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Shaman Love Vlll (Artwork) 

Writings :: The Letter Series :: Ascension Discourse on Love Pt XXVll :: The Empathy Series. Mastery of The Two Worlds Vll. Re Writing The Human Race lll. Sex. Amera Ziganii Rao 

Master Quotes 

An activist is someone who cannot help but fight for something. That person is not usually motivated by a need for power, or money or fame, but in fact driven slightly mad by some injustice, some cruelty, some unfairness - so much so that he or she is compelled by some internal moral engine to act to make it better. 

Eve Ensler. Activist and Playwright and Founder of the V-Day Movement to stop gender-based violence. 

And a nice follow up to that, with the act of creating. Anything. Process + belief. And know you are loved. AZR

There are those who get things done. And those who don't. The first type is surprisingly rare. That's why people wonder if Shakespeare could actually have written all those plays. "How could he do all that if he didn't go to university, didn't have rich relatives or famous parents? Surely you need privilege, surely you need connections, surely you need luck?" Meanwhile, the Shakespeares of today know what he knew then: That there is a kind of education that lives in everything that is available to everyone. He wrote about it. He wrote because of it. Shakespeare knew that you make your own privilege, you create your own connections, you are your own luck - and you do all that by digging deep and by making things happen. Not next month when you get that new laptop, or that grant, or peer approval or parental encouragement or that green light from the powers that be. You make something happen anyway. Because that's what spirits on a mission do. They pick up the brush or the pen or the mic or the hammer and nails and they make things. Good things, bad things, small things, big, crazy things, in-your-face things. They may be criticized, or scorned or ignored, they may be lionized, fawned over or adored. It's makes no difference. They make art anyway - again and again with ever-increasing courage and passion. Because that's what those who get things done do. They don't know how not to.

Rikki Beadle Blair 

Temple of Balance 

ღ CURRENT ENERGIES ღ

ღ hemit mode ღ assumptions ღ retreat ღ surprises ღ 'not gelling' ღ balance ღ

An interesting energy is present, one that is prompting us to step back, retreat and move into hermit mode. Many are feeling this way and each individual will be doing it for their own reasons. Some because there is this 'gelling' issue, where those they are around just dont understand them, are assuming things or they feel a little off. For others they may just simply feel like being by themselves at this time. This is okay, and will not last forever.

Assumptions can be unpleasant things. And they seem to be quite active at this time. People assuming that you have what you need when you are not around to ask... then later, it is found out that you didnt have it at all. People assuming you are too busy or uninterested in a gathering - however nothing was asked and in fact you would have loved to have attended. People assuming you know what they are speaking about - but you have no clue and then the communications become yukky. You get the idea...

To assume is to speak on behalf of another... but shouldnt we have a right to decide for ourselves? 

To assume is to have one sided communication... is it really communication if the other person we are speaking / thinking of is not taken into the discussion?

Let's start speaking, asking, and opening conversation more... assumptions can leave others hurt... open communication brings others INTO the energy that's wanting to be generated.

The energy is a bit slow and yuk right now for some of us... so just go gently, allow those tears to fall if you feel sad, write in your journal and step back. 

By stepping back we can reflect, contemplate, reassess and then recentre again. Yes, we may feel hurt, however I am sure that wasnt the intention from those who assumed.

Take a deep breath, shake it off, and continue on your journey once more...

SOLUTION IDEAS: Soak in the bath, step aside into your own space and remind your self that you are not responsible for others action or inactions. I LOVE this affirmation from Lee Harris - I return to my own energy field. 

With LOVE, 

Lee-Anne Peters

Temple of Balance

www.templeofbalance.com

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The guidance I share in the 'Current Energies' is not based on any system, tool of divination, etc... it is how I feel and the guidance I pick up from being ultra sensitive to the collective energy. The sharing here is a guide only, if you need to seek professional advice please do.

Sharing welcome, but please direct people back to this facebook page to the source - www.facebook.com/tobhealers - thank you.

Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken. Oscar Wilde

THE SHRIVER REPORT 

(CNN) -- When Beyonce tells people to "bow down," they listen

Now the star is hoping to bring the same show-stopping power to the issue of gender inequality with an essay on Maria Shriver's website, The Shriver Report.

In "The Shriver Report: A Woman's Nation Pushes Back from the Brink," the 32-year-old pop star -- writing under her full name, Beyonce Knowles-Carter -- proclaims that "gender equality is a myth!"

The "average working woman earns only 77 percent of what the average working man makes. But unless women and men both say this is unacceptable, things will not change." 

Humanity, she continues, "requires both men and women, and we are equally important and need one another. ... We have to teach our boys the rules of equality and respect, so that as they grow up, gender equality becomes a natural way of life. And we have to teach our girls that they can reach as high as humanly possible."

Her words are likely familiar to those who know her music, which references the trials of womanhood and female empowerment going all the way back to her work with Destiny's Child.

That's not to imply that Beyonce's pop music message doesn't have its conflicts. In the 1999 Destiny's Child song, "Bills, Bills, Bills," the lyrics scold a lover who's gone from footing the bill to asking for money. "Silly me, why haven't I found another," the song continues. "Can you pay my bills? ... If you did then maybe we could chill."

On the other hand, there are Destiny's Child anthems like "Independent Women," Parts I and II, with lyrics such as "I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings. ... Try to control me, boy you get dismissed," which became a nightclub rallying cry.

Given her prominence and success, her statements on womanhood and feminism are often a source of public debate.

Last April, Beyonce told British Vogue that she hesitated to call herself a feminist. (Katy Perry similarly ducked the designation while accepting 2012's Billboard Woman of the Year award, during which she said she's "not a feminist," but does "believe in the strength of women.")

The word feminist "can be very extreme," she told Vogue. "But I guess I am a modern-day feminist. I do believe in equality. Why do you have to choose what type of woman you are? Why do you have to label yourself anything? I'm just a woman and I love being a woman." 

A woman, for the record, who celebrates the power of women -- that much is clear from her two most recent albums alone. On her 2011 disc "4" there was the self-assured "Who Run the World (Girls)?," in which she praises the power of women: "My persuasion/can build a nation .... (We're) smart enough to make these millions/strong enough to bear the children/then get back to business." 

And her chart-topping surprise 2013 release, the self-titled "Beyonce," has been endlessly debated as a symbol of her feminist perspective -- or lack thereof.

In the song "***Flawless" from that album Beyonce samples words from celebrated writer Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's April 2013 TED Talk "We Should All Be Feminists." 

"Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage," Adichie says in the sample. "Marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support, but why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage, and we don't teach boys the same?" 

