Writings :: Ascension Discourse on Love Pt lV. The Misogyny. As Usual. Again l. Amera Ziganii Rao

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Writings :: Ascension Discourse on Love Pt lV. The Misogyny. As Usual. Again l. Amera Ziganii Rao 

AMERA ZIGANII RAO ALCHEMY & LIBERATION & HUMANITY™

THE EVOLUTION OF HUMAN RIGHTS: APPLIED CONSCIOUSNESS™, LOLITA FEMINISM™, METAPHYSICAL PHILOSOPHY & SACRED SEXUALISM™. POST TRIBE SOCIAL REFORM™. POWER IS THE NEW LOVE. FREEDOM + HOPELESSNESS + SEX. NIHILISM FOR A SUCCESSFUL LIFE™ THE LOST KNOWLEDGE™ THE WIZARDRY OF BEING™ POLITICAL SPIRITUALITY™ TRUE NEW LOVE. BEYOND THE REVOLUTION™

Only an intelligent universe can be intelligible to the rational mind. Deepak Chopra 

Those who tell the stories rule society. Plato

There is truth in wine and children. Plato

Most obstacles melt away when we make up our minds to walk boldly through them . ~ Orison Marden

This is the time of tension between dying and birth. T.S. Eliot 

As far as I'm concerned there are two types of women, the ones who like chocolate and complete bitches. ~ Dawn French

Life is a long lesson in humility. ~J. M. Barrie

Although it's admirable to be ambitious and hard-working, it's more desirable to be smart-working. John Maxwell

Science is an activity in consciousness. Deepak Chopra 

The best way to predict the future is to create it. Peter Drucker

Travel brings power and love back into your life. Rumi

There are three things that last: faith, hope and love, and the greatest of these is love.~ I Corinthians 13:13

Do right and fear no man (woman). (English Proverb, 15th Century)

We cannot become what we need to be by remaining what we are. Max De Pree

The angels will help you see the possibilities that are open to you. Doreen Virtue 

I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious. ~ Albert Einstein

I believe the most important single thing, beyond discipline & creativity is daring to dare. Maya Angelou

The words of truth are simple. ~ Aeschylus

POST TRIBE SOCIAL REFORM™. Amera Ziganii Rao 

Feminist Lolita Intellectuals™. We'll add Hunter to that. Don't forget the guy. Don’t forget the Feminist and don’t forget the PROFESSIONAL intellectual. Don't forget the hunter. Lolita is going to blind you for a while and it should. It’s what you have yearned for since time, and you are right. No man yearns it more than me.

The rest is the maddening disciplines of beating yourself out of being the female killer at the same time. We don’t want that, in or out of the bedroom, do we? We yearn for the purity of true friendship too, despite the Darth Vader legacy. The care that goes with the greatest love fucking miracle of heart and soul, that we battle and champion for. Everything that is the truth of true love. At last. True life, true love, true art, true soul, true GENDER humanity. 

We’re getting there. Your Feminist Lolita Intellectual CO-HUNTER™ is at peace. She has a beautiful beast who’s listening, despite his remaining mortal husk. A beast who can grow as fast as her. A beast who teaches her too. At last. Compassion. Our only goal. All of us. 

She leads in the new lighter and consistent cleansing of his tired warlord, but with the same need for self discipline in herself. 

Love with you is a heady thing. Just the adoration is too seductive a thing. A gift that has to be treated well. 

We are also, only just beginning to heal our broken humanitarian hearts. The hearts of global civic duty, egoless, selfless, giving leadership. The new challenge for all in soul. It was never just for oneself. The broken humanitarian heart is the Warrior Class heart. The hearts I now see, of all Werewolves and Nymphs on earth. The giants that we were once were, all broken and exhausted and cynical beyond cynicism, soldiers. Soldiers, as slaves, soldiers as freedom fighters, soldiers as henchmen from hell, we are all just exhausted soldiers. 

As we heal that, as you and I see this incredible new dawn now, we heal not just our own wounds of war in the home, in relationship, in personal relationships, in even the group relationship, in group relationships, in relationships with groups, we step into final leadership. Civic duty, as a conscious choice. True friendship and parenthood and true adulthood, if you like. It’s all the same thing. The micro serves the macro for The Warrior Class. We are all involved with the planet, beyond our noses. 

This is the Intelligentsia, all the centres of the world’s cultural, political, ideological, philosophical and sociological and spiritual and sexual drive. The intelligence of the world. All of us. 

As love heals the heart in the magically, at last, personal, soul primal partnership of what feels like all lifetimes, we are being stripped of our self interest to the ultimate level. We do not get the gift free. That is the parallel for all of us, Werewolves and Nymphs, male and female, female and male, all seduced out of it with ‘their’ – the Draconian Reptilian powers that be - relentless and Hitler minded methods of psychological warfare on our souls. 

Tories or Reptiles, whatever level you look at it on, the same thing remains. What are WE going to do to contribute. The question every Warrior Class individual asks of him or herself, but surely, also the single area of rage left. ‘Don’t want to.’ And ‘I want to’. Our global splinter. 

All prophets, artists and philosophers are first, humanitarian revolutionaries. They’ve killed us all off. The years of the death of the soul have worked. Everyone is dead. Just like ‘they’ wanted. Cynicism is their greatest, most invisible weapon. Consciousness being the new politics. 

Purify and love the heart and the true mind and they don’t have a chance. 

So, we are right at that threshold, where love is no longer a long distance dream for us. The heart has moved into compassion. As we do that, we heal our hedonism into a pure art form too. Our love into a honed art form too. Beyond The Tribe, beyond hell. Into redemption as a state of being. The sociological aspects of love dependency if you see what I mean. My purpose is human rights, yours is that through many forms. I say it in general, to keep our compassion alive. 

In the home, in the Lolita struggle it is more simple. Behave and learn how to do it now. You’re beautiful, and definitely the right one for me. But every day it seems, ‘we have just begun’. It’s a glorious gift, so let’s treat it well, even if you still want to cut off my arms and limbs and tie me up in a cage. It’s okay. I’m used to it. 

We are here to hunt and we are here to give and we are here to love and we are here to sex. Both of us. Alone and separate and together. I’m a guy too remember. And I have got rather a lot to do too. 

Just keep at it. You are doing well. The Feminist Lolita Intellectual Co-Hunter™ culture, with the Feminist Lolita Intellectual Co-Hunter™’s Super Sacred Brother Lover™ has most certainly gone live. 

But my life is still my story and yours the world where I will live my story, as ours. With you and without you. You, my sweet need to get used to that. Ego in all its sincerity has many layers of illusion. Nice, romanticised illusion. That will suffocate and traumatise me dead. But not before I kill you and we’re not having that. 

Daughters and Daddies, the glory of this world. The yearning, since ‘the beginning’ of this world. The holy truth of the silly outside ‘normal world’ bourgeois titillation that surrounds our unique Warrior Class world. 

We both are making sure, we do it completely right. Redemption is proving to be such an exquisite sight. 

'The Elvis and Priscilla Lockup' to Feminist Lolita Intellectuals Co-Hunters™. You're a lucky man. I'm a luckier woman. For real. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

POST TRIBE SOCIAL REFORM™ Pt ll

THE LOST KNOWLEDGE™. Amera Ziganii Rao 

The Werewolf Sacred Warrior™ Again

I'll find out. I know it's that 'biblical'. It most certainly is that profound and that full of grief. But don't you worry. It's also full of our love and there is nothing to describe how big that is. Let alone, the love of The Universe. Everything was mean to be as it was and everything is meant to be as it is now. 

We get this miraculous thing called redemption. The cleansing of your soul for 8000 years. Mine too. The Executioner and Victim dynamic is done. The lifetimes of forgetting the women, because you were told to. Now we get to be father and daughter again. King and princess. Warrior and damsel. All our deepest true, sacred, fantasy dreams. The Sacred Partnership, clearly. You and I are the promised land. 

You forgive yourself and forgive the fact you had to do it. You are again, A Sacred Warrior. A Werewolf Sacred Warrior™. You always were. They just told you to forget about the women. They told you to put us in the kennels with the dogs because you had to. It is done. That’s what confused humane men like you. You love animals. And animals love you. 

That’s the history of the world, and the history of any human being in any one lifetime too – the patriarchal family dynamic we are all steeped in whether we like it or not - our journey through hell with our other great loves are over. They didn’t make it and we did. The slaughter of my kind is the story and how your kind had to do it. How your kind, both male and female, have to do it every single day now, out of the extraordinary conditioning that is ego. 

Our redemption is that we get to tell that story together. In the love ‘they’ stole out of us, with their incessant ‘divide and rule’. The art of misogyny, the art of the misogyny family by men and women, the female genocide and the art, indeed of male suicide, as well as his homicides. 

‘They’ did well and my vengeance is over. We have loved many times and they are all in our hearts. Especially the last one. He was my first love. My first, great love. The one I had to explore the whole darkness of man through. The one left in healing, as any exhausted soldier has the right to be, whether he can go all the way or not. All of them, exhausted and cynical soldiers like us. It is we who first, get to the promised land. It is we, who can show the way, whether everyone can make it this lifetime or not. 

We all carry the grief and success of destiny, whoever we are and whoever we now, have, miraculously and in synergy, found, at no less than the turn of the world axis in Ascension. 

The healed Intelligentsia of the world, rich or poor, educated or not educated, we are all broken humanitarians and we are the ones the world needs in all our forms, whatever platforms we speak from and whatever levels of life we contribute to and whatever levels of abuse and denial of human rights we come from. 

The Warrior Class™. The ones who remember when we were giants. All of us. The world that was The Sacred Whore High Priestess Warrior Hierophant Society™. When we all lived in sex and love and humanity and wisdom and joy. In the all power. All hunters and lovers together. Magicians of both worlds. Shaman. Girl Priestess Warrior Monarchs™ and their Warrior Wizard Kings. Nymphs and Werewolves. In whatever gender dynamic that comes in. The perfection we all seek. It is real. 

We give each other redemption. We are allowed. It is done. 

THE great love, after the great love. THE love. The one at the end of time. You. 

When, of course, you can make it through that threshold. Giving up addiction to power, per se. You don’t need it. You already have it. You realise you have it and then you don’t have a problem sharing it. I had to do it, you can too. 

Men are NOT original sin. You are allowed to rely on The Universe too. You can share power per se, with IT first. That’s the place where you need to begin. You are being told to come home. You are not original sin. 

The psychology of the anthropology. Compassion. Taming the wild heart of greed and need. Our only job. The psychology of the anthropology of the politics of the sociology of the spiritual of the mental of the wholeness of existence. It’s all the same thing in the end. Love is sharing power. Love is love. 

And what if you were always one of the good ones, who got lost into ego like me? There is, it seems a parallel difference. You have me.

Let go of the guilt, male or female Werewolf. You avoid responsibility in the end, by not going back. Go back, clear it, feel the pain, find out if you have anything to feel guilty about at all and if you do, forgive. You are not on your own and you clearly believe you are completely alone. You are not. The Universe carries you too. Give up neediness and the abandoned child that we all have to and paradoxically, hand over childhood to The Universe/the unseen again. Your Higher Self is the only parent you will ever need. You have yet to meet him and her. They are waiting. 

You are one of the ones who can actually see. See them/it carrying you and you will share. And then you will share with me. God loves you too. You were not left out or unworthy. You fucked up. And now you are back. That will more than do. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

The Mind of Wizard, Werewolf and Nymph 

It is your own glorious, brilliant mind that drives ME wild too. It just shows all that mind is. Mind is the primal thought, the whole thought, the glorious ocean of nebulous spiritual intelligence. You swim in that ocean for me. You are, too, high mind. Deep mind, deep heart, deep loins. You are too, high spiritual intelligence. You need to know that. Wizard is mind. You are wizard too. You are wizard first. And you are wizard, last. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Siren ll Pt V (Artwork) 

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'The Elvis and Priscilla Lockup' to Feminist Lolita Intellectuals Co-Hunters™. You're a lucky man. I'm a luckier woman. For real. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Men and Women of Werewolf and Money and Love. Amera Ziganii Rao 

As I wake up into my new mindlessly, challenging, same same, dawn, I see the irony of life indeed. There is no woman on earth who has wanted to rely financially on a man, less than me. Such is the deep unavoidable, maddening purpose of any true life. I made that decision at 8. 

And yet, 40 years later, I am still stuck in the same soulless and awful, pointless negotiation for something I never wanted. I never wanted their money. I wanted love. Now, honestly, I don’t even want that. 

