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Alchemy is the art of transmuting the reality into something sacred, of mixing the sacred and the profane. Paulo Coelho 

By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day. Robert Frost 

Your future depends on many things but mostly on you. ~ Frank Tyger

..but their time is past. And not

much longer do they stand: there they already lie. Friedrich Nietzsche 

You begin to think & be like those you hang around with. Choose your associations carefully. Lorane Gordon 

To know what you know and what you don't know, is true knowledge. Kong Fu Zi 

In the beginners' mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert's there are few. ~Shunryu Suzuki

We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us, but we sip only little by little at a truth we find bitter. ~ Denis Diderot

Always be liquid. We never want to count on the kindness of strangers in order to meet...Warren Buffett

It brings me to tears seeing the amount of ungrateful heartless people there are in this world, you must remember everyone has feelings! Angelina Jolie

A daughter is one of the most BEAUTIFUL gifts this world has to give. Laurel Atherton

Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are. Niccolò Machiavelli

In the end we are no more than our own stories. Linda Pastan, from "Eve on Her Deathbed”

Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren't. Margaret Thatcher

Find what makes your heart sing and create your own music. ~ Mac Anderson

Your most unhappy customers are your greatest source of learning. Bill Gates

Losers make promises they often break. Winners make commitments they always keep. Denis Waitley

"My dear Virginia, I have been boiled in a hell-broth.” A 1924 letter from T. S. Eliot to Virginia Woolf

The answers are often simple, but because we seldom listen to them we keep on asking the questions as if the answers are lost to us. The Golden Mirror

Whoredom and Poodle Froth. Amera Ziganii Rao 

Whoredom and poodle froth is therefore the only thing ‘The World of Men’ can offer a woman like me. I’m sorry. I’d like to be a human being too. 

Go and pay for sex and get a (pretty) dog at home. That, it seems, will do for you. Me? I’m off to spend a life alone. I like my friendship. 

And I like my mind and stimulation of the kind I have worked so hard to define. 

And I am going to find my people who are like me. 

I no longer like any of you. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

The best revenge is massive success. Frank Sinatra

Women: Speak in statements instead of apologetic questions. Make statements, with your actions and your voice. Tina Fey

Things which matter most must never be at the mercy of things which matter...Goethe

No one can live your life for you, you must do your own living. Lolly Daskai 

Don't stand by the water and long for fish; go home and weave a net. Chinese Proverb

The fact that we don't consider our problems to be our problem is a big problem. It prevents us from looking for & implementing the answers. The Golden Mirror 

I'm not telling you it is going to be easy, I'm telling you it's going to be worth it. Athlete Fitness

Some folks are wise and some are otherwise. Tobias Smollett

Thou shalt not be a victim. Thou shalt not be a perpetrator. Above all, thou shalt not be a bystander. Holocaust Museum, Washington, DC

Follow the crowd and you will never be followed by the crowd. ~ Marliyn Manson

Love & No Friendship

It was never love, without the friendship. Maybe now, you know why women truly, hate you. You give nothing. You don't even give the friendship we give to you. You give nothing. And you don't even care. Male supremacy is all you care about. Have it. I don't. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

The Second Sex. Simone de Beauvoir. An Excerpt l

...her wings are cut and then she is blamed for not knowing how to fly.....Being on the fringes of the world is not the best place for someone who intends to recreate it: here again, to go beyond the given, one must be deeply rooted in it........

But a question immediately arises: how did this whole story begin? It is understandable that the duality of the sexes, like all duality, be expressed in conflict. It is understandable that if one of the two succeeded in imposing its superiority, it had to establish itself as absolute. It remains to be explained how it was that man won at the outset. It seems possible that women might have carried off the victory, or that the battle might never be resolved. Why is it that this world has always belonged to men and that only today are things beginning to change? Is this change a good thing? Will it bring about an equal sharing of the world between men and women or not?

These questions are far from new; they have already had many answers; but the very fact that woman is OTHER challenges all the justifications that men have ever given: these were only too clearly dictated by their own interest. 

‘Everything that men have written about women should be viewed with suspicion, because they are both judge and party,’ wrote Poulain de la Barre, a little-known seventeenth century feminist. Males have always and everywhere paraded their satisfaction of feeling they are kings of creation. ‘Blessed be the Lord our God, and the Lord of all worlds that has not made me a woman’. Jews say in their morning prayers; meanwhile their wives resignedly murmur; ‘Blessed by the Lord for creating me according to His will’. Among the blessings Plato thanked the gods for was first being born free and not a slave, and second, a man and not a woman. But males could not have enjoyed this privilege so fully had they not considered it as founded in the absolute and in eternity: they sought to make the fact of their supremacy a right. ‘Those who made and compiled the laws, being men, favoured their own sex, and the jurisconsults have turned the laws, being men, favoured by their own sex, and the jurisconsults have turned the laws into principles,’ Poulain de la Barre continues. 

Lawmakers, priests, philosophers, writers and scholars have gone to great lengths to prove that woman’s subordinate condition was willed in heaven and profitable on earth. Religions forged by men reflect this will for domination: they found ammunition in the legends of Eve and Pandora. They have put philosophy and theology in their service, as seen in the previously cited words of Aristotle and St Thomas. 

Since ancient times, satirists and moralists have delighted in depicting women’s weaknesses. The violent indictments brought against then all through French literature are well known: Montherlant, with less verve, picks up the tradition from Jean de Meung. This hostility seems more times founded but is often gratuitous; in truth, it covers up a more or less skilfully camouflaged will to self-justification. ‘It is easier to accuse one sex than to excuse the other,’ says (Michel de) Montaigne. In certain cases, the process is transparent. It is striking, for example, that the Roman code limiting a wife’s rights invokes ‘the imbecility and fragility of the sex’ just when a weakening family structure makes her a threat to male heirs. 

It is striking that in the sixteenth century, to keep a married woman under wardship, the authority of St Augustine affirming ‘the wife is an animal neither reliable nor stable’ is called on, whereas the unmarried woman is recognised as capable of managing her own affairs. Montaigne well understood the arbitrariness and injustice of the lot assigned to women: ‘Women are not at all wrong in refusing the world’s rules especially since men made them without women. There is a natural plotting and scheming between them and us.’ 

But he does not go so far as to champion their cause. It is only in the eighteenth century that deeply democratic men begin to consider the issue objectively. Diderot, for one, tries to prove that, like man, woman is a human being. A bit later, John Stuart Mill ardently defends women. But these philosophers are exceptional in their impartiality. In the nineteenth century the feminist quarrel once again becomes a partisan quarrel; one of the consequences of the industrial revolution is that women enter the labour force: at that point, women’s demands leave the realm of the theoretical and find economic grounds; their adversaries become all the more aggressive; even though landed property is partially discredited, the bourgeoisie clings to the old values where family solidity guarantees private property: it insists all the more fiercely that woman’s place should be in the home as her emancipation becomes a real threat; even within the working class, men tried to thwart women’s liberation because women were becoming dangerous competitors – especially as women were used to working for low salaries.... 

Simone de Beauvoir

Hetaera. A Definition 

....“We have hetaerae for pleasure, pallakae to care for our daily body’s needs and gynaekes to bear us legitimate children and to be faithful guardians of our households.”....(the birth of the World Slave Order. AZR) 

In ancient Greece, hetaerae (singular /hɪˈtaɪrə/, plural /hɪˈtaɪriː/; in Greek ἑταῖραι, hetairai) were courtesans—highly educated, sophisticated companions. Although most engaged in sexual relations with their patrons, hetaerae were not simple prostitutes.

In ancient Greek society, hetaerae were independent and sometimes influential women who were required to wear distinctive dresses and had to pay taxes. Mostly ex-slaves from other cities, these courtesans were renowned for their achievements in dance and music, as well as for their physical and intellectual talents. Unlike most other women in Greek society at the time, hetaerae were educated. Τhey were also the only women who actively took part in the symposia, where their opinion was welcomed and respected by men. Hetaerae also were the only class of women in ancient Greece with access to and independent control over considerable amounts of money. Hetaerae should not be confused with pornai of the time, who sold sex by the act and worked on the streets or out of brothels.

Some similarities have been found between the ancient Greek hetaera, the earlier Babylonian nadītu, the Japanese oiran, and the Korean kisaeng.

Plutarch's Life of Demetrius is our longest and most detailed surviving account of Demetrius I Poliorcetes. The biography reports that Demetrius displayed a great lack of commitment, making light of marriage by having many wives at one time and even slighting them by consorting with many freeborn women and many hetairai. Lamia, a famous early Hellenistic courtesan, was his favourite. Plutarch mentions her in the context of fourteen separate anecdotes. We know that Lamia was once a member of Ptolemy I Soter's entourage and was a flute player. 

How she came to be a musician for Ptolemy is not known. Many women who played musical instruments in ancient Greece were also involved in prostitution, but there is no evidence that Lamia was reputed to be a prostitute before her involvement with Demetrius. The hetairai involved with kings were noticeably monogamous. Polemon tells us that Lamia was the daughter of the Athenian citizen, Cleanor, and that she had built the stoa or art gallery at Sicyon as a benefaction to the people. Lamia not only was renowned for her beauty and charm but also possessed a great wit.

Among the most famous were Thargelia, a renowned Ionian hetaera of ancient times; Aspasia, companion of Pericles; Archeanassa, companion of Plato; the famous Neaira; Thaïs, a concubine of Ptolemy, who was one of the generals on the expeditions of Alexander the Great and later became king of Egypt; Lais of Corinth, the famed beauty who lived during the Peloponnesian War; Lais of Hyccara, a courtesan who is said to have provided her services to the philosopher Diogenes free of charge; and the famously beautiful Phryne, the model and muse of the sculptor Praxiteles.

Hetaerae appear to have been regarded as distinct from prostitutes (pόrne) and also distinguished from mistresses (pallakide) or wives (gynaekes). In the oration Against Neaera, Demosthenes said:

“We have hetaerae for pleasure, pallakae to care for our daily body’s needs and gynaekes to bear us legitimate children and to be faithful guardians of our households.”

Hetaera (Franciszek Żmurko, 1906).

In this same oration, Demosthenes mentions that Neaira's purchase price (both at her original purchase by Timanoridas of Corinth and Eucrates of Leucas and her own subsequent purchase of her freedom) was 30 minas. Since the mina was equal to 100 drachmae and the drachma can be thought of as equivalent to the daily wage of a skilled worker, this would make her purchase price over 8 years salary—obviously beyond the means of the average person.

The hetaera business had implications in fashion and taste beyond the realm of prostitution. As sex and sexuality in Greek culture evolved, courtesans were inclined to follow suit to stay fashionable and to keep up with business. The reverse is also true—as certain aspects of hetaera culture became popular, they would diffuse into everyday Greek life and fashion as well. For example, Athenian women seemed to have “learned to imitate the styles” of the prostitute. This included the removal of pubic hair, applying makeup, and adopting their style of dress.

The male form of the word, hetaeros (pl. hetaeroi), signified male companions in the sense of a business or political associate. Most famously, it referred to Alexander the Great's bodyguard cavalry unit (see Companion cavalry).

In Jungian psychology, the hetaere is one of Toni Wolff's four feminine archetypes.

Simone de Beauvoir makes significant discussion of the hetaira type in The Second Sex.

Wikipedia

The Second Sex. Simone de Beauvoir. An excerpt pt ll

.....This is how many men affirm, with quasi-good faith, that women ARE equal to man and have no demands to make, and AT THE SAME TIME that women will never be equal to men and that their demands are in vain......

....It takes great abnegation to refuse to posit oneself as unique and absolute Subject. 

Besides, the vast majority of men do not explicitly make this position their own. They do not POSIT woman as inferior; they are too imbued today with the democratic ideal not to recognise all human beings as equals. Within the family, the male child and then the young man sees the woman as having the same social dignity as the adult male; afterwards, he experiences in desire and love the resistance and independence of the desired and loved woman; married, he respects in his wife the spouse and the mother, and in the concrete experience of married life, she affirms herself opposite him as a freedom. 

He can thus convince himself that there is no longer a social hierarchy between the sexes and that on the whole, in spite of their differences, woman is an equal. As he nevertheless recognises some points of inferiority – professional incapacity being the predominant one – he attributes them to nature. 

When he has an attitude of benevolence and partnership towards a woman, he applies the principle of abstract equality; and he does not POSIT the concrete inequality he recognises. But as soon as he clashes with her the situation is reversed. He will apply the concrete inequality theme and will even allow himself to disavow abstract equality. This is how many men affirm, with quasi-good faith, that women ARE equal to man and have no demands to make, and AT THE SAME TIME that women will never be equal to men and that their demands are in vain. It is difficult for men to measure the enormous extent of social discrimination that seems insignificant from the outside and whose moral and intellectual repercussions are so deep in woman that they appear to spring from an original nature. 

The man most sympathetic to women never knows her concrete situation fully. So there is no good reason to believe men when they try to defend privileges whose scope they cannot even fathom. 

We will not let ourselves be intimidated by the number and violence of attacks on women; nor be fooled by the self-serving praise showered on the ‘real woman’; nor be won over by men’s enthusiasm for her destiny, a destiny they would not for the world want to share. 

Simone de Beauvoir

One of the things that you already know is that nothing happens by accident, and that there’s no such thing as coincidence. Neale Donald Walsch 

Once you have learned to truly love, you will have learned to live. The Golden Mirror 

LIFE is what Happens while you are busy making other Plans. John Lennon

Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining. ~Anne Lamott

In the end we are no more than our own stories. Linda Pastan, from "Eve on Her Deathbed”

Living in the past is very damaging to your future. Steve Keating 

By listening to the creator within, we are led to our right path. ~ Julia Cameron

Thy Self laugheth at thine ego, and its proud prancings. Friedrich Nietzsche 

I am where I am because I believe in all possibilities. Whoopi Goldberg

Never spend your money before you have earned it. Thomas Jefferson 

Get God’s plan before making your own plans. Armor of God

I'm going to always keep encouraging people to move in the right direction. Russell Simmons 

Leadership and learning are indispensable to each other. John F. Kennedy

Nothing is ever wrong. We learn from every step we take. Whatever you did today was the way it was meant to be. Be proud of you. Rock Christopher 

Nobody has ever bet enough on a winning horse. (American saying) Patti Smith Proverbs

You can fool some people with an "I don't care" attitude, but inside you'll know that you're doing less than your best. Russell Simmons 

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear. Mark Twain

Nobody can go back and start a new beginning but anyone can start today and make a new ending. ~ Maria Robinson

One of the best feelings in a world is when you hug someone you love, and they hug you back even tighter. Evergreen Quotes 

However small a company, its founders should try to expand people's opportunities and choices. Richard Branson

In my day, we didn't have self esteem, we had self respect, and no more of it than we had earned. ~ Jane Haddam

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are ~ E.E. Cummings

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Keith Urban and Nicole Kidman

Keith Urban is learning how to be more fearless from his wife, Nicole Kidman.

The singer tells ABC News Radio that his Oscar-winning other-half is "really inspiring as an artist" because of her "fearless" creative choices.

He explains that Kidman not only accepts projects she's interested in, but also "gravitates towards things that she's terrified of." He adds that she often chooses to play certain characters simply because the role is a little uncomfortable. 

Keith is gearing up to release his eighth album Fuse on September 10th. Urban was also recently confirmed to return as a judge on the upcoming season of Fox's "American Idol."

Free Online Text from Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill

This is one of the best-selling self-help books of all time. Written during the Great Depression, against a backdrop of millions of people out of work and a looming world war, Napoleon Hill's magnum opus held out hope that life could get better. While not considered part of the New Thought movement, Hill drew on many of their concepts and techniques. He prefigured the 'Prosperity Consciousness' of present-day New Age thinkers. And a host of motivational writers and speakers have followed in his footsteps.

A good part of Hill's book is simply the gospel of 20th century American Capitalism: work hard, have a firm handshake, get ahead by doing quality work, treat your customers with respect, anybody can become rich and/or powerful if they overcome their personal weaknesses. Some may find the core 'secret' of this book elusive; Hill never gives us a succinct formula to acquiring wealth, although he hints that it exists. However, the title of the book is 'Think and Grow Rich,' not 'Get Rich Quick': Hill insists that we take a very detailed personal inventory, and grow spiritually, in order to draw wealth our way. This involves a developing a high level of self-discipline and obeying the Delphic injunction to 'Know Thyself'. He also incorporates a lot of good, practical business advice: find new opportunities created by technological innovations, make a written plan and keep to it, don't be afraid to fail repeatedly. The secret is here, it is just simply the sum of parts rather than an explicit roadmap.

Towards the end of the book he steps off a precipice and ventures into some very esoteric territory. He discusses harnessing Kundalini energy, manifesting psychic powers such as telepathy, tapping into higher consciousness, and getting in touch with the great minds of history, although, again, he is not too specific about how to accomplish these feats.

Think and Grow Rich is one of those books which makes a lasting impression. No matter what you may think of Hill's philosophy and his folksy writing style, you are bound to come away from this book feeling energized, more optimistic about life, and (possibly) a bit richer for the experience. --J. B. Hare, 7/20/2006

Think and Grow Rich l. An Excerpt. Napoleon Hill 

(no 'she's' in this. Use your imagination and use it vigilantly, to get the most out of it. For all our sakes. AZR) 

WHEN Edwin C. Barnes climbed down from the freight train in Orange, N. J., more than thirty years ago, he may have resembled a tramp, but his thoughts were those of a king!

As he made his way from the railroad tracks to Thomas A. Edison's office, his mind was at work. He saw himself standing in Edison's presence. He heard himself asking Mr. Edison for an opportunity to carry out the one CONSUMING OBSESSION OF HIS LIFE, a BURNING DESIRE to become the business associate of the great inventor.

Barnes' desire was not a hope! It was not a wish! It was a keen, pulsating DESIRE, which transcended everything else. It was DEFINITE.

The desire was not new when he approached Edison. It had been Barnes' dominating desire for a long time. In the beginning, when the desire first appeared in his mind, it may have been, probably was, only a wish, but it was no mere wish when he appeared before Edison with it.

