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Writings :: The Eleventh Commandment. Unconditional Love. The Final Bid for Redemption. Amera Ziganii Rao
The Healing of Modern Misogyny and Ownership Psychosis. The male version of loving too much. Positive Discrimination and Care For A Sister. Care. Humanising Eve. Humanising the person you most love. Loving. Trusting in love. Facing yourself, exterminating your darkness and living to see the new dawn. Becoming unconditional love. Shamanising yourself into Ascension. Giving me redemption, as you receive yours. Love. True, unconditional love.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
As I Stand Here In Front Of You. Amera Ziganii Rao
I have felt alone my whole life, except with you. Gladiator.
As I stand here in front of you, as I show you myself for who I really am, how do I know you will look after me? I see it in your eyes, I hear it in your voice, that’s how. I know you will. I know you are that rarest of species who wants to. The kind of man I fell in love with a long time ago. The kind of man I saw in film. The kind of boy I read about in my books. The gentle and kind hero, the just and able fighter, who wants to nurture and care for a woman, without any need to control or take from her. And a man who sees that his role with a woman is to just help her and love her. To cherish her and to treasure her. The gift that he can bring to a woman. I see it all in you. But do I really believe it, or am I going to fuck this up?
And then at the same time as making me feel like I can be as soft and near divine as I can possibly be, you show me how I can be free to be as strong and male as I want to be too. The feisty Amazonian alongside the kind fairy. The sense that you see and love the whole woman; the strong and the vulnerable together.
The sense that you are the soul man powerful enough for my soul.
It’s just that I’ve never met it before in real life, you see. I had begun to think it was Divinity, because I hadn’t seen it in human beings. I read about it, I watched it in film, but I had never experienced it in real life. And now it stands before me in you. The sexiest man on the planet - yes truly - and the kindest one too. In one person. And you want me. You love me. The gangster with a heart. The kind rake. A real and whole man.
And I know you don’t blame me for not believing. As I don’t blame you for not believing enough either at this point. I know you know my wound. I know you know what the broken heart of a female is all about. I know you know I’m a Pakistani, and that I’m a woman and that I’m someone with big prospects but not much going for me at the moment materially.
And I know you recognise and love that I’m trying to be an artist. And that it could be a long while before I do make any real money and that indeed none of it may work. You told me that it was okay if none of it worked out. That it was okay to be a slow worker and to have the courage to just go for it, instead of lying on my death bed with regrets. I know that you are not only okay with that, I know you actually like that. You find that endearing and beautiful and wonderful. And that is what has sent me into this spiral of healing pain so I can clear this issue once and for all.
And I have to. Otherwise I won’t be able to let you in properly and if there is anything I have ever wanted to do in my life, it is this. It is to let you in and to trust you. It is to trust that you really want to help me by loving me without condition or pressure or judgment and without competition or jealousy. Without cruelty. With love.
How come it’s not about control, my shadow side asks. Even as I ask that, I know that the order of life is that healing has finally come. That the miracle I’ve waited for has arrived, at long last. That the terrible ordeal of a lonely life now at an end. That my past is no longer the ruler of my emotional life. Unless I let it.
You are my healer, you sweetest of men. You’re my Ivanhoe, you’re my Zhivago. you’re every gentle and kind acting role I have seen in my life. The silver screen. My first loves; Robert Taylor, Gregory Peck, Gary Cooper, Paul Newman and countless others. These men that I adored and yearned to find, because the reality in front of me was so very fucking bad.
You are indeed my Knight in shining armour. The phrase that has been so maligned and dismissed as only the dysfunctional ravings of a woman who loves too much in this cerebral post feminist anti love life. But guess what, you really are that Knight. And you as a man are my healer. Just like I knew it had to be. Because you truly love me because you truly love. And because you hopefully feel my love.
To know that the awful pain and distress of the past twenty plus years is finally behind me. That my individual work in isolation is over. That the miracle has arrived. No wonder I find it hard to believe. And even harder to learn how to receive.