I wanted love when I had no idea that for men and women of that archetype, their money can never not lie in the bed with us. Their control over you, their domestic fascism and their demand that you earn every penny they give you. I never wanted a husband as a boss. I never wanted that kind of love and worked my whole life, to make sure that never happened. 

I went for love, because I never believed they could give anything else. I finally see that for men, and women of Werewolf, their money is their love. I see. And the two have to go together. The Werewolf and Nymph dynamic has to be about money and slavery and domestic slavery and trophism, despite all the best laid plans. We do have the most infuriatingly ironical paths to cross. I never wanted to rely on anyone ever. I have never believed it was possible. Apparently, I am destined, to see. 

Such is the pure of heart on this planet. The priest purpose of martyrdom and taking the blows, long after abuse addiction, dependency, everything. Long after I am well again, and of course, in the hard disciplines of a compassionate life, why wouldn’t it be me? 

We are all vehicles of the Divine Plan and can only submit. Finally, I am going to see the humour. A woman who has fought all her life for self determination and won, and a woman whose only purpose is still, again, to find the penicillin for the human race of the Werewolf archetype. I found mine. My life’s work is to be to find his. Or his, or his, or his, or his. I get it. It’s funny. Like attracts like indeed. I don’t believe in male love and neither does he. We should get along fine. The martyrdom life. One might as well laugh and the penicillin cure, might just be found. Sainthood is the new demand. Why the fuck not. I am never going to be allowed to do anything else. 

Healing my castration for self determination has made not the slightest difference. I still have to wait for him 'to look after me'. It's the only way I am ever going to be allowed to live. 

And who knows, maybe I help. Selfless love. The highest demand, for the highest level. Sacred Whore High Priestess Warrior™ indeed. Virginia Wolf called it ‘A Room of One’s Own’. I go further. ‘A Life of One’s Own’. My only wish but one that will never be realised. I am stuck to them, whether I like it or not. The most unlikely, non gold digger digger, forced into gold digging as a way of life. What an irony indeed. I never wanted it. But it clearly wants me. 

A man or woman of Werewolf therefore, can only enter love, by giving MATERIALLY. And that means, giving, not paying a salary (or not paying a salary) for domestic slavery or trophism. Women are not your spoils of war. 

A woman or man of Nymph can therefore, only enter redemption, long after entering love, by giving EMOTIONALLY & SPIRITUALLY. 

Co-dependency with a psychotic partner or Sacred Whore High Priestess Warrior to a corrupt and broken and dead soldier, it’s the same thing. That’s the findings so far. I will keep reporting. Clearly, I still have plenty to do in Hades. The soul of man. Lost forever. We’ll see. It’s not my job to believe or not believe. As Aragorn says in The Lord of The Rings: The Return of The King, ‘I give hope to men. I keep none for myself’. 

Indeed. Back to the joyless winter. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Ownership Psychosis™ and Misogyny. Amera Ziganii Rao 

Ownership Psychosis™ and Misogyny. The psychology and the politics. Your mortal husk. Our journey ahead. Ownership Psychosis™ being the psychological and emotional sickness of love dependency, in a man or woman of the Werewolf archetype, based on the belief that need is love, that might is right and that need is love. Like all ego, but ownership demand madness, as opposed to neediness of helplessness madness. Same thing. 

The misogyny is the uneducated mind. Our journey ahead. And when we say misogyny, we clearly mean financial misogyny. The belief that official slavery is love. That is misogyny. That you buy a wife to plant in your house as the next domestic slave, trophy and helper. That, to misogynists is love. 

That, to me, my dear, makes me officially and forever, today, release any notion of any love. I do this out of spiritual duty now. I can no longer relate to ‘love’ like that. I do it for ‘Rome’ now. Certainly, not for me. 

Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere, I’m not allowed. And I’m sure you have plenty of time to get used to it. The concept of even saying goodbye to either of those things. 

I’m sure we have a very long way to go to find out the psyche of the antagonist force on earth. You. The protagonist is already done. Me. 

‘Neo’ has yet to rid the world of ‘Agent Smith’ (The Matrix). ‘Agent Smith’, the ‘Oracle’ tells ‘Neo’, is him. We are stuck forever. It is our purpose. Your ego is my ‘Agent Smith’. I am most definitely a Sacred Whore High Priestess Warrior™ Neo. You will be cleansed of the Ownership Psychosis™ through the education of your rampant slavery need mind. That’s the problem. You don’t want it. We shall see. We shall have to see. I am not allowed to do anything else. And maybe, you will finally see the light. 

No longer my problem. I am here to serve and to rid the world of ‘Agent Smiths’. You, are now, my next work. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Deep down, there is a young boy who once loved. It is my purpose and duty, to find him. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

The male ego is a selfish non giving Knight in Shining Armour. Soul is the true. The female ego is a selfishly selfless damsel in distress. Soul is the true. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

As a healing chattel, I am here to free chattel all over the world. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012

Giving for oneself is ego. Giving for the other is soul. Financial misogyny is giving for oneself. Loving is soul. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Misogynist authoritarianism demands that women be complicit in their own dehumanization. 

Sikivu Hutchinson

I may be on the side of the angels but don't think for one second that I'm one of them. 

Sherlock Holmes

Like Water for Chocolate 

....the family tradition of the youngest daughter not marrying but taking care of her mother until the day she dies.....

Like Water for Chocolate (Spanish: Como agua para chocolate) is a popular novel published in 1989 by first-time Mexican novelist Laura Esquivel.

The novel follows the story of a young girl named Tita who longs her entire life to marry her lover, Pedro, but can never have him because of her mother's upholding of the family tradition of the youngest daughter not marrying but taking care of her mother until the day she dies. Tita is only able to express herself when she cooks.

Esquivel employs magical realism to combine the supernatural with the ordinary.

The book is divided into twelve sections named after the months of the year, starting with January. Each section begins with a Mexican recipe. The chapters outline the preparation of the dish and ties it to an event in the protagonist's life.

Tita de la Garza, the novel's main protagonist, is fifteen at the start of the story. She lives with her mother, Mama Elena, and her older sisters Gertrudis and Rosaura, on a ranch near the Mexico – US border.

Pedro is a neighbor and another main protagonist with whom Tita falls in love at first sight. He asks Mama Elena for Tita’s hand in marriage, but Mama Elena forbids it, citing the De la Garza family tradition which demands that the youngest daughter (in this case Tita) must remain unmarried and take care of her mother until her mother's death. She suggests that Pedro marries Tita's sister, Rosaura, instead of Tita. In order to stay close to Tita, Pedro decides to follow Mama Elena's advice.

Tita has a love of the kitchen and a deep connection with food, a skill enhanced by the fact that Nacha, the family cook, was her primary caretaker as Tita grew up. Her love for cooking also comes from the fact that she was born in the kitchen.

Pedro and Rosaura have a son, Roberto. Rosaura is unable to nurse Roberto, so Tita brings Roberto to her breast to stop the baby from crying. Tita begins to produce breast milk and is able to nurse the baby. This draws her and Pedro closer than ever. They begin meeting secretly, snatching their few times together by sneaking around the ranch and behind the backs of Mama Elena and Rosaura.

Tita’s strong emotions become infused into her cooking, and she unintentionally begins to affect the people around her through the food she prepares. After one particularly rich meal of quail in rose petal sauce flavored with Tita’s erotic thoughts of Pedro, Tita's older sister Gertrudis becomes inflamed with lust and leaves the ranch in order to make ravenous love with a revolutionary soldier on the back of a horse, later ending up in a brothel and subsequently disowned by her mother.

Rosaura and Pedro are forced to leave for San Antonio, Texas, at the urging of Mama Elena, who suspects a relationship between Tita and Pedro. Rosaura loses her son Roberto and later becomes infertile from complications during the birth of her daughter Esperanza.

Upon learning the news of her nephew's death, whom she cared for herself, Tita blames her mother. Mama Elena responds by smacking Tita across the face with a wooden spoon. Tita, destroyed by the death of her beloved nephew and unwilling to cope with her mother's controlling ways, secludes herself in the dovecote until the sympathetic Dr. John Brown soothes and comforts her. Mama Elena states there is no place for "lunatics" like Tita on the farm, and wants her to be institutionalized. 

However, the doctor decides to take care of Tita at his home instead. Tita develops a close relationship with Dr. Brown, even planning to marry him at one point, but her underlying feelings for Pedro do not waver.

While John is away, Tita loses her virginity to Pedro. A month later, Tita is worried she may be pregnant with Pedro’s child. Her mother's ghost taunts her, telling her that she and her child are cursed. Gertrudis, Tita’s other older sister, visits the ranch for a special holiday and makes Pedro overhear about Tita’s pregnancy, causing Tita and Pedro to argue about running away together. This causes Pedro to get drunk and sing below Tita’s window while she is arguing with Mama Elena’s ghost. 

Just as she confirms she isn't pregnant and frees herself of her mother's grasp once and for all, Mama Elena's ghost gets revenge on Tita by setting Pedro on fire, leaving him bedridden for a while and behaving like “a child throwing a tantrum”.

Meanwhile, Tita is preparing for the return of her fiance, John, and is hesitant to tell him that she cannot marry him because she is no longer a virgin. Rosaura comes to the kitchen while Tita is cooking and argues with her over Tita's involvement with Rosaura’s daughter Esperenza’s life and the tradition of the youngest daughter remaining at home to care for the mother until she dies, a tradition which Tita despises. She vows not to let it ruin her niece's life as it did hers. John and his deaf great-aunt comes over and Tita tells him that she cannot marry him. John seems to accept it, “reaching for Tita’s hand...with a smile on his face”.

Many years later, Tita is preparing for Esperanza’s and John's son Alex’s wedding to one another, now that Rosaura has died from digestive problems. During the wedding, Pedro proposes to Tita saying that he does not want to “die without making [Tita] [his] wife”. Tita accepts and Pedro dies having sex with her in the kitchen storage room right after the wedding. 

Tita is overcome with sorrow and cold, and begins to eat matches. The candles are sparked by the heat of his memory, creating a spectacular fire that engulfs them both, eventually consuming the entire ranch.

The narrator of the story is the daughter of Esperanza, Pedro's daughter. The narrator (who was also nicknamed Tita, after her great-aunt) then says that all that survived under the smoldering rubble of the ranch was Tita's cookbook, which contained all the recipes described in the preceding chapters.

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Marnie

There can be no more relevant narrative than Alfred Hitchcock's Marnie. The epitome of the true knight in shining armour, who actually does a 'Sacred Whore High Priestess Warrior' on the angry, cruel and hurt damsel in distress. 

Of course, I grew up with this film, thinking someone was going to rescue me. I am long long long past that. 

But the male Sacred Whore High Priestess Warriors should enjoy it. I am sure they can relate. But for all of us, taking a person back into their past is the only way to heal any ego of either archetype. I did it to myself. 

The Werewolf archetype won't go back. That is the challenge. Horse whispering for human beings. Taking them back to the wound. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Marnie is a 1964 psychological thriller directed by Alfred Hitchcock and based on the novel of the same name by Winston Graham. The film stars Tippi Hedren and Sean Connery.

Evan Hunter produced initial drafts of the screenplay, but was replaced by Jay Presson Allen after creative differences. The original film score was composed by Bernard Herrmann.

Margaret "Marnie" Edgar (Hedren) is a troubled young woman who has an unnatural fear and mistrust of men, thunderstorms, and the color red. She is also a thief. She uses her charms on Sidney Strutt (Martin Gabel) to get a job without references. Then late one night, she steals the contents of the company safe and disappears.

Mark Rutland (Connery), a widower who owns a large publishing company, is a customer of Strutt's. He learns about the theft from the victim, and remembers the woman.

Unaware of this, Marnie applies for a job at Mark's company; he hires her and they begin to date. He too is robbed, but he tracks her down. He has fallen in love with her, and instead of handing her over to the police, blackmails her into marrying him.

They leave on a honeymoon cruise. He finds out about her frigidity. At first, he respects her wishes, but later rapes her. The next morning, she attempts suicide by drowning in the ship's swimming pool, but Mark rescues her in time.

Upon their return, Mark tries to discover the reason behind Marnie's behavior. In the end, they visit her mother, Bernice (Louise Latham) in Baltimore, Maryland, and learn that she used to be a prostitute. When Marnie was six years old, one of Bernice's clients (a sailor played by Bruce Dern) had tried drunkenly to calm the child when she was frightened by a thunderstorm, petting her and kissing her. 