A few years later, Edwin C. Barnes again stood before Edison, in the same office where he first met the inventor. This time his DESIRE had been translated into reality. He was in business with Edison. The dominating DREAM OF HIS LIFE had become a reality. Today, people who know Barnes envy him, because of the "break" life yielded him. They see him in the days of his triumph, without taking the trouble to investigate the cause of his success.

Barnes succeeded because he chose a definite goal, placed all his energy, all his will power, all his effort, everything back of that goal. He did not become the partner of Edison the day he arrived. He was content to start in the most menial work, as long as it provided an opportunity to take even one step toward his cherished goal.

Five years passed before the chance he had been seeking made its appearance. During all those years not one ray of hope, not one promise of attainment of his DESIRE had been held out to him. To everyone, except himself, he appeared only another cog in the Edison business wheel, but in his own mind, HE WAS THE PARTNER OF EDISON EVERY MINUTE OF THE TIME, from the very day that he first went to work there.

It is a remarkable illustration of the power of a DEFINITE DESIRE. Barnes won his goal, because he wanted to be a business associate of Mr. Edison, more than he wanted anything else. He created a plan by which to attain that purpose. But he BURNED ALL BRIDGES BEHIND HIM. He stood by his DESIRE until it became the dominating obsession of his life--and--finally, a fact.

When he went to Orange, he did not say to himself, "I will try to induce Edison to give me a job of some sort." He said, "I will see Edison, and put him on notice that I have come to go into business with him."

He did not say, "I will work there for a few months, and if I get no encouragement, I will quit and get a job somewhere else." He did say, "I will start anywhere. I will do anything Edison tells me to do, but before I am through, I will be his associate."

He did not say, "I will keep my eyes open for another opportunity, in case I fail to get what I want in the Edison organization." He said, "There is but ONE thing in this world that I am determined to have, and that is a business association with Thomas A. Edison. I will burn all bridges behind me, and stake my ENTIRE FUTURE on my ability to get what I want."

He left himself no possible way of retreat. He had to win or perish!

That is all there is to the Barnes story of success!

A long while ago, a great warrior faced a situation which made it necessary for him to make a decision which insured his success on the battlefield. He was about to send his armies against a powerful foe, whose men outnumbered his own. He loaded his soldiers into boats, sailed to the enemy's country, unloaded soldiers and equipment, then gave the order to burn the ships that had carried them. Addressing his men before the first battle, he said, "You see the boats going up in smoke. That means that we cannot leave these shores alive unless we win! We now have no choice--we win--or we perish! They won.

Every person who wins in any undertaking must be willing to burn his ships and cut all sources of retreat. Only by so doing can one be sure of maintaining that state of mind known as a BURNING DESIRE TO WIN, essential to success.

The morning after the great Chicago fire, a group of merchants stood on State Street, looking at the smoking remains of what had been their stores. They went into a conference to decide if they would try to rebuild, or leave Chicago and start over in a more promising section of the country. They reached a decision--all except one--to leave Chicago.

The merchant who decided to stay and rebuild pointed a finger at the remains of his store, and said, "Gentlemen, on that very spot I will build the world's greatest store, no matter how many times it may burn down."

That was more than fifty years ago. The store was built. It stands there today, a towering monument to the power of that state of mind known as a BURNING DESIRE. The easy thing for Marshal Field to have done, would have been exactly what his fellow merchants did. When the going was hard, and the future looked dismal, they pulled up and went where the going seemed easier.

Mark well this difference between Marshal Field and the other merchants, because it is the same difference which distinguishes Edwin C. Barnes from thousands of other young men who have worked in the Edison organization. It is the same difference which distinguishes practically all who succeed from those who fail.

Every human being who reaches the age of understanding of the purpose of money, wishes for it. Wishing will not bring riches. But desiring riches with a state of mind that becomes an obsession, then

planning definite ways and means to acquire riches, and backing those plans with persistence which does not recognize failure, will bring riches.

The method by which DESIRE for riches can be transmuted into its financial equivalent, consists of six definite, practical steps, viz:

First.

Fix in your mind the exact amount of money you desire. It is not sufficient merely to say "I want plenty of money." Be definite as to the amount. (There is a psychological reason for definiteness which will be described in a subsequent chapter).

Second.

Determine exactly what you intend to give in return for the money you desire. (There is no such reality as "something for nothing.)

Third.

Establish a definite date when you intend to possess the money you desire.

Fourth.

Create a definite plan for carrying out your desire, and begin at once, whether you are ready or not, to put this plan into action.

Fifth.

Write out a clear, concise statement of the amount of money you intend to acquire, name the time limit for its acquisition, state what you intend to give in return for the money, and describe clearly the plan through which you intend to accumulate it.

Sixth.

Read your written statement aloud, twice daily, once just before retiring at night, and once after arising in the morning. AS YOU

READ--SEE AND FEEL AND BELIEVE YOURSELF ALREADY IN POSSESSION OF THE MONEY.

It is important that you follow the instructions described in these six steps. It is especially important that you observe, and follow the instructions in the sixth paragraph. You may complain that it is impossible for you to "see yourself in possession of money" before you actually have it. Here is where a BURNING DESIRE will come to your aid. If you truly DESIRE money so keenly that your desire is an obsession, you will have no difficulty in convincing yourself that you will acquire it. The object is to want money, and to become so determined to have it that you CONVINCE yourself you will have it.

Only those who become "money conscious" ever accumulate great riches. "Money consciousness" means that the mind has become so thoroughly saturated with the DESIRE for money, that one can see one's self already in possession of it.

To the uninitiated, who has not been schooled in the working principles of the human mind, these instructions may appear impractical. It may be helpful, to all who fail to recognize the soundness of the six steps, to know that the information they convey, was received from Andrew Carnegie, who began as an ordinary laborer in the steel mills, but managed, despite his humble beginning, to make these principles yield him a fortune of considerably more than one hundred million dollars.

It may be of further help to know that the six steps here recommended were carefully scrutinized by the late Thomas A. Edison, who placed his stamp of approval upon them as being, not only the steps essential for the accumulation of money, but necessary for the attainment of any definite goal.

The steps call for no "hard labor." They call for no sacrifice. They do not require one to become ridiculous, or credulous. To apply them calls for no great amount of education. But the successful application of these six steps does call for sufficient imagination to enable one to see, and to understand, that accumulation of money cannot be left to chance, good fortune, and luck. One must realize that all who have accumulated great fortunes, first did a certain amount of dreaming, hoping, wishing, DESIRING, and PLANNING before they acquired money.

You may as well know, right here, that you can never have riches in great quantities, UNLESS you can work yourself into a white heat of DESIRE for money, and actually BELIEVE you will possess it.

You may as well know, also that every great leader, from the dawn of civilization down to the present, was a dreamer. Christianity is the greatest potential power in the world today, because its founder was an intense dreamer who had the vision and the imagination to see realities in their mental and spiritual form before they had been transmuted into physical form.

If you do not see great riches in your imagination, you will never see them in your bank balance.

Never, in the history of America has there been so great an opportunity for practical dreamers as now exists. The six year economic collapse has reduced all men, substantially, to the same level. A new race is about to be run. The stakes represent huge fortunes which will be accumulated within the next ten years. The rules of the race have changed, because we now live in a CHANGED WORLD that definitely favors the masses, those who had but little or no opportunity to win under the conditions existing during the depression, when fear paralyzed growth and development.

We who are in this race for riches, should be encouraged to know that this changed world in which we live is demanding new ideas, new ways of doing things, new leaders, new inventions, new methods of teaching, new methods of marketing, new books, new literature, new features for the radio, new ideas for moving pictures. Back of all this demand for new and better things, there is one quality which one must possess to win, and that is DEFINITENESS OF PURPOSE, the knowledge of what one wants, and a burning DESIRE to possess it.

The business depression marked the death of one age, and the birth of another. This changed world requires practical dreamers who can, and will put their dreams into action. The practical dreamers have always been, and always will be the pattern-makers of civilization.

We who desire to accumulate riches, should remember the real leaders of the world always have been men who harnessed, and put into practical use, the intangible, unseen forces of unborn opportunity, and have converted those forces, (or impulses

of thought), into sky-scrapers, cities, factories, airplanes, automobiles, and every form of convenience that makes life more pleasant.

Tolerance, and an open mind are practical necessities of the dreamer of today. Those who are afraid of new ideas are doomed before they start. Never has there been a time more favorable to pioneers than the present. True, there is no wild and woolly west to be conquered, as in the days of the Covered Wagon; but there is a vast business, financial, and industrial world to be remoulded and redirected along new and better lines.

In planning to acquire your share of the riches, let no one influence you to scorn the dreamer. To win the big stakes in this changed world, you must catch the spirit of the great pioneers of the past, whose dreams have given to civilization all that it has of value, the spirit which serves as the life-blood of our own country--your opportunity and mine, to develop and market our talents.

Let us not forget, Columbus dreamed of an Unknown world, staked his life on the existence of such a world, and discovered it!

Copernicus, the great astronomer, dreamed of a multiplicity of worlds, and revealed them! No one denounced him as "impractical" after he had triumphed. Instead, the world worshipped at his shrine, thus proving once more that "SUCCESS REQUIRES NO APOLOGIES, FAILURE PERMITS NO ALIBIS."

If the thing you wish to do is right, and you believe in it, go ahead and do it! Put your dream across, and never mind what "they" say if you meet with temporary defeat, for "they," perhaps, do not know that EVERY FAILURE BRINGS WITH IT THE SEED OF AN EQUIVALENT SUCCESS.

Henry Ford, poor and uneducated, dreamed of a horseless carriage, went to work with what tools he possessed, without waiting for opportunity to favor him, and now evidence of his dream belts the entire earth. He has put more wheels into operation than any man who ever lived, because he was not afraid to back his dreams.

Thomas Edison dreamed of a lamp that could be operated by electricity, began where he stood to put his dream into action, and despite more than ten thousand failures, he stood by that dream until he made it a physical reality. Practical dreamers DO NOT QUIT!

Whelan dreamed of a chain of cigar stores, transformed his dream into action, and now the United Cigar Stores occupy the best corners in America.

Lincoln dreamed of freedom for the black slaves, put his dream into action, and barely missed living to see a united North and South translate his dream into reality.

The Wright brothers dreamed of a machine that would fly through the air. Now one may see evidence all over the world, that they dreamed soundly.

Marconi dreamed of a system for harnessing the intangible forces of the ether. Evidence that he did not dream in vain, may be found in every wireless and radio in the world. Moreover, Marconi's dream brought the humblest cabin, and the most stately manor house side by side. It made the people of every nation on earth back-door neighbors. It gave the President of the United States a medium by which he may talk to all the people of America at one time, and on short notice. It may interest you to know that Marconi's "friends" had him taken into custody, and examined in a psychopathic hospital, when he announced he had discovered a principle through which he could send messages through the air, without the aid of wires, or other direct physical means of communication. The dreamers of today fare better.

The world has become accustomed to new discoveries. Nay, it has shown a willingness to reward the dreamer who gives the world a new idea.

"The greatest achievement was, at first, and for a time, but a dream."

"The oak sleeps in the acorn. The bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul, a waking angel stirs. DREAMS ARE THE SEEDLINGS OF REALITY."

Awake, arise, and assert yourself, you dreamers of the world. Your star is now in the ascendency. The world depression brought the opportunity you have been waiting for. It taught people humility, tolerance, and open-mindedness.

The world is filled with an abundance of OPPORTUNITY which the dreamers of the past never knew.

A BURNING DESIRE TO BE, AND TO DO is the starting point from which the dreamer must take off. Dreams are not born of indifference, laziness, or lack of ambition.

The world no longer scoffs at the dreamer, nor calls him impractical. If you think it does, take a trip to Tennessee, and witness what a dreamer President has done in the way of harnessing, and using the great water power of America. A score of years ago, such a dream would have seemed like madness.

You have been disappointed, you have undergone defeat during the depression, you have felt the great heart within you crushed until it bled. Take courage, for these experiences have tempered the spiritual metal of which you are made--they are assets of incomparable value.

Remember, too, that all who succeed in life get off to a bad start, and pass through many heartbreaking struggles before they "arrive." The turning point in the lives of those who succeed, usually comes at the moment of some crisis, through which they are introduced to their "other selves."

John Bunyan wrote the Pilgrim's Progress, which is among the finest of all English literature, after he had been confined in prison and sorely punished, because of his views on the subject of religion.

O. Henry discovered the genius which slept within his brain, after he had met with great misfortune, and was confined in a prison cell, in Columbus, Ohio. Being FORCED, through misfortune, to become acquainted with his "other self," and to use his IMAGINATION, he discovered himself to be a great author instead of a miserable criminal and outcast. Strange and varied are the ways of life, and stranger still are the ways of Infinite Intelligence, through which men (women) are sometimes forced to undergo all sorts of punishment before discovering their own brains, and their own capacity to create useful ideas through imagination......

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The Second Sex. An Excerpt lll. Simone de Beauvoir 

...Why do women not contest male sovereignty? No subject posits itself spontaneously and at once as the inessential from the outset; it is not the Other who, defining itself as Other, defines the One; the Other is posited as One. But in order for the Other not to turn into the One, the Other has to submit to this foreign point of view. Where does this submission in women come from? 

There are other cases where, for a shorter or longer time, one category has managed to dominate another absolutely. It is often numerical inequality that confers this privilege: the majority imposes its law on or persecutes the minority. But women are not a minority like American blacks, or like Jews: there are as many women as men on earth. Often, the two opposing groups concerned were once independent of each other; either they were not aware of each other in the past or they accepted each other’s autonomy; and some historical event subordinated the weaker to the stronger: the Jewish diaspora, slavery in America, or the colonial conquests are facts with dates. 

In these cases, for the oppressed there was a BEFORE: they share a past, a tradition, sometimes a religion, or a culture. In this sense, the parallel Bebel draws between women and the proletariat would be the best founded: proletarians are not a numerical minority either and yet they have never formed a separate group. 

However, not ONE event, but a whole historical development, explains their existence as a class and accounts for the distribution of THESE individuals in this class. They have not always been proletarians: there have always been women: they are women by their physiological structure; as far back as history can be traced, they have always been subordinate to men; their dependence is not the consequence of an event or a becoming, it did not HAPPEN. 

Alterity here appears to be an absolute, partly because it falls outside the accidental nature of historical fact. A situation created over time can come undone at another time – blacks in Haiti for one are a good example; on the contrary, a natural condition seems to defy change. In truth, nature is no more an immutable given than is historical reality. If woman discovers herself as the inessential, and never turns into the essential, it is because she does not bring about this transformation herself...

Simone de Beauvoir

An investment in knowledge always pays the best interest. Benjamin Franklin

It’s not easy taking my problems one at a time when they refuse to get in line. Ashleigh Brilliant

Express yourself the best you can in order to avoid misunderstanding as much as possible. The Golden Mirror 

Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay. William Shakespeare

Curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his (her) back on life. Eleanor Roosevelt

What your heart thinks is great, is great. The soul's emphasis is always right. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Our entire life consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are. Jean Anouilh

Some day, after we have mastered the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness the energies of love. Rock Christopher 

You have control over the work alone but never its fruit. Krishna Bhagavad-Gita

Someone can take their Respect from You. But they can't take your own Self ~ Respect, Dignity, & Unconditional Love Away. Rock Christopher 

Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest. Mark Twain

Every traveler has a home of his (her) own, and he (she) learns to appreciate it the more from his (her) wandering. Charles Dickens

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread. ~ Mother Theresa

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The Way We Were

The Way We Were is a 1973 American romantic drama film, starring Barbra Streisand and Robert Redford, and directed by Sydney Pollack. The screenplay by Arthur Laurents was based on his college days at Cornell University and his experiences with the House Un-American Activities Committee.

A box office success, the film was nominated for several awards and won the Academy Award for Best Original Dramatic Score and Best Original Song for "The Way We Were". The soundtrack recording charted for 23 weeks on the Billboard Hot 100 and eventually sold in excess of one million copies.

Told in flashback, it is the story of Katie Morosky and Hubbell Gardiner, who meet at college in the 1930s.

Their differences are immense: she is a stridently vocal Marxist Jew with strong anti-war opinions, and he is a carefree WASP with no particular political bent. She is drawn to him because of his boyish good looks and his natural writing skill, which she finds captivating, although he doesn't work very hard at it. He is intrigued by her conviction and her determination to persuade others to take up social causes. They meet, romantically, for the first time on the night that the Duke of Windsor marries Mrs. Simpson.

The two meet again at the end of World War II. Katie is working at a radio station, and Hubbell, having served as a naval officer in the South Pacific, is trying to return to civilian life. They fall in love and marry despite the differences in their background and temperament.

Soon, however, Katie is incensed by the cynical jokes Hubbell's friends make and is unable to understand his acceptance of their insensitivity and shallow dismissal of political engagement. At the same time, his serenity is disturbed by her lack of social graces and her polarizing postures.

When Hubbell seeks a job as a Hollywood screenwriter, Katie believes he's wasting his talent and encourages him to pursue writing as a serious challenge instead. Despite her growing frustration, they move to California, where he becomes a successful albeit desultory screenwriter, and the couple enjoy an affluent lifestyle. As the Hollywood blacklist grows and McCarthyism begins to encroach on their lives, Katie's political activism resurfaces, jeopardizing Hubbell's position and reputation.

Alienated by Katie's persistent abrasiveness, Hubbell has an affair with Carol Ann, his college girlfriend and the ex-wife of his best friend J.J., even though Katie is pregnant. Katie and Hubbell decide to part when she finally understands he is not the man she idealized when she fell in love with him and will always choose the easiest way out, whether it is cheating in his marriage or writing predictable stories for sitcoms. Hubbell, on the other hand, is exhausted, unable to live on the pedestal Katie erected for him and face her disappointment in his decision to compromise his potential.

In the film's final scene, Katie and Hubbell meet by chance some years after their divorce, in front of the Plaza Hotel in New York City. Hubbell, who is with a stylish beauty and apparently content, is now writing for a popular sitcom as one of a group of nameless writers. Katie has remained faithful to who she is: flyers in hand, she is agitating for the newest political causes.