“You didn’t need me” was what the last man in my life said to me. And he was right. I see that now. I couldn’t need him is the truth. I couldn’t rely on him. Just twelve months ago, I was still rampantly self sufficient and self caring. And then at the same time of course, incredibly needy. Only the amazing professional healers I have had the privilege to come across, heard my pain and my vulnerability. That made me see it for the first time and not judge it. Because I showed it to them and because they could see it even before I opened my mouth. And because they cared, because they could. No one else. Controlled exposure was the order of the day.
My parents were still in control. Even though I had left them at 19. With their utter resentment at having to care at all for other human beings still in place. With their huge incapacity to love still haunting me.
I see now how I stopped asking for help when I was about four. The full tragedy of me making a decision not to trust any one.I know what they have experienced too. But that still waylays me from healing the truth of my wound. I have to acknowledge the full horror. That it was terrible. It was so awful. And it cut me very very deep.
And now you are here. The most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life who happens to be the kindest human being as well. Because you have healed your attitude to vulnerability too. Because you know your inner rage too. Because you feel your spirit too.
And of course it makes me ask where have you come from and who hurt you. I want to wash it all away as I soothe your handsome brow. To show you how immensely special and valued you truly are. How magnificent a man you are because you honour life’s frailties and therefore yours and mine. And how it shines out in you like I’ve never before seen. Merging the two worlds so you vibrate with the brilliance of earth and heaven at the same time.
I see how it is healing you too. How, somehow, the fact that I do need you makes you feel so good about yourself. How is that? I know fundamentally that it is not about control. I can see it and I can feel it.
My father is the same today as he was 43 years ago. He still judges me, he still has a dig at me like some evil pseudo wizard, and he still resents helping me. It may be more subtle, it may be more measured. But it is still there in the same way. How he thinks anyone who needs any help is lazy and stupid. How the word compassion is one he has no concept of, at all. And how a part of me hates myself for needing his help now, even though I know there is a strange justice in it and a strange would be healing of some kind. Healing with the original monster I guess. It will be over soon.
But now the angel I have begged for, ever since I can remember, has come into my life. You. A real life, real male. A humane, vulnerable, sensitive, strong, virile, genius minded man. Are you really telling me that you will support me in everything I do? That it doesn’t even matter if I don’t achieve anything? That you will look after my vulnerability in every way possible? That you will love me throughout? Does that really exist? Do men really do that? Does anyone really do that? The beauty is I am beginning to believe it.
Can I really share my doubts and fears and worries with you? Will you really cherish and nurture and be kind to me? I believe it. Because I have seen it. The glorious encounter we had – I call it the Balcony moment - showed me the whole truth. In your face as the sun beamed down on you. Your wisdom, your love, your sexuality and your compassion vibrate with a shining brilliance and your voice soothes the past like the coolest and purest waterfall. And your eyes take me to a place where time really does stand still.
You know, I manifested you into my life. I showed the Universe I was ready for them to answer my prayers. So I must believe that you can exist. And that I do deserve real love. That I do deserve to be treasured and valued and helped. If I didn’t believe that, you wouldn’t have come. That it is not just me who has to help other people as I have done ever since I can remember. That there is someone for me. Someone to care for my humanness. Someone to watch over me. On earth. As it is in heaven.
I can see how you want to hold my hand through it all. That you know how to do that and how you want to do that. That I will be helping you by letting you help me. No wonder I am confused. I have never seen that in my life. From anyone. Certainly as a child. I guess recently, I have started to see glimpses of it. People around me have started to show real love, without judgment, without ignorance and without trying to own me. I have begun to show my vulnerability and ask and even demand that it be looked after. So I do have a context within which to put your extraordinary level of focused love. I do have a few friends now, who support me, help me and want me to lean on them. To a certain extent. The whole experience is so brand new. Because I am looking after it at last. Encouraged by gorgeous beings like you.
