scene break, we see Alison's father, Colonel Redfern, who has come to collect her to take her back to her family home. The playwright allows the Colonel to come across as quite a sympathetic character, albeit totally out of touch with the modern world (as he himself admits). "You're hurt because everything's changed", Alison tells him, "and Jimmy's hurt because everything's stayed the same".
Helena arrives to say goodbye, intending to leave very soon herself. Alison is surprised that Helena is staying on for another day, but she leaves, giving Cliff a note for Jimmy. Cliff in turn hands it to Helena and leaves, saying "I hope he rams it up your nostrils".
Almost immediately, Jimmy bursts in. His contempt at finding a "goodbye" note makes him turn on Helena again, warning her to keep out of his way until she leaves. Helena tells him that Alison is expecting a baby, and Jimmy admits grudgingly that he's taken aback. However, his tirade continues. They first come to physical blows, and then as the Act 2 curtain falls, Jimmy and Helena are kissing passionately and falling on the bed.
Act 3
Act 3 opens as a deliberate replay of Act 1, but this time with Helena at the ironing-board wearing Jimmy's Act 1 red shirt. Months have passed. Jimmy is notably more pleasant to Helena than he was to Alison in Act 1. She actually laughs at his jokes, and the three of them (Jimmy, Cliff, and Helena) get into a music hall comedy routine that obviously is not improvised. Cliff announces that he's decided to strike out on his own.
As Jimmy leaves the room to get ready for a final night out for the three of them, he opens the door to find Alison, looking like death. Instead of caring for her he snaps over his shoulder "Friend of yours to see you" and abruptly leaves.
After a scene break, Alison explains to Helena that she lost the baby—one of Jimmy's cruellest speeches in Act 1 expressed the wish that Alison would conceive a child and lose it—the two women reconcile but Helena realises that what she's done is immoral and she in turn decides to leave. She summons Jimmy to hear her decision and he lets her go with a sarcastic farewell.
The play ends with a sentimental reconciliation between Jimmy and Alison. They revive an old game they used to play, pretending to be bears and squirrels, and seem to be in a state of truce.
Critical Reception
At the time of production reviews of Look Back in Anger were deeply negative. Kenneth Tynan and Harold Hobson were among the few critics to praise it, and are now regarded among the most influential critics of the time.
For example, on BBC Radio's The Critics, Ivor Brown began his review by describing the play's setting—a one-room flat in the Midlands—as "unspeakably dirty and squalid" such that it was difficult for him to "believe that a colonel's daughter, brought up with some standards", would have lived in it. He expressed anger at having watched a something that "wasted [his] time".
The Daily Mail's Cecil Wilson wrote that the beauty of Mary Ure was "frittered away" on a pathetic wife, who, "judging by the time she spends ironing, seems to have taken on the nation's laundry". Indeed, Alison, Ure's character, irons during Act One, makes lunch in Act Two, and leaves the ironing to her rival in Act Three.
On the other hand, Kenneth Tynan wrote that he "could not love anyone who did not wish to see Look Back in Anger", describing the play as a "minor miracle" containing "all the qualities...one had despaired of ever seeing on the stage—the drift towards anarchy, the instinctive leftishness, the automatic rejection of "official" attitudes, the surrealist sense of humour (e.g., Jimmy describes an effeminate male friend as a 'female Emily Brontë'), the casual promiscuity, the sense of lacking a crusade worth fighting for and, underlying all these, the determination that no one who dies shall go unmourned." Harold Hobson was also quick to recognize the importance of the play "as a landmark of British theatre". He praised Osborne for the play, despite the fact that the "blinkers still obscure his vision".
Alan Sillitoe, author of Saturday Night and Sunday Morning and The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner (both of which are also part of the "angry young men" movement), wrote that Osborne "didn't contribute to British theatre, he set off a landmine and blew most of it up".
John Osborne
John James Osborne (12 December 1929 – 24 December 1994) was an English playwright, screenwriter, actor and critic of the Establishment. The success of his 1956 play Look Back in Anger transformed English theatre.
In a productive life of more than 40 years, Osborne explored many themes and genres, writing for stage, film and TV. His personal life was extravagant and iconoclastic. He was notorious for the ornate violence of his language, not only on behalf of the political causes he supported but also against his own family, including his wives and children.
Osborne was one of the first writers to address Britain's purpose in the post-imperial age. He was the first to question the point of the monarchy on a prominent public stage. During his peak (1956–1966), he helped make contempt an acceptable and now even cliched onstage emotion, argued for the cleansing wisdom of bad behaviour and bad taste, and combined unsparing truthfulness with devastating wit.
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Quotes
Alison: I don't think I want anything more to do with love. Any more. I can't take it on.
Cliff: You're too young to start giving up. Too young, and too lovely.
Jimmy: (in a low, resigned voice) They all want to scape from the pain of being alive. And, most of all, from love. (...) It's no good to fool yourself about love. You can't fall into it like a soft job, without dirtying up your hands.
Jimmy: I hope you won't make the mistake of thinking for one moment that I am a gentleman.
Jimmy: The injustice of it is almost perfect! The wrong people going
hungry, the wrong people being loved, the wrong people dying!
Jimmy: One day, when I'm no longer spending my days running a sweet-stall, I may write a book about us all. It's all here. (slapping his forehead) Written in flames a mile high. And it won't be recollected in tranquillity either, picking daffodils with Auntie Wordsworth. It'll be recollected in fire, and blood. My blood.
A refined sort of butcher, a woman is.
Why don't we have a little game? Let's pretend that we're human beings, and that we're actually alive.
I suppose people of our generation aren't able to die for good causes any longer. We had all that done for us, in the thirties and the forties, when we were still kids. ...There aren't any good, brave causes left. (Jimmy Porter)
Jimmy: You'll end up like one of those chocolate merengues my wife is so fond of [Alison starts banging jars]...sweet and sticky on the outside, and sink your teeth in it [savouring every word]-inside, all white, messy and disgusting. [offering teapot sweetly to Helena] Milk?
John Osborne. Look Back in Anger
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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. 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
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.
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