Katie, now re-married, invites Hubbell to come for a drink with his lady friend, but he confesses he can't. Katie's response acknowledges what they both finally understand: Hubbell was at his best when he was with her, and no one will ever believe in him or see as much promise in him as she once did. Their past is behind them; all the two share now (besides their daughter, whom they name Rachel) is a memory of the way they were.

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For Whom the Bell Tolls

For Whom the Bell Tolls is a novel by Ernest Hemingway published in 1940. It tells the story of Robert Jordan, a young American in the International Brigades attached to a republican guerrilla unit during the Spanish Civil War. As a dynamiter, he is assigned to blow up a bridge during an attack on the city of Segovia. Hemingway biographer Jeffrey Meyers writes that the novel is regarded as one of Hemingway's best works, along with The Sun Also Rises, The Old Man and the Sea, and A Farewell to Arms.

Ernest Hemingway wrote For Whom the Bell Tolls in Cuba, Key West, and Sun Valley, Idaho in 1939. In Cuba, he lived in the Hotel Ambos-Mundos where he worked on the manuscript. The novel was finished in July 1940, and published in October. 

The novel is based on his experiences during the Spanish Civil War, with an American protagonist named Robert Jordan who fights with Spanish soldiers for the Republicans. The novel has three types of characters: those who are purely fictional; those based on real people but fictionalized; and those who were actual figures in the war. Set in the Sierra de Guadarrama mountain range between Madrid and Segovia, the action takes place during four days and three nights. For Whom the Bell Tolls became a Book-of-the-month choice, sold half a million copies within months, was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, and became a literary triumph for Hemingway. Published on 21 October 1940, the first edition print run was 75,000 copies priced at $2.75.

The title of the book is taken from the metaphysical poet John Donne's series of meditations and prayers on health, pain, and sickness (written while Donne was convalescing from a nearly fatal illness) that were published in 1624 as Devotions upon Emergent Occasions, specifically Meditation XVII. Hemingway quotes part of the meditation (using Donne's original spelling) in the book's epigraph:

No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

This novel is told primarily through the thoughts and experiences of the protagonist, Robert Jordan. The character was inspired by Hemingway's own experiences in the Spanish Civil War as a reporter for the North American Newspaper Alliance. Robert Jordan is an American in the International Brigades who travels to Spain to oppose the fascist forces of Francisco Franco. 

As an experienced dynamiter, he was ordered by a communist Russian general to travel behind enemy lines and destroy a bridge with the aid of a band of local antifascist guerrillas, in order to prevent enemy troops from being able to respond to an upcoming offensive. (The Soviet Union aided and advised the Republicans against the fascists in the Spanish Civil War. Similarly, Hitler's Nazis and Mussolini's Italy provided Franco with military aid.) 

In their camp, Robert Jordan encounters María, a young Spanish woman whose life had been shattered by the execution of her parents and her rape at the hands of the Falangists (part of the fascist coalition) at the outbreak of the war. His strong sense of duty clashes with both guerrilla leader Pablo's unwillingness to commit to an operation that would endanger himself and his band, and his newfound lust for life which arises out of his love for María. However, when another band of antifascist guerrillas led by El Sordo are surrounded and killed, Pablo decides to betray Jordan by stealing the dynamite caps, hoping to prevent the demolition. 

In the end Jordan improvises a way to detonate his dynamite, and Pablo returns to assist in the operation after seeing Jordan's commitment to his course of action. Though the bridge is successfully destroyed, it may be too late for the purposes of delaying enemy troop movements rendering the mission pointless, and Jordan is maimed when his horse is shot out from under him by a tank. 

Knowing that he would only slow his comrades down, he bids goodbye to María and ensures that she escapes to safety with the surviving members of the guerillas. He refuses an offer from another fighter to be shot and lies in agony, hoping to kill an enemy officer and a few soldiers before being captured and executed. The narration ends right before Jordan launches his ambush. The novel graphically describes the brutality of civil war.

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Splendor in the Grass (1961)

Directed by Elia Kazan. Written by William Inge

A fragile Kansas girl's unrequited and forbidden love for a handsome young man from the town's most powerful family drives her to heartbreak and madness.

It's 1928 in oil rich southeast Kansas. High school seniors Bud Stamper and Deanie Loomis are in love with each other. Bud, the popular football captain (Warren Beatty), and Deanie (Natalie Wood), the sensitive soul, are "good" kids who have only gone as far as kissing. 

Unspoken to each other, they expect to get married to each other one day. But both face pressures within the relationship, Bud who has the urges to go farther despite knowing in his heart that if they do that Deanie will end up with a reputation like his own sister, Ginny Stamper, known as the loose, immoral party girl, and Deanie who will do anything to hold onto Bud regardless of the consequences. 

They also face pressures from their parents who have their own expectation for their offspring. Bud's overbearing father, Ace Stamper, the local oil baron, does not believe Bud can do wrong and expects him to go to Yale after graduation, which does not fit within Bud's own expectations for himself. And the money and image conscious Mrs. Loomis just wants Deanie to get married as soon as possible to Bud so that Deanie will have a prosperous life in a rich family. When Bud makes a unilateral decision under these pressures, it leads to a path which affects both his and Deanie's future. 

Deanie would risk everything to be with Bud. Bud is afraid of his father, the most powerful man in a small Kansas town in 1928. Deanie will have to wait until Bud spends four years at Yale. In the meantime he can't spend a lot of time with her, because Deanie isn't that kind of girl. His sister Ginny, back from Chicago, is a constant reminder just how bad a bad girl can be. 

Deanie is a beautiful and sensitive teenager who would do whatever her mother and her 1928 Kansas hometown find proper. When Deanie's and boyfriend, Bud's desires intensify, Deanie restrains herself while Bud acts on them, but with another girl. Bud's actions drive Deanie to madness. Can Deanie rebuild her life and find happiness? 

The story of two Kansas high school sweethearts growing up in the late 1920s through the stock market crash of 1929. Bud and Deanie are very much in love, but the pressures of sex in society creates a rift in their relationship. Bud's father encourages him to leave Deanie to find "another kind of girl" which drives Deanie into madness. She is committed into an institution while Bud reluctantly obeys his father and enrolls in Yale. The crash of '29 hits and changes the lives of both their families. Together they learn the harsh lesson of love and life in the '20s and sadly go their separate ways. 

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The Bridges of Madison County

The Bridges of Madison County is a 1992 best-selling novel by Robert James Waller which tells the story of a married but lonely Italian woman, living in 1960s Madison County, Iowa, who engages in an affair with a National Geographic photographer from Bellingham, Washington who is visiting Madison County in order to create a photographic essay on the covered bridges in the area. The novel is presented as a novelization of a true story, but it is in fact entirely fictional. However, the author has stated in an interview that there are strong similarities between the main character and himself.

The novel is one of the bestselling books of the 20th century, with 50 million copies sold worldwide.

It was originally published in the UK under the title Love in Black and White.

An epilogue entitled A Thousand Country Roads was published in 2002. It tells the remainder of the two main characters' story after their four-day affair. They never meet again, but their lives are interlocked until death.

The San Francisco Chronicle praised the novel as "lyrical..sensuous and sensitive..a tale of lasting love", while Entertainment Weekly called it "a short, poignant story, moving precisely because it has the ragged edges of reality".

Other reviewers criticized the novel as sentimental slush: featuring “contrived, unrealistic dialog,” and a “trite” storyline.

The book debuted on the New York Times bestseller list in August 1992, and slowly climbed to number 1 as the book and remained on the list for over three years (164 consecutive weeks), through October 8, 1995.

The Bridges of Madison County was made into a 1995 film of the same name, adapted by Richard LaGravenese and directed by Clint Eastwood. It stars Eastwood and Meryl Streep.

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Blessings don’t come from outside, but from within. Whatever blessings we receive are the result of our own efforts and positive actions. Dalai Lama 

Eras have always ended with the emergence of the sharpest divisions ever between yesterday's ideas and tomorrow's hopes. Neale Donald Walsch 

...to carry off this supreme victory, men and women must, among other things and beyond their natural differentiations, unequivocally affirm their brotherhood. Simone de Beauvoir

Accept no one's definition of your life, but define yourself. Harvey Fierstein

Great leaders create movements by empowering the tribe to communicate. Seth Godin

Failure is success if we learn from it. Malcolm Forbes

Love is all Unsatisfied That cannot take the whole Body and soul. W.B. Yeats

The greatest art symbolises not those things that we have observed so much as those things that we have experienced. W.B. Yeats

Beethoven was deaf, Milton was blind, but their names will last as long as time endures, because they dreamed and translated their dreams into organized thought. Napoleon Hill

Booker T Washington 

Booker Taliaferro Washington (April 5, 1856 – November 14, 1915) was an African-American educator, author, orator, and advisor to presidents of the United States. Between 1890 and 1915, Washington was the dominant leader in the African-American community.

Washington was of the last generation of black American leaders born into slavery, who became the leading voice of the disfranchised former slaves newly oppressed by the discriminatory laws enacted in the post reconstruction Southern states in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. In 1895 his Atlanta compromise called for avoiding confrontation over segregation and instead putting more reliance on long-term educational and economic advancement in the black community.

His base was the Tuskegee Institute, a state college for blacks in Alabama. As the threat of lynching reached a peak in 1895, Washington gave a speech in Atlanta that made him nationally famous. The speech called for black progress through education and entrepreneurship. His message was that now was not the time to challenge Jim Crow segregation and the disfranchisement of blacks voters in the South. Washington mobilized a nationwide coalition of middle class blacks, church leaders, and white philanthropists and politicians, with a long-term goal of building the community's economic strength and pride by a focus on self-help and schooling. 

Secretly, he supported court challenges to segregation. Black militants in the North, led by W.E.B. DuBois, at first supported the Atlanta Compromise but after 1909 set up the NAACP and tried to challenge Washington's political machine for leadership in the black community. Decades after Washington's death in 1915, the Civil Rights movement generally moved away from his policies to take the more militant NAACP approach.

Booker T. Washington mastered the nuances of the political arena in the late 19th century which enabled him to manipulate the media, raise money, strategize, network, pressure, reward friends and distribute funds while punishing those who opposed his plans for uplifting blacks. His eventual aim was to end the disenfranchisement of the majority of African Americans living in southern states. 

Washington was born a slave in Virginia. After emancipation, his family resettled in West Virginia. He worked his way through Hampton Normal and Agricultural Institute (now Hampton University) and attended college at Wayland Seminary (now Virginia Union University). In 1881 he was named as the first leader of the new Tuskegee Institute in Alabama.

Washington attained national prominence for his Atlanta Address of 1895, which attracted the attention of politicians and the public, making him a popular spokesperson for African-American citizens. He built a nationwide network of supporters in many black communities, with black ministers, educators and businessmen composing his core supporters. Washington played a dominant role in black politics, winning wide support in the black community and among more liberal whites (especially rich Northern whites). 

He gained access to top national leaders in politics, philanthropy and education. Washington's efforts included cooperating with white people and enlisting the support of wealthy philanthropists, helping to raise funds to establish and operate thousands of small community schools and institutions of higher education for the betterment of blacks throughout the South. This work continued for many years after his death. Washington argued that the surest way for blacks to gain equal social rights was to demonstrate "industry, thrift, intelligence and property."

Northern critics called Washington's followers the "Tuskegee Machine". After 1909, Washington was criticized by the leaders of the new NAACP, especially W. E. B. Du Bois, who demanded a stronger tone of protest for advancement of civil rights needs. Washington replied that confrontation would lead to disaster for the outnumbered blacks, and that cooperation with supportive whites was the only way to overcome pervasive racism in the long run. At the same time, he secretly funded litigation for civil rights cases, such as challenges to southern constitutions and laws that disfranchised blacks. 

Washington was on close terms with national republican leaders, and often was asked for political advice by presidents Theodore Roosevelt and William Howard Taft.

In addition to his contributions in education, Washington wrote 14 books; his autobiography, Up From Slavery, first published in 1901, is still widely read today. During a difficult period of transition, he did much to improve the working relationship between the races. His work greatly helped blacks to achieve higher education, financial power and understanding of the U.S. legal system. This contributed to blacks' attaining the skills to create and support the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960s, leading to the passage of important federal civil rights laws.

Washington was born into slavery to Jane, an enslaved African-American woman on the Burroughs Plantation in southwest Virginia. She never identified his white father, said to be a nearby planter; he played no significant role in Washington's life. His family gained freedom in 1865 as the Civil War ended, and his mother took them to West Virginia to join her husband. As a boy of 9 in Virginia, he remembered the day in early 1865:

As the great day drew nearer, there was more singing in the slave quarters than usual. It was bolder, had more ring, and lasted later into the night. Most of the verses of the plantation songs had some reference to freedom... Some man who seemed to be a stranger (a United States officer, I presume) made a little speech and then read a rather long paper—the Emancipation Proclamation, I think. After the reading we were told that we were all free, and could go when and where we pleased. My mother, who was standing by my side, leaned over and kissed her children, while tears of joy ran down her cheeks. She explained to us what it all meant, that this was the day for which she had been so long praying, but fearing that she would never live to see.

She and the freedman Washington Ferguson were formally married in West Virginia, and Booker took the surname Washington at school after his stepfather.

The youth worked in salt furnaces and coal mines in West Virginia for several years, then made his way east to Hampton Institute, a school established to educate freedmen, where he worked to pay for his studies. He attended Wayland Seminary in Washington, D.C. in 1878 and left after 6 months. In 1881, the Hampton president Samuel C. Armstrong recommended Washington to become the first leader of Tuskegee Institute, the new normal school (teachers' college) in Alabama. He headed it for the rest of his life.

Washington was instrumental in having West Virginia State University, founded in 1891, located in the Kanawha Valley of West Virginia. He visited the campus often and spoke at its first commencement exercise.

Washington was a dominant figure of the African-American community from 1890 to his death in 1915, especially after his Atlanta Address of 1895. To many he was seen as a popular spokesman for African-American citizens. Representing the last generation of black leaders born into slavery, Washington was generally perceived as a supporter of education for freedmen in the post-Reconstruction, Jim Crow-era South. Throughout the final twenty years of his life, he maintained his standing through a nationwide network of supporters including black educators, ministers, editors, and businessmen, especially those who supported his views on social and educational issues for blacks. 

He gained access to top national leaders in politics, philanthropy and education, raised large sums, was consulted on race issues and was awarded honorary degrees from leading American universities.

Late in his career, Washington was criticized by leaders of the NAACP, a civil rights organization formed in 1909. W. E. B. Du Bois advocated activism to achieve civil rights. He labeled Washington "the Great Accommodator". Washington's response was that confrontation could lead to disaster for the outnumbered blacks. He believed that cooperation with supportive whites was the only way to overcome racism in the long run.

Washington contributed secretly and substantially to legal challenges against segregation and disfranchisement of blacks. In his public role, he believed he could achieve more by skillful accommodation to the social realities of the age of segregation.

Washington's work on education problems helped him enlist both the moral and substantial financial support of many major white philanthropists. He became friends with such self-made men as Standard Oil magnate Henry Huttleston Rogers; Sears, Roebuck and Company President Julius Rosenwald; and George Eastman, inventor and founder of Kodak. These individuals and many other wealthy men and women funded his causes, including Hampton and Tuskegee institutes.

The schools Washington supported were founded primarily to produce teachers. However, graduates had often returned to their largely impoverished rural southern communities to find few schools and educational resources, as the state legislatures consistently underfunded black schools in their segregated system.

To address those needs, Washington enlisted his philanthropic network to create matching funds programs to stimulate construction of numerous rural public schools for black children in the South. Working especially with Julius Rosenwald from Chicago, Washington had Tuskegee architects develop model school designs. The Rosenwald Fund helped support the construction and operation of more than 5,000 schools and supporting resources for the betterment of blacks throughout the South in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The local schools were a source of communal pride and were priceless to African-American families when poverty and segregation limited severely the life chances of the pupils. A major part of Washington's legacy, the model rural schools continued to be constructed, with matching funds from the Rosenwald Fund, into the 1930s. Washington also helped with the Progressive Era by forming the National Negro Business League.

His autobiography, Up From Slavery, first published in 1901, is still widely read today.

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Up From Slavery. Booker T Washington 

Up from Slavery is the 1901 autobiography of Booker T. Washington detailing his personal experiences in working to rise from the position of a slave child during the Civil War, to the difficulties and obstacles he overcame to get an education at the new Hampton University, to his work establishing vocational schools—most notably the Tuskegee Institute in Alabama—to help black people and other disadvantaged minorities learn useful, marketable skills and work to pull themselves, as a race, up by the bootstraps. 

He reflects on the generosity of both teachers and philanthropists who helped in educating blacks and native Americans. He describes his efforts to instill manners, breeding, health and a feeling of dignity to students. His educational philosophy stresses combining academic subjects with learning a trade (something which is reminiscent of the educational theories of John Ruskin). Washington explained that the integration of practical subjects is partly designed to reassure the white community as to the usefulness of educating black people.

This text, while certainly a biography of his life, is in fact an illustration of the problem facing African Americans by detailing the problems of one. By showing how he has risen from servitude to success, he demonstrates how others of his race can do the same, as well as how sympathizers can aid in the process.

This book was first released as a serialized work in 1900 through The Outlook, a Christian newspaper of New York. It is important to mention that this work was serialized because this meant that during the writing process, Washington was able to hear critiques and requests from his audience and could more easily adapt his paper to his diverse audience.

Washington was a somewhat controversial figure in his own lifetime, and W. E. B. Du Bois, for example, criticized some of his views. The book was, however, a best-seller, and remained the most popular African American autobiography until that of Malcolm X. In 1998, the Modern Library listed the book at #3 on its list of the 100 best nonfiction books of the 20th century.

Up from Slavery chronicles over fifty years of Washington's life: from slave to schoolmaster to the face of southern race relations. In this text, Washington climbs the social ladder through hard, manual labor, a decent education, and relationships with great people.