It seemed to Bernice that the sailor was molesting Marnie, so she attacked him. During the struggle the sailor fell on Bernice and broke her leg. Seeing her mother struggling and in great pain, the child struck the sailor with a fireplace poker, killing him. The bloodshed led to her distrust of men and fear of the color red. Once the origin of her fears is revealed to her, she seems to decide that she wants to try to make her marriage work.

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When the writing is really working, I think there is something like dreaming going on. John Hersey

Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved. Barbra Johnson

Just because we are in the midst of our own storms doesn't mean we can't help others in extraordinary ways. Rock Christopher 

The Soul of the World is nourished by people's happiness. And also by unhappiness, envy, jealousy. Paulo Coelho 

Life isn't long enough for love and art. ~ Maugham

Love does not dominate; it cultivates. JW von Goethe

Failure is nature's plan to prepare you for great responsibilities. Napolean Hill 

Being called "tough minded" with "a reporter's impatience with mush" in paris review has reduced me to mush. Rebecca Meade. Paris Review

Bram Stoker's Dracula 

Dracula is an 1897 Gothic horror novel by Irish author Bram Stoker.

(Francis Ford Coppola's film: In 1462, Vlad Dracula, a member of the Order of the Dragon, returns from a victory against the Turks to find his wife, Elisabeta, has committed suicide after receiving a false report of his death. Enraged that his wife is now damned for committing suicide, Dracula desecrates his chapel and renounces God, declaring that he will rise from the grave to avenge Elisabeta with all the powers of darkness. In a fit of rage, he stabs the cross with his sword and drinks the blood which pours out of it.

In 1897, newly-qualified solicitor Jonathan Harker takes the Transylvanian Count Dracula as a client from his colleague R. M. Renfield, who has gone insane. Jonathan travels to Transylvania to arrange Dracula's real estate acquisition in London, including Carfax Abbey. Jonathan meets Dracula, who discovers a picture of Harker's fiancée, Mina, and believes that she is the reincarnation of Elisabeta. Dracula leaves Jonathan to be raped and fed upon by his brides and sails to England with boxes of his native soil, taking up residence at Carfax Abbey. His arrival is foretold by the ravings of Renfield, now an inmate in Dr. Jack Seward's neighboring insane asylum.

In London, Dracula emerges as a wolf-like creature amid a fierce thunderstorm and hypnotically seduces, then rapes and bites Lucy Westenra, with whom Mina is staying while Jonathan is in Transylvania. Lucy's deteriorating health and behavioral changes prompts Lucy's former suitors Quincey Morris and Dr. Seward, along with her fiancée, Arthur Holmwood, to summon Dr. Abraham Van Helsing, who recognizes Lucy as the victim of a vampire.

Dracula, appearing young and handsome during daylight, meets and charms Mina. When Mina receives word from Jonathan, who has escaped the castle and recovered at a convent, she travels to Romania to marry him. In his fury, Dracula transforms Lucy into a vampire. Van Helsing, Holmwood, Seward and Morris kill Lucy.) 

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Famous for introducing the character of the vampire Count Dracula, the novel tells the story of Dracula's attempt to move from Transylvania to England, and the battle between Dracula and a small group of men and women led by Professor Abraham Van Helsing.

Dracula has been assigned to many literary genres including vampire literature, horror fiction, the gothic novel and invasion literature. The novel touches on themes such as the role of women in Victorian culture, sexual conventions, immigration, colonialism, and post-colonialism. Although Stoker did not invent the vampire, he defined its modern form, and the novel has spawned numerous theatrical, film and television interpretations.

The novel is told in epistolary format, as a series of letters, diary entries, ships' log entries, and so forth. The main writers of these items are also the novel's protagonists. The story is occasionally supplemented with newspaper clippings that relate events not directly witnessed by the story's characters. The events portrayed in the novel take place largely in England and Transylvania during 1893.

The tale begins with Jonathan Harker, a newly qualified English solicitor, journeying by train and carriage from England to Count Dracula's crumbling, remote castle (situated in the Carpathian Mountains on the border of Transylvania, Bukovina, and Moldavia). The purpose of his mission is to provide legal support to Dracula for a real estate transaction overseen by Harker's employer, Peter Hawkins, of Exeter in England. At first enticed by Dracula's gracious manner, Harker soon discovers that he has become a prisoner in the castle. He also begins to see disquieting facets of Dracula's nocturnal life. One night while searching for a way out of the castle, and against Dracula's strict admonition not to venture outside his room at night, Harker falls under the spell of three wanton female vampires, "the Sisters". He is saved at the last second by the Count, because he wants to keep Harker alive just long enough to obtain needed legal advice and teachings about England and London (Dracula's planned travel destination so as to be among the "teeming millions"). Harker barely escapes from the castle with his life.

Not long afterward, a Russian ship, the Demeter, having weighed anchor at Varna, runs aground on the shores of Whitby, England, during a fierce tempest. All of the crew are missing and presumed dead, and only one body is found, that of the captain tied to the ship's helm. The captain's log is recovered and tells of strange events that had taken place during the ship's journey. These events led to the gradual disappearance of the entire crew apparently owing to a malevolent presence on board the ill-fated ship. An animal described as a large dog is seen on the ship leaping ashore. The ship's cargo is described as silver sand and boxes of "mould", or earth, from Transylvania.

Soon Dracula is tracking Harker's devoted fiancée, Wilhelmina "Mina" Murray, and her friend, Lucy Westenra. Lucy receives three marriage proposals in one day, from Dr. John Seward; Quincey Morris; and the Hon. Arthur Holmwood (later Lord Godalming). Lucy accepts Holmwood's proposal while turning down Seward and Morris, but all remain friends. Dracula has a notable encounter with Seward's patient Renfield, an insane man who means to consume insects, spiders, birds, and other creatures — in ascending order of size — in order to absorb their "life force". Renfield acts as a motion sensor, detecting Dracula's proximity and supplying clues accordingly.

Lucy begins to waste away suspiciously. All of her suitors fret, and Seward calls in his old teacher, Professor Abraham Van Helsing from Amsterdam. Van Helsing immediately determines the cause of Lucy's condition but refuses to disclose it, knowing that Seward's faith in him will be shaken if he starts to speak of vampires. Van Helsing tries multiple blood transfusions, but they are clearly losing ground. On a night when Van Helsing must return to Amsterdam (and his message to Seward asking him to watch the Westenra household is delayed), Lucy and her mother are attacked by a wolf. Mrs. Westenra, who has a heart condition, dies of fright, and Lucy apparently dies soon after.

Lucy is buried, but soon afterward the newspapers report children being stalked in the night by, in their words, a "bloofer lady" (i.e., "beautiful lady"). Van Helsing, knowing that this means Lucy has become a vampire, confides in Seward, Lord Godalming, and Morris. The suitors and Van Helsing track her down, and after a disturbing confrontation between her vampiric self and Arthur, they stake her heart, behead her, and fill her mouth with garlic.

Around the same time, Jonathan Harker arrives home from recuperation in Budapest (where Mina joined and married him after his escape from the castle); he and Mina also join the coalition, who turn their attentions to dealing with Dracula.

After Dracula learns of Van Helsing's and the others' plot against him, he takes revenge by visiting – and feeding from – Mina at least three times. Dracula also feeds Mina his blood, creating a spiritual bond between them to control her. The only way to forestall this is to kill Dracula first. Mina slowly succumbs to the blood of the vampire that flows through her veins, switching back and forth from a state of consciousness to a state of semi-trance during which she is telepathically connected with Dracula. This telepathic connection is established to be two-way, in that the Count can influence Mina, but in doing so betrays to her awareness of his surroundings.

After the group sterilizes all of his lairs in London by putting pieces of consecrated host in each box of earth, Dracula flees back to his castle in Transylvania, transported in a box with transfer and portage instructions forwarded, pursued by Van Helsing's group, who themselves are aided by Van Helsing hypnotizing Mina and questioning her about the Count. The group splits in three directions. Van Helsing goes to the Count's castle and kills his trio of brides, and shortly afterwards all converge on the Count just at sundown under the shadow of the castle. Harker and Quincey rush to Dracula's box, which is being transported by Gypsies. Harker shears Dracula through the throat with a Kukri while the mortally wounded Quincey, slashed by one of the crew, stabs the Count in the heart with a Bowie knife. Dracula crumbles to dust, and Mina is freed from his curse.

The book closes with a note about Mina's and Jonathan's married life and the birth of their first-born son, whom they name after all four members of the party, but refer to only as Quincey in remembrance of their American friend.

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Wuthering Heights 

Wuthering Heights is a novel by Emily Brontë, written between October 1845 and June 1846, and published in 1847 under the pseudonym Ellis Bell. It was her first and only published novel: she died aged 30 the following year. The decision to publish came after the success of her sister Charlotte's novel, Jane Eyre. After Emily's death, Charlotte edited the manuscript of WutheringHeights, and arranged for the edited version to be published as a posthumous second edition in 1850.

Wuthering Heights is the eponymous farmhouse on the Yorkshire moors where the story unfolds. The book's core theme is the destructive effect that jealousy and vengefulness have, both on the jealous or vengeful individuals and on their communities.

Although Wuthering Heights is now widely regarded as a classic of English literature, it received mixed reviews when first published, and was considered controversial because its depiction of mental and physical cruelty was so unusually stark.

In the second half of the 19th century, Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre was considered the best of the Brontë sisters' works, but later critics argued that Wuthering Heights was superior.

Wuthering Heights has inspired adaptations, including film, radio and television dramatisations, a musical by Bernard J. Taylor, a ballet, operas (by Bernard Herrmann, Carlisle Floyd, and Frédéric Chaslin), a role-playing game, and a 1978 song by Kate Bush.

Opening (chapters 1 to 3)

In 1801, Mr Lockwood, a wealthy man from the south of England, rented Thrushcross Grange in the north for peace and recuperation. He visited his landlord, Mr Heathcliff, who lives in a remote moorland farmhouse, "Wuthering Heights," where he finds an odd assemblage: Heathcliff seems to be a gentleman, but his manners are uncouth; the reserved mistress of the house is in her mid-teens; and a young man seems to be a family member yet dresses and speaks like a servant.

Snowed in, Lockwood is grudgingly allowed to stay and is shown to a bedchamber where he notices books and graffiti left by a former inhabitant named Catherine. He falls asleep and has a nightmare in which he sees the ghostly Catherine trying to enter through the window. He cries out in fear, rousing Heathcliff who rushes to the room. Lockwood was convinced that what he saw was real. Heathcliff, believing Lockwood to be right, examines the window and opens it hoping to allow Catherine's spirit to enter. When nothing happens, Heathcliff shows Lockwood to his own bedroom and returns to keep watch at the window.

At sunrise, Heathcliff escorts Lockwood back to Thrushcross Grange. Lockwood asks the housekeeper, Nelly Dean, about the family at Wuthering Heights, and she tells him the tale.

Heathcliff's childhood (chapters 4 to 17)

Thirty years earlier, Wuthering Heights was occupied by Mr Earnshaw, his teenage son Hindley, and his daughter Catherine. On a trip to Liverpool, Earnshaw encountered a homeless boy described as "dark-skinned gypsy in aspect". He adopted the boy and named him Heathcliff. Hindley felt Heathcliff supplanted him in his father's affections and became bitterly jealous. Catherine and Heathcliff became friends and spent hours each day playing on the moors. They grew too close and hated every moment they were apart.

Because of the sibling rivalry, Hindley was sent to college. Three years later Earnshaw died and Hindley became the master of Wuthering Heights. He returned to live there with his new wife, Frances. He allowed Heathcliff to stay but only as a servant.

The climb to Top Withens, thought to have inspired the Earnshaw's home in Wuthering Heights.

A few months after Hindley's return, Heathcliff and Catherine walked to Thrushcross Grange to spy on the Lintons who were living there. After being discovered, they tried to run away but were caught. Catherine was injured by the Lintons' dog and taken into the house to recuperate while Heathcliff was sent home. Catherine stayed at length with the Lintons and was influenced by their fine appearance and genteel manners. When she returned to Wuthering Heights, her appearance and manners were more ladylike and she laughed at Heathcliff's unkempt appearance. The next day, knowing the Lintons would visit, Heathcliff tried to dress up in an effort to impress Catherine, but he and Edgar Linton got into an argument and Hindley humiliated him by locking him in the attic. Catherine tried to comfort him, but he vowed revenge on Hindley.

The following year, Frances gave birth to a son Hareton, and she died a few months later. Hindley thus descended into drunkenness. Two more years passed and Catherine and Edgar Linton eventually became friends while she grew more apart from Heathcliff. While Hindley was away, Edgar visited Catherine who had argued with Nelly. Drawn into the argument, Edgar started to leave, but Catherine stopped him and he remained. Before long, they declared themselves lovers.