Even my mother has seen the light enough to know that vulnerability is actually allowed. Even though she still regards her problems as the most important in the world and certainly more so than mine. Both my parents are still hostages to their egoes – bless them – and my brother too. While I may have enough compassion and constructive self sufficiency to see that, it still cuts me deep. And it was why I was so desperately unhappy before I found you.
Because you are telling me, I feel, that you want to be everything to me. That you want to replace people like them and be my one and only. That you can love me.
And I say yes, yes, yes and yes. I do believe. I want to believe and I am determined to believe. That this is the greatest and most sensible risk I have ever taken in my life and ever will. To believe in the power of real love. To be with you before I am ready. Before I am the complete package of a selling artist, materially comfortable professional or emotionally alchemised human being.
You tell me you want me now, when I am far from perfect and you tell me that you love me more for that. That we can grow and heal together and that nothing I do will ever make you love me less. I have to believe to be able to take that kind of risk and I therefore say today, that I do.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2008
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Musings on Grace, Continued. Amera Ziganii Rao
Growing up with Divinity. Spiritual Existentialism, I call it. Accepting that we are not just vehicles. We are the only power of love in sight. We are the only power in sight. Earth is an experiment that went out of control. We have to clean up the mess, and commit lifetimes to doing so. The invisible world helps, but it can only help. it is only meant to help. The carnage will remain, the isolation, the loneliness, the ranks of slaves will remain for a very long time.
It is not a case of love from Divinity or not. Divinity has no say. We are the only ones who do. Human rights is a lot more than terrestrial. We have to endure the prison sentences of our fates. This is the truth of enlightenment and 'Siddharta'. Accepting the ranks. The ranks of life to play out the nightmare of light and dark.
I say it for this reason and this reason alone. The shock of what our job description actually is, is beginning to come through. What so called love dependency actually is. The dream becomes the reality. And the reality is the selflessness of priestess with the rage of injustice still in her veins. We are at the bottom, still. Slaves to The Universe as well as slaves to men. Slaves through our external circumstances, long after our internal. Slaves through their inability to love. Their inability to understand why the meek need to be held and cherished. Their inability to move past their abuse of power emotional programming from hell. Their inability to love.
Whatever we do, however much we self determine, and should and can, by this time, the grief remains. Not the grief for oneself. The grief that the phallus cannot love. The grief of separation. The grief of suffering that is our apparent requirement, not only through our feeling, the elusive thing for phallus, but through our economic challenges, AND our spiritual. What fate does to us. Because we all have fate. Slaves to men, slaves to The Universe.
In the end, acceptance is the only freedom. Acceptance, and doing absolutely nothing. About anything. Grace. Fucking grace.
And in that is finally just another decision. Decisions take us out of any state of pain, depression or rage. Make them.
Mine is, yes, I am a slave, have always been a slave and will always be one. I am a Sacred Whore High Priestess Avatar Shaman. We are God's slaves, to teach you to love. The outsiders. Disenfranchised, vulnerable, abused and unwanted. We teach you to love, by teaching ourselves to love. We remain slaves, because we fail. We remain slaves, because you fail.
Redemption is The Holy Grail. We fail. And I am still a slave, in prison, because of you. Despite everything, it still comes down to being a fucking princess in a tower. With no rescuer. Such is the irony of destiny.
I'm going to smile. Smile at the sheer insanity of it. Life is such a mindless waste of time. The only good news is this. It's not me who is insane. The phallus and the heavens. Bonkers. Off their trollies. And they have the power.
I'm going to smile. I will never be free.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
Redemption can still only come from the master. The truth of Daddy's Girl. The sacred, super sacred truth of Lolita. The unattainable. A man who can love. Phallus that can love. The journey one is still condemned to, through soul. The emotional twinship of Divinity on earth. The heart and the phallus. The art and the phallus. The hearth and the phallus. The beauty and the beast. Phallus still rules on earth. And phallus still doesn’t love. Phallus still can’t love. There is no redemption. Now, it is just doing well, in the same prison I’ve always been in. Follow your bliss and live a life of slavery. Slavery to fate. Slavery, indeed, to love. Dependency to job description. Same journey, same life, same prison. Same, waiting for phallus to love. Same, waiting for Divinity to love. Same, waiting. The darkest lives before the dawn. Earth.