Throughout the text, he stresses the importance of education on the black population as a reasonable tactic to ease race relations in the South. The book is in essence Washington's traditional, non-confrontational message supported by the example of his life.

Major Themes 

Education

What it means to be your own person

Industriousness

Humility

Unity

Reform

The people's capacity for change

Thrift

Poverty among the black population

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A Consciousness Movement and Educational Programme for Liberation. Amera Ziganii Rao 

Amera Ziganii Rao; Lolita 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™. 

‘Tis true. A consciousness movement and educational programme for liberation. So that the meek and downtrodden can rise up against their nearest and dearest. Violent, passionate, soulful, holy, individual war against all that is the corruption of the patriarchal tribe. 

‘Up from Slavery’ indeed. Slavery to power. Human rights. Celestial rights and philosophical and mental and educational rights. Changing the vernacular, so we can all breathe again. 

That means taking a stand and taking the whole stand. ‘tis true and ‘tis true that it is you. Take your time. Ascend. You only have to stand next to me. And what does that mean? You just have to love me. Love, support and encourage and let me who I am. Like I do you. That is brotherhood and sisterhood all in one. And yes, that takes courage. Real, heavyweight, courage. 

The rest is the you know what. Leaving a world where you rule. Sure. Your call. Always was. The only thing you do know is this. 

You cannot have both. 

Enlightenment being your greatest disappointment. The shattering of the last ego, self preserving, tribe taught, escapist, lie. All they told you was me. And indeed, all they told you was you and all they told you was HER. God, The Mother, The Universe. 

Aaron Sorkin used ‘Mother of God’ in one of his West Wing scripts. That works too. But I understand. I’m a scriptwriter of The Universe. Hierophant. That takes some getting used to. Do it. ‘Jake Sully’’s purpose. You will do it when you believe. When you believe in me and when you believe in Her. We are Her daughters. The real ‘Valkyries’. We are The Second Coming. We show the way. You don’t have to believe the vision. You just have to believe in me. And stand up for the fact that I have a right to speak, write and be seen.

Outside your own Lolita issues of course, healing as they are. 

Controversial times. Times of true, spiritual, fearless, love. Courage manufactures the task. The reformer as The Beloved Son. Clearly, the holy task of men. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Write on your heart that every day is the best day of the year. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you'll be criticized anyway. Eleanor Roosevelt

Formal education will make you a living; self-education will make you a fortune. Jim Rohn

Mental will is a muscle that needs exercise, just like muscles of the body. Lynn Jennings

Buried underneath your deepest fears you may find your greatest gifts, & the keys to liberation. Rock Christopher 

Meditation allows you to fully realize what happiness means, but there is work to do. Dimitri Gianesini 

If there was ever going to be a Smart Woman Team then (Susan) Sontag would have to be both Captain and Most Valuable Player. 'I'm Revolting' Tweets 

The entrepreneur builds an enterprise; the technician builds a job. Michael Gerber

Blessed are those who give without remembering. And blessed are those who take without forgetting. ~ Bernard Meltzer

On Saul Bellow…In the words of the Swedish Nobel Committee, his writing exhibited "the mixture of rich picaresque novel and subtle analysis of our culture, of entertaining adventure, drastic and tragic episodes in quick succession interspersed with philosophic conversation, all developed by a commentator with a witty tongue and penetrating insight into the outer and inner complications that drive us to act, or prevent us from acting, and that can be called the dilemma of our age. 

Wikipedia 

Shaman Vl Pt ll (Artwork) 

Amera Ziganii Rao Digital Darkroom Artwork 

Thank you to outside source for original

Back To The Drawing Board. Again. Misogyny. Again. Amera Ziganii Rao 

Fear reminders are good. Passive aggression being a useless activity and the heart of so much loss and pain in the world of relationship or just people. I name them and then clear them every day. The sharing is the caring, the caring is the sharing and the progress is unstoppable. True, intimate, love. Am I playing too hard? Dunno. Better to err on caution though at this magical threshold. Love + hate = love = soul = Ascension. Your Enlightenment. It’s coming. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Ah, yes, that one is your department for now, my lovely. We need staff. No other way of saying it. I can’t do any of those things anymore. And certainly not for more than one! And it’s the huge genius you provide, so we can do it. We get the whole household going and then we can do anything we need. Is that not the freedom you really want to live? I do. Please. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

So this thing about wifehood or girlfriendhood, then, is lethal. Basically, the subjugation of a woman, the more educated the better, into a domestic slave, seems to be essential for a man’s hard on. Shame. It does nothing for me. And there is not much that can ever kill my desire. That one does it smoothly and completely. Basically, weirdos is the polite way of saying it. Cruel bastards, enslaved to a system and making me a slave too, is the impolite way. It does nothing for my mood. Thanks. I watched my mother be a slave for 25 years. Not me. You got the wrong girl. I’ve earned my place in life. I am me. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

..So that means that my thirty years of being the ‘mistress’ was for a very good reason; so I didn’t have to become a domestic slave/wife. Got it. I must be one of the luckiest women alive. That is what I have been missing out on, all this time. Got it. Thank you. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Yes, I am sure there is some romanticism in there somewhere about mothers and the hearth of the home. That is fair enough. Where it became a necessary and chattelled requirement for a woman, so that a cruel man can feel anything, is where I get lost. Who the fuck feels like giving to a man in that kind of scenario? That, surely is the answer you’ve been looking for. No one loves, when abuse is the system. Ego. Essentially, self medicatingly stupid. Their lies, your lies, not mine. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Yes. When you find out that the person you regarded as your best friend in the world, in a way no one else in the world had ever been or ever would be, and you find out that this friend, this love, this heart that is your heart, is not your friend in any way whatsoever, because he doesn't fundamentally care for who you truly are, and you find out that the whole world institutionally tells him to do that, to hate me, to hate a person like me, a woman, a sage, scientist and artist. The Sacred Whore. The equal. The superior. Sophia, the High Love Mother Goddess. When you find out that the man you love with a divine depth of humanity, empathy, unconditional love and care, you have never even felt before, is actually programmed to kill you, emotionally, psychologically, anthropologically and primarily vocationally, because the whole world has programmed him to do so, yes, you want to die. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011

Ego is after all, madness. The emotions that hijack us are ego. The mind that can control, parent and re-educate and discipline that madness is soul. Domestic slavery is ego. Your unbelievably, mad and ugly ego. Love is soul. Rich or poor, you are all the same. You push love away because you don’t want to pay for the housework. You push love away, because you won't pay for someone to do the housework, even though you can, and even though you WOULD, if you were single. There is no world while women do the domestic slavery work for free. It is also a job like any other. I will never sign up for something like that. Everyone has the right to say no thanks. Feudalism is not something I would enter voluntarily. I pursue something called love. Ego is after all, madness. And the male ego is consistently stunning in its own virulent variety of insanity and stupidity. You push love away because you won't pay for the housework. 

Well, haven't they just got YOU by your balls. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Ego is not just having a big head. Ego is present every time you feel any kind of fear, or hear yourself saying, “That’s mine!” The truth tells us that nothing is ‘mine’ or ‘yours’, are all trustees. So where there is ego, there is attachment, and where there is attachment there is fear, and where there is fear there cannot be love. Detach from everything, and you will banish ego, fear will be no more, only then can true love return, and our oldest friend happiness will feel it is then safe to make a re-appearance in your life. 

Innerspace 

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us with a blow on the head, what are we reading for...A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us. 

Franz Kafka

To write any kind of imaginary work, you gotta fall on your sword. You gotta be ready to be blasted out of existence. Lots of times, the blood is on the floor. 

Arthur Miller 

We are not physical beings who may have a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a physical experience. 

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Creating is a harrowing business. I work in a state of anguish all year. I shut myself up, I don’t go out. It’s a hard life, which is why I understand Proust so well; I have such an admiration for what he has written about the agony of creation. 

Yves Saint Laurent

The most creative and morally advanced people are typically not models of high self esteem. Their inner lives are often plagued by self-doubt, worries, fears and feelings of inferiority. One reason for this chronic insecurity is that they base their self- evaluations on very high personal standards, and thus their own behaviour seems inadequate and far from ideal in comparison. But this insecurity is usually a sign of an active conscience at work. 

Elizabeth Mika

Writing is the most difficult thing in the world and takes great courage. 

John Fowles

Isolation, spiritual dissociation and the possibilities of human awakening. 

Wikipedia on Saul Bellow

You have a bare stage and on that bare stage you have the world. It can become anything in front of you. It employs all the arts. Painting, music. And it’s there. It’s primitive. It goes way back and you know and you can feel. It connects us to our past, our loins, our innermost, that’s where we feel it. In films you still can be removed somewhat, but in the theatre, it’s you and that three dimensions and anything can happen. 

Al Pacino

A good writer stands above movements, neither a leader nor a follower, but a bright white golf ball in a fairway of windblown daisies. 

Hunter S Thompson

Be not afraid of greatness: Some men (women) are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them. 

William Shakespeare

Thought is more important than art. Art is one of the many products of thought. An impressive one, perhaps the most impressive one, but to revere art and have no understanding of the process that forces it into existence, is finally not even to understand what art is. 

Amiri Baraka

“Mr Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn’t that right, Todd? Isn’t that your worst fear? Well, I think you’re wrong. I think you have something inside of you that is worth a great deal.” 

John Keating to Todd Anderson in Dead Poet’s Society

How to be an artist; Stay loose. Learn to watch snails. Plant impossible gardens. Make little signs that say ‘yes’ and post them all over your house. Make friends with uncertainty. 

Henry Miller

I am called an angry old man by the press and that is a wonderfully dismissive remark. No one asks me what the fuck it is I am angry about. The anger is based on facts and on what is actually taking place. I think that is too easily ignored. 

Harold Pinter (Just before he won the Nobel Prize for Literature)

I know where I am going and I know the truth and I don’t have to be what you want me to be. I’m free to be what I want. 

Muhammad Ali

More Writings on Misogyny. Again. Amera Ziganii Rao

A man is therefore, finally, only one thing; a killer, disguised as a lover. The antagonist element from hell. And we are condemned to have to relate, no matter what. Killers, disguised as lovers = men. 

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 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

The Humanity Kings and Queens. The Hierophant Wizard Warrior Monarch™ with her Sacred Brother Lover, Wizard, Earth Warrior King™. The Divine Partnership. The sacred. The original brother and sister. Adam and Eve. This time, they both survive, and so does the human race. We have Ascension SIN. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™. When we were giants. All of us. When women were giants and men were men. Real sacred men. The Hierophant Wizard Warriors™ (female and male) and the Wizard Warriors™ (male and female). The Nymph Priestess Warriors™ and the Werewolves who loved them. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

A Hierophant is an interpreter of sacred mysteries and arcane principles. 'Jake Sully' is her protector. Her Sacred Warrior Protector™. Definitely a tall order. That would take a kind and wise king of earth. That would take no one less than you. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™. When we were giants. All of us. When you did more than rape me. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

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

The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™. When we were giants. All of us. When you did more than rape me (tell me that I could not be 'loved' unless I agreed to clean your toilet for free). 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

And that can only beg one obvious question. Do you think your mothers have been happy? Wow. That is latent guilt. Is it any wonder now, why you as an archetype, do not feel. I thought you hated the sister. It’s the mother who you hate because you already know how you collude with Darth Vader, the fathers, to make her clean toilets too. 

You rape your mothers as you do your sisters. The World of Men has you by the balls. Not me. I am free. 

The years of loneliness drop away tonight as I realise why I have never entered relationship. I don’t clean toilets for anyone other than me. So that is marriage. That is relationship. I’m glad. Truly. I now, completely, see. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

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 am a Jew (Woman). Hath not a Jew (Woman) eyes? Hath not a Jew (Woman) hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer, as a Christian (Man) is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, do we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.

The Merchant Of Venice. William Shakespeare (AZR)

Vocation is a woman's FIRST dream. Domestic slavery, glass virgins and sacrificial martyr mother roles come second. It's called coercive conditional 'love'. It's called fascism. It's called the rules that no woman ever agreed to. Other than the first misled or idiotic colluders. Vocation is a woman's FIRST dream. Anything else comes second and should. Just as it does for a man. The biggest secret in the world. Woman is a human being too. We are conditioned to be slaves. First, we have to uncondition ourselves and then we go to war. That is true love in creation on Earth. Anything else is the desperate illusion we cling onto. That love already exists. Love has to be created, demanded and fought for. Then, humanity is finally born again. An unvain man. A man.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012

The meek shall inherit the Earth. Women will be seen as human. Vocation is our FIRST dream too. Anything else is female slavery by vain moronic men. The privilege of ascension. Women like me get to be human. And that is worth losing any and every man, losing the family and losing everything one is born to. All of it. It's worth shit anyway. Woman is human too.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012

The root of ALL evil defined. Vanity. Misogyny is therefore just one vehicle for the greatest evil the world has ever known. Vanity. The root of misogyny, racism, classism, abuse of power, physical abuse, mental abuse, psychological abuse, cruelty, violence, hatred, total lack of humanity in any situation and exploitation of the vulnerable, disabled, less able and weak. Vanity. The answer is found at last. It's not about disempowerment, it's not about soul weakness. It's not about lack of individuation and it's not about being slower. It is the question I have been asking. Whatever the conditioning in life, whatever the broken heart, what makes a person corruptible. What turns a person so effectively that the conditioning sticks so fast. The answer is devastatingly simple. Vanity. There can be no compassion, no forgiveness and no leeway for vanity. It is THE evil of the world.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012

So, basically, I’ve been a freedom fighter all my life, so I don’t have to clean toilets for free, for a man. Got it. Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™ indeed. Indeed. In done. True love. I will miss it so. Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Corruption of Kingdom. Amera Ziganii Rao 

I’m here. The shit is not personal I know. It’s all of you. Your kingdom is corrupt and I am not entering it until you guarantee, that any staff you would have there if you were on your own, will remain if there are two. And frankly, with your lifestyle and bracket, if you don’t have staff, we’ve got other issues to discuss. 

A housekeeper, cleaner, chef, driver, whatever. Otherwise, I have no problem in being poor on my own. At least I can take care of my disability and (brilliant minded, even though that is completely NOT the point) self, as I am legitimately allowed in non marriage, to do. 

At least I can be safe and not be exposed to that ‘mortal death’. So I am okay. Shit on me for as long as you need. Apparently, you may be worth it. (worth it, as a person to clarify, so your virulent madness doesn't turn it into finance. Our consciousness is oceans apart). 

No wonder women like me avoid the ownership of feminism for so long. We know we’ll have to see you for what you really are. Well, there’s no danger of me ever being allowed to do anything else, so yes, I am here. Free, and here. When you can see a woman as something more than a cleaner or cook, let me know. Then, maybe finally, we might just have a show. But there’s cleaner, secretary, assistant, helper, blindly devoted daughter, clearly, your serious issues with the romanticism of happy mothers, and any concept of superwife or supermum. And a hundred other things I am sure. All your issues. Not mine, anymore. I don't do any of those things. I am me. I will do it my way. I always have. 

I will be honoured or not at all. And seeing how much it clearly takes, to be REALLY respected as a woman, to REALLY be respected by the piggery of 'Darcy', I know I may be one of the first women on earth, to ever not be forced, coerced, tripped up or seduced into unpaid slavery, servant or trophy or helper. I will be one of the first ever women probably, who is actually loved and indeed, liked for who I am and not how often I empty the dustbins or serve the tea. . 

That will be worth the wait. I will be honoured or not at all. This will be totally your call. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Correlation. Amera Ziganii Rao  

I’m a disadvantaged human being who has been prevented from achievement for 40 years of self healing, out of a life of female slavery, to the tribe you serve, and you want to put me in the kitchen, to feed your love of the tribe you serve. In you. 

That is my reward for 40 years of the kind of isolation, ostracisation, rejection and dejection and hard work you couldn’t even begin to contemplate. That is my reward of so called true love. Of so called love of any kind. Tell me the correlation in that. 

Ego is madness. Male ego is off the planet mad. I am no servant. No woman is. You are ‘paying’ for my (VOLUNTARY) company. That should be return in itself. You are ‘paying’ for it, because you can. You can, because you are a man. Happy Mummies indeed. 

But for me, I am truly free today. I know why I have gone for unavailable men my whole life. Because I saw the most stark and sadly generic, I know now, gift of education, right in front of me. My parents’ marriage. And I have had the gift of analysis and insight my whole life. The texts of it are falling in front of me in my new belligerent need for healer/freedom fighter objectivity and necessary hopelessness. The best education I could ever have received. Those two souls tearing each other apart. The carbon copies of the tribe template I then saw every single place I went. 

Ego is madness. Your ego is the destruction of this entire world. Women are in slavery. And you do not even know, or as Simone de Beauvoir says, ‘care’. That is why you have me. 

But make no bones about it. Your ego is in serious trouble if you really do want me. They have bred monsters. Feminism is the only way to be. 

‘All’ it takes is the devastating truth of vision. And the knowledge that you are a puppet, just as I was in ego too. ‘Forgive them (truly), for they know not what they do.’ 

Saying that, stay away from me, until you do. We’ll work on that. Women are not here to serve you. Women are here to live and you can either accept us into your kingdoms and care without the legacy of slavery (your ego mind, that you need to ascend from, into your higher self, or soul), or do what you want. There can be nothing in between. 

That is unconditional love. The state you would ascend into. BECOMING unconditional and complete love in yourself. That is soul. Healing all your psychotic levels of need. Self crucifixion for healing. That is what it is to enter soul. 

And for that, you have to love yourself. And not need to control me. You can see quite clearly, as you now begin to speak to your ego from another place, that no one can MAKE me love them, because I was born a slave, completely and utterly free. 

I am a disadvantaged ex slave champion. You need to catch up with all that that means. Humane misogynists being the worst. I am the champion, not you. You are a 'Beloved Son'. I am a 'hated daughter'. You work it out. 