Catherine confessed to Nelly that Edgar proposed and she accepted, even though she did not love him—she loved Heathcliff but could not marry him because of his low birth and lack of education. She hoped to use her position as Edgar's wife to raise Heathcliff's standing. Heathcliff overheard and in despair ran away and disappeared without trace. Three years passed; Edgar and Catherine are married and live at Thrushcross Grange.

Six months later, Heathcliff returned, now a wealthy gentleman. Catherine was delighted; Edgar was not. Edgar's sister Isabella soon fell in love with Heathcliff, who despised her but encouraged the infatuation as a means for revenge against Edgar. One day, he embraced Isabella which led to an argument with Edgar. Upset, Catherine locked herself in her room.

Heathcliff took up residence at Wuthering Heights and spent his time gambling with Hindley and teaching Hareton bad habits. Hindley dissipated his wealth and mortgaged the farmhouse to Heathcliff to pay his debts. Heathcliff eloped with Isabella; two months later they returned to Wuthering Heights. Heathcliff heard Catherine was ill and with Nelly's help visited her secretly. Catherine was not only ill, but pregnant, and the following day gave birth to a daughter, Cathy, shortly before she died.

The day after Catherine's funeral, Isabella left Heathcliff and took refuge in the south of England. She too was pregnant and gave birth to a son, Linton. Hindley died six months after Catherine, and Heathcliff thus found himself master of Wuthering Heights.

Heathcliff's maturity (chapters 18 to 31)

After twelve years, Catherine and Edgar's daughter Cathy had grown into a beautiful, high-spirited girl. Edgar learned his sister Isabella was dying and leaves to retrieve her son Linton so he may adopt and educate the lad. Although Cathy rarely left the borders of the Grange, she took advantage of her father's absence to venture farther afield. She walked to the moors where she met Hareton and from him learned about Wuthering Heights and discovered she has a cousin in addition to Linton.

When Edgar returned with Linton, a weak and sickly boy, Cathy wanted him to stay but Heathcliff insisted he would live at Wuthering Heights.

Three years pass. Walking on the moors, Nelly and Cathy encountered Heathcliff, and he took them to Wuthering Heights to meet Linton and Hareton. He hoped Linton and Cathy would marry so Linton would become the heir to Thrushcross Grange. Linton and Cathy began a secret friendship, echoing the childhood friendship between his father and her mother.

The following year, Edgar became very ill. He takes a turn for the worse when Nelly and Cathy are visiting Wuthering Heights. Heathcliff prevents them from leaving and keeps them captive to encourage Cathy and Linton's courtship and to deny Edgar the chance to see his daughter before he dies. After five days Nelly was released, and with Linton's help Cathy escaped. She returned to the Grange to see her father shortly before he died.

As master of Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Grange, Heathcliff forced Cathy to leave Nelly and live with him and Hareton. Soon after she arrived, Linton died. Hareton tried to be kind to her, but she retreated into herself.

At this point Lockwood arrived and Nelly's tale ends. Some time passed, and after being ill for an extended period, Lockwood decided he had enough of the moors and traveled to Wuthering Heights to inform Heathcliff he was returning to the south.

Ending (chapters 32 to 34)

Lockwood returned eight months later. Given his tenancy at Thrushcross Grange was still valid, he decided to remain. He found Nelly living at Wuthering Heights and inquired about what had happened since he left.

She moved to Wuthering Heights to replace the housekeeper who had departed. Hareton had an accident and was confined to the farmhouse. During his convalescence, he and Cathy became close.

While their friendship developed, Heathcliff began to act strangely and had visions of Catherine. He stopped eating and after four days was found dead in Catherine's old room. He was buried next to Catherine. 

Lockwood learned that Hareton and Cathy planned to marry on New Year's Day. As he readied to leave, he passed the graves of Catherine, Edgar, and Heathcliff, and paused to contemplate the quiet of the moors.

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Falling in “Love”

Of all the misconceptions about love the most powerful and pervasive is the belief that ‘falling in love’ is love or at least one of the manifestations of love. It is a potent misconception, because falling in love is subjectively experienced in a very powerful fashion as an experience of love. When a person falls in love what he or she certainly feels is “I love him” or “I love her”. But the two problems are immediately apparent. The first is that the experience of falling in love is specifically a sex-linked erotic experience. We do not fall in love with our children even though we may love them deeply. We do not fall in love with our friends of the same sex-unless we are homosexually oriented-even though we may care for them greatly. 

We fall in love only when we are consciously or unconsciously sexually motivated. The second problem is that the experience of falling in love is invariably temporary. No matter whom we fall in love with, we sooner or later fall out love if the relationship continues long enough. This is not to say that we invariably cease loving the person with whom we fell in love. But it is to say that the feeling of ecstatic lovingness that characterises the experience of falling in love always passes. The honeymoon always ends. The bloom of romance always fades. 

To understand the nature of the phenomenon of falling in love and the inevitability of its ending, it is necessary to examine the nature of what psychiatrists call ego boundaries. From what we can ascertain by indirect evidence, it appears that the newborn infant during the first few months of its life does not distinguish between itself and the rest of the universe. When it moves its arms and legs, the world is moving. When it is hungry, the world is hungry. When it sees its mother move, it is as if it is moving. When its mother sings, the baby does not know that it is itself not making the sound. It cannot distinguish itself from the crib, the room and its parents. The animate and the inanimate are the same. There is no distinction yet between I and thou. It and the world are one. There are no boundaries, no separations. There is no identity. 

But with experience the child begins to experience itself-namely, as an entity separate from the rest of the world. When it is hungry, mother doesn’t always appear to feed it. When it is playful, mother doesn’t always want to play. The child then has the experience of its wishes not being its mother’s command. Its will is experienced as something separate from its mother’s behaviour. A sense of the ‘me’ begins to develop. This interaction between the infant and the mother is believed to be the ground out of which the child’s sense of identity begins to grow. It has been observed that when the interaction between the infant and its mother is grossly disturbed-for example, when there is no mother, no satisfactory mother substitute or when because of her own mental illness the mother is totally uncaring or uninterested-then the infant grows into a child or adult whose sense of identity is grossly defective in the most basic ways.

As the infant recognises its will to be its own and not that of the universe, it begins to make other distinctions between itself and the world. When it wills movements, its arm waves before its eyes, but neither the crib nor the ceiling move. Thus the child learns that its arms and its will are connected, and therefore that its arm is ITS and not something or someone else’s. In this manner, during the first year of life, we learn the fundamentals of who we are and who we are not, what we are and what we are not. By the end of our first year we know that this is my arm, my foot, my head, my tongue, my eyes and even my viewpoint, my voice, my thoughts, my stomachache, and my feelings. We know our size and our physical limits. These limits are our boundaries. The knowledge of these limits inside our minds is what is meant by ego boundaries. 

The development of ego boundaries is a process that continues through childhood into adolescence and even into adulthood, but the boundaries established later are more psychic than physical. For instance, the age between two and three is typically a time when the child comes to terms with the limits of its power. While before this time the child has learned that its wish is not necessarily its mother’s command, it still clings to the possibility that its wish might be its mother’s command and the feeling that its wish should be her command. It is because of this hope and feeling that the two-year-old usually attempts to act like a tyrant and autocrat, trying to give orders to its parents, siblings and family pets as if they were menials in its own private army, and responds with regal fury when they won’t be dictated to. Thus parents speak of this age as ‘the terrible twos’. 

By the age of three the child has usually become more tractable and mellow as a result of an acceptance of the reality of its own relative powerlessness. Still, the possibility of omnipotence is such a sweet, sweet dream that it cannot be completely give up even after several years of very painful confrontation with one’s own impotence. Although the child of three has come to accept the reality of the boundaries of its power, it will continue to escape occasionally for some years to come into a world of fantasy in which the possibility of omnipotence (particularly its own) still exists. This is the world of Superman and Captain Marvel. Yet gradually even the superheroes are given up, and by the time of mid – adolescence, young people know that they are individuals, confined to the boundaries of their flesh and the limits of their power, each one a relatively frail and impotent organism, existing only by cooperation within a group of fellow organisms called society. Within this group they are not particularly distinguished, yet they are isolated from others by their individual identities, boundaries and limits. 

It is lonely behind these boundaries. Some people – particularly those whom psychiatrists call schizoid – because of unpleasant, traumatising experiences in childhood, perceive the world outside of themselves as unredeemably dangerous, hostile, confusing and unnurturing. Such people feel their boundaries to be protecting and comforting and find a sense of safety in their loneliness. But most of us feel our loneliness to be painful and yearn to escape from behind the walls of our individual identities to a condition in which we can be more unified with the world outside of ourselves. The experience of falling in love allows us this escape – temporarily. The essence of the phenomenon of falling in love is a sudden collapse of a section of an individual’s ego boundaries, permitting one to merge his or her identity with that of another person. The sudden release of oneself from oneself, the explosive pouring out of oneself into the beloved, and the dramatic surcease of loneliness accompanying this collapse of ego boundaries is experienced by most of us as ecstatic. We and our beloved are one! Loneliness is no more! 

In some respects (but certainly not in all) the act of falling in love is an act of regression. The experience of merging with the loved one has in it echoes from the time when we were merged with our mothers in infancy. Along with the merging we also reexperience the sense of omnipotence which we had to give up in our journey out of childhood. All things seem possible! United with our beloved we feel we can conquer all obstacles. We believe that the strength of our love will cause the forces of opposition to bow down in submission and melt away into the darkness. All problems will be overcome. The future will be all light. The unreality of these feelings when we have fallen in love is essentially the same as the unreality of the two-year-old who feels itself to be king of the family and the world with power unlimited. 

Just as reality intrudes upon the two-year-old’s fantasy of omnipotence so does reality intrude upon the fantastic unity of the couple who have fallen in love. Sooner or later, in response to the problems of daily living, the individual re-asserts itself. He wants to have sex; she doesn’t. She wants to go to the movies; he doesn’t. He wants to put money in the bank; she wants a dishwasher. She wants to talk about her job; he wants to talk about his. She doesn’t like his friends; he doesn’t like hers. So both of them, in the privacy of their hearts, begin to come to the sickening realisation that they are not one with the beloved, that the beloved has and will continue to have his or her own desires, tastes, prejudices and timing different from the other’s. One by one, gradually or suddenly, the ego boundaries snap back into place; gradually or suddenly, they fall out of love. Once again they are two separate individuals. At this point they begin either to dissolve the ties of their relationship or to initiate the world of real loving. 

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Good Will Hunting 

Good Will Hunting is a 1997 American drama film directed by Gus Van Sant and starring Matt Damon, Robin Williams, Ben Affleck, Minnie Driver, and Stellan Skarsgård. Written by Affleck and Damon, and with Damon in the title role, the film follows 20-year-old South Boston laborer Will Hunting, an unrecognized genius who, as part of a deferred prosecution agreement after assaulting a police officer, becomes a patient of a therapist (Williams) and studies advanced mathematics with a renowned professor (Skarsgård). 

Through his therapy sessions, Will re-evaluates his relationships with his best friend (Affleck), his girlfriend (Driver), and himself, facing the significant task of thinking about his future.

Good Will Hunting received universal critical acclaim and was a financial success. It grossed over US$225 million during its theatrical run with only a modest $10 million budget. It was nominated for nine Academy Awards, including the Academy Award for Best Picture, and won two: Best Supporting Actor for Williams and Best Original Screenplay for Affleck and Damon.

20-year-old Will Hunting (Matt Damon) of South Boston is an autodidact with a genius-level intellect and an eidetic memory, but chooses to work as a janitor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and spend his free time with his friends Chuckie Sullivan (Ben Affleck), Billy McBride (Cole Hauser), and Morgan O'Mally (Casey Affleck). 

When Fields Medal-winning combinatorialist Professor Gerald Lambeau (Stellan Skarsgård) posts a difficult problem taken from algebraic graph theory as a challenge for his graduate students to solve, Will solves the problem quickly but anonymously. 

Lambeau posts a much more difficult problem and chances upon Will solving it, but Will flees. Will meets Skylar (Minnie Driver), a British student about to graduate from Harvard University and pursue a graduate degree at Stanford University School of Medicine in California.

Will is faced with incarceration after assaulting a man who had bullied him as a child. Lambeau arranges for Will to forgo jail time if he agrees to study mathematics under Lambeau's supervision and to see a therapist. Will agrees, but treats his first few therapists with contempt and they refuse to work with him. In desperation, Lambeau calls on Sean Maguire (Robin Williams), his estranged college roommate who also grew up in South Boston and now teaches psychology at Bunker Hill Community College. Unlike the other therapists, Sean pushes back at Will and overcomes his defense mechanisms, and after a few unproductive sessions Will begins to open up.