Good job I have what I need, in my little prison. I accept and submit. I disappear. I am the nothing and the nothing is the nothing. There is nothing and that’s okay. At last I know what it was all for. It’s my job. It’s all just a job. The longest interview in existence. The love torture journey. Why the Sacred Whore is a monarch. We are the spiritual monarchs. We live with evil. And we have to love evil. We love, just by staying alive. That is the only freedom possible. To accept the life of slavery. Celestial slavery to the non Divinity of phallus. Long after the love dependencies have gone. Long long long gone. And there is no change. The damsel is still forced to wait. Working and waiting, is still waiting. For a person who feels. The agony and the agony. Life.
Celestial slavery to the non Divinity of phallus. Life on Earth.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
It is therefore in the forgiveness of existence that peace has to be found. The Universe on earth is a democracy like any other. Everything has to exist. Even cockroaches. They are a manifestation of evil, the darkness and terror. Existence is a democracy. The Source too far away even to be able to intervene. Existence per se has to be forgiven, let alone the manifestation of it on this planet. For any peace of mind to be found. True, inner, philosophical, Hierophant, Shamanic, spiritual release of peace.
I’m nowhere near it. Probably never will be, or it could pass through me tomorrow if I truly intend it. Don’t know. But I know that existence itself has to be forgiven. The prophets of today are angry. We’ve had enough. Peace has not worked. We want a new existence.
The Universe has to be forgiven, let go of and the rage of honesty expressed on earth. The rights of human beings, against both earth and The Universe. Mastering one’s destiny, against anyone and everyone, by listening and obeying everyone and anyone. That is the only way love will ever exist. The rest is prison time. Lots and lots and lots of prison time. Ascension. What it really is.
Regaining faith. Whatever the fuck that is. Faith in human beings. Divinity on earth. My Sacred Pimp. All the Sacred Pimps and Pimpesses. Having faith that they are even possible.
Yes. I’ll work on that. Forgiving existence is to forgive a man, forgiving a man (or a woman) is to actually forgive existence. Forgiving existence so much so, that you believe he will actually love you enough to love you. For the first time in your lives on earth. Since Eve. To receive love from anyone, outside The Temple. To receive love from your first ever human being. To receive redemption as a High Priestess who was made a slave. My arena and the arena of those like me, is nothing less than that. The female Ben Hur with The Universe as Messala. The REAL symbolic of being involved with a man romantically. Slavery in the galleys, imprisonment, torture, denial and hatred. For 8000 years because the mummies and daddies were torturers too. That is the level of forgiveness for redemption we are required to reach.
The Divinity journey for all. Facing The Source. Forgiving The Source. Forgiving existence. Accepting slavery.
Yes. I’ll work on that.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
These women who became the inspirational founders of popular cults, each experienced suffering and deprivation in early life, loneliness and even cruelty in close relationships, the untimely death of children and rejection by the social group as a whole. It is this alchemical process which gives birth to shamanic qualities, powers and inspiration. The true shaman only comes to birth, after much personal suffering and misery. The cost is high.
Naomi Ozaniec
Dying into purpose. There is enlightenment, and then there is enlightenment. Prophets and artists and philosophers have to die into purpose. There is nothing less. It is our path.