That is integrity. Not make believe. The hypocrisy of your self delusion is almost at an end. You are about to enter something brand new. It’s called love. It’s called sanity. It’s called soul. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

The Guilt. Amera Ziganii Rao  

And as I look at guilt and the insane rages that my brother moves into whenever he is around my mother or I – in my previous life, as I am now completely family free – and how strangely docile and downright inhibited he is around my father, I can see it now. It’s guilt. The rage is guilt. The guilt is the rage. You all know, male or female, that your mothers are miserable. You choose to ignore it, like all non integrity human beings under fascism. Your dependency is therefore based on your own peculiarities of that. We’ll work on that. Just to save, half the human race. And maybe, even you. 

The corruptibility of men. Well, even Frodo had his finger bitten off before the end. None of us are beyond temptation. I was in the female ego too. And I have to care. Because I CAN. I hoped to lead by example. Well, that is most certainly working so far. 

Darth Vader. Luke Skywalker has to kill Darth Vader, who happens to be his forefather. Darth Vader is now your ego too. Maybe I have not said that. You become the parent you identify with. Your father hates women. You hate women. Your father demands kitchen servitude. You demand kitchen servitude. You love your mother. There is a twisted guilt of love. That is rage. That is dependency and that is the hijacking of yourself, by your own ego. THAT is the mortal husk. The ego of virulent madness that CONTROLS YOU. 

The one that pushes me away every day. The one who destroys any feeling of love you so desperately work hard to generate. THAT is your mortal husk. You want to kill someone? Kill that. Not me. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

In Search of Noah. Amera Ziganii Rao 

The psychology of the anthropology. You do carry guilt. From your mothers to THE MOTHER. Me, through to HER. The micro of the macro. And the reason why you want redemption and why it is only me who can give it to you. You have killed my people for too long. You want to come home. But at the moment you want to come home, with the same tools of corruptibility and fascism and female subjugation and castration, that the devils of this world, taught you. I am extremely pleased and proud, for me and so sad and sorry for you, to say, that that is definitely, celestially, or terrestrially, NOT ALLOWED. Back to the bottom of the mountain. You need to begin that climb all over again. 

Rapunzel is okay. She’s a voluntary soldier of war now. For you and for HER. And she gets to do her own self empowerment, mothering, fathering, entrepreneurial, creative and philosophical work. I wouldn’t have time in the kitchen. The psychological warfare of slavery is my business. Breaking it all down into its naked, psychically transparent self. Terrible on the heart. Easy on The Universal Mind. 

I am Hierophant. Warrior Valkyrie and Hierophant. Spiritual scholar, mystic and soldier all in one. At least I get to prove it. Even in my prison cell of a life, working with you. Kafka had Prague. I have this. Mandela had Robyn Island. I have this. My ‘greatness’ training is generic. That in itself, is fulfilling enough to do. Especially as the privilege of knowing yourself as a female must be the rarest thing on this toilet of a planet. 

But you are at the bottom of the mountain again. And I am always, with you. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

The things we do to women. President Bartlett. Aaron Sorkin’s West Wing

So, basically, I’ve been a freedom fighter all my life, so I don’t have to clean toilets for free, for a man. Got it. Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™ indeed. Indeed. In done. True love. I will miss it so. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Feminism as Anti Slavery. Amera Ziganii Rao 

As I wake up into a world I now recognise like the back of my hand, as I wake up with the knowledge that the ego of the world demands that I become a domestic toilet cleaner, wet nurse and cook, for no wages, with a boss where there are no unions, no rules, no salaries, no regulations and indeed, no choice in this mysterious job description that suddenly arrives from nowhere, however many flowers and chocolates (I wouldn’t know, never been given any in 30 years, oh actually once) one is romanced by, I know I live outside a plantation now. 

I am a female outlaw. I love men and I don’t do toilets. I cannot therefore be a girlfriend or wife. I don’t do toilets. This is the truth of the mistress or other woman or ‘friend’ archetype and I am extremely satisfied with it and actually wake up today, of course in shock, but it is just too huge to even get personally upset about it anymore, I wake up today with the deep recognition that I need to do nothing now in life, other than belligerently build myself worth and myself belief. 

And keep exploring the horrendous and embarrassing for men, details of what it is they are programmed with and what their corruptible and vain beings soak up in their delusion of what it is to be ‘The Beloved Son’. There is only one requirement. Ignore everyone else’s suffering but your own. Be selfish and you will be honoured in the tribe. Hate the women and agree to the silent handshake that they should be subjugated, silenced and enslaved, and you will have a place at the table of hell. The Patriarchal Tribe. And above all, ignore your mother’s pain. Pretend along with the rest of us and disrespect her and you will be okay. 

This is not just the ego of male, and all the females like them, the Werewolves and of course the same ego of type that all men have to cleanse from – no man cannot be born without the conditioning of misogyny and female enslavement , but of course those who truly question it and do something about it, are the true greats on this planet – this is the ego of the world. 

That is room for self worth on a day of shock and feeling raped out of one’s skull. Frankly. That this pain and betrayal is worth it, while no moron is consciously a moron, so while forgiveness has to be skilfully integrated as any true Sacred Whore High Priestess Warrior Valkyrie Avatar Monarch™.  Self worth indeed. It’s not going to come from anywhere else. I am supposed to clean toilets if I want to be ‘loved’. 

My own healing has begun in earnest now. My healing of my life on earth. Born free, as a slave. A world slave. I am female. I am also completely and utterly stunningly and heroically and amazingly, free. I own myself and I do not clean toilets for my husband for a living. That is success. 

The full horror of that has not even sunk in. What that ‘mortal danger’ actually was. The blind pain and terror that women walk around with their whole lives. Why would we not feel safe with those closest to us? Everyone tells us that family and the tribe and the group is safety. And yet we have never felt it. We are women. We turn to the female Werewolves out of necessity, much more than choice. Such is the way of fate. And then we get raped all over again, as they want a kitchen hand too. For a woman, the people LEAST reliable or to be trusted, are ANYONE close to them, other than their own kind and that has to be carefully discerned too. This is the ego of the world we are dealing with. One we have to clear in ourselves too, in our own slavery of non slavery ego from hell, too. 

The only person that can be close than is oneself. Our agony with that journey, that very healthy maturity of mind and heart and soul, is therefore only twisted into torture, through our latent recognition of what it is that we just cannot bring ourselves to see. 

That’s what I am thinking about today. Two things. Feminism from what I can see so far – even though my recalling my days as a Social Sciences undergraduate has begun in re-research joy – VOCATIONAL , non kitchen hand, joy – talks about equality between the sexes. Feminism about equality is completely and utterly irrelevant to this world we live in today. Feminism has to be about the PREQUEL to Feminism. Slavery. There can be no talk of equality, before women come out of slavery. The prequel to feminism is anti slavery. 

Women are in slavery. There can be no talk of Feminism as equality, while emancipation is as retarded today, as it is in the days of Emmelline Pankhurst and while domestic chattel slavery is worldwide, across culture, across class, across wealth, across education, across religion, across new spirituality, across humanity politics and across range of intelligence and across life. 

Women are in slavery. Our battle, our struggle, our heroism, our belligerent nobility of mind, action and spirit is not about gaining equality. That as a generic is a fuck of a long way off. Our purpose is emancipation. 

And the methods we have to fight are unique, unprecedented and THE SINGLE MOST HEROIC TYPE OF JOURNEY ON EARTH AND IT IS ALL FEMALE. But make no bones about it. It is a battle for emancipation. As freedom fighters. Whether we do it in protective monk’s cells, or in a man’s house. His house, of course, being the operative phrase. 

We are and can only be freedom fighters. Guerillas, Fidel Castros, Che Guevaras, Arafat’s, Martin Luther King’s, Malcolm X’s, Angela Davis’s, Joan of Arc’s and our own knights in shining armour. Which we most definitely are. 

Against the people who claim to love us. Them, first and most of all. That is our glamorous challenge in life. How to battle abuse behind closed doors. Unrecognised, unrewarded, un fiscally rewarded, un appreciated by the larger society, not even seen by the society, because they all think you are a toilet cleaner too, and so on. 

This extraordinary journey takes us home. Silence creates the psychic truths of the gifts of a Hierophant or sacred psychic healer of any kind. Loneliness pushes us further home and with the dire lack of friendship that has clearly surrounded every single female of my kind on earth – and the men like me – the women and men, from The Temple, the ‘spiritual circus’ if you like, it is not just waiting for us, it is all that we actually need. Because self worth for one of our kind has to come from within. We will never be – during our journey to earth freedom and recognition – able to get that self worth from anyone else other than the unseen. 

Believe me, that is the good news. The bad news is that our lives with the Werewolves are integral and sure, I am not going to deny that I am glad. Which means being raped every second day, on a regular basis from the day we are born. 

And what does that finally do? It makes one fearless. It also makes one heroic and full of the very self worth we search for from others, because we believe sincerely and totally understandably in their love. 

It makes us totally and emotionally self sufficient, sad and strong. 

Feminism has to be first, anti slavery. The rest can be forgotten about until then. Until women are either treated as human beings, as treasured companions, who do their own thing, or paid an official salary for their housework or children rearing or cooking, these three different jobs they have to do all day, there is no emancipation for the female species. And until a woman has the choice of which one to do, which one she wants to do, there is no emancipation for the female species and until a woman is made a priority in the household, so that help is required just as if the man were on his own, there is no emancipation for the female species. 

Feminism has to be anti slavery first and I have been looking for a powerful male equivalent who has succeeded in material and creative power in the way I have excelled in spiritual and esoteric and intellectual property creative power, and who would know that I am the disadvantaged one because I come from the female slave race. 

Idealism indeed. I’ll say. Men want toilet cleaners and women want healers who will soothe their 8000 or so years wounds. Men want to relive some extraordinarily selfish and cowardly and hypocritical fantasy of happy mothers and women want to forget that tragic memory of one’s own mother’s slavery. Men want you to get on your hands and knees to prove your love for them. We wanted to do without our clothes on. They just want kitchen hands, to prove they can control their wife. 

I am so over this whole business. But as I say, this is not just his ego or yours or whatever. This is THE ego of the entire world. Our bosses through to the guy at the gas station through to the Patriarchal Matriarchal wannabee female versions that are all over the place and waiting to strike. Business has just got even more important and who knows, maybe one day a man can treat a woman like something more than someone he is compelled to stab, in the name of love, to prove to Daddy that he is worth his love. 

Your fathers will never love you. They hate you because you are more than them. And they hate you because they hate. And you most certainly will never use me to prove your worth to him. I am not interested. What you do under the psychological effects of fascism is your business. Your own cowardice, guilt, co-dependency and self delusion of necessity, to fit in. 

The World of Men’ immense self wanking, prancing around with notions of heroism. While, all the time, you just don’t care, what happens to the women. You just don’t care. 

That is what I will take from The World of Men, so far. 

Fortunately, I am outlaw. I am the one who does not care. My confidence about the group, about the mob, about life, about your kind, about my kind, about the reptile kind is through the roof. Because, I just don’t care. The ego of the world is your problem, however much I explore it with you, as Hierophant and Sacred Lover. 

To be ‘Jake Sully’ (James Cameron’s Avatar) is to sort it out. It can no longer ever be something I worry about. You all want me to clean toilets. That is male vanity, above and beyond, the call of duty. You have got to see yourselves and if you really want to love us, you will have to, simply, one day, stand up to evil for the first time in your sorry, pampered, self serving, cruel, female slavery lives. You will have to prove you CAN care. 

And then, maybe then, you will be worthy of entering soul. I think your earth challenge comes before your celestial return. Maybe your Ascension is in the action of it. Everything else is. It’s your world. 

And to become care, maybe for your kind it’s as simple as one, two, three. Be care. 

Care for the women you try so stupidly hard, to put in the kitchen, so you look good in the locker room. Insane and off your trollies that you all truly, are. Or please, with my blessing, stay in your hell. 

The stage though is set. You want a toilet cleaner. I want a true, first in a lifetime, mate. Clearly, we are doing well so far. Definitely on the same page. Goodo. I’m off to play with my beautiful, glorious, sacred, and belligerently vocational and holy, mind. 

And it’s halfway through the day and I haven’t even been near the fucking kitchen. Outlaw artist or rich man’s domestic, unpaid, chattel slave. Mmmm, let me think about that. 

My thoughts today are about how we cannot see the truth. And how that is the female’s most disastrous and understandable nemesis. Feminism. Not about equality. About, first of all, emancipation from male, female enslaved and coerced through financial abuse, domestic slavery, hell. 

About leaving those who just do not care. 

‘Men don’t feel’. Hah. I think it’s a little bit more than that. 

I’m watching. Watching you to see what a ‘Jake Sully’ can really do. You have benefitted in that world on your own, while shitting on women your whole life. Now, what are you going to do? 

That, time will tell, is entirely up to you. You just do not yet care. And now I know how generic, insane and ‘good shephard’ mad that is. And? You’ve got a mind. Use it. Care. 

I am not your enemy. You most certainly are mine. And I thought you as a people, were my friends. As long as one doesn’t get too close. Done. I most certainly will give that many second thoughts. Your ego is the ego of the world. The most dangerous thing alive. You want me as a slave. A kitchen field hand slave. You ALL do. That is the ego of the world. You. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

....Feminism from what I can see so far – even though my recalling my days as a Social Sciences undergraduate has begun in re-research joy – VOCATIONAL , non kitchen hand, joy – talks about equality between the sexes. 

Feminism about equality is completely and utterly irrelevant to this world we live in today. Feminism has to be about the PREQUEL to Feminism. Slavery. There can be no talk of equality, before women come out of slavery. The prequel to feminism is anti slavery.... 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

...Feminism has to be first, anti slavery. The rest can be forgotten about until then. Until women are either treated as human beings, as treasured companions, who do their own thing, or paid an official salary for their housework or children rearing or cooking, these three different jobs they have to do all day, there is no emancipation for the female species. 

And until a woman has the choice of which one to do, which one she wants to do, there is no emancipation for the female species and until a woman is made a priority in the household, so that help is required just as if the man were on his own, there is no emancipation for the female species...

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

You betrayed the mother. Now, you are being asked to betray the father. The consciousness path is up to you. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

The suffering itself is not so bad; it's the resentment against suffering that is the real pain. ~ Allen Ginsberg

Ignore the ones who talk behind your back. They belong behind you. Evergreen Quotes 

I can accept failure, everyone fails at something. But I can't accept not trying. Michael Jordan

Don't ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness. Happiness Quotes 

When imagination and hunger combine, it can be a thing of beauty. ~ Dennis Hopper

There is no magic number of how many new beginnings you can experience in order to find your place in your world. Wisdom Alive

Thou saidst the truth, Zarathustra. I trust myself no longer since I

sought to rise into the height, and nobody trusteth me any longer; Friedrich Nietzsche 

Like a phoenix from the ashes - the pure of heart rise again. Karen Conradsen

The things we do to women. President Jethro Bartlet. Aaron Sorkin’s West Wing Series 3

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28

You Just Don't Care. Amera Ziganii Rao 

‘I’m alight Jack’. You just don’t care. You made sure you didn’t care. And you did it for him, for them and all that you serve. No, you didn’t care. And what about now? Exactly. You still have a long way to go. Ok. Not only did you just not care, nor do you now, it is not as if women have not been telling you your whole life. Why didn’t you care? Because YOU were alright. Man’s success no longer impresses me. There is clearly always a female slave behind it. I’m sorry, but that is currently all I can see. What is it?….’behind every successful man…’ too right. But as usual, the truth is always withheld. 

Support in The World of Men, translates as slavery in the real world. Female domestic, unpaid, chattel, chastity belt, nurse maid, handmaiden, adviser to a conditional and cruel self adoring king, loveless slavery. Rape as marriage in The World of Men. You. That’s why you didn’t care. 

They taught you to completely and utterly dehumanise me. That is how they made ‘Orks’ (Tolkein’s Lord of The Rings) of you. They taught you to rape us. That is the guilt you carry as men. Soldiers and slaves. All that is ‘Rome’. You got it wrong. They made you betray your soul when you betrayed me. They made you betray The Mother when you betrayed me. They made you betray you when you betrayed me. They most certainly did ‘make’ you. 

The Domestic Slaver, Tribe Serving, Financial Whoremongering, Emotionally Raping Pig™. The normal, every day man. I think he’s called a husband. Wow. Tell me what I am missing. I would so love to now know. For real. You’ve always known. You just didn’t care. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Fear of Being Killed. Amera Ziganii Rao 

Yes. The fear of death. Enlightenment is proving the conquering of the fear of death, across the board. Oops. Did I not tell you that? Yep. As Alexander The Great said, ‘conquer fear and I promise you, you will conquer death’. Done mine. Now, we apparently wait for you. 

I’ve had the assassinations, the attacks from the individuals, the attacks from the group, the financial coercion techniques, the ownership coercion techniques, the bartering, the whoring yourself for care, the overturning of it all, the isolation, the ostracisation, the endless bouts of loneliness with other people, the profound material vulnerability of someone who goes up against the tribe, the soulless life of the soulless World of Men tribe. I went up against the machines already (The Matrix). I have already died in ‘The Matrix’. And indeed, have made resurrection a way of life. 

‘Neytiri’ (James Cameron’s Avatar) teaches because ‘Neytiri’ is done. Graduated Warrior who flies in the sky. You may fly in the sky, but you fly for the wrong team. That is not Warrior. That is just mad. They made YOU mad. You have so hated me. You have so hated me and you just did not even care. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Heidi. Johanna Spyri

Heidi (pronounced [ˈhaɪdi]) is a Swiss work of fiction, originally published in two parts as Heidi's years of learning and travel (German: Heidis Lehr- und Wanderjahre) and Heidi makes use of what she has learned. (German: Heidi kann brauchen, was sie gelernt hat)

It is a novel about the events in the life of a young girl in her grandfather's care, in the Swiss Alps. It was written as a book "for children and those who love children" (as quoted from its subtitle) in 1880 by Swiss author Johanna Spyri.

Heidi is one of the best-selling books ever written and is among the best-known works of Swiss literature.