Will is particularly struck by Sean's story of how he met his wife by giving up his ticket to the historic sixth game of the 1975 World Series after falling in love at first sight. Sean neither regrets his decision, nor does he regret the final years of his marriage when his wife was dying of cancer. This encourages Will to build a relationship with Skylar, though he lies to her about his past and is reluctant to introduce her to his friends or show her his run-down neighborhood. Will also challenges Sean to take an objective look at his own life, since Sean has been unable to move on from his wife's death.

Will begins to chafe under Lambeau's high expectations and makes a mockery of job interviews that Lambeau arranges for him. Sean cautions Lambeau against pushing the boy too hard. Will walks in on a heated argument between the two over his future and it greatly upsets him. When Skylar asks Will to move to California with her, he panics and pushes her away, revealing that he is an orphan and that his foster father physically abused him. Skylar tells Will that she loves him, but he denies loving her and then leaves her. He next storms out on Lambeau, dismissing the mathematical research he has been doing. Sean points out that Will is so adept at anticipating future failure in his interpersonal relationships that he deliberately sabotages them in order to avoid the risk of emotional pain. When Will refuses to give an honest reply about what he wants to do with his life, Sean shows him the door. Will tells Chuckie he wants to be a laborer for the rest of his life; Chuckie responds that it would be an insult to his friends for Will to waste his potential, and that his fondest wish is that Will should leave to pursue something greater. Will decides to accept one of the job offers arranged by Lambeau.

At another therapy session, Sean and Will share that they were both victims of child abuse, and Sean helps Will to accept that the abuse he suffered wasn't his fault. Having helped Will overcome his problems, Sean reconciles with Lambeau and decides to take a sabbatical to travel the world. When Will's friends present him with a rebuilt Chevrolet Nova for his 21st birthday, he decides to pass on his lucrative job offers and drive to California to reunite with Skylar.

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Remember, a dead fish can float downstream, but it takes a live one to swim upstream. ~ Unk

The best work in literature is always done by those who do not depend on it for their daily bread. Oscar Wilde

Reality is too much to take in heapfuls, but sprinkle it sparingly upon life's path and most can tread it lightly. ~ Alauda

Cinema plus Psychoanalysis equals the Science of Ghosts. Jacques Derrida

The harder thing to do and the right thing to do are usually the same thing. Rock Christopher 

I learned that it is the weak who are cruel, and that gentleness is to be expected only from the strong. Leo Rosten

I love him (her) whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may succumb through a small matter: thus goeth he (she) willingly over the bridge. Friedrich Nietzsche 

Quality is remembered long after the price is forgotten. ~ Gucci

Love Psychosis. Abuse of Power To Heal. Amera Ziganii Rao  

Abuse of Power. Love Psychosis. Love pain. Projection of feeling into need and greed and not moving from the actual feeling of vulnerability and taking responsibility for that feeling, even if you ARE allowed to share it with another. 

Love 'not going back to look within for that first wound and letting it go once and for all' half baked intimacy, because we cannot love without loving unconditionally and with total self love and discipline of ego in the 'shackles' of the higher love of soul.

And because we cannot love, trust or let someone be, without mad control, unless we once and for all, totally, across the board, forgive. You were a little boy (girl) then. They could hurt you. They can't now. You have to officially and in self love, hide out somewhere and let it go. Let it all go. 

Trust the unseen, be broken back into relationship with Spirit and not just using the energy without trust in what it is and Who is behind it and find faith and love and joy and hope again. 

Then you can let someone else be free and then they won't want to leave you alone. 

That is unconditional love. Letting someone come and go. Financially it's very easy. Share and don't hand out a pay cheque. The wisdom belongs to us as the money belongs to us. Nothing belongs to the individual. That, I believe is a pure, loving marriage. 

We are both being broken back into the group, into the family as a real state of being. The family of two. The one lost long ago. 

Not the bourgeois Sunday lunch kind. I can't be your mother. If I am true to form, she won't even like me. I make sure that's a regular kind of thing. I think I'm the 'Mrs Simpson' kind. You need to start facing that. I am never adapting to the group again. The group has to accept ME. 

The rest is re-education of the patriarchal male. My job, if you'll listen, which I know you are. All praise just for that. Then, we've got something to work with. Then I can feel safe. 

And then you will truly and utterly, want me to feel nothing but safe, indulged, let free, happy, male and female and one of each together and want me to do anything I please. 

That is unconditional love. Not needing, but wanting. Wanting but waiting. Waiting but giving. Giving regularly and not as a special favour, and letting anyone roam free. That is unconditional love and the state of soul, as a permanent state of being. 

That is what a man does and a real woman can't do anything less. It's what this almost 50 year old woman has most certainly only done. She ain't no little princess. 

She is however the yearning Lolita - as is any Sacred Whore High Priestess Warrior's right, who wants to lay her head down somewhere, once in this life. And that is what can drive you on. Ascension is yours. The rest we'll have to explore in the consciousness. 

My writing muscles are tuning up to sing. We've got the other half of the human race cure for love dependency and fascism to clear. 

Let's get to it. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

It's the compassion to go with the passion. The discipline of mind to know your darkness and the education of a post patriarchal man. Love. And changing the very matter of your spiritual DNA. Ascension. I can feel it coming. The build up is your job. The rest I can help with. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Abuse of power is the true term. Forgot about that one. Financial abuse is abuse of power. All of it is, without love. I healed mine too. But yours is so dangerous and so institutional and so big. I am now, suitably and finally, scared. I need to work like you. And you really don't have a clue. Day one, again. Who are you? Oh yes. Done that. But really, who are you? 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Giving for oneself is ego. Giving for the other is soul. Financial misogyny is giving for oneself. Loving is soul. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Deep down, there is a young boy who once loved. It is my purpose and duty, to find him. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

The male ego is a selfish non giving Knight in Shining Armour. Soul is the true. The female ego is a selfishly selfless damsel in distress. Soul is the true. 

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As a healing chattel, I am here to free chattel all over the world. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012

The Financial Marital Whoremonger™ I come from the filthiest men on the planet. Polite wife beaters. Sadists, backed by institutional and financial power. 'Men' who make you feel like a whore for every penny you spend of theirs. They are the filthiest, most evil men on the planet, because they beat you with 'love' and 'generosity' while everything is conditional and dependent on what you give them. Whoremongers. That's what I come from. 

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The Truth of True Passionate Beautiful Love. Amera Ziganii Rao 

And don't forget we have to control the volcanic flame. We are here to work. Lemuria is our job and the job of people like us on earth. There is a place for all of us to get to and we have to lead. 

That is our biggest grief. Tough. We'll have to accept. Not least, because I have 30 years of preparation to play with at last. At long long long last. 

And you are most certainly not finished yet. And the 'Elvis and Priscilla' lock up would hardly have been about any mutual coach potatoeing with our clothes off. 

True, greatest of great loves, is addictive, even in soul. That splinter has floored the greatest lovers before us. We will hate each other if we let that truly happen. And I will kill you if you even TRY a lock up. 

Unfortunately for you, I am in the most CERTAIN phase of my long life. 

And I ain't fighting that stupid battle. I left my father long ago. 

Misogyny means you have a huge monster to control, even before we broach the subject of more work. 

That is why you have to be in soul. I cannot discipline that alone. It would be too hard to leave you alone and I would hate myself for that. 

This kind of love is such a gift. We have to make sure, belligerently, that we can both handle that. Paradise on Earth has to have thorns. Soul is the final acceptance of that. Truly, 'As Good As It Gets'. 

Which, frankly, is awesome. When you know that, you are ready. The rest is the layer shedding by shedding, to get you ready for the trip. 

We carry the fire of love of nations. We are never going to be ready for retirement. Love for us, is on the road and also, mutually individual. You have a huge jump to make. Mine is long done. 

I am to be a companion and never a 'wife' chattel. That, will take some getting used to. And of course, my own work will be financial too. 

It seems, a man really has trouble with that. Tough. I had to give up more than you ever could imagine. And there is no negotiation for domestic, trophy, mummy pal, slavery. 

I just don't do it. That's all you have to know. 

And you know it's taken me all day to say that. 

I can't take it from you. I just can't take it. 

You are, like anyone, however, allowed to be a fool. I was and you are allowed. As long as you enter that labyrinth and work as hard on your emotions as everything else. 

But give yourself time in between. The emotions for volcanoes of love like us are excruciating. We are, remember, The Warrior Class. Training is very hard work. 

Me, I examine now, the phrase 'emotional intelligence' and 'spiritual intelligence', as I prepare to speak. My teacher training has begun and I like it. 

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MISOGYNY TRAINING l. Amera Ziganii Rao 

So what is misogyny? Misogyny is male supremacy. Male supremacy is like racism. The fundamental belief that one people are superior to another. That they are worth more than others and that others are here to be subjugated, because they are inferior. Men believe that men are born to live and that women are born to serve. That is male supremacy. A prejudice. Pure and simple.

Mother supremacy is the same thing. That daughters are born to serve and that mothers are born to live. These are prejudices, pure and simple. The immorality of the world. CHOOSING to believe that you are superior and CHOOSING to enforce subjugation as your form of 'giving' love. 

Evil. Immoral. Sick. And truly, extremely sad. We want to love you. We always did. 

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‘For we have come by different ways to this place. I have no feeling that we met before. No déjà vu. 

I don’t think it was you in lavender by the sea as I rode by in A.D. 1206 or beside me in the border wars. 

Or there in the Gallatins, a hundred years ago, lying with me in the silver-green grass above some mountain town. 

I can tell by the natural ease with which you wear fine clothes and the way your mouth moves when you speak to waiters in good restaurants. 

You have come the way of castles and cathedrals, of elegance and empire.’ 

Robert James Waller

The Karmic Rage We Carry. Amera Ziganii Rao 

I feel the miracle, my Sacred Daddy Man. And maybe fear of loss (control as fear) goes that deep. The grief we all carry is real. If it was not prejudice, and divide and rule, it was war and so much war I am sure, and if it wasn’t that, it was High Priestess. 

You lost too many times. Not this time. This time I am here. And this time I am here until we both leave together. And not before. At all. This time I am for real.

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Post Co-Dependency, Post Misogyny Fear. Amera Ziganii Rao 

Don’t you worry about that. The pitch is to move us out of the ‘Elvis and Priscilla’ lockup, the education is to make you feel safe and frankly, redeemed from your unconscious abuse. The reality is something different. I am not going to be made to do everything at once. Some things will be almost immediate, some things may be spread out over a few years. My projects are for life, and to be spread out, enriched and enjoyed. So, miraculously, are you and me. 

I am just entering life all at the same time, and of course, with necessarily guaranteed, ‘permission’ to be free. I am however, allowed to live and love too, at last, as well as my work. Who knows, maybe I will even traipse, happily and legitimately, around after you. My work is currently, in case you hadn’t noticed, mostly online. We live in the most extraordinary time of entrepreneurial and love life. Everything’s mobile. 

And I do have a very weakened being with my mystic requirement, disability. I intend to do everything obsessively, but paced. 

And the idea of sitting at one desk for most of the year, is frankly, old hat. That is absolutely a writer’s domain, and takes its own unique disciplines, but I’ve had enough to keep doing it more than I need to. I’ve been in box rooms for 30 years. I want to fly and ride and get high. And that’s just with you:) I want to see the world I have been talking so long about. 

Two people, in post misogyny truth, converge their work so you don’t have to be scared. I haven’t waited this long, to abuse you in turn. Or, indeed to deny myself. 

Beautiful concerns and the ego may still have a lot of work to do. I’m working on that ‘emotional and spiritual intelligence’ first roundup. But you don’t have to worry about me. I am just making sure we don’t do the self destructive patriarchal lock up or sabotage or indeed, karmic fear of loss, without even looking and realising what is going on. 

Passion in the midst of this twisted legacy of slavery politics to deal with flattering and beautiful need, takes discipline. That’s clearly, my job. And one I am almost beginning to find pleasurable. I might even get used to it. 

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Treat a man (woman) as he (she) is and he (she) will remain as he (she) is. Treat a man (woman) as he (she) can and should be and he (she) will become as he (she) can and should be. 

Goethe

Everyone should have themselves regularly overwhelmed by Nature. George Harrison

Flexibility makes buildings to be stronger, imagine what it can do to your soul. Carlos Barrios

Love calls - everywhere and always. Rumi 

A man (woman) who won't die for something is not fit to live. Martin Luther King Jr.