In her piece for The Shriver Report, Beyonce echoes Adichie's perspective, saying "these old attitudes are drilled into us from the very beginning. ... Men have to demand that their wives, daughters, mothers, and sisters earn more -- commensurate with their qualifications and not their gender. Equality will be achieved when men and women are granted equal pay and equal respect." 

The singer's contribution is one of many pieces that fill Shriver's report, which explores the rates of financial insecurity among American women, examines its impact, and offers solutions for change. 

Along with Beyonce, Shriver's report pulled in actress Eva Longoria, who wrote a piece entitled "Empowering Latinas," and basketball star LeBron James, who penned an appreciation of the nation's working mothers. 

The report, which is in partnership with the Center for American Progress, can be downloaded for free here. 

A Woman’s Nation has released its third in a series of Shriver Reports, A Woman’s Nation Pushes Back from the Brink, in partnership with the Center for American Progress. It can be downloaded here and will be available for free through January 15th.

The report is a groundbreaking investigation into the millions of women who are doing it all and barely scraping by, struggling to provide and parent in a nation that hasn’t kept pace with the modern realities of their lives. It combines research, analysis and ideas from the nation’s top academic institutions and think tanks, essays by leading thinkers, stories of real women struggling with our modern economy, and a comprehensive poll.

The report is exclusively available on Amazon’s Kindle and Kindle App (available on various computer systems and devices, see below for more details) and will now be available free of charge until 11:59 p.m. on Thursday, January 16th, and is a product of A Woman’s Nation™ and the Center for American Progress. For more research on women and the economy, go to americanprogress.org/

If you are interested in ordering the hard copy version of the report which will be available in paperback on March 11th, you can pre-order yours now.

Here’s a sneak peak at the 400-page, comprehensive report, which includes essays from Hillary Rodham Clinton, Senator Kirsten Gillibrand, Beyoncé, Eva Longoria, LeBron James, Jada Pinkett Smith, Anne-Marie Slaughter and Sheryl Sandberg. 

Julie’s Story

Preface By Neera Tanden

PART I: HOW WE GOT HERE

POWER

Powerful and Powerless By Maria Shriver

ESSAYS

When We Were 9, We Were Honest By Carol Gilligan, Ph.D.

Gender Equality Is a Myth! By Beyoncé Knowles-Carter

Time to Wake Up: Stop Blaming Poverty on the Poor By Barbara Ehrenreich

Are Women Devalued by Religions? By Sister Joan Chittister

THE WORKPLACE

A Woman’s Place Is in the Middle Class By Heather Boushey

ESSAYS

The Gender Wage Gap: A Civil Rights Issue for Our Time By Maya Harris

Making the Care Economy a Caring Economy By Ai-jen Poo

Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender and Broke By Danielle Moodie-Mills

The Changing Face of American Women By Angela Glover Blackwell

Empowering Latinas By Eva Longoria

THE FAMILY

Marriage, Motherhood, and Men By Ann O’Leary

ESSAYS 

America’s Working Single Mothers: An Appreciation By LeBron James

To the Brink and Back By Catherine Emmanuelle

Marriage and Children: Another View By Ron Haskins

What About the Fathers? By Dr. Kathryn Edin

A Call to Men: Ending Men’s Violence Against Women By Tony Porter

Women and Poverty: The Role of Lawyers and Family Law By John Bouman and Wendy Pollack

Evolution of the Modern American Family By Stephanie Coontz

EDUCATION

Get Smart: A 21st Century Education By Dr. Anthony P. Carnevale and Dr. Nicole Smith

ESSAYS

Turning Poverty Around: Training Parents to Help Their Kids By Jennifer Garner

Living the Head Start Dream By Almeta Keys

Preschool for All: The Path to America’s Middle-Class Promise By Secretary Arne Duncan and Secretary Kathleen Sebelius

Afterschool Programs: Investing in Our Cities by Investing in Our Kids By Mayor Betsy Price

Higher Education: Interrupting the Cycle of Poverty By Eduardo J. Padrón, Ph.D.

Nikki’s Story

PART II: WHY WE MUST PUSH BACK

The Consequences of Living on the Brink

ESSAYS

The Chronic Stress of Poverty: Toxic to Children By Nadine Burke Harris, M.D.

The Trap: Mental Illness and Women in Poverty By Ron Manderscheid, Ph.D.

Armed and Vulnerable: Women in the U.S. Military By Sonya Borrero, M.D.

Human Trafficking and Slavery in the United States: ‘You Don’t See the Chains’ By Jada Pinkett Smith

Britani’s Story

PART III: THE NATION REIMAGINED

A New America that Cares By Anne-Marie Slaughter

ESSAYS

America’s Promise, One Woman at a Time By Marianne Cooper, Ph.D.

PUBLIC SOLUTIONS

Putting Women at the Center of Policymaking By Melissa Boteach and Shawn Fremstad, and introducing the Shriver Corps

ESSAYS   

We Have Blown a Huge Hole in Our Safety Net By Peter Edelman

The Circle of Protection: Balancing the Budget Does Not Require Burdening the Poor By Leith Anderson

From VISTA Corps to Shriver Corps: Providing Solutions for 50 Years By Shirley Sagawa

A Hand Up, Not a Hand Out By Governor C.L. “Butch” Otter

On the Brink with a Disabled Child By Katie Bentley

PRIVATE SOLUTIONS

What If Employers Put Women at the Center of Their Workplace Policies? By Ellen Galinsky, James T. Bond, and Eve Tahmincioglu, and introducing the Thrive Index

ESSAYS

Smart Business: Reviving the American Dream By Howard Schultz

Empower Women and You Recharge the World By Muhtar Kent

Microfinancing Women: Great Return on Investment By Tory Burch

PERSONAL SOLUTIONS

Personal Action, Collective Impact By Anne Mosle and introducing Life Ed

ESSAYS

When Working Women Thrive, Our Nation Thrives By Sheryl Sandberg

When Women Achieve Their Full Potential, So Will America By Senator Kirsten Gillibrand

PART IV: IT’S TIME TO PUSH BACK

Where Do We Go from Here? By Olivia Morgan and Karen Skelton

10 Things You Can Do to Power A Woman’s Nation

Increasing Economic Opportunities for Women: The Right Thing to Do and the Smart Thing to Do By Hillary Rodham Clinton

Failure to Adapt to Changing Families Leaves Women Economically Vulnerable By Anna Greenberg, David Walker, Alex Lundry, and Alicia Downs

A Woman’s Nation Pushes Back from the Brink will examine the rates of financial insecurity among American women and the children who depend on them, investigate the impact of it on our nation’s institutions and economic future, and promote modern solutions to help women strengthen their financial status.