Adelheid ("Heidi") is a girl who has been raised by her aunt Dete in Maienfeld, Switzerland after the early deaths of her parents, Tobias and Adelheid. Dete brings 5-year-old Heidi to her grandfather, who has been at odds with the villagers for years and lives in seclusion on the alm. This has earned him the nickname Alp-Öhi ("Alm Uncle" in the Graubünden dialect). He at first resents Heidi's arrival, but the girl manages to penetrate his harsh exterior and Heidi subsequently has a delightful stay with him and her best friend, young Peter the goat-herd.

Dete returns three years later to bring Heidi to Frankfurt am Main as a companion of a 12-year-old girl named Clara Sesemann, who is regarded as an invalid. Heidi spends a year with Clara, conflicting with the Sesemanns' strict housekeeper Fraulein Rottenmeier and becoming more and more homesick. Her one diversion is learning to read and write, motivated by her desire to go home and read to Peter's blind grandmother. Heidi's increasingly failing health, and several instances of sleepwalking cause hysteria in the household that there is a haunting, prompt Clara's doctor to send Heidi home to her grandfather. Her return prompts the grandfather to descend to the village for the first time in years, marking an end to his seclusion.

Heidi and Clara continue to contact each other. A visit by the doctor to Heidi and her grandfather convinces him to recommend Clara to visit Heidi. Meanwhile, Heidi teaches Peter to read and write. Clara makes the journey the next season and spends a wonderful summer with Heidi. Clara becomes stronger on goat's milk and fresh mountain air, but Peter, feeling deprived of Heidi's attention, pushes Clara's wheelchair down the mountain to its destruction. Without her wheelchair, Clara attempts to walk and is gradually successful. 

Clara's grandmother and father are amazed and overcome with joy to see Clara walking. Clara's wealthy family promises to provide a shelter for Heidi, in case her grandfather is no longer able to do so.

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Black Beauty. Anna Sewell  

Black Beauty is an 1877 novel by English author Anna Sewell. It was composed in the last years of her life, during which she remained in her house as an invalid. The novel became an immediate bestseller, with Sewell dying just five months after its publication, but long enough to see her only novel become a success. With fifty million copies sold, Black Beauty is one of the best-selling books of all time.

While forthrightly teaching animal welfare, it also teaches how to treat people with kindness, sympathy, and respect. Black Beauty became a forerunner to the pony book genre of children's literature. In 2003, the novel was listed at number 58 on the BBC's survey The Big Read.

".... there is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as they like about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast, it is all a sham...."

—Black Beauty, Chapter 13, last paragraph.

Anna Sewell was born in Great Yarmouth, England, and had a brother named Philip, who was an engineer in Europe. At the age of 14, Anna fell while walking home from school in the rain and injured both ankles. 

Through mistreatment of the injury, she became unable to walk or stand for any length of time for the rest of her life. Disabled and unable to walk, she began learning about horses, spending many hours driving her father to and from the station from which he commuted to work. 

Her dependence on horse-drawn transportation fostered her respect for horses. The nearby estate of Tracy Park, now a golf club, was said to be the inspiration for Black Beauty's “Birtwick Park”. 

Sewell's introduction to writing began in her youth when she helped edit the works of her mother, Mary Wright Sewell (1797–1884), a deeply religious, popular author of juvenile best-sellers. By telling the story of a horse's life in the form of an autobiography and describing the world through the eyes of the horse, Anna Sewell broke new literary ground.

She never married or had children. In visits to European spas, she met many writers, artists, and philanthropists. Her only book was Black Beauty, written between 1871 and 1877 in her house at Old Catton. During this time, her health was declining, and she could barely get out of bed. Her dearly-loved mother often had to help her in her illness. She sold the book to the local publishers, Jarrold & Sons. The book broke records for sales and is the “sixth best seller in the English language."

Sewell died of hepatitis or tuberculosis on 25 April 1878, only five months after the novel was published, but she lived long enough to see its initial success. She was buried on 30 April 1878 in the Quaker burial-ground at Lammas near Buxton, Norfolk, where a wall plaque marks her resting place. Her birthplace in Church Plain, Great Yarmouth, is now a museum.

Sewell did not write the novel for children. She said that her purpose in writing the novel was "to induce kindness, sympathy, and an understanding treatment of horses" — an influence she attributed to an essay on animals she read earlier by Horace Bushnell (1802–1876) entitled "Essay on Animals".

Her sympathetic portrayal of the plight of working animals led to a vast outpouring of concern for animal welfare and is said to have been instrumental in the abolition of the cruel practice of using the checkrein (or "bearing rein", a strap used to keep horses' heads high, fashionable in Victorian England but painful and damaging to a horse's neck). 

Black Beauty also mentions the use of blinkers on horses, concluding that this use is likely to cause accidents at night due to interference with "the full use of" a horse's ability to "see much better in the dark than men can."

The story is narrated in the first person as an autobiographical memoir told by the titular horse named Black Beauty—beginning with his carefree days as a colt on an English farm with his mother, to his difficult life pulling cabs in London, to his happy retirement in the country. Along the way, he meets with many hardships and recounts many tales of cruelty and kindness. Each short chapter recounts an incident in Black Beauty's life containing a lesson or moral typically related to the kindness, sympathy, and understanding treatment of horses, with Sewell's detailed observations and extensive descriptions of horse behaviour lending the novel a good deal of verisimilitude.

The book describes conditions among London horse-drawn taxicab drivers, including the financial hardship caused to them by high licence fees and low, legally fixed fares. A page footnote in some editions says that soon after the book was published, the difference between 6-day taxicab licences (not allowed to trade on Sundays) and 7-day taxicab licences (allowed to trade on Sundays) was abolished and the taxicab licence fee was much reduced.

Sewell uses anthropomorphism in “Black Beauty”. The text advocates fairer treatment of horses in Victorian England. The story is narrated from Black Beauty’s perspective and resultantly readers arguably gained insight into how horses suffered through their use by human beings with restrictive technical objects like the “bearing rein” and “blinkers” as well as procedures like cutting off the tails of the horses. For instance, Ginger describes the physical effects of the “bearing rein” to Black Beauty, by stating, “… it is dreadful… your neck aching until you don’t know how to bear it… its hurt my tongue and my jaw and the blood from my tongue covered the froth that kept flying from my lips”.

Tess Cosslett highlights that Black Beauty’s story is structured in a way that makes him similar to those he serves. The horses in the text have reactions as well as emotions and characteristics, like love and loyalty, which are similar to those of human beings. Coslett emphasizes that, while “Black Beauty” is not the first book written in the style of an animal autobiography, it is a novel that “allows the reader to slide in and out of horse-consciousness, blurring the human/animal divide"

Upon publication of the book, many readers related to the pain of the victimized horses, sympathised and ultimately wanted to see the introduction of reforms that would improve the well-being of horses. Two years after the release of the novel, one million copies of “Black Beauty” were in circulation in the United States.

In addition, animal rights activists would habitually distribute copies of the novel to horse drivers and to people in stables. The depiction of the “bearing rein” in “Black Beauty”, spurred so much outrage and empathy from readers that its use was not only abolished in Victorian England, but public interest in anti-cruelty legislation in the United States also grew significantly. The arguably detrimental social practices concerning the use of horses in “Black Beauty” inspired the development of legislation in various states that would condemn such abusive behaviors towards animals.

The strong impact of the novel is still very much recognized today. Claudia Johnson and Vernon E Johnson, authors of “In the Encyclopedia of Animal Rights and Animal Welfare”, have referred to “Black Beauty” as being “the most influential anti-cruelty novel of all time”. They have also written that, while many works of literature have been drafted with the purpose of promoting a change of heart in the harsh treatment of animals, the most significant one, with the widest impact, is indisputably Anna Sewell’s “Black Beauty”.

Comparisons have also been made between “Black Beauty” and the most important social protest novel in the United States, “Uncle Tom’s Cabin”, by Harriet Beecher Stowe, on account of the strong degree of outrage and protest action that both novels triggered in society.

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...there is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as they like about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast, it is all a sham....(errr, if it does not teach them to be kind and good to WOMEN, man and beast, it is all a sham, seeing as women clearly come after beasts too, in religion...AZR) "

Anna Sewell. Black Beauty

The Young Lions 

The Young Lions (1948) is a novel by Irwin Shaw about three soldiers in World War II. Christian Diestl is at first a sympathetic German drawn to Nazism by despair for his future but willing to sacrifice Jews if necessary; Noah Ackerman is an American Jew facing discrimination of the American kind; and Michael Whitacre is an American WASP (White Anglo Saxon Protestant) who struggles with his lack of meaning arising from his lack of struggles.

The three have very different wars that see Christian Diestl become less sympathetic as he willingly sacrifices more and more merely to survive. Noah Ackerman finally overcomes the discrimination of his fellows in the army only to be nearly undone by the horror of the camps. While Michael Whitacre, still without meaning in his life, survives them both.

The Film 

The Young Lions is a 1958 war drama film directed by Edward Dmytryk, based upon the 1949 novel of the same name by Irwin Shaw, and starring Marlon Brando, Montgomery Clift, and Dean Martin.

German ski instructor Christian Diestl (Marlon Brando) is hopeful that Adolf Hitler will bring new prosperity to Germany, so when war breaks out he joins the army as a lieutenant. Dissatisfied with police duty in Paris, he requests to be transferred and is assigned to the front in North Africa. He sees what the war has done to his captain (Maximilian Schell) and the captain's wife (May Britt), and he is sickened by their behavior.

Michael Whiteacre and Noah Ackerman befriend each other during their U.S. Army draft physical examination and attend basic training together. They are then stationed in London. Michael is in show business and romantically involved with socialite Margaret Freemantle (Barbara Rush) who, coincidentally, in 1938 dated Christian in the Bavarian Alps when she went on a skiing vacation. She was upset by his Nazi beliefs and deserted him on New Year's Eve to return to Michael.

Noah, who is Jewish and works as a lowly department store clerk, attends a party Michael throws, where he meets Hope Plowman. She falls in love with him and introduces her fiancé to her provincial father, who doesn't like Jews but has never met one. After a chat with Noah, the father approves of the marriage.

In the service, a commanding officer and some of the tough guys in his company try to bully Noah and demonstrate their bigotry. Noah gains the respect of the enlisted men by standing up to them in a series of fist fights, even though he's much smaller and is badly hurt.

Each of these soldiers come to view the war differently. Christian is conflicted, hating what the war has done to his fellow Germans but unable to escape from his role in it. He despises what his fellow soldiers have done in the name of the Fatherland but is determined to fulfill his duty to the end.

Michael spends most of the war in a comfortable job, nowhere near any fighting, thanks to his Broadway fame. He finally decides to join the fight after Margaret shames him into it. By pulling strings, he rejoins his old outfit on the front in the war's final days, almost too late to matter.

Noah simply does his duty to the best of his ability, hoping to live through the horrors of war and get home safely to his wife and their new baby. He has a heroic moment where he risks his own life to save a fellow soldier, one who was especially prejudiced against him in boot camp. 

Meanwhile Christian discovers the reality of the Nazi regime when he stumbles upon a concentration camp filled with Jews. Shortly afterwards the camp is liberated by American forces including Michael and Noah. 

The mayor of a nearby town offers working parties of his constituents, anticipating media attention. However, he is rudely rebuffed by Whiteacre and Ackerman's company commander, Captain Green, when an imprisoned rabbi asks Green for permission to hold a religious service, and the mayor protests.

Seeing how Ackerman is affected by the camp, Green instructs him to take a walk and sends Whiteacre with him. Shocked and disgusted, the two GIs wander away from the camp. 

Nearby, a dazed, tired, and hungry (and completely shattered and disillusioned 'Beloved Son', now that he has seen the truth of the concentration camps....AZR) Christian hides with his weapon, but then screams in rage as be breaks his MP 40 apart. 

The noise draws Michael and Noah. On seeing the German, Michael shoots Christian. The two Americans silently watch Christian die, and then quietly walk back towards camp.

The final scene shows Ackerman emerging from the same subway station he left home through. As Hope notices him, she lifts up their daughter for him to see, and he ascends the stairs to his family.

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Wives and Vocation. Amera Ziganii Rao

You do not deserve my mind. I do. I am a thinker. That is what I do. I am a photographer. That is what I do. I am a speaker. I am many other things. That is what I do. You do not deserve me. I do. You are a 'true blue' fool. You want me in the kitchen. You want me 'caring' full time for you. I am a thinker. That is what I do. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

The insidious nature of poisonous teachings is generic. Forgiveness is easy. But I was heading towards being an unpaid chattel servant. Like 99 point 9 percent of my sisters on Earth. A serious indictment on men. Genital mutilation (blandly called female circumcision) is hardly a surprise then, is it really. It is just the most literal manifestation of female genocide, ie tribe marriage.

A woman deserves to have vocation, have children and have the love of a man. Er...as a man does. Anything else is pure, unmitigated evil on Earth. The tribe marriage from hell. A woman deserves the emotional, physical, financial and any other kind of support to create vocation, just as a man does. It is not a case of her scuttling around working on her stuff around the marriage. Not being allowed to share her thoughts or concerns or achievements. Every human being on this toilet planet has the same human rights. Anything else is the Patriarchal Womb Stealing Tribe Society. The society that has to be exterminated out of existence.

No one told me that I was not important. That it was my womb the reptiles, that are your forefathers, wanted to steal. That is your beloved tribe. Hell on Earth. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011

Some things are not forgivable. Deliberate cruelty is not forgivable. It is the one unforgivable thing in my opinion and the one thing of which I have never, never been guilty. Blanche Dubois. Tennessee William's A Streetcar Named Desire

To sacrifice what you are & to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying. Joan of Arc

Nothing is quite as funny as the unintended humor of reality. ~Steve Allen

I am realistic I expect miracles. ~ Wayne Dyer

Our children are not born to hate, they are raised to hate. Thomas della Peruta

People will forget what U said, people will forget what U did, but people will never forget how U made them feel. Maya Angelou

A true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down. Arnold H. Glasow

Business demands faith, compels earnestness, requires courage, is honestly selfish,...William Feather

Snake Woman l Pt ll (Artwork) 

Amera Ziganii Rao Digital Darkroom Artwork 

Thank you to outside source for original

Misogyny Defeats Me. Amera Ziganii Rao  

The tragedy of reality then, the next and final responsible truth. Misogyny is too big to defeat. My purpose is clearly to keep being involved with it to the visceral levels of hell I have been for over four years now. That is for a solution one day I am sure. But like any mad scientist, I now play with fire and know I can only lose. With a few improvements to the human race along the way, some morsels of hope and educational reform, but other than that, a futile and endless life task, for shamans like me. Misogyny is just too big, now I have reached the unenviable reality of the truth. That all men are programmed to kill us and there is actually nothing we can do about it, other than to keep negotiating and trying to heal that evil while forgiving the person and so on. It’s a nightmare and has to be accepted. I am a woman. I could only ever be involved with misogyny. It is the ego of the world and just too big. My fear is this. Always has been, always will be. There is no will to love in the male ego. The female ego has the will to love, even if in the illness of the ego, it is a desperate escapist need born out of such suffering and loneliness and isolation and rejection as all people of my archetype report. Even if it is that, and I know how destructive that is and why I healed it, our ego has always had the belligerent will to love and be loved and be love. 

There is no such motivation in the other ego. By the very nature of it, there is no will to love, ego being programmed from the outside. Why would ‘they’ want men to love? ‘They’ wanted us to be addicted to love and the men to not want it at all. 

I could heal my own ego and that miracle was big enough. The next miracle may indeed, be just too big, enough, to actually heal. Who am I kidding? When a man, all men are programmed to put you in the kitchen, we’ve got a problem. And that problem is just too big. Too big to have any real hope anymore. But hope enough to keep going so that something good will come out of it. And that is all that can be done in the end. It’s called faith. Hopeless faith. And it will have to do. We are all trying our best and so are they. 

But misogyny is just too big and today, has defeated and steamrolled me into reality. Men may actually not be able to heal. In this lifetime. Misogyny is just too big. And the very essence of misogyny is to hate women. Not a pretty picture really. The fact that any woman can even stay alive for a whole life, may actually just have to be the dream enough. To even see if it could happen. This is most definitely ‘a man’s world’. Misogyny has officially defeated me. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Misogyny Defeats Me ll

Women in ego are addicted to love. Women of The Temple and the men like them. Men in ego are addicted to non love. Men of war and battle and The World of Men. And the women like them. They are emotionally hijacked by an ego that specifically, does NOT love. And does not WANT love. That is the male ego. We are in trouble. 

There is always the possibility of healing. I am the walking proof of that. I would never take that away from anyone. But there is no correlation between even the egos of men and women. 

The reality of what we face therefore has to be met. Men are addicted, in ego, to not love. The only motivation to become love, is to love. Ergo, misogyny defeats. Misogyny kills. Men are not programmed to kill other men. Men are programmed to kill women, so that they can be endlessly used, to kill other men. 

And misogyny therefore, is the sickness and sadness of a torn and loveless world. And it is the women who are the victims, first and last. We just do not exist. 

Hope therefore can only lie in liberation. Liberation of the soul into the silence. Committing to one' healing work and that includes first and foremost his ego, as is my shamanic task and indeed, will. But doing it with the right context. That this is not my world and I come bottom, because I am just supposed to be a toilet cleaner, either employed as one, or as a wife. 

That takes re-grouping and facing the facts. Men cannot love women. Men can only love men. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Misogyny Defeats Me lll

Men are programmed to kill the women, so that they want to go to war in the first place. The will to love (soul) is actually physically BLOCKED by the ego unique WILL, NOT TO LOVE, that is programmed into a soldier. Don’t love. Go to war for us. Love us, we are your men. Don’t love love. It’ a waste of time and won’t get you anywhere. And women are only here to break their spirits. Seduce them and make them servants and you serve the tribe. Love and you betray us. You are supposed to love men. The ‘non feeling’ of men is real. It’s an unconscious, programmed, duty filled servitude that says, you are not supposed to love and that loving means you betray your team. The World of Men. It kills us all. And all that is love, humanity, respect and humanitarianism, towards anyone. But, to staggeringly, impenetrable, endemic, integral, psychotically advanced levels, against women. 