If you're not making mistakes, then you're not doing anything. John Wooden

When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator. ~ M.Gandhi

Business opportunities are like buses, there's always another one coming. Richard Branson 

Love itself is pure freedom when its not limited by thought. James Simon Schmidt

The Matrix 

The Matrix is a 1999 American–Australian science fiction action film written and directed by The Wachowski Brothers, and starring Keanu Reeves, Laurence Fishburne, Carrie-Anne Moss, Joe Pantoliano, and Hugo Weaving. It depicts a dystopian future in which reality as perceived by most humans is actually a simulated reality called "the Matrix", created by sentient machines to subdue the human population, while their bodies' heat and electrical activity are used as an energy source. Computer programmer "Neo" learns this truth and is drawn into a rebellion against the machines, which involves other people who have been freed from the "dream world".

The Matrix is known for popularizing a visual effect known as "bullet time", in which the heightened perception of certain characters is represented by allowing the action within a shot to progress in slow-motion while the camera's viewpoint appears to move through the scene at normal speed. The film is an example of the cyberpunk science fiction genre. It contains numerous references to philosophical and religious ideas, and prominently pays homage to works such as Jean Baudrillard's Simulacra and Simulation and Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. The Wachowskis' approach to action scenes drew upon their admiration for Japanese animation and martial arts films, and the film's use of fight choreographers and wire fu techniques from Hong Kong action cinema was influential upon subsequent Hollywood action film productions.

The Matrix was first released in the United States on March 31, 1999, and grossed over $460 million worldwide. It was generally well-received by critics, and won four Academy Awards as well as other accolades including BAFTA Awards and Saturn Awards. Reviewers praised The Matrix for its innovative visual effects, cinematography and its entertainment. The film's premise was both criticized for being derivative of earlier science fiction works, and praised for being intriguing. The action also polarized critics, some describing it as impressive, but others dismissing it as a trite distraction from an interesting premise.

Despite this, the film has since appeared in lists of the greatest science fiction films, and in 2012, was added to the National Film Registry for preservation. The success of the film led to the release of two feature film sequels, both written and directed by the Wachowskis, The Matrix Reloaded and The Matrix Revolutions. The Matrix franchise was further expanded through the production of comic books, video games, and animated short films in which the Wachowskis were heavily involved.

Plot 

Thomas Anderson is a computer programmer who maintains a double life as the hacker "Neo". He is driven to learn the meaning of cryptic references to "the Matrix" that appear on his computer. Infamous hacker Trinity contacts Neo and informs him that a man named Morpheus can tell him what the Matrix is; however, three Agents, led by Agent Smith, arrest Neo to prevent this. Undeterred, Neo meets with Morpheus and confirms that he wants to learn more about the Matrix by choosing an offered red pill. After swallowing the pill, Neo abruptly awakens in a liquid-filled vessel.

His body is pierced with cables that connect him, along with billions of other people, to an elaborate electrical network. He is rescued by Morpheus and brought aboard a levitating ship, the Nebuchadnezzar.

Morpheus tells Neo that humans are fighting against intelligent machines that were created in the 21st century and have since taken control of the Earth's surface. Humans polluted the sky to cut off the machines' solar power, but the machines adapted to using human bioelectricity as a power source. 

Enslaved humans are kept docile within the "Matrix" – a simulation of the world as it was in 1999. Neo has lived in this simulated world since birth; in reality, the year is closer to 2199. Morpheus explains that he and his crew belong to a group of free humans who "unplug" others from the Matrix and recruit them to their rebellion against the Machines.

They can hack into the Matrix and re-enter the simulated reality, where their understanding of its true nature allows them to manipulate its physical laws, granting them superhuman abilities. 

Neo undergoes virtual combat training, and after returning from it with a bloody lip, he is warned that fatal injuries within the Matrix will also kill one's physical body, and that the Agents he encountered are powerful sentient programs that patrol the Matrix and eliminate threats to the system. Morpheus believes Neo is "the One", a man prophesied to end the war between humans and machines.

After Neo's training, the group enters the Matrix to visit the Oracle, a prophet who predicted the emergence of the One. The Oracle implies that Neo is not the One, and warns he must soon choose between his own life and that of Morpheus. As the group prepares to exit the Matrix, they are ambushed by Agents and tactical police, leading to the death of a crew member called Mouse. Morpheus allows himself to be captured to let Neo and the rest of the crew escape. As they prepare to leave the Matrix, they learn that a crew member named Cypher has betrayed them. 

Disillusioned with the real world, Cypher had arranged to hand Morpheus over to the Agents in exchange for being returned to a comfortable life within the Matrix. Aboard the Nebuchadnezzar, Cypher murders crew members Switch, Apoc and Dozer before he is killed by Dozer's brother Tank. In the Matrix, the Agents interrogate Morpheus to learn his access codes to the mainframe computer in Zion, the humans' last refuge in the real world.

Neo returns to the Matrix with Trinity and rescues Morpheus; in the process, Neo gains confidence in his ability to manipulate the Matrix, performing physical feats on a par with the Agents. Morpheus and Trinity exit the Matrix, but Smith ambushes and kills Neo before he can leave. 

Outside the Matrix, "sentinel" machines converge on the Nebuchadnezzar. Trinity, standing over Neo in the real world, whispers to Neo that the Oracle told her she would fall in love with the One. She kisses Neo, and he revives in the Matrix. He displays the power to perceive and control the Matrix, effortlessly destroying Smith before exiting the Matrix in time for the ship's EMP weapon to destroy the attacking sentinels. 

In the aftermath, Neo makes a telephone call in the Matrix, promising the Machines he will show their prisoners "a world where anything is possible". He ends the call and flies into the sky.

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You will never do anything in this world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honor. Aristotle

Dream big, then work hard. Trust God, surround yourself with goal oriented people and be an encourager. It's like Miracle Grow! Rock Christopher 

Don't look at your problems at stumbling blocks, look at them as stepping stones. Rock Christopher 

You're a winner. Don't give losers permission to convince you otherwise. Cornelius McNab

Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire. William Butler Yeats

There is a difference between knowing the path & walking the path. ~ Morpheus

The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. William Butler Yeats

Money won't create success, the freedom to make it will. Nelson Mandela 

For remember, fear doesn't exist anywhere except in the mind. ~ Dale Carnegie

ALCHEMY & LIBERATION & HUMANITY™

The greatest polite society repression is that of sexual, sensual and passion repression. Nothing else is as important to focus on as that. High life, high art and high love cannot exist without high sex. Passion. 

The sex has to go with the spirituality otherwise there is nothing. High sex is sexuality is BEING sexual, sensual and passionate. Everywhere in every moment. Liberation is sexualisation.

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Intelligentsia 

The intelligentsia (from Russian интеллигенция, Russian pronunciation: [ɪntʲɪlʲɪˈɡʲentsɨjə]; from Latin: intelligentia) is a social class of people engaged in complex mental labour aimed at disseminating culture. 

This therefore might include everyone from artists to school teachers and book readers. The term was first used in pre-revolutionary Russia to describe people possessing cultural and political initiative. But it was commonly used by those individuals themselves to create an apparent distance from the masses, and generally retained that narrow self-definition. More recently the term mass intelligentsia has been popularized to describe the intellectual effect of tertiary education upon a population. See the mass intelligentsia section below.

History of The Notion

The notion of an intellectual elite as a distinguished social stratum can be traced far back in history. Examples are the philosopher-kings and guardians of Plato's Republic and monks in medieval Europe, who are now seen as custodians of history and culture.

Use of the term "intelligentsia" is first reported to have occurred in the Russian Empire in the first half of the 19th century. For example, the word was casually used in the diaries of Vasily Zhukovsky, dated to 1836. However it does not appear in the standard reference dictionary of the period, Vladimir Dal's Tolkoviy Slovar of 1866.

In the Polish language the term 'inteligencja' was popularised in a sense close to the present one by Polish philosopher Karol Libelt, and became widespread in Polish science after the publication of his O miłości ojczyzny (On Love of the Fatherland) in 1844. In this publication he defined "inteligencja" as well-educated members of the society who undertake to lead the people as scholars, teachers, clergy, engineers, and who guide for the reason of their higher enlightenment.

The term was also popularised by a Russian writer, Pyotr Boborykin, in the 1860s, who proclaimed himself the "godfather" of the notion in 1904. From there it came into English and several other languages.

In English this word is often applied to the "intelligentsia" in Central European (like Poland) and Eastern European countries (like Russia) in the 19th and 20th centuries.

A narrower term 'intellectuals', according to Pierre Bourdieu, can be applied to these members of intelligentsia who not only work using their intellect, but also create cultural wealth.

The emergence of elite classes of intellectuals or well-educated people had been observed in other European countries (e.g., "intellectuels" in France and "Gebildete" in Germany) as well.

From signs of intelligentsia by Dr. Vitaly Tepikin:

advanced for its time moral ideals, sensitiveness to fellow creature, tact in manifestations;

active brain work and persistent self-education;

patriotism, which is based on faith in its own people and whole-hearted, inexhaustible love to little and big Motherland;

creative activity as a crucial part of intelligentsia lifestyle (this applies not only to artists, as many can consider, but also to scientists and engineers - ranging from creative approach to their main occupation to recreational culture, various hobbies and self-improvement practices, like sport and hiking);

independence, aspiration to freedom of self-expression and finding of themselves in it.

(Examples of use of word and term in Poland, Germany, Imperial Russia, the Russian Marxists' perspective and the word and term in The Soviet Union....)

Broader Use of The Term 

Some authors use the term "intelligentsia" in reference to intellectuals and certain upper middle class professionals, whose main task is to create and distribute knowledge.

Max Weber considered intelligentsia to be a major category essentially distinct from other social categories, both in terms of attributes and interests. In his major work, Economy and Society he used this term in arbitrary chronological and geographical frames, e.g., he wrote that "this Christian preoccupation with the formulation of dogmas was in Antiquity particularly influenced by the distinctive character of 'intelligentsia', which was the product of Greek education"

When formulating major social classes of his time, Weber combines intelligentsia with other social categories, e.g., he defines a major class consisting of "the propertyless intelligentsia and specialists (technicians, various kinds of white-collar employees, civil servants – possible with considerable social differences depending on the cost of their training)" and yet other "classes privileged through property and education".

Mass Intelligentsia 

The term mass intelligentsia describes the 20th century expansion of tertiary education to a saturation never seen before in history, and the resulting increase in moneyed adults curious about subjects, scientific, philosophic and humanitarian, beyond their own square on the chessboard.

The term has been used regularly by sociologists but was widely popularised in the 2010s by English broadcaster and writer Melvyn Bragg. Bragg says it explains the popularity of book clubs and literary festivals that would historically have commanded little interest from the mass of middle- and working-class people.

One author who has explored expressions of the rising mass intelligentsia is British writer Jules Evans. He takes it to include informal learning, espoused by novel teachers such as celebrity chefs and members of an internet forum for new mothers.

American sociologist Richard Flacks defines mass intelligentsia thus:

What Marx could not anticipate ... was that the antibourgeois intellectuals of his day were the first representatives of what has become in our time a mass intelligentsia, a group possessing many of the cultural and political characteristics of a class in Marx's sense. By intelligentsia I mean those engaged vocationally in the production, distribution, interpretation, criticism and inculcation of cultural values.

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A lot of people didn’t like what I said because they want to believe that all periods of life are delightful, that children are innocent, that all newlyweds are happy, that all old people are serene. I’ve rebelled against such notions all my life, and there’s no doubt about the fact that the moment, which for me is not old age but the beginning of old age, represents—even if one has all the resources one wants, affection, work to be done—represents a change in one’s existence, a change that is manifested by the loss of a great number of things. If one isn’t sorry to lose them it’s because one didn’t love them. I think that people who glorify old age or death too readily are people who really don’t love life.

Simone de Beauvoir, about her book La Vieillesse. 

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The Conspiracies, Continued. The search for The Matrix of our anthropological minds, continues. All levels clearly, count. 

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David Icke

Icke combines metaphysical discussion about the nature of the universe and consciousness with conspiracy theories about public figures being satanic paedophiles, and how apparently unconnected events are in fact attempts to control humanity. He argued in The Biggest Secret that human beings originated in a breeding program run by a race of reptilians called Anunnaki from the Draco constellation, and that what we call reality is just a holographic experience; the only reality is the realm of the Absolute. He believes in a collective consciousness that has intentionality; in reincarnation; in other possible worlds that exist alongside ours on other frequencies; and in acquired characteristics, arguing that our experiences change our DNA by downloading new information and overwriting the software. We are also able to attract experiences to ourselves by means of good and bad thoughts.