A Woman’s Nation Pushes Back from the Brink: Powerful and Powerless

MARIA SHRIVER | 01.08.2014

Let me state the obvious: I have never lived on the brink. I’ve never been in foreclosure, never applied for food stamps, never had to choose between feeding my children or paying the rent, and never feared I’d lose my paycheck when I had to take time off to care for a sick child or parent. I’m not thrown into crisis mode if I have to pay a parking ticket, or if the rent goes up. If my car breaks down, my life doesn’t descend into chaos.

But the fact is, one in three people in the U.S. do live with this kind of stress, struggle, and anxiety every day. More than 100 million Americans either live near the brink of poverty or churn in and out of it, and nearly 70 percent of them are women and children.

Fifty years ago, President Lyndon Johnson envisioned the Great Society and called for a War on Poverty, naming my father, Sargent Shriver, the architect of that endeavor. The program worked: Over the next decade, the poverty rate fell by 43 percent.

In those days, the phrase “poverty in America” came with images of poor children in Appalachian shacks and inner-city alleys. Fifty years later, the lines separating the middle class from the working poor and the working poor from those in absolute poverty have blurred. The new iconic image of the economically insecure American is a working mother dashing around getting ready in the morning, brushing her kid’s hair with one hand and doling out medication to her own aging mother with the other.

For the millions of American women who live this way, the dream of “having it all” has morphed into “just hanging on.” Everywhere they look, every magazine cover and talk show and website tells them women are supposed to be feeling more “empowered” than ever, but they don’t feel empowered. They feel exhausted.

Many of these women feel they are just a single incident—one broken bone, one broken-down car, one missed paycheck—away from the brink. And they’re not crazy to feel that way:

Women are nearly two-thirds of minimum-wage workers in the country.

More than 70 percent of low-wage workers get no paid sick days at all.

40 percent of all households with children under the age of 18 include mothers who are either the sole or primary source of income.

The median earnings of full-time female workers are still just 77 percent of the median earnings of their male counterparts.

This is the first post-recession recovery since 1970 in which women have continued to lose jobs while men have gained more than 1.1 million jobs.

For this year’s Shriver Report, A Woman’s Nation Pushes Back from the Brink, we polled more than 3,000 adults to determine how Americans feel about the economy, gender, marriage, education, and the future. 

Here are some highlights from the poll respondents who are low-income women:

75 percent of them wish they had put a higher priority on their education and career, compared to 58 percent of the general population.

73 percent wish they had made better financial choices (as did 65 percent of all those we polled).

They were less likely to be married (37 percent, compared to 49 percent of all the men and women we polled).

Only 30 percent of those with children wished they had delayed having kids or had fewer of them.

What’s more, the opinion of the general public is on their side. 73 percent of Americans said that in order to raise the incomes of working women and families, the government should ensure that women get equal pay for equal work. 78 percent of Americans said the government should expand access to high-quality, affordable childcare for working families.

Almost 60 percent of Americans said women raising children on their own face tremendous challenges and should be helped financially by government, employers, and communities.

The typical American family isn’t what it used to be. Only a fifth of our families have a male breadwinner and a female homemaker. The solutions we need today are also different. We don’t need a new New Deal, because the New Deal was an all-government solution, and that’s not enough anymore. And my father’s War on Poverty isn’t enough anymore either.

Women have enormous power. Politicians knock themselves out wooing us because we’re a majority of voters in this country. Every corporate marketer and advertiser is after us because we make as much as 70 percent of this country’s consumer decisions and more than 80 percent of the healthcare decisions.

We must recognize that our government programs, business practices, educational system, and media messages don’t take into account a fundamental truth: This nation cannot have sustained economic prosperity and well-being until women’s new, central role is recognized and women’s economic health is used as a measure—perhaps it should be the measure—to shape common-sense policies and priorities for the 21st century.

In other words, leave out the women, and you don’t have a full and robust economy. Lead with the women, and you do. It’s that simple, and Americans know it.

We women can exert real pressure on our government to change course on many of the issues we care about and deliver on what women need now to rise up from the brink. Isn’t it strange, for instance, that the United States is the only industrialized nation without mandatory paid maternity leave?

And how about those of us who aren’t in jeopardy? Do we pay the women we hire a living wage to help them with childcare and elder care—not because it’s the law, but because it’s fair? Do we give them flexibility when they need to take time for caregiving? If we run businesses, do we educate our workers about public policies and programs that can help them?

But the truth is that for so long, America’s women have been divided: women who are mothers versus women who are not, women who work at home versus women who work outside the home, those who are married versus those who aren’t, pro- life women versus pro-choice, white women versus women of color, Democrat versus Republican, gay versus straight, and young versus old. It feels like the last issue where women came together was fighting for a woman’s right to vote! The Shriver Report offers the blueprint for a new way forward.

We Americans, both women and men, have the power to count them in. By pushing back and by putting into practice the solutions we’re proposing in The Shriver Report, we can re-ignite the American Dream. What has to change? We have to change, and we can. We are A Woman’s Nation, and it’s time to Push Back from the Brink.

This piece is an excerpt from The Shriver Report: A Woman’s Nation Pushes Back from the Brink in partnership with Center for America Progress.

Maria Shriver 

Gender Equality Is a Myth!

By Beyoncé Knowles-Carter

We need to stop buying into the myth about gender equality. It isn’t a reality yet. Today, women make up half of the U.S. workforce, but the average working woman earns only 77 percent of what the average working man makes. But unless women and men both say this is unacceptable, things will not change. Men have to demand that their wives, daughters, mothers, and sisters earn more—commensurate with their qualifications and not their gender. Equality will be achieved when men and women are granted equal pay and equal respect.

Humanity requires both men and women, and we are equally important and need one another. So why are we viewed as less than equal? These old attitudes are drilled into us from the very beginning. We have to teach our boys the rules of equality and respect, so that as they grow up, gender equality becomes a natural way of life. And we have to teach our girls that they can reach as high as humanly possible.

We have a lot of work to do, but we can get there if we work together. Women are more than 50 percent of the population and more than 50 percent of voters. We must demand that we all receive 100 percent of the opportunities.

This is an excerpt from The Shriver Report: A Woman’s Nation Pushes Back from the Brink, in partnership with the Center for American Progress.

Beyonce Knowles-Carter 

CNN 

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Sacred Whore Goddess Vlll (Artwork) 

Master Quotes 

"Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others." Cicero 

People change, things go wrong. Just remember, life goes on. Real Talk 

Go after your dream, no matter how unattainable others think it is. Think About World 

Our world can never be perfect, but can always be improved. The Golden Mirror 

If it wasn't hard, everyone would do it. It's the hard that makes it great.  ~ Tom Hanks 

You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. ~ Indira Gandhi 

“We do not often remember how young he was when he was cut down.” Chinua Achebe on Martin Luther King, Jr. The Paris Review 

Whisper. Yoko Ono 

The Appraisal: When a Loft Is Artists-Only, Deciding Who, Officially, Is an Artist. The New York Times

London's pavements may have to be widened to cope with commuter numbers. Telegraph News 

When you learn, teach. When you get, give. ~ Maya Angelou 

You can never be overdressed or overeducated. - Oscar Wilde

Update on Love. The End of Our World. Amera Ziganii Rao  

It's not looking good is it. I watched the last episodes of BBC TV's Merlin again. Not looking good. That level of grief is what I have been feeling all year, despite the arrival of the beautiful Other. 

That aside, that's not the point. The point is that if we really are to follow that template of fate, the question is why. 

What struck me most was that Arthur, as he spends his final days in a state of shock and terror and then awe and unprecedented respect for Merlin, when he finds out finally that this servant has been protecting him and looking after him with such precision and skill and advanced humanitarian wizardry, as he finds out at last, from our point of view, that he is a sorcerer and has been hiding his secret for about five years, the whole time that he has been at Camelot, what struck me most about it, was that you and I have kind of done that this year. Your transformation into a post misogynistic man is going really well. Your respect and awe and wonder at who I am and who you are in relation to me and who you are in relation to you and who we are in relation to this insane world, has been really extraordinary. Your entrance to The Mother God is going really well. Everything is. And after such a horrendous journey that seems like it is more than enough. That seems like it should be enough. But as Merlin also finds out to his shock and devastation, he still has to lose Arthur. As the Dragon says, some people’s destinies are written in stone. Nothing can stop it. 

You and I both shudder whenever we hear something like that and it’s because we know. I think it’s time for us to know know now. And to face it. 

The second thing was that as Merlin reveals himself – as it were – to Arthur, the transformation that is happening in Merlin is equally seminal. He is transformed in time for the most important battle of Camelot against Morgana from the brilliant apprentice he has been and Junior Sorcerer in his time at Camelot, into Emeris, not only an advanced sorcerer in his own right now, after the hard training with the help of sort of Wizard, Gaius and also the experience he has gained against the most powerful negative sorcerers in existence, but also said to be the most powerful sorcerer to have ever walked the earth. 

He graduates as Arthur dies. His immense heartbreak, as he sends Arthur out on a boat, old stylee, is what I feel. ‘He’s my friend and I can’t lose him!’ he shouts at the Dragon in despair. But he does. 

What makes this new doubt more difficult is that you and I are in the middle, along with my Other and all who are on this journey with us, of ‘falling upon God’ to our different levels.  You are coming home, he is coming home and I am home completely and utterly. I can’t flail about in lack of grace or blame or anger anymore. On the other hand, why? Why can it not be? Some destinies are written in stone. 

There’s also another reason. As you and I have battled it out in such agony and dedication and war, and peacemaking indeed, we’ve been following a template for two people. There are many. As Merlin says to Arthur, when Arthur asks him why he never said anything – sorcery is punishable by death at Camelot – Merlin humbles Arthur again, as he stares at his new friend in wonder – by telling him that he didn’t want to put him in a difficult position. He also didn’t want his head chopped off. 

I think the message is that I am being unfair to you, to expect you to come on my next journey. There is too much activism and too much material and too many art forms and too much to do, however easy I take it, both because I would like to live some life one day, and because of the disabilities and indeed, the profoundly heavy nature of the work. There is just too much for you. You keep struggling with the public face and the reality of the work. You are the depth and intellect and emotions and spirituality of the work. You cannot see yourself actually involved with it, despite your unique devotion to it. This means, my lovely, my Marcus Vinicius, that however hard you work to not be selfish, your value system about life, the life you really want to live is not the same as mine. 

We are not compatible. Again. Every single level we move through, with such determination and love, just falls by the wayside. 

Why you and I are, and why we cannot be, is another book in itself I think. I don’t know. I do know that this was all written. And on the journey that any new Alchemist makes, she or he has to not know what is what. My destiny is written in stone, wherever it leads me professionally. There are many Alchemists of a kind who go on and on about being in control and changing this and that and well, maybe there are many different kinds of journeys. I don’t know. But what I do know is that my destiny is like Arthur’s and Merlin’s. Inescapable, unavoidable and actually because that is what my central heart desires. My increasing workload and wonder at all that I am being asked to do, I mean. 

And therefore who I really want to be with . 

That is obviously so hard to write. And I know you are in the same position, the other way around. We have delved into if it this way or that way and they have both waited patiently. While of course, my Other is evolving into post misogyny just like you. And into the real histories of the world too, just like you. And out of Homicidal Selfishness and the hijacking, just like you. 

Other than the profundities of the profundities about who they are to us, once we put our own feelings for each other to the side, once we unclench the fist, as Gandhi is saying, it is about the fact that he is already prepared for the kind of creative that I am. You are not. So, as I say, we are not even talking about all the many reasons why women are in so much danger in relationship and marriage. We are talking about straight up compatibility and that pathetically accurate, ‘The Way We Were’ springs like a hammer, to my mind. She is also an activist. He is just too damn laid back to care. 

Now, that is not you. And it is. It’s not him. He’s like me. He doesn’t have a choice, art or activism. Artists and prophets. Prophets and artists. You are both. And not ‘amateur’ as I disparagingly said, but just not doing it professionally. 

And that to me just shows one thing. How much you love me. And how much I love you. And how such destinies as ours are written in stone. The truth is my sweet, that you have worked so hard to ‘accept’ a woman with a mind and a career and a this and a that and this is your redemption, atonement and self forgiveness, your path to freedom. 

And maybe you have another Sophia. Which is utterly unmanageable for me to process and maybe the same partner will evolve into a Sophia of another kind and so on. But, like Merlin, it seems that my apprenticeship is over. And you were the loss that had to go with it. But not before the love was gelled forever and the purification of your heart matched mine. 

I have spent my whole life running away from people I couldn’t stand. I have never had to give up someone I love. Actually, that is completely untrue, when I think about the 25 + years of men before you, but they were soul dates in comparison to a soul marriage. However painful each goodbye was. And I am not the only healer in this dynamic. You are having to let go of your healee too. Of your Arthur in me. 

It’s fucking awful. But I for one, can see, how this is the profundity of who we are and it should be honoured. We were supposed to work through every single detail of this, the whole year, the whole two years and we were supposed to lose. It was all written, but spoken about in such unsympathetic detail – rather like the way the Dragon speaks to Merlin –it’s a ‘Spock’ like language, the language of spiritual communication – that I could not see the truth of it. 

Seeing Merlin in his agony, made me finally see it. And having made my own peace – the Mystic’s greatest challenge – with Our Maker, means I am devoted in service, just like Merlin. To you, to my Other and to Her. Always, Her. I can’t stomp about in anger anymore and neither can you. It’s not some arbitrary plan to make us experience the dark and the light and some voluntary plan to make us all suffer such agony. That is the Draconian agenda. The Judas Principle of the Universe, gone mad on earth. The ones who won the war against me. And who wrote me and my kind out of the human race. We know this now. We have to represent Spirit on earth. And Spirit has only just begun since halfway through the 20th century, to get through to earth at all, due to the Draconian forcefield that was in place and so on. Spirit loves us. The Draconians do not and after watching the alter ego of Merlin, Morgana at work, we can only imagine what the Draconians do, to keep us all enslaved in misery on this planet. We are at peace. It’s not Her. The similarity to the final scene in Merlin is too much. 

I’m off to howl. Tell me if I am wrong, but I don’t think so. Every day tells us something new. But this one has been sitting for a few days, hasn’t it. Me too. To understand it completely is our quest really, knowing who we are, as we are and my Other, too. It has something to do with Lemuria and Atlantis. And that is not in a simplistic or good versus evil way, that includes the Draconians. It also has nothing to do with the level of spiritual intelligence. You absolutely correctly challenged me on that judgement and you were right. 

It’s to do with slavery. And society. And fathers and mothers and family and reputation and just being too damned privileged. Maybe, my sweet, you are just too slow. That may explain why, even on an earth level, without Lemuria and Atlantis. My Other and I are professionals and have been earning our keep since children. We match, my sweet. We match. 

I have nothing materially, but all the material, if you like. He has nothing esoterically, but all the material, if you like, both in me and in him. And of course he has the material. We have been delivered it seems. As Merlin goes off, after the death of Arthur, the king that is to rise again in the future, and as Merlin attains immortality, he goes off I suppose, rather like Maya in Mira Nair’s Kama Sutra. 

The writing is on the wall again. And I think it’s time for us to get moving. Awful as it is. We both want to live again. It seems that this may be the only way. After all, we all serve the central self. The central self seems to have spoken. We will find out the answers along the way. 

You will always be my other muse. As Hierophant, that means big. You know this. You will always be my other Daddy. My first. But, as in Merlin, you are my friend. And I did have to lose you. 

And like Merlin and Arthur, we have even reached the shores of the Lake of Avalon. Merlin has done everything he could to make sure that Arthur does not die. 

Nothing was ever going to be enough. Our purpose is done. 

I still had to lose you. You still had to lose me. We still had to lose. We had to lose, so we can finally win and live again. I don't know why. But I do know I don't want to be in 'no man's land - great phrase' anymore. 

I have to let you go. 

I need to be free. And free to serve as well as hunt. My Other knows this life already. You don't, my sweet. And I have let him know that if he can let me be free and be me, then I am ready and ready, now. I don't think, despite all your love, that you can let me be free. I don't think you can really let me be me. But how far you have come is sublime. And I will never forget it. 

I am not being fair to you anymore. I couldn't let you go. Now, I think I have to. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014 

Master Quotes 

You are important and you matter. 

Your feelings matter. 

Your voice matters. 

Your story matters. 

Your life matters. 

Always. 

Personality Disorders Awareness Network 

PICK yourself UP... 

EMBRACE who you ARE...

Don't roll around in the dirt,

It's not so good down there.

PICK yourself UP...

LOVE who you ARE...

For you are here for a reason,

You can take your journey far!

PICK yourself UP!

YOU are LOVED!

Lee-Anne Peters 

Temple of Balance 

www.templeofbalance.com 

Healing doesn't mean the damage never existed. It means the damage no longer controls our lives. 

Rawforbeauty.com 

"If Martin's death has reached the conscience of a nation, well then it's a great moral triumph in the history of mankind, but it's very unlikely that it has."

-- James Baldwin from Esquire's July 1968 issue, published just after the death of Martin Luther King, Jr., the magazine talked to James Baldwin about the state of race relations in the country. 

If you can't fly, then run, if you can't run then walk, if you can't walk then crawl, but whatever you do. You have to keep moving forward. Dr Martin Luther King Jr

And not to take away from racism, but a vital metaphor for male supremacy too. Misogyny, being a prejudice and presumption, at best, even if half the world are programmed to do it. AZR

"Racism is the lowest, most crudely primitive form of collectivism. It is the notion of ascribing moral, social or political significance to a man’s genetic lineage—the notion that a man’s intellectual and characterological traits are produced and transmitted by his internal body chemistry." - Ayn Rand, The Virtue of Selfishness  

"I look for roles that show women as independent, informed, and free to make their own decisions." Nicole Kidman 

Healthy Habit for 2014:

Want to strengthen the bond you have with those you love in your life? Give them a 6 second hug (or longer). Research shows that a hug this length promotes the flow of oxytocin and serotonin (your bonding/happy chemicals).

Does this sound like a long time? It's certainly longer than most of us are used to, but try to challenge yourself today.

Sometimes all you need is a hug from the right person and all your stress will melt away. Mediawebapps.com 

Sop being afraid and get angry. Anonymous Art of Revolution 

As long as enough people can be frightened, then all people can be ruled. That is how it works in a democratic system and mass fear becomes the ticket to destroy rights across the board. 

James Bovard 

I breathe deeply and fully. I take in the breath of life, and I am nourished. Hay House Radio 

Lead with love in all of your interactions with others. Keep your spirit high. Be bigger than the small challenges...get your highest value activities done first today... who you are is amazing! 

Christopher Howard 

..........thought unconditional love meant to love without conditions, as in the state of soul that I reached almost five years ago. It seems for us, it was also going to be literal, unconditional love. Becoming unconditional love from un successful love. That's good for Ascension too. The love itself was never unsuccessful.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014

If you love a flower, don't pick it up, because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation. 

Osho 

Women are angels. And when someone breaks our wings, we simply continue to fly....on a broomstick. We're flexible like that. Sacred Mists. An online Wiccan College

New Love. New Life. Amera Ziganii Rao 

Flippin’ heck. So, as we are being voluntarily shifted out of one destiny and into another, across the board; as the howling and new smiles, the rye smiles, the joyous smiles too, take over as the new menu for life, I am amazed that anything can come out right now. But here I am. 

The first thing I am focusing on is the fact that we are all, the three of us, and the rest, we are being asked to take responsibility for our independence. Belligerent responsibility. This is our Ascension, entering soul from ego or supersoul from soul, or both, if you like, we are all entering Ascension in that one, single context. 

How to stand alone, in love, with love and around love. A true, healthy, whole, painful, self responsible, emotionally, and eventually in every way, life. Actually, it already is self responsible obviously. But, self responsibility, not as a temporary thing, but as a permanent in the same home or same friendship or same family or same group or same life. 

Male or female – even thought the female experience can never be ignored or diluted in any instance as the same, on another level – owning one’s independence and coming out of all the sincere levels of co-dependency, is clearly a journey the three of us in particular have been on, forever. Freedom and family, freedom and relationship, freedom and friendships, freedom and life with other people. 

The final test of enlightenment actually. Can a person take responsibility for who they are, can they heal from all relationships, can they live life on the psychic level, can they stand alone, and be completely alone in mind, body and soul while staying in touch on these Atlantean/Lemurian levels of advanced essence. 

Can we truly integrate both ‘Bones’ and ‘Mr Spock’ in Star Trek, so we all become ‘Captain Kirk’ in peace and confidence and sacrifice to our needs? Can we stand alone and love it, and still love. Yes, of course. It’s just fucking painful. Let alone, the feeling lost between destinies right now, even if it feels really good. That moment we have all waited in sincerity for, when we finally feel like we have come home is not going to happen on earth. We will have moments for sure, but otherwise, we are all on our own. And this the genius that we are being taught. 

For a man, I suppose, at first sight, it is actually taking responsibility for that independence that he actually finds comparatively easy. Ie, parenting oneself and hiring parents to look after you. That’s the way I would put it now. Secretaries, personal assistants, business managers, coaches, these are all parents we hire to look after us really, if we keep it on the emotional need level, which is what life is really about and what Hierophant education would always have been. For a woman, it is becoming all of that, in the face of the relentless infantisation demand from other people, from her man or parents, or friends or bosses or even professionals she comes across on a daily basis. And then taking responsibility for what she has fought so magnificently for. The bittersweet of success. But actually, for man and woman, the same thing. Facing the truth of loneliness and standing alone. And then being able to love finally, in health and happiness. 

Growing up is what normal society calls it. While promoting nothing to do with freedom or independence whatsoever. Demanding austerity in emotion, while demanding slavery of every single human being. 

Genius, life genius is therefore about two things; original non conformist thought. In other words, controlling one’s own mind and ‘code of conduct’ as my father loved to call it, one’s values for life, being of ‘international morality’ as Bob Marley says and that includes first and last, women. Genius is the egalitarian state. Genius is also being able to parent oneself completely, emotionally more than anything else, but in all ways obviously. And that means the ability to hire parents to look after one, or have a network of true family, psychic communication or not. In other words, how to let go and how to love. And how to accept the beauty of destiny to go with the bitter grief. Having what you really need and facing the sacrifices that this takes. Honing Spirit. 

That’s why for me, ‘Meet Joe Black’ is not about the same man. The angel of death, the exquisitely unaware man who she helps as she is drawn into the depth of feeling at last so that she walks away from her callous business relationship partnership that she has been lounging around in, is a spiritual Bluebeard. He has to be fought by her father, so he doesn’t take her with him. When he returns to the spirit world as death, as angel. And he really has to be fought. It’s a brilliant visualisation of character to show, how even angels find the emotions of earth almost impossible to handle. And then he finally does let go and she lets go only because he shows her where he would be taking her. He is death, he is non life, he is all things, that sadly and seductively represent that escapist love, one could say for sure. The so called obsessive love. The one that truly, apparently, can only take us away from our destinies. The love that you and I have been asked to give up. The one we could have integrated into ‘real’ life, but at what cost. The so called, unhealthy loves. I will never take on that kind of prosaic shit of analysis and would suggest you do the same. We want the wisdom of love and sexuality and not the crap. Otherwise, what would have been the  point, right? We are sexual wisdom and love wisdom. As is my new love. And we must not lose the unique brilliance of that. The courage it takes to experience the depths of the REALITIES of it. We are most certainly, not armchair lovers. The three of us, and many others, we take it very seriously. We know it is the essence of all of it. How to be. 

And when you see what normal society does with romantic love, well, ‘nuff said. Keep the Hierophant line. It also is the only way to cope with the pain. We are allowed to feel pain. As my new love leaves another too, he is allowed to feel pain. We are all allowed to feel that pain and forge ahead at the same time. Everything has to be spelled out – for me too – because of the dire lack of education we all have. Because I and my kind have been killed for 10000 years. Yep, I’ve added two more millennia. Why not. It will become clear. I think ‘the floods’ were 10000 years ago. But the last queen of Atlantis or Lemuria was dead long before that. Even the Sacred Whore is a modern manifestation from that. Yes, that is an integral part of who we are, Female Priesthood, but not even that is our main job. Our main job is GOD. Interpretation. Wisdom. Utilising the unseen forces to help us understand the game. The game that it should have been. The game that we are returning to. Alchemy. To be Alchemist is Warrior. To be Warrior is pain. 

This Ascension journey is the gruelling training back into our Warrior selves. And that means no more escapist love of any kind. Other than the moments that new love will bring. The new way. The adult way. The mastered way. We are all fledglings. We are allowed to find it difficult, in the miracle of the new sweet. 

When the angel of death returns in ‘Meet Joe Black’, the vast profundity of that connection goes, and of course a personality in his own right and something else. Vibration. Each person, each connection has its own vibration. I think that is what normal society calls obsession. Or chemistry. We know better. But it is a vibration that can only be temporary it seems. And I do understand now and feel you do too. Not least, because of the telepathy. And the fact that the Temple work should not end. Whichever way it continues in the future. The new ‘Joe Black’ is new. He is fresh and untainted by that vast profundity, but it is there. It’s a lighter feeling, transporting myself back to that end scene. And he doesn’t need taking care in the same way, the connection is not as ‘co-dependent’. Not as ‘magical’ one could say too. But that has to be considered separately. What that magic actually is and so on. Grounded magic to ungrounded magic, let’s say. But all magic. Co-dependency of earth or co-dependency of Spirit? Now, there’s a question. 

And I also recall the various passages we have been covering, that talk about the shifts in relationship. Vibration and need cannot be dismissed, the twin soul that you are and the twin flame that he is, the significance of that difference, to levels we cannot even understand yet, all that cannot be dismissed, but the idea that there is only one, is clearly a sentimental belief we need to get rid of. In the same way that I have had to be beaten out of being programmed to want marriage, while men are programmed to want life, clearly the idea of one true love is not true. There are two. 

And when you look at the virgin society of one marriage, one lifetime, one husband, one wife, the background of profane to back up this, makes it ten times more painful. 

And then of course, there is just losing love to increase the compassion DNA of Spiritual Essence in ourselves. Not just purification. Ascension of the whole self. DNA by DNA. Changing the matter of one’s being. We had to lose. We had to make the sacrifice. All of us, in order to BE true love. 

This is clearly the holiest rite of passage of love, even if it is because of the sickneses of this world, due to the Draconian agenda, whatever that agenda actually is. I am sure it will be my privilege to find out and I expect you to continue to make it your privilege too. Let’s see where we go, but our work is clearly Temple work. And with this level of telepathy, we are to accept the bittersweet of it and at least have that professional companionship, that we have created this material with. 

In other words, new ways of not being alone. The advanced state of existence. And how uncanny – yeah, right – that social media, the internet, the different forms of communication that are available to us in this supersonic age, can take us into this esoteric way of life. Our relationship is esoteric in the truest and most advanced creative state possible, and will remain so, I hope. This is Temple. 

Anyway, that’s beside the point. The point is as I say, I am getting used to the idea of creating my own working group now and the company and all the things that have come out of this great journey with you. And it hurts, especially after our plans to do it together. But we know why and I am at peace with all that and belligerently ready to start a new template of life now. I think we all are. 

We are all, truly, growing up. That is Ascension. That is the healing of the heart. That is the strengthening of the psyche. That is a relationship with Spirit. Spirit as God, The Mother, The Universe, The Womb of Creation, The Highest Love Intelligence in existence, THE Love INTELLIGENCE and compassion of intelligence, and Spirit in other people. The people we love. 

And then, on a universal level, the ability to speak to Spirit in everyone. Even if they have no relationship with that same Spirit in themselves. How to speak, despite that. And just cut through the bullshit, even if the person carrying that Spirit, if you like, wants to stamp it into the ground, out of their wounding and indeed, conscious choice to be sadist, and so on. Or their belligerent rage of victim of the revolution. 

In other words, none of us are alone. They teach us that we are. They have taught us nothing else, so we cling to each other for the wrong reasons. So we remain weak and lost and escapist. And unproductive, or deeply unhappy, while being productive. This aside, from the global holocaust of the female holocaust and the denial of wisdom for all, that comes from the culling of the female psyche and the destruction of half the human beings of this planet on a second by second basis. None of us are alone. And now, none of us ARE alone. We have both. We are very lucky. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014

New Loves. New Life. Amera Ziganii Rao 

But know this, Marcus Vinicius. There are no goodbyes and never will be. As Merlin's father said to him, I will always be and you will always be. 

We will always be. 

And I am thinking about it this way. How could we have done any of this, without the incomparable level of love we have for each other? We have waged the war of the worlds. And won. That is love. And that is why we could do it. And why this hurts so much. For us, it was for nothing. For Her, it was everything. 

You have proved yourself in ways you cannot yet see. Be proud. Be free. You are my twin soul. 

We will always be. And as I open to my beautiful twin flame now, as I take on the vibration of another incomparable love, do not think I can ever live without my twin soul too. Temple Monarchy gives one privilege. Two loves. Friendship with one. A life with the other. I'm the lucky one. 

I will always need you. We will always be. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014 

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Master Quotes 

Worst feeling in the world is knowing you did the best you could, and it still wasn't good enough. Real Talk 

You can avoid reality, but you cannot avoid the consequences of avoiding reality. Ayn Rand 

Music is the universal language of mankind (womankind|).  ~ Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth 

When mind is still, then truth gets her chance to be heard in the purity of the silence. Śrī Aurobindo 

"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard." ― A.A. Milne, "Winnie-The-Pooh" 

Kindness is the light that dissolves all walls between souls, families, and nations. Paramahansa Yogananda 

Daylight has a funny effect on me. As for the night, that goes without saying. Harold Pinter 

Don't let people judge you. You are who you are, and if you work hard, you'll create an even better you. Sports Motivation 

My life is my message. Gandhi 

The only person you should try to be better than, is the person you were yesterday. Women of History

My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness. Dalai Lama 

Doing something nice for myself does not make me selfish. knowmyworth.com 

Interviewer: Some people say they can't understand your writing, even after they have read it two or three times. 

William Faulkner: Read it four times. 

Sometimes I fit into lyrics more than I fit into life. Kelly Rowland

Risk more than is required. Learn more than is normal. Be strong. Show courage. Breathe. Excel. Love. Lead. Speak your truth. Live your values. Laugh. Cry. Innovate. Simplify. Adore mastery. Release mediocrity. Aim for genius. Stay humble. Be kinder than expected. Deliver more than is needed. Exude passion. Shatter your limits. Transcend your fears. Inspire others by your bigness. Dream big but start small. Act now. Don't stop. Change the world. 

Robin Sharma. The Rules for Being Aamzing by Robin Sharma 

Martyrs are needed to create incidents. Incidents are needed to create revolutions. Revolutions are needed to create progress. Chester Himes 

TO THE JAPANESE FISHERMAN OF TAIJI

FROM YOKO ONO LENNON, 20 JANUARY 2014

Dear Japanese Fishermen of Taiji,

I understand how you must feel about the one-sided-ness of the West to be angry at your traditional capture and slaughter of Dolphins. But that tradition was made only when the world, and Japanese Fishermen did not know what it meant to do harm to the Dolphins. I'm sure you have heard so many speeches in which all of these things have been discussed. So I will not bore you with it.

But I think you should think of this situation from the point-of-view of the big picture. Japan has gone through such hard times lately. And we need the sympathy and help of the rest of the world. It will give an excuse for big countries and their children in China, India and Russia to speak ill of Japan when we should be communicating our strong love for peace, not violence.

I am sure that it is not easy, but please consider the safety of the future of Japan, surrounded by many powerful countries which are always looking for the chance to weaken the power of our country. The future of Japan and its safety depends on many situations, but what you do with Dolphins now can create a very bad relationship with the whole world.

The way you are insisting on a big celebration of killing so many Dolphins and kidnapping some of them to sell to the zoos and restaurants at this very politically sensitive time, will make the children of the world hate the Japanese. 

For many, many years and decades we have worked hard to receive true understanding of the Japanese from the world. And, because of our effort, Japan is now respected as a country of good power and ingenuity. This did not happen without our efforts of many decades. 

But what we enjoy now, can be destroyed literally in one day. I beg of you to consider our precarious situation after the nuclear disaster (which could very well effect the rest of the world, as well). 

Please use political tact and cancel the festival which will be considered by the rest of the world as a sign of Japanese arrogance, ignorance, and love for an act of violence.

Thank you. 

Yoko Ono Lennon 

20 January 2014

cc Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe 

Archaeology History 

(Well now. Let's not forget the re writing of the history of the world. Just more debunking. AZR)

Biologists have used DNA from the dung of Eritrean elephants to debunk the ancient Greek historian Polybius' account of the Battle of Raphia in 217 B.C., which pitted the war elephants of Ptolemy IV, the King of Egypt, against those of the Seleucid King Antiochus III.  

CHAMPAIGN, ILLINOIS—Adam Brant and Alfred Roca of the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign and their colleagues conducted a genetic study of elephants, using their dung, to try to clarify an account of the Battle of Raphia in 217 B.C. written by the Greek historian Polybius. The Egyptian pharaoh Ptolemy won the battle, but according to Polybius, his African war elephants were small and timid compared to the Asian elephants in the army of Antiochus III. African elephants are divided into smaller forest and larger savanna-dwelling species. Did Ptolemy perhaps fight with the smaller forest variety of elephant? Knowing that the range of African elephants did not extend into Egypt, Brandt thinks that Ptolemy probably traveled to Eritrea to find his war elephants. The team’s analysis concluded that today’s small, surviving population of elephants in Eritrea is related to the larger savanna variety, without genetic ties to forest elephants or Asian elephants. “Most likely, the Greek historian who wrote about the battle added in his own interpretation as to the relative size of the elephants. There were semi-mythological accounts in the ancient world that attributed great size to the elephants of India, and these were probably known to Polybius, and were likely the source of his belief that Indian elephants were the largest of all,” wrote Roca.

Archaeology Magazine 

CARD FOR NOW

using Temple of Balance Oracle Cards 

GIRAFFE - Sacred Bond 

Stretch your neck out and try new things in the area of expression and communication. If things arent working in this area for you at the moment, be inventive by trying new ways. This will help strengthen your connection with others. Relationships are nourished when communication lines remain open and clear. 

Keywords: Expression. Throat. Communication. Innovation. New.

Lee-Anne Peters

Temple of Balance Oracle Cards  

Master Quotes 

Everything you've ever done, every person you've ever met, every experience you've ever had, is a part of who you are today. Adding interesting layers to your being. And colourful depths to your soul. Everything needed to be. As it was. So you could grow as you did and do. Notsalmon.com 

If you don't become the ocean, you'll be seasick every day. Leonard Cohen 

Be a loner. That gives you time to wonder, to search for the truth. Have holy curiosity. Make you life worth living. Albert Einstein 

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

Love is the most durable power in the world. Dr Martin Luther King Jr

Re Writing The Human Race. Amera Ziganii Rao 

So, generic question here. If male physical strength (other than the female strength to give birth to other human beings) is more, as so many men like to remind women of, in so many wonderful ways, why wouldn't a woman's mind be more? 

Exactly. 

Other than the now obvious High Priestess silencing by the Draconian agenda of male supremacy for their own ends, to make Roman Empire drones of you all, where is the logic? Oh, because women are vessels of birth. Stupid and physically weak. Right. Got it. Such satisfying bullshit. Why wouldn't women be the mind if men are the physical?? 

Soul is the egalitarian state. Ego is the world. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014

....penis envy = power envy, action envy, financial envy, recognition envy, physical power (even) envy, safety envy. Womb envy = mind and esoteric mind and emotional intelligence and love intelligence envy. 

Nothing wrong in the envy. Denied to us, we yearn for what we are also built for. Women, for power, men for love. Projection is not allowed. Projection is hate. Projection is misogyny. The decision to hate instead of feeling the grief, rage or fear. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014  

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Ingeborg Bachmann & Paul Celan: Herzzeit/Heart’s Time, A Correspondence 

by humanitiesunderground  

Paul Celan was born in 1920 in Bucovina, Romania. He became one of the most prominent 20th century poets. Celan committed suicide in Paris, in 1970, before turning 50.

Ingeborg Bachmann was born in 1926 in Klagenfurt, Austria. She wrote poems, libretti, novels and is considered one of the most talented German – Austrian writers of the 20th century. Bachmann died in rather strange circumstances in a fire in Rome, in 1973.  She was 47 years old.

The love affair between Ingeborg Bachmann and Paul Celan constitutes one of the most dramatic chapters of literary history after 1945. The respective backgrounds of the lovers who came together in May 1948 in occupied Vienna could not have been more different: she, the philosophy student daughter of an early Austrian member of the NSDAP; he, a stateless German-speaking Jew from Czernowitz who had lost his parents in a concentration camp and was himself a survivor of a Romanian labour camp. It is from this irreconcilable difference that Paul Celan developed his role as a Jewish poet writing for German readers and his high standards for poetry in German after the Jewish catastrophe. For Ingeborg Bachmann, who had already confronted the most recent past of Germany and Austria, it became a new impulse – to spend her life fighting the danger to forget, and to champion Celan’s work. Both this difference and the striving to resume the dialogue – precisely because of that difference – characterize their letters, from the first gift of a poem in May/June 1948 to the last letter of 1967.

Writing formed the focal point in the lives of both correspondents… For both, however, writing – including letter-writing – was no easy matter. The struggle for language and the conflict with the word assume a central role in the correspondence. Time and again, there are references to unsent letters: some of these were failures and hence discarded; some were kept, and appear between the others as documents of doubt… the phrase ‘You know’ [Du weisst or Du weisst ja] often stands in for a direct statement, and telegrams or short letters often promise longer letters, which do not always come… Silence, in some cases a source of torment for one of the two parties and in others maintained by a tacit agreement, is an important element throughout the six phases of their correspondence… Between the weeks spent together in Vienna and the last of the 196 documents – letters, postcards, telegrams, dedications and a page of conversation notes – these events are: Celan’s departure from Vienna to travel to Paris in June 1948; the meeting at the conference of Gruppe 47 in Niendorf (their last for several years); the resumption of the love affair after a conference in Wuppertal in October 1957; Bachmann’s encounter with Max Frisch in the summer of 1958; and, finally, the intensification of Celan’s