To say that earth is in trouble is more than an understatement. It is our tragedy. The World of Men. The people who are systematically programmed to destroy those that give them birth. No wonder they are told that ‘god’ is male. Everything is male. We do not exist, other than in the servants quarters. The Matrix is real. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Misogyny Defeats Me lV

Of course, my delightful revelations now, are not only about the personal. I look at the addiction of the female ego to love and the addiction and programming to all the myths of the patriarchal tribe, World Slave Order World™ and the coercive pressure with 90 percent of the world’s income still being earned by men and of course only about 10 percent of that 90 percent I am sure, earning the 100 percent of the 90 percent from other men, and I see the sheer hopelessness and loneliness and isolation that women live with for the whole duration of life. Other than if the miracle of mutual ascension is attained. 

Single ascension of course means Nirvana. Really. I live in a state of bliss as an emotional generic state. That is soul. The only place I don’t live it, is in The World of Men. I look at the brotherhood between men and women concept, so brilliantly articulated by Simone de Beauvoir in The Second Sex and I see why I retired from The World of Men – before my disability synchronised and made it into the legendary journey I now live – in the first place. There was no brotherhood anywhere. 

The men pushed me out. The women like the men, pushed me out. I didn’t exist in that world and was only ever going to be treated like a very talented, weirdo, who no one wanted to give a place at the table to. 

The entrepreneurial age, the pursuit of original thought and original art, the pursuit of being self taught, the genius of psychic growth and the relationship with the unseen, the endless time to devote to one’s true gifts, the loneliness that demands that profound inner searching just so you don’t go mad, the extraordinary and wide availability of education in any art form, and in all the therapy to do with art forms, these are the only brotherhood aspects of life we can be involved in, in the end. 

Since finding my own space in life and becoming myself and being able, through circumstances, (that one adapts to with the precision of alchemical genius) through the chronic physical pain debilitation of the weirdo artist/philosopher archetype, I have found the will to live. I have found brotherhood in the fact that while men may unconsciously be denying me any brotherhood or real friendship love my whole life, as they have done, and I now lucidly understand why, just as my father and brother and men unconsciously and brutally do, while men do all this, they cannot stop me learning from them or finding vicarious, pathetically sad, individual, silent ways of doing so. 

By studying them as I study anyone to study greatness, craft, achievement and to attain and STEAL nurturing. 

I have ‘stolen’ nurturing my whole life. The politics of consciousness indeed. I ‘steal’ from the women and I ‘steal’ from the men. So there is always alchemical skill to turn life around yes, but there can be nothing ever, to replace the bitter rejection of mass rejection for not agreeing to be a servant, secretary, assistant, helper or someone who just serves the tea. 

Men, per se, will never give me brotherhood. Feminism is a genius form of existence and if the man in my life truly is able to ascend, he will be pure genius too. If. The recognition of the unconscious trigger to kill women, to be with men, so men can kill men, is beyond stunning. I am reeling. With hope alongside absolute dread and shock. Triggers are psychological. 

When I look at how men yearn to love and then are clearly unable to do so, I can see hope. I can see the generation of will, to kill the ego that kills the will. Sure. 

It is actually that simple. Ego to soul. The layers are the layers of shadow, the unconscious triggers. 

But I also see so much sadness and loneliness today in every single pocket of the world. And the fact that no one cares. 

Women are nothing in this world and the more I am taking on the vast reality of brutality of it, I also see freedom. Once you know the devastating truth of something and you know it is generic, you can then begin to come to terms with it. That takes huge courage. And faith and hope. That something will make something turn out alright kind of hope. It can’t get any more specific than that. 

That is soul. 

Creativity and friends amongst our own. The two areas of salvation for females and males like them. Females within that have to be as vigilant though, as we always end up being the cleaners and servants. Conformity and pressure is generic to archetype. And certainly to gender. Fortunately though, the creative life demands isolation and individuality and our own archetype know and respect this, once we are told. There then is the hope, the brotherhood and the love. 

It is however our purpose, spiritually and esoterically and emotionally as a people to evolve into interaction. To become the whole, with the whole, if you like. And in that I see only agony. Such a massive long journey that I have made and the layers just get worse and worse and worse. 

This one comes straight from my parents. To know they are the norm is not something I can even cope with today. And I cannot even visit the lack of brotherhood my brother began to give me at the age of 7. Everything I have seen is the norm. Passionate people just articulate what others don’t. The psychologies are generic. That level of hatred, war, subjugation, emotional rape, cruelty and financial abuse is the norm. Men want servants as wives. That attack is the genius I have turned around into all that I am. The fact that the world runs with one theme for my kind. Pussy, servant, cook, handmaiden or enslaved mother. 

There is no brotherhood for women in The World of Men. 

It is not a pretty world. Brotherhood with men, as women, can only ever be secretive and silent. They don’t even know it’s going on. And if they do, they just do not care. They are the male, world of evil, ego. We are servants. 

The hope though is that this is an ego psychosis. It defeats me because it is the whole, entire world. It is the world order and always, almost until the end of our time, will be. That is what defeats me today. 

Each individual though has a gift in this. Clear the shadow and you are halfway home. For this particular layer. I so look forward to seeing what the others are. I already shake in dread. Female is Warrior. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Misogyny Defeats Me V

Race therefore has nothing on gender. I am not the first Feminist to say that and I am sure I will not be the first to be ignored. Race therefore has nothing on gender, because no one else cares. Narrative, analysis, therapy, self examination, story and experience, are compulsive ten times over for sure. Any people comes through with intellectual property, self determination. 

Misogyny however is the greatest beast I have ever seen – I first was consciously conscious of it at the age of 2 and now I know it can only defeat me, it is so terribly real - and is the whole, complete, world over. It has no face, no boundaries and no definitions. It is endemic. A poison that is so far integrated into all our systems, that we can only spend a lifetime of study and warrior, let alone VALKYRIE and Sacred Whore High Priestess™, to overcome it. 

That is courage. That is grace and that is heroism. And the men who can free themselves from an ego that tells them they don’t WANT love, from a soul that so desperately DOES WANT love, they are not men. They are gods. My ego was that I NEEDED LOVE SO MUCH I COULD NOT FUNCTION. That is the power of my spirit. Because I still don’t have any love and I fly with power every day. When I say I don’t need, it’s because I have never been ALLLOWED TO. 

Your ego DOES NOT WANT LOVE (WOMAN). Love exists and it here for you. I would say, frankly, that your ego culling is downright easy. 

But then, I ALWAYS WANTED TO LOVE. My ego was forced WORSHIP OF THE MALE SPECIES. But at least, within that I always wanted to love. Mine was the dehumanisation of worship and need. Yours is the utter dehumanisation of chattel into ‘cattle’. I cannot judge or ascertain an ego that does not want to love (woman). I can only tell you that you can (love woman). And no, it is not easy. Ascension. Ego to Soul. For you, the WILL to love (A WOMAN). The will to love women at all. And your ego is worldwide, generic and all pervasive. That takes a mind of control. I have it. So do you. 

The rest, truly, psychologically, anthropologically and historically and sociologically and spiritually and esoterically, is WILL. The will to love a woman at all. It’s not heart you lack for one second. None of you, going back 30 years. You lack heart TOWARDS WOMEN. That is your ego. 

You, in soul, DO WANT TO LOVE WOMEN. In ego, you do not. That is your central trigger I know. 

The rest will, I am sure, if it exists, have to come. Or not. That depends on you. And of course the heavens. I am Hierophant. I discuss, discourse and deliver. And I today, release the desire for brotherhood with men and the women like you. I understand now, just how rare it is. I understand that I can only ever be your servant. In your The World of Men. 

I am happily outlaw as I was yesterday. The difference is that I still want you here. My ego does no longer worship. My superego (healed ego of healed soul) is of love, for you, my dear. 

But I understand that to you, that means nothing. You wanted a servant and I am her. Sorry. Oceans apart. 

Another stalemate year. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Mine was the dehumanisation of worship and need. Yours is the utter dehumanisation of chattel into ‘cattle’. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Misogyny Defeats Me Vl

… Mine was the (REACTIVE) dehumanisation of worship and need. Yours is the (PROACTIVE) utter dehumanisation of chattel into ‘cattle’. Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

….Men are programmed to kill the women, so that they want to go to war in the first place. The will to love (soul) is actually physically BLOCKED by the ego unique WILL, NOT TO LOVE, that is programmed into a soldier. Don’t love. Go to war for us. Love us, we are your men. Don’t love love. It’ a waste of time and won’t get you anywhere. And women are only here to break their spirits. Seduce them and make them servants and you serve the tribe. Love and you betray us. You are supposed to love men. The ‘non feeling’ of men is real. It’s an unconscious, programmed, duty filled servitude that says, you are not supposed to love and that loving means you betray your team. The World of Men. It kills us all. And all that is love, humanity, respect and humanitarianism, towards anyone. But, to staggeringly, impenetrable, endemic, integral, psychotically advanced levels, against women….

And I think of all the stuff that other writers and healers come out about men and their warmongering and their natural tendency to violence because they have been at war for so long and expected to do so much and blah, blah, blah, blah. I was there once in that pampering rubbish, along with everyone else. You do not have any problem whatsoever as a people, with other men. You love other men. You have a rampant brotherhood with other men. You also have a brotherhood with the women who are like you. That is the unique other factor. So other than the tragic truth that no one cares about that there are three groups of people versus one – your two archetypes and the male Venus archetype (non High Priest) against me, the micro being the macro – the Cinderella Warrior™ story, what else does it say? 

The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™. And you know which ‘biblical’ lie comes to mind? Samson and Delilah. Surely the most typically idiotic version of The World of Men propaganda. She seduces out of him, his secret strength and the source of it. His hair. And she has it cut off and lo and behold, due to the bitchiness and use of sex and use of manipulation of woman – because that is all we are – man is caught and fettered. 

For your ego to be ejected out of your mind, you are going to have to look at every single story, visual, narrative, casual phrase and the rest that you have ever been taught or are taught every day and that you find yourself reinforcing, because you have cut off your heart to anything else but The World of Men. This is your slavery. Not mine. 

And think of it this way. If you have denied me and my kind for almost 50 years, your brotherhood, even in actual friendships with women I am sure – I have just recalled my entire life of trying to get mentorship or help or support or encouragement from any man who took an interest in me, and there have been sincere attempts but with a strange impatience, like, okay, can we get on with something else now, because no one is really supposed to be promoting someone who should be a servant because of her gender and anyway, why can’t you just be pretty sort of thing – the whole thing is such relentless fuckery – then you have also denied yourself sisterhood. My sisterhood and all women and even men like me. 

That would more than explain the evil that is Ownership Psychosis™. And of course, the biggest motherfucka of them all. Misogyny. Making a woman a servant and telling her that that is her proof of love to you. Virulent madness insanity. The World of Men. And of course Mummy too. I remember it well. 

Ownership Psychosis™ is projection of ego. The ego is projecting its fear, rage, selfishness, need, greed and terror into an ego defined lower mind stupid belief that hijacks your mind so you are unconsciously being controlled by your lower sick, outside mind self. 

Ownership Psychosis™ is therefore a panic button of terror, that comes into play totally without your control, because you don’t know why you can’t just ask for sisterhood. You don’t know why you can’t rely on it and you don’t know why you never believe it is there when it is actually there in front of you. You cannot be yourself with a woman. 

You don’t know why you can’t get it. Sisterhood, motherhood, it’s all the same. Your ego mind has manufactured a false system of belief so that you believe you have to control to get sisterly and motherly love. So you politically force women into servititude so they ‘will be there for you’. 

Unconditional love, becoming soul, becoming the higher mind and inner heart is creating a new belief to shift that mortal husk of an ego out of your mind and body and indeed, sullied soul. 

The new belief is this sort of vibe; My ego tells me that I should not love women. My ego is brainwashed by an outside source. I no longer agree with it. My ego tells me that women don’t love men and that they will never be there and that the only way to get them is to tie them to the bed and the kitchen sink and take away all their liberty, so they can be all mine, mine, mine and mine. 

Intellectually, I know that is crazy. Emotionally I cannot ‘help’ myself. I now believe and choose to believe and INTEND to believe (the rest will follow) that my ego is an idiot and has been telling me to do this because he is protecting me and it has really helped me all the way through so much pain, but now, oh, my, what a liability it is. 

If it is my ego that tells me that, that women won’t love me, that women don’t love, that women should be subjugated and controlled and that women SHOULD BE MY SERVANTS, I now release all emotional beliefs of that kind and hang my head in shame but also the self love enough to know that my ego did its best and whatever the fuck education is out there from The World of Men, I don’t fucking well want it anymore. 

I am strong enough, to love a woman and out of danger enough to love a woman and appalled at the idea that I strive to own women as slaves and that I have done that all my life, as I watched my father do to my mother and that all men to do to all women. 

I don’t want that life anymore. My ego has looked after me despite its obvious brainwashing with such crap and it has taken me far with brotherhood, while I haven’t cared what the women said. I thought I did, but actually, I couldn’t care less. I was only interested in getting the love from them and understand that the belief systems that I HAVE BEEN UTTERLY CONTROLLED BY are destructive, appalling and nothing I want to follow anymore 

I therefore believe now that female love is totally available for me and that it is real and that I intend to feel it as if it is real, because it is real. And to remember that any fears I have about female love is from my stupidly programmed ego that is in the interests of my forefathers, because they wanted us to always be at war. 

I have raped my sisters enough and want to love them. My ego is the single thing that stands in the way and never any of them. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Misogyny Defeats Me Vll

New ego beliefs, continued…

I am also going to remember that ego itself, not the projection of the ego is valid in me and I intend to enter now, my super ego and eject the mortal husk of the dirty and stupid one I have at the moment. 

I intend to remember that ego is born at 7 or 8 out of terror and becoming physically conscious in ‘stage one’ on earth. Ego is the part of me, the part of my soul that came here to heal. To transcend itself and leave my body. And of course, however ‘instinctive’, ego is of the mind. The BELIEFS of the mind. 

Ego is also the part of me that was born out of reaction to life. I let go of any womanly love I found hurtful, abusive, neglectful, fearful or conditional and know that this is the past and that I now am beginning to realise the reason why there was no love in the first place. I know it is so wrapped up with my father and all fathers and how their rules and habits became mine and that was primarily mostly about women and however much I love my mother, I began to behave the same with her as my father. 

I release that emotional brainwashing and intend to question every emotion of anger or fear or hate that comes into my MIND. I intend to block the ego, so the ego does not block me. I intend to fight it. To get it out of me. 

I do this because I did everything they told me to do and it brought me wealth, fame, success and health. It did not bring me love from a woman. In fact, it has destroyed my reputation with women and MADE me believe in everything I have believed. 

I understand now that ego has to push away love per se, but in my male ego, it destroys specific love with a woman. I am being controlled by my forefathers and made a slave, everytime I dehumanise her into cattle. I am a slave, everytime I try to make her a slave. 

I no longer want to be a slave and I want to love a woman more than anything else I can think of, so that I do not have to control her and subjugate her into appalling and shocking conditions and call that love, despite myself. I release all selfishness and projection of my vulnerability and accept that I now do have a vulnerability. The past inability to believe in female love. 

I intend to offer that vulnerability up to the group, the woman, the mother, anyone and actually ask for sisterhood and GIVE THE BROTHERHOOD THEY SO WANT AND DESERVE. 

I intend to trust women for the first time in my ego life. I intend to believe that they actually love me and that my mother couldn’t love me enough because she was trapped in the Patriarchal system of abuse herself and how can mothers love sons in this world anyway? 

In fact, how could any woman love a man as I now begin to realise what we have done? 

I intend to trust her forgiveness and the ability of the High Priestess archetype, the Cinderella Warrior™ archetype, to be love and to be forgiveness like I’ve never known. Because even in her style of ego, she actually loved men, even then. Her love is divine. My love will be humane. 

I believe in female love at last and release all need to kill and control. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Misogyny Defeats Me Vlll

Exactly. That’s how far you would even have to think about beginning to go. 

Good to know. Well, put it this way then. I am whole. You are an Ownership Psychosis™ danger to women, danger therefore to the female public and with a danger, the size and cruelty and vanity of which I have unfortunately seen and known all my life. The polite sadists who pretend to love women. 

I am Sacred Whore High Priestess™. You are a man. 

This Temple’s door is firmly, locked strong, closed. Sadists who want female CATTLE are no longer allowed. 

Oops, that’s the whole World of Men. Got it. Yawn, yawn, yawn. I got your power. I don’t need The World of Men. I stole, while you were looking the other way. You however, will NEVER steal from a woman again. 

And don’t forget Ridley Scott’s Gladiator, seminal in so many ways. ‘Commodus’, the twisted emperor from hell, IS THE MALE EGO personified. YOUR MALE EGO. YOURS. YOU. That is the greatness of that role. The generic nightmare of The World of Men. That is how you all treat women. Like the twisted fucks you are in ego. If you want to love, it will be ‘Commodus’ you will have to kill. And then you will become a god. Until then, my dear, let’s just call you a pile of shit. 

Until then, unless then, whatever. You are just a two bit sadist female killing hustler. My lovely ‘beyond twin soul’, second nemesis.  My 250th nightmare of research. 

I think I am doing really well. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Ancient Priestess Unearthed In Peru; Tomb Suggests Women Ruled Mysterious, Brutal Culture. Huffington Post 

(Only 1200 - 2000 years ago, but certainly a welcome change...anything so I don't have to talk about the bloody Patriarchal Tribe. AZR) 

Ancient Priestess Unearthed In Peru; Tomb Suggests Women Ruled Mysterious, Brutal Culture

Talk about ancient girl power!

Archaeologists working in Peru have uncovered the skeleton of a woman believed to have been a high priestess of a mysterious culture that existed around 1,200 years ago. The pre-Hispanic remains were found in late July in an impressive burial chamber located in the country's northern Chepan province, according to the Agence France-Presse.