Global Elite 

Icke argues that humanity was created by a network of secret societies run by an ancient race of interbreeding bloodlines from the Middle and Near East, originally extraterrestrial. 

Icke calls them the "Babylonian Brotherhood." The Brotherhood is mostly male. Their children are raised from an early age to understand the mission; those who fail to understand it are pushed aside. 

The spread of the reptilian bloodline encompasses what Norman Simms calls the odd and ill-matched, extending to 43 American presidents, three British and two Canadian prime ministers, various Sumerian kings and Egyptian pharaohs, and a smattering of celebrities such as Bob Hope. 

Key Brotherhood bloodlines are the Rockefellers, the Rothschilds, various European royal and aristocratic families, the establishment families of the Eastern United States, and the British House of Windsor—Icke identified the Queen Mother in 2001 as "seriously reptilian."

The Illuminati, Round Table, Council on Foreign Relations, Chatham House, the Trilateral Commission, the Bilderberg Group, the International Monetary Fund, and the United Nations, are all Brotherhood created and controlled, as are the media, military, CIA, Mossad, science, religion, and the Internet, with witting or unwitting support from the London School of Economics.

At the apex of the Brotherhood stands the "Global Elite," identified throughout history as the Illuminati, and at the top of the Global Elite stand the "Prison Wardens." The goal of the Brotherhood—their "Great Work of Ages"—is world domination and a micro-chipped population.

Reptoid hypothesis

Icke introduced the reptoid hypothesis in The Biggest Secret (1999), which identified the Brotherhood as descendants of reptilians from the constellation Draco, who walk on two legs and appear human, and who live in tunnels and caverns inside the earth. He argues that the reptilians are the race of gods known as the Anunnaki in the Babylonian creation myth, Enûma Eliš.

According to Barkun, Icke's idea of "inner-earth reptilians" is not new, though he has done more than most to expand it.

Lewis and Kahn write that Icke has taken his "ancient astronaut" narrative from the Israeli-American writer, Zecharia Sitchin, who argued—for example in Divine Encounters (1995)—that the Anunnaki had come to Earth for its precious metals. Icke argues that they came specifically for "monoatomic gold," a mineral he says can increase the carrying capacity of the nervous system ten thousandfold. After ingesting it, the reptilians can process vast amounts of information, speed up trans-dimensional travel, and shapeshift from reptilian to human form.

They use human fear, guilt, and aggression as energy. "Thus we have the encouragement of wars," he wrote in 1999, "human genocide, the mass slaughter of animals, sexual perversions which create highly charged negative energy, and black magic ritual and sacrifice which takes place on a scale that will stagger those who have not studied the subject." Lewis and Kahn argue that Icke is using allegory to depict the alien, and alienating, nature of global capitalism.

Icke writes that the Anunnaki have crossbred with human beings, the breeding lines chosen for political reasons, arguing that they are the Watchers, the fallen angels, or "Grigori," who mated with human women in the Biblical apocrypha. Their first reptilian-human hybrid, possibly Adam, was created 200,000–300,000 years ago. There was a second breeding program 30,000 years ago, and a third 7,000 years ago. It is the half-bloods of the third breeding program who today control the world, more Anunnaki than human, he writes. They have a powerful, hypnotic stare, the origin of the phrase to "give someone the evil eye," and their hybrid DNA allows them to shapeshift when they consume human blood...Wikipedia 

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Let me ask you this. Amera Ziganii Rao 

Are you a sensitive person? Are you so sensitive as a person that you cry at the drop of a hat, in film for instance, out of happiness and out of sadness with the same passion of emotion? Are you regarded as ‘too’ sensitive? 

Are you a considerate person? A person who always gives way for others on the street, in the car, in the same room and are you a person who is this considerate and wonders why others aren’t too? And on that subject, do you find it hard to ask someone to get out of the way because they haven’t felt you in their surroundings, so you have to spell it out to them? Do you find this hard and feel guilty and bewildered at the same time that you even have to?

Are you someone who is regarded as naive and idealistic? Do you find this insulting and do you find that when someone says it to you, they are actually calling you stupid and foolish and this infuriates and upsets you? 

Are you in a constant state of shock at the state of the world? Are you bewildered by the goings on and cannot fathom how and why it is this way? Are you angry and confused that people cannot see what they are doing and how they can be so selfish and brutal, prejudiced, mean, greedy, and how they just don’t care?

Does this mean you walk around in a secret, hopeless state, where you don’t understand the world and how to survive in it and more than that, how you can ever be happy in it, while it is like this? 

Are you involved in strange co-dependency situations, especially with close members of your family, and especially your mother most of the time, where these people don’t seem to like you very much, are deeply unhappy themselves, but who cannot leave you alone? Do you feel guilty about your feelings of resentment and confusion about them? Do you wish they were not there as you feel powerless to change your life while they are still around, but you feel devastated at the thought of losing them? 

Are you a motherly type of person? The kind of person who is always there for others, always there to give advice or to observe the world or answer whatever question someone is asking and do you find you have the answers and that....

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I can help you grow power, from nothing. 

Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™. 

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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. 

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Witches are healers. Witches are the Love Healers and SOURCErers of The Lost World, when we were the giant warriors. We were good and so were were you. 'The World of Men'. The Tribe of Misogyny and Bourgeois™. 

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

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Feminist Lolita Intellectuals™. You lucky man. A place at the table, a place at the Executive Table. That's all. The rest is easy. 

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The greatest polite society repression is that of sexual, sensual and passion repression. Nothing else is as important to focus on as that. 

High life, high art and high love cannot exist without high sex. Passion. The sex has to go with the spirituality otherwise there is nothing. 

High sex is sexuality is BEING sexual, sensual and passionate. Everywhere in every moment. Liberation is sexualisation.

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Yes. There have been many men who said that. ‘Oh, you’re not ready for relationship’. Wrong, luv. It is you who are not ready, not me. But of course, that you will have to, for yourself, see. As ‘Morpheus’ says, ‘no one can show you the Matrix. You have to see it for yourself.’ 

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Scheherazade as Freedom Fighter in a Cell. Amera Ziganii Rao 

And therefore, one has to accept the deeply ironical and self empowering truth. The Sacred Whore High Priestess Warrior Monarch™ is above all, other than a Sage, a Sacred Sexual Love Sage™ (in the making). She is ultimately a freedom fighter dressed up as Scheherazade. The visceral mystic life I thought was generic. And self determining, only in a conventional, usual way. 

How silly of me. It is to be Rapunzel as the scholar and writer and communicator. A freedom fighter, whose only purpose is to negotiate with extreme power, trying to reform it out of relentless, emotionally raping, Matrix control, abuse of power. 

Long after she wants or doesn’t want it. Self interested love is not allowed. One is being made into a healer, because one can. Self interest is no longer an option. It is now already, long into duty. Celestial, specific, saving souls duty. 

We choose the one we love and the one we love chooses us. That’s the only guarantee of anything ever healing on earth. 

The rest is Scheherazade duty, male or female really. I’ve been doing it all my life and now I am going to accept it is clearly all I came here for. So far. Duty to him and duty to HER. I mean, The Universe. 

At least I get an electronic ‘Nasa’ pad in my little hut. The professional ‘doing it for love’ truth. 

Scheherazade is therefore the ultimate freedom fighter. Be proud. There must be so many of us. I have found the freedom within it at last. I accept the purpose. To be a professional Scheherazade Freedom Fighter Sacred Whore High Priestess Warrior Monarch™. The High Priestess today cannot be anything other than a freedom fighter and extreme warrior. 

And if you are like me, your life will be a belligerent lack of choice. Sainthood is not some unreal task. 

Women and men like me are everywhere. We need a job description. I’ll work on that. 

Taking a man into his soul and heart out of The Matrix will make me a Jedi Master. A Jedi (four years made, since I took myself into soul) has to create another Jedi before she or he can be called a Jedi Master. 

That is what I will be. If we can make it. 

A job description and a mythical life. All in the four roomed cell. 

Love and humanity. The greatest freedom fight of them all. 

They are lost and it’s our job. It’s a deeply professional life. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

What I do, 'For A Living'. Amera Ziganii Rao 

I fight for freedom as an extreme freedom fighter, against the most extreme abusers of power. That's what I do. For a living. I have done, for 40 straight years. 

I am a Sacred Whore High Priestess Warrior Monarch™ and I cleanse souls. It's my job. I am a freedom fighter as Rapunzel. 

I live in a locked up tower, as a Jedi, to become a Jedi Master, (as well as the hundred or so other things I have to do, while designing this apparent, coming towards me life), by bidding to take a man to his heroic conversion to soul, by killing Darth Vader. 

In normal speak, that means, healing and reforming misogyny. Going up against the tribe. The all forefathers are Darth Vader. 

I prefer the mythical terms, to that ugly word, but emotional rape from your patient is the unavoidable truth. Locked up or in front of them, the pain is the one thing that cannot be avoided. The Warrior Class is too psychic. 

But mythical terms certainly help. And what is myth about truth? 

It hurts less, to know the nobility of what we do, and it's about time we gave ourselves self worth and immense self pride, to even submit to celestial lives of duty, like this. 

We are the love freedom fighters on earth and we are truly, great. 

Change the vernacular and you change life. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

A unicorn is pure of heart. If you kill one, you must make amends, by proving that you also are pure of heart. When he (she) who kills a unicorn, proves himself (herself) to be pure of heart, the unicorn will live again. 

Said about Arthur. Merlin. BBC TV

And God Created Woman. A Self Portrait. Amera Ziganii Rao Photography 

A PROFILE: AMERA ZIGANII RAO 

FEMINIST. METAPHYSICAL PHILOSOPHER. WRITER. MENTALIST. ARTIST 

AMERA ZIGANII RAO ALCHEMY & LIBERATION & HUMANITY™

The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™

The Super Sacred Brother Lover™ 

The Return To The Source. Ascension.

Amera Ziganii Rao; 

Neo Feminist™, Post Tribe Social Reformer™ and Sacred Sexualist™. Human Rights Healer. Metaphysical Philosopher, Writer, Spiritual Intelligence Teacher, Hierophant (Interpreter of The Universe) and Mentalist Self Actualiser. 

I can help you grow power, from nothing. 

Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

The Sacred Whore High Priestess Hierophant™ and Sacred Pimp Warrior Protector, Brother Lover™ Society. The kings and queens of old. Angels and Sorcerers together in each of themselves and in the other. The Wizard life. Forever. Living and loving from The Source. Sourcery, Carlos Castaneda first said. I'll say it again. Sourcerers together. Living a life worth living. At last. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Witches are healers. Witches are the Love Healers and SOURCErers of The Lost World, when we were the giant warriors. We were good and so were were you. 'The World of Men'. The Tribe of Misogyny and Bourgeois™. 

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

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Feminist Lolita Intellectuals™. You lucky man. A place at the table, a place at the Executive Table. That's all. The rest is easy. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

THE EVOLUTION OF HUMAN RIGHTS: APPLIED CONSCIOUSNESS™, NEO FEMINISM™, METAPHYSICAL PHILOSOPHY & SACRED SEXUALISM™. POST TRIBE SOCIAL REFORM™. POWER IS THE NEW LOVE. FREEDOM + HOPELESSNESS + SEX. NIHILISM FOR A SUCCESSFUL LIFE™ THE LOST KNOWLEDGE™ THE WIZARDRY OF BEING™ POLITICAL SPIRITUALITY™ TRUE NEW LOVE. BEYOND THE REVOLUTION™

SOCIAL REFORM. THE FIGHT FOR FREEDOM AND LOVE. SHAMANISM. PHILOSOPHY. TRUE (UNIVERSAL) LOVE. NEO FEMINISM™. ANTI MISOGYNY. THE ARTIST'S WAY. WIZARDRY. TRUE INTELLECTUALISM™. WISDOM. GONZO SPIRITUALITY. NIHILISM. SEX. SOUL. GOD, THE MOTHER, THE UNIVERSE™. SPIRITUAL EXISTENTIALISM™. THE VOID OF CREATION™. ALCHEMY & LIBERATION & HUMANITY™. HELL. SUFFERING. GROWTH. ASCENSION. LOVE. LIFE. DEATH. WARLORDS OF LIGHT™ TRUE LOVE & TRUE SEX. THE POST TRIBE SOCIETY™

The Company. 