The loveless Universe, all to ourselves. The loveless world. Not allowed. In that is the only protection. Shaman.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
The Healing. Amera Ziganii Rao
That would be his conditional love. That would be theirs. The Non Temples. My conditional love was care. Theirs and his has to be money. However we develop into wholeness, convergence is still the aim. To be unconditional love at all, whatever the circumstances. There is nothing more unattractive than a man who does not give. There is nothing more unattractive than a woman who does not give. Not giving, giving only under certain circumstances, not giving to the ones closest to us, out of need and greed and being a weed – all that is the ego in wounding and non education and rage - giving to everyone else, OTHER than the most important person, out of need, greed and being a weed. Being the abandoned child, from a harsh background of no love and neglect. We repeat that desperate search for love, in a field where self love is the greatest requirement by far. Adult love. We ego love, as an unconscious and emotional response to life. To love. It would be money. It would be ‘giving’ freedom, it would be all things that are about control. Self love is a long journey. Endurance the one single element needed for the one already in Second Existence™. And living two lives at the same time of course.
The job of Sacred Whore High Priestess or Priest is to uncover the demons of the shadow of the other long after she has unconvered her own. That’s all. Same journey. Again. For the other. The rest is re-programming and above all, repetition. The mind finally gives in. This is consciousness, applied. This is magic. My privilege during it of course is to have uncovered the male madness of the entire world. And in that, every single piece of castration I have ever suffered. Why this is MY healing first and foremost. High Priestess is not an empty title. Women have to heal and then care for them. To be activists to change the dynamic of the virulent madness in this world. Male madness. And the women like them. That’s about 90 percent of the world. All those outside the temple. We only have to work with one. But of course, that is the healing to be able to cope with the virulent madness that goes beyond gender but is because of gender. Such is the complexity of the politics of consciousness. Of truth.
It would be money. Men are money. Women are care. Men abuse. Women receive/fight/self love/suffer/study/commune/teach/champion/heal/love. Women love. Men, finally, love. Life. Not for the fainthearted. The Lost Knowledge™.
Men and women ultimately want the same thing. Sex and power. The shock for him is that I want it too. It seems, the shock is also, that I want BOTH. Apparently women do not actually want either sex or power. He most certainly is not an anomaly. My training began young, and I have worked with alpha males my whole life. It seems that no one actually knows this. Because of course, they all fucking well do. That is the virulent madness. And we all have a great deal of work to do, to create any teams worth having. If we choose that adventure in life. The adventure of profound love and profound life.
And don’t worry. Ending the castration, enduring the long war for love, gets rid of any problem you have ever had with finding the passion to obtain and work for power. Believe me. As Napoleon Hill famously outlined, success was the ‘transmuting’ of ‘the sex emotion’ into work, transmuting the love of sex, the love of love, into work, into vocation. For the High Priestess, this is the reversal of the most enormous castration of female slavery in women, in High Priestess archetypes. Sexism as it is so casually called, is slavery. The High Priestess has to transmute the LOVE EMOTION too. That is the length and size of the journey to reverse love dependency and all the physical world realities that come from that. Why the meek remain the meek.
Any people coming out of slavery, will have the dynamic with an executioner, if they are LUCKY. Such is the Return to The Source. Brutal, sexy and devastating. Both by the executioner and by fate. As it is meant to be. We have a different arena. We are the one percent. Emotional Soul Samurai. Living with so called, ‘intuition’. Living, directly WITH The Universe. The demand is huge, the tests of shaman and Hierophant and Sacred Whore High Priestess, endless. And extraordinarily empowering. To return to The Source is phenomenal enough. To find out who you are is beyond anything that could ever be. To find out who you are as an EVE archetype, High Priestess, is why you know his healing is yours. Because that is love. Profound, spiritual, soul twinned, soul stripping, compassion creating, soul ascending, love. The truth of love obsession for both kinds of people. We want God. Bankers or philosophers, we crave therefore, three things; Sex, power and God. We want The Return. We want Spirit, we want to feel. We want Second Existence™.
Don't worry, beautiful, be money. Be mean. Be a female slaver. Be cruel, selfish, turgid and angry. One day - consistent and never ending improvement (Anthony Robbins) - you will be love. That is written.
Greatness creates greatness. Greatness tears you from limb to limb. The heroic journey. Creating a life worth living.
Sex, power and Spirit. That is humanity. That is love. That is a life worth living.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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