The priestess seems to have been a leader of an ancient culture known as the Moche, or Mochia. Around 2,000 years ago, the Moche dominated the cultural landscape of what is now northern Peru, building large pyramids from mud bricks before disappearing without explanation. The name Moche comes from the site of Moche, an ancient capital city.

Researchers have spent years attempting to unravel the riddles of a society which left no written record. According to the BBC, illustrations show the Moche engaged in brutal bouts of ritualized combat that ended with the losers being sacrificed.

The priestess discovered in Chepan was buried with child and adult human sacrifices, AFP reports. She joins the list of several other priestesses who have been found in northern Peru in the past few years.

"This find makes it clear that women didn't just run rituals in this area but governed here and were queens of Mochica society," project director Luis Jaime Castillo told AFP. "It is the eighth priestess to be discovered. Our excavations have only turned up tombs with women, never men."

Arguably the most important of these was an elaborately-tattooed female mummy discovered in a burial chamber filled with treasure and weapons. Announced to the public in 2006, the Moche mummy was later dubbed the "Lady of Cao" and is believed to have been a leader of the civilization between 1,700 and 1,600 years ago before dying in childbirth, according to the site Living in Peru. At the time, archaeologists said the discovery of the Lady of Cao was similar in significance to the discovery of King Tut's tomb in Egypt, according to National Geographic....

....A Canadian couple who unearthed the ancient skeleton of an aboriginal woman may also have to foot the thousands of dollars it cost to excavate the historical remains…….

(And then of course, there is narcissism. Surely, the legacy of being taught you were supreme...you are not. No man is, or indeed woman like you. AZR)

Gilda 

Gilda is a 1946 American black-and-white film noir directed by Charles Vidor. It stars Glenn Ford and Rita Hayworth in her signature role as the ultimate femme fatale. The film was noted for cinematographer Rudolph Mate's lush photography, costume designer Jean Louis' wardrobe for Hayworth (particularly for the dance numbers), and choreographer Jack Cole's staging of "Put the Blame on Mame" and "Amado Mio", sung by Anita Ellis.

The film's plot is continually narrated by Johnny Farrell (Glenn Ford), a small-time American gambler newly arrived in Buenos Aires, Argentina. When he wins a lot of money cheating at craps, he has to be rescued from a robbery attempt by a complete stranger, Ballin Mundson (George Macready). Mundson tells him about an illegal high-class casino, but warns him not to practice his skills there. Farrell ignores his advice, cheats at blackjack, and is taken by two men to see the casino's owner, who turns out to be Mundson. Farrell talks Mundson into hiring him and quickly gains his confidence. However, the unimpressed washroom attendant, Uncle Pio (Steven Geray), keeps calling him "peasant".

One day, Mundson returns from a trip with a beautiful and spirited new wife, Gilda (Rita Hayworth). It is immediately apparent that Johnny and Gilda have a history together, though both deny it when Mundson questions them. Johnny visits Gilda alone in the bedroom she shares with her husband, and the two have an explosive confrontation that elucidates both their past romantic relationship, which ended badly, and their love-hate dynamic. 

While it is unclear just how much Mundson knows of Gilda and Johnny's past relationship, he appears to be in ignorance when he assigns Farrell to keep an eye on Gilda. Johnny and Gilda are both consumed with their hatred of each other, as Gilda cavorts with men at all hours in increasingly more blatant efforts to enrage Johnny, and he grows more abusive and spiteful in his treatment of her.

Meanwhile, Mundson is visited by two German businessmen. Their secret organization had financed a tungsten cartel, with everything put in Mundson's name to hide their connection to it. However, when they decide it is safe to take over, Mundson refuses to transfer ownership to his backers. The Argentine secret police are interested in the Germans; government agent Obregon (Joseph Calleia) introduces himself to Farrell to try to obtain information, but the American knows nothing about that aspect of Mundson's operations. When the Germans return later, Mundson shoots and kills one of them.

That same night, at Mundson's house, Farrell and Gilda have another hostile confrontation, which begins with them angrily declaring their hate for each other, and ends with them passionately kissing. Mundson arrives at that moment, then flees to a waiting airplane. Farrell and Obregon witness its short flight; the plane explodes shortly after takeoff and plummets into the ocean. 

However, Mundson has parachuted to safety, thus faking his death.

With Mundson apparently dead, Gilda inherits his estate. Gilda and Johnny marry, but while Gilda married him for love, Johnny has married her to punish them both for their mutual betrayal of Mundson. He stays away, but has her guarded day and night out of contempt for her and loyalty to Mundson. Gilda tries to escape the tortured marriage a number of times (including one especially memorable and oft-imitated sequence where she tries to humiliate Johnny into setting her free by performing a striptease for a room full of male patrons), but Johnny is ultimately able to thwart every attempt, determined to keep her trapped in the relationship that has become a prison for them both. Finally, Obregon tells Farrell that Gilda was never truly unfaithful to Mundson or to him, prompting Farrell to try to reconcile with her.

At that moment, Mundson reappears, armed with a gun. He faked his death to deceive the Nazis. Mundson tells them he will have to kill them both, but Uncle Pio manages to fatally stab him in the back. Obregon shows up, and Johnny tries to take the blame for the murder. Uncle Pio finally credits Johnny for being a true gentleman, while insisting that he had killed Mundson. Obregon reminds them both that Mundson had technically died months before, but there is also such a thing as justifiable homicide. 

Farrell gives Obregon the incriminating documents from Mundson's safe, and the police confiscate the estate for the government. Farrell and Gilda finally reconcile and confess their mutual love, and apologize for the many emotional wounds they have inflicted on each another.

Wikipedia

11 Signs You May Be Dating A Sociopath

The Huffington Post | By Macrina Cooper-White 

(What I find fascinating - that goes a bit far, actually, as I am no longer fascinated by anything - but what stands out for me in this sociopath piece is, indeed, my own brand of 'sociopath'. As far as I am concerned, the evolution for a woman is to become all these things outlined below. The weapons of war in The World of Men. Evolution for a MAN is the opposite. To stop being institutional, gender sociopaths. I'm pretty much done. Check out how you do...AZR) 

11 Signs You May Be Dating A Sociopath

The Huffington Post | By Macrina Cooper-White 

Could that amazing new person you or a loved one is dating actually be a sociopath? It's not as far-fetched as you might imagine. Roughly one in 25 Americans is a sociopath, according to Harvard psychologist Dr. Martha Stout, author of The Sociopath Next Door.

Of course, not all sociopaths are dangerous criminals. But they certainly can make life difficult, given that the defining characteristic of sociopathy is antisocial behavior.

Here are 11 RED FLAGS to look out for:

RED FLAG #1. Having an oversized ego.

The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-V) notes that sociopaths have an inflated sense of self. They are narcissists to the extreme, with a huge sense of entitlement, Dr. Seth Meyers, a clinical psychologist with the L.A. County Department of Mental Health, wrote for Psychology Today. They tend to blame others for their own failures. 

RED FLAG #2. Lying and exhibiting manipulative behavior.

Sociopaths use deceit and manipulation on a regular basis. Why? "Lying for the sake of lying. Lying just to see whether you can trick people. And sometimes telling larger lies to get larger effects," Dr. Stout told Interview Magazine.

RED FLAG #3. Exhibiting a lack of empathy.

“They don’t really have the meaningful emotional inner worlds that most people have and perhaps because of that they can't really imagine or feel the emotional worlds of other people," M. E. Thomas, a diagnosed sociopath and author of Confessions Of A Sociopath, told NPR. "It’s very foreign to them.”

RED FLAG #4. Showing a lack of remorse or shame.

The DSM-V entry on antisocial personality disorder indicates that sociopaths lack remorse, guilt or shame.

RED FLAG #5. Staying eerily calm in scary or dangerous situations.

A sociopath might not be anxious following a car accident, for instance, M.E. Thomas said. And experiments have shown that while normal people show fear when they see disturbing images or are threatened with electric shocks, sociopaths tend not to.

RED FLAG #6. Behaving irresponsibly or with extreme impulsivity.

Sociopaths bounce from goal to goal, and act on the spur of the moment, according to the DSM. They can be irresponsible when it comes to their finances and their obligations to other people.

RED FLAG #7. Having few friends.

Sociopaths tend not to have friends--not real ones, anyway. "Sociopaths don’t want friends, unless they need them. Or all of their friends are superficially connected with them, friends by association," psychotherapist Ross Rosenberg, author of the Human Magnet Syndrome, told The Huffington Post.

RED FLAG #8. Being charming--but only superfically.

Sociopaths can be very charismatic and friendly -- because they know it will help them get what they want. “They are expert con artists and always have a secret agenda,” Rosenberg said. "People are so amazed when they find that someone is a sociopath because they’re so amazingly effective at blending in. They’re masters of disguise. Their main tool to keep them from being discovered is a creation of an outer personality."

As M.E. Thomas described in a post for Psychology Today: "You would like me if you met me. I have the kind of smile that is common among television show characters and rare in real life, perfect in its sparkly teeth dimensions and ability to express pleasant invitation."

RED FLAG #9. Living by the "pleasure principle."

"If it feels good and they are able to avoid consequences, they will do it! They live their life in the fast lane -- to the extreme -- seeking stimulation, excitement and pleasure from wherever they can get it," Rosenberg wrote in Human Magnet Syndrome.

RED FLAG #10. Showing disregard for societal norms.

They break rules and laws because they don't believe society's rules apply to them, psychiatrist Dr. Dale Archer wrote in a blog on Psychology Today.

RED FLAG #11. Having "intense" eyes.

Sociopaths have no problem with maintaining uninterrupted eye contact. "Our failure to look away politely is also perceived as being aggressive or seductive," M.E. Thomas wrote for Psychology Today.

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....…not the blaming others or such like. That’s never been my thing. Hierophant, even before training, doesn’t resort to that. I mean that a woman has to become the symbolised version of all the sociopath themes. Just to assert the right to exist. We should of course, be cleaning toilets for free and be called wife. Yes, an outlaw is a voluntary sacred sociopath. You are the other. A woman killer. An average, institutionally brainwashed woman killing thug. The normal polite man. The ordinary man. 

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The Mother Goddess. Bathia Amenahem

(These wonderful words from somewhere on the Internet...Not nearly, anywhere near the truth, but at least intelligent and mind soothing information, and wiser discourse than 'the women destroyed through marriage and relationship and relegated to lives of domestic servitude while the men go out and achieve, Patriarchal Toilet Tribe world we live in', discourse of old and new and forever. Until there's something else to report....AZR)

The Mother Goddess. Bathia Amenahem

Thank you everyone. The story I am about to tell is unique because there is much controversy over her story today, just as there was during the time of Abraham. There even may be some of you in the audience who may strongly disagree with the ideas I am about to present, but I hope you will be able to keep your minds open to the variations on popular religious themes. To let you know a little bit about myself briefly, I received my PhD in Archaeological Judeo-Christian studies from Harvard in 1981 and for the past 22 years I have been working with the theme of Asherah as Mother Goddess in the Middle East.

To begin my story, Asherah was the great Caananite Mother Goddess since about the 13th century BCE. Abraham of the Bible grew up during these times and as his culture group was nomads, they adopted many beliefs from surrounding cultures as their own. Asherah was one such deity who was an important figure in their religious system. Since he was young, Abraham most likely grew up in a religious environment that believed in the Father God El, and the Mother Goddess Asherah. El was the creator of heaven and earth, the divine judge and was known to be wise and compassionate.

The Hebrew name used for God in Genesis is Elohim, a derivative of El. Many people find the passage in Genesis that says, “Let us make humankind in our own image” a little confusing. If there is only one true God, then who was he talking to? Some have said he was talking to the Holy Spirit, another aspect of Elohim, which is also seen as a male type or at least, as a non-gender. Others have asserted that he was talking to Eloah, the female aspect of Elohim. The world Elohim is actually plural, so that implies there is more than one "Being" involved in Elohim. Since there were only two kinds of people created, male and female, one could probably assume that man was made in the El’s image while woman was made in Eloah’s image. Thus, we were all, male and female, made in Elohim’s image, encompassing both the male and female aspect of God.

Since there are no written or oral narratives of Asherah that we know of, I will tell you a story that may have been told by early Hebrew women to explain creation. This should give you a good idea of Asherah or Eloah's role in creation and how she was important in the people's everyday lives. Following the story I will give you some brief information from which I draw the story....

In the beginning, the earth was formless and void. El and Eloah decided to make the world a livable place for the creatures they wanted to create. El began creating the heavens- all the stars in the sky, the planets, the sun and the moon.

Eloah began creating the earth- she took the form of the sea and washed over all the land, creating rivers and streams. She caused mountains and hills to rise up from the ocean, creating dry land. Trees sprung up along the rivers she had created and on the mountains and hills. El joined her when he was finished with the heavens and he began to create all the animals and insects that crawl upon the earth. They stepped back and El said to Eloah, “This is good. I am happy with this place we created.” Eloah said to El, “Someone needs to watch over the earth and its animals; we should have our children do that. They will be like us so they will know how to take care of this place.” So El and Eloah joined and soon, Eloah gave birth to twins, one male and one female. These children of God and Goddess were called Adam and Eve, the parents of all humanity. El said “This is definitely good. Now we have children to carry out the duty of taking care of this world we created. But to be sure, I will watch over the heavens and you watch over the earth.”

And so this is how the earth was created and why God the Father watches over us from the heavens and God the Mother watches over the earth in which we dwell. El feeds our plants with water from the rains, he warms us with his sun, and he protects us from our enemies with his eyes that never sleep. Our Mother is our Tree of Life from which all things are born and grow. She watches over the earth to make sure that the rivers flow and that trees grow tall and strong. She gives us shelter in her caves and helps our plants grow to feed us. Our Mother helps our wives in childbirth and comforts us when we are sad. 

And now for a brief history of Asherah/Eloah in the early development of Judaism. After Abraham was called by Yahweh and recruited some followers, he had a difficult time cutting out Asherah and the other regional gods. However, as time progressed in the Old Testament, the temptation to worship other gods lessened, while the blatant worship of Asherah along side of Yahweh continued. One reason for this has been suggested by Raphael Patai in his book, The Hebrew Goddess. He compared religions around the world and saw that there was an almost innate need for people to recognize a divine mother as well as a divine father. As you probably know, out of the hundreds of thousands of religions that currently exist or have ever existed, only Islam and Judaism can be seen as wholly monotheistic, and, along with Christianity, lacking a female deity. Patai suggested that it was difficult for the religious leaders in early Judaism to suppress Asherah because of this seemingly universal desire to recognize a nurturing, compassionate, Mother Goddess. 

Asherah’s name means “Lady of the Sea,” “Tree of Life,” “She Who Gives Birth” and for the Caananites, “Mother of the Gods.” In reference to the Tree of Life, an object called an Asherah was a sacred pole carved out of the terebinth tree and placed next to the altars of Yahweh, thus worshipping both the mother and the father at once. Her own specific places of worship were on hilltops, (called "High Places" in the Bible), and in forests and groves. Through her association with trees, she was seen as the part of Elohim who brought fertility, new growth, successful crops and watched over nature. Along with life in nature, she was also seen as the Bread of Life for the Hebrew people. Hebrew women would make special loaves of Asherah bread, which would be blessed, then ritually eaten. Some scholars say this is the precursor of the communion wafer.

Hebrew women, in general, had a closer attachment to Asherah, seeing as how they did not play much of a role in their religion. Of course, there were some great women such as Esther, Deborah, and Rebecca, but women playing a part in early Judaism was definitely the exception instead of the rule. In archaeological sites that date back to Biblical times, small statues of Asherah are found in what would most likely be bedrooms and kitchen areas. It is widely accepted that although the religious leaders frowned on the worship of Asherah, the common people, mainly women, would still have small figures of Asherah in their households.

This should not come as a surprise, since women of that time had a considerably lower status than they do today, and since there were no priestesses for them to go to for support, they had to find their own faith. What could Yahweh know about childbirth without epidurals? How could they pray to him for relief of menstrual pain in a time before Ibuprofen? What did Yahweh know about being beaten by a husband or raped by a neighbor? There were no Battered Women’s Shelters then, or anti depressants for post-partum depression. It would not make sense for them to pray to a male god for female issues. I’m sure that if there was ever a society that had only one Deity and it was a Goddess, the men might feel strange praying to a Goddess to cure him of impotence or premature ejaculation..... I see you all chuckling..... But now you see the reality of the Hebrew women’s world.

I think the Hebrew men slightly understood this dilemma that their wives and sisters faced and they were more lenient on Asherah worship than they were of Ba’al worship or other gods. An interesting, but little known fact about the Temple of Jerusalem is that an Asherah statue was housed there for two-thirds of the time that the Temple stood during Biblical times. Apparently, one of the wives of Solomon brought it with her when she married him, and he allowed it to remain in the Temple for quite some time. And he was viewed as the wisest man who ever lived! Also, when Elijah wanted to prove the power of God or Yahweh, he called out the 450 priests of Ba’al and the 400 priestesses of Asherah. Although he was there to disprove both Ba’al and Asherah, he focused on the priests of Ba’al and derided them during their prayers, eventually killing them all, but he does nothing to the priestesses of Asherah.

My time is too short to tell you of all the other mysteries of Asherah and of the hidden faith of early Hebrew women, so I will conclude by saying that religions of the world are not so different as some may think. It seems that people are made with a psychological longing to believe in a divine mother and father, and no matter how different religions try to suppress that desire, it will never be completely silenced. Asherah is just one such example.

....[Emily Maloy]: Wow. Thank you Bathia, for that great story. You know, I grew up in a Christian environment, and no matter how much my parents and religious leaders tried to tell me that God understood all of my problems, I never really felt like he could. I could never figure out how God could have a son without the son having a mother. There were just too many holes that a male God could not fill, so I am glad to hear that there were other women like me back in Biblical times! Having a Mother Goddess and a Father God takes care of many of the unanswered questions that have been nagging me since childhood.... But now, we must move on to Brenna Long who will tell us about the Celtic Mother Goddess Brigid who was also closely related to earth and nature as Asherah was. 

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Gives us all a bad name. And poisons all hearts. 

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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.

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.

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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.

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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. 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. 

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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