Writer, Speaker and Enlightener, Amera Ziganii Rao, is now putting together a comprehensive and unique programme of Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™. A programme of learning that is specifically about one particular kind of woman. And one particular kind of man. The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, and the true society that they come from and the one they, in particular, she can and has to return to and that anyone can join her and him in. This is about Paradise on Earth.

This is about The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, and the Alchemy and Liberation and Humanity that is for all as a result of their healing and in particular, hers. This is about the kind of woman who is at the bottom of the pile in a Patriarchal Toilet Tribe from Hell Society™, the norm, the conventional world and the world of the Tribe. This is about the kind of man who is next in line from the bottom. The sensitive man and the female chattel. The High Priestess and High Priest of a profane society, that has long forgotten who they are.

This is about being at the bottom of the pile, for the forgotten and strangled shamans, and for her, the story of escape. Abused by her family, her friends, her men, her whole society, by the very nature of who she is and who they are and what has happened on this Earth. It is about women of love, of Spirit and of sex. It is about men of love, of Spirit and of sex. It is about the Cinderellas of this world. It is about the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™. Who she is and how, loving her is the secret to Paradise on Earth and how we have been living a lie for 8000+ years. A lie of male (non High Priest) religion with a male ‘God’ and with Patriarchs and Patriarchal types and Matriarchs and Matriarchal types ruling over us and making our lives hell, all in the name of family, the tribe and the way things are and should remain. Hate, fascism and profanity. A sick society that vilifies, more than anyone else, the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™, just because it was told to. A sick society that calls her Eve. A sick society that has forgotten who we all are, let alone the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™. This is about us remembering and knowing who WE are.

This is a programme of healing for the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™, and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, to take them and particularly, her, from monstrous levels of low self esteem and lack of self knowledge, back to herself and it is a programme for all those who truly want to love her, and indeed, him. This is a programme for the greatest carers on Earth, who are vilified, destroyed, ridiculed, ignored, abused, used, misused and hated for being everything that those who would steal from us are not. This is a programme to turn Cinderellas into The Sacred Whore High Priestesses and for anyone who wants to love her or live by the values of the The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™. And this is a programme to turn sensitive men into Sacred Whore High Priests™ and for anyone who wants to love him and live by the values of the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and High Priest Society. Love, humanity, Spirit and sex. This is a programme to reverse 8000+ years of witch burning, women hating and healer ridicule. This is about the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and all those who would love her and live by her values.

This is about the chance for Paradise on Earth. This is a programme for the most beautiful, kind hearted, wounded women and men on this planet. A programme of how to implement a system of how to beat life, how to survive life and how to resurrect from the grief that is a true life. Alchemy and Liberation and Humanity of the lower mind into the higher mind, the soul and the inner heart and therefore one's true, confident, ‘happy’, successful, creative, sexual, sensual, individual, intelligent, emotionally healed, capable of loving and being loved self. How to turn grief into creation and survive and thrive, despite all the shit, all the pain and all the hurt. How to live in a world of madness, hollowness and cruelty and how to be a winner. How to stand up for oneself and to take back the power that has been stolen from anyone with heart, Spirit and sex. The art and science of Alchemy.

This is a programme, based on my scholarly and non scholarly work over 15 years (so far), if not for my whole life, and my extensive and intense, visceral experiences of self transformation from resignation, cynicism and despair to a state of relative bliss, and above all, the right to be. The programme and the courses and my speaking and indeed my forthcoming book, will cover the method of change. The psychological, sociological, spiritual, cultural, political, emotional and physical and even anthropological methods of change. Why we are here. Who the Sacred Whore High Priestess™ is and why she is here. And who the Sacred Whore High Priest™ is. Why we are here. Who we are and what we are and why we are. The beauty and glory of the truth. The meaning of life, no less. This will be on offer in the future.

My first book of consciousness, my first book of the spiritual politics of humanity, of authentic power and of self love and strength. A comprehensive series of online courses, live events and audio and visual material. Books, live events, CDs and DVDs. And one on one personal empowerment consultations. The Amera Ziganii Rao Method of Change™. The right to be and the way to have the right to be. And indeed, how to maintain the will to live without love. How to BE unconditional, self sufficient, self caring, self love. The right to be and the will to be and the unparalleled success that comes with that. The Lost Knowledge™. HOW to live. And how to heal others, the profane and the sick and the soulless. The others. My Business and that of any Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and Sacred Whore High Priest™, is Human Rights, The Right to a Sexual Society, Self Actualisation and Freedom.

My Business is To Overthrow Fascism, in the Home and in the Country. My business is also mastering destiny. Overthrowing the ultimate 'fascism'. Our journey on Earth and The Return To The Source. Our healing, our ascension and our redemption. Fate. The daily crucifixions of a true life, the challenges and the fury of being healers and people of love on a planet like Earth.

Submitting to the journey to liberate and evolve oneself, through following one's heart, however much heartbreak and devastation it leads to on the long long long journey to freedom and then the longer journey to happiness. 'Long Road to Freedom', as Nelson Mandela says. My business is always taking risks, never giving up and making the endless sacrifices it takes to become whole. Enlightenment, Nirvana and then Parinirvana and beyond. My business is pain. My business is bliss.

My business is seeing the truly glory of Spirit on Earth. The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™ and all that it is. Spirit, humanity, sex and love again at last. And the end of our legacy as either servants or witches or unpaid carers or indeed, ignored mistresses, other women, other men even, and the weirdos that are at the bottom of society. This is our world and it is time to take it back and I can show you how. And that makes my life, truly, worth living. 

I want you to feel the way I do. Alive, with the right to be and the belligerence to exist in this profane and male ‘God’ led world of male supremacy, female supremacy, domestic, casual fascism, tribe rules from hell, with beautiful and kind, love intelligence laden, female and male Cinderella warriors at the bottom, caring for everyone else and getting nothing but hatred, ridicule and isolation for it. The meek are already inheriting the Earth and I can show you how.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012 

I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past and I forgive you for becoming enslaved and taken over by the machines of the alien reptile force that invaded and took over Earth 8000 years ago. They taught you to hate me and my kind and you believed them. They told you I and my kind were dictators and that you were slaves, when all we had done was love you, honour you as companions and above all, we had let you just live. 

We were the holy communers, the ones who gave birth to human beings, the leaders of society, the creators of society, the vehicles of Divinity on Earth and the channels of wisdom. The ones who looked after everything and the ones who built everything and ran everything, because we could. And because we loved it. We are and were the force of creation. And you loved us and you lived. 

But they told you that you ‘deserved’ power too and that we were the ones standing in your way. And you believed them. The oldest ‘divide and rule’ strategy of hate in history and it worked. They used it and you bought it, hook, line and sinker. You had to give up sex, love, magic and your own spiritual gifts and you burnt, destroyed and violated me for 8000 years. 

The world calls that male supremacy. And indeed, family supremacy, Matriarchal supremacy and supremacy of the material world and all who believe in it. Men and women like you. When all that you are are slaves to a reptile force to generate hate energy for them to live and thrive and vampire the human race. The puppets of a hate force, that chose to destroy women and men like me, for hate to grow, so they could live. You bought it and it worked. The greatest fraud in the history of the world. 

I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past and I forgive you for becoming enslaved and taken over by the machines of the alien reptile force that invaded and took over Earth 8000 years ago. They taught you to hate me and my kind and you believed them. They taught you that my mind was evil. My mind, my sex, my body and my ways of life. 

The humanity, the glory of sexuality and the glory of creation and creativity and the glory of Divinity in each and every one of us. Our souls. They taught you that human beings are separate from Divinity, that sex was wrong and that women who have minds of their own are uppity slaves. They vilified us but much much worse than that, they destroyed your relationship with all that is unseen, all that we honour and love. 

They taught you to hate what is really God. By teaching you to hate us, you hated all that is good in yourselves. They taught you to hate the light. They taught you to kill us. The daughters of The Universe. The High Priestesses of God. The Spiritual Mothers. The Sacred Whore High Priestess Avatars of The Universe™. The Sacred Army of Love on Earth. 

The Shamans, the Mystics and the Communers. The Hierophants. 

They called me Eve and blamed me for the downfall of the human race and created the awesome profanity that is religion. Of men, by men and from men. Of reptiles, by reptiles and from reptiles. Christianity, Islam and Judaism and every other philosophy around the world was poisoned. There are no female spiritual leaders left. It is all profanity. They chose you to represent them because they wanted to divide us and they did. They told you to hate me. And you believed them. Now I am back and I forgive you. 

I forgive you because I can. Because I came here to save your soul. And because I finally know who I am. I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past. I came here to return your soul to The Source. God, The Mother, The Universe. To return you to what is really God. Because I love you. And because She loves you and your kind, whatever you have done. 

Whatever you have done to me and whatever you have done to Her. And most of all, whatever you have done to yourself. We forgive you. This is your redemption. Your freedom and your ascension. We are here to save your soul. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012 

You bought the Sacred Whore like a piece of meat and you called that a wife. Your trophy wives. Your dancing girls. Your chattel and serving girls. Your piece of beauty. You bought us like you would cattle. Then you called it wives. Now you call it prostitution. The High Priestesses of the real God. You bought us to buy God, The Mother, The Universe and you caged us, separated us from our Divine gifts and skills in the Temple and drove us mad and then lost interest in us, because we had no gifts left, no excitement, no hunter in ourselves and no hope or joy left. Then you just called us mad and discarded us. You called us evil and you call love obedience, even though it had already killed us. You moved into our Temples and you played with the divination tools and thought you communed. The destruction of Atlantis was your gift. 

You stole us from God, The Mother, The Universe and you tried to usurp us. You vilified us, enslaved us and you still envy us today. You call it intuition. You might want to think about this when you hate us out of your jealousy. The mystic gene means physical tortuous pain and taking on the empathy of the human race. All their pains, evils and dark thoughts. We see and feel everything. We make crucial sacrifices to be near Spirit and the unseen and we go without for years. To be shaman is not glamour. I make it glamour. To be shaman is a specific Samurai existence, ascetic and harsh. We commune to be guides. And you take that and you shame yourselves because you just want the meat. You didn’t just want the meat. You wanted our beauty of spirit, our personalities and our love and kindness. And you destroyed them, because you caged us and called us wife. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012 

The High Priestess Sacred Whores, the High Priests and the true protectors. Those who do not have the gift like either the High Priests or especially like the highest of all, the High Priestess Sacred Whores but who honour, protect and facilitate them to the world. Who honour the Shaman Sacred Whores of this world most of all, and who know who they are and who they are not. Who know the difference, who do not envy and who protect and love the representatives of Spirit, GOD, THE MOTHER, THE UNIVERSE, on Earth. Who honour their wisdom and who honour the latent Shaman in themselves too and who honour the communing ability of the High Priestess Sacred Whores. The non violators. Our only friends. The New Society exists. It is called Enlightenment. It is called Love. It is The Holy Grail.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012 

The master race. It's all a lie. You are brought up to be a despot king and it is only your sister who ever tells you that you have become a pratt. The master race is all a lie. There are no kings in an equal world. Your father was misinformed. What he brought you up to be was a killer. Pure and simple. A misogynist. A modern misogynist. A polite killer.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011

I enter the magical hours of pure feeling, pure thought, pure imagination and I think and I write and I 'mysticise' the Universe. I escape at will, the truth of my humanless, Samurai solitude, and I pursue the truth of love in myself and in everyone else. I am philosopher. I am shaman. I am alone. I frontier the Soul to be spirit on Earth.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011

Amera Ziganii Rao is a former hard news journalist who is now turning professional with her art forms and indeed, her healing forms, after a long journey of inner searching, self teaching and exploring many layers and areas of both craft and wisdom. She is now working on her first book of philosophy and esoteric thought, and social, cultural and spiritual commentary. She is also showing her first photography collections. And last but most definitely not least, she is building a business to share her Sacred Whore High Priestess Society consciousness and empowering explorations to reach as many people as possible across the world. She is in her forties and lives in London.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011

In the meantime, please enjoy this website. I have included many of the subjects I am covering, areas of experience and insight that I will be exploring to the fullest in my book, the courses and all the other work that is to come as a dramatist, novelist and essayist. I also of course, include many of the wise people on this planet, who have come long before me; authors, screen dramatists, playwrights, film makers, artists, and other enlighteners and grand carriers of the wisdom I have found the most helpful on my journey, to find peace and become enlightened. The seemingly impossible journey, in the face of oneself and one’s circumstances. People who have contributed massively to my healing on this mad journey called life, in this insane existence called The Universe. People who have helped to make me as good a carrier of wisdom as I in turn, can be. Thank you.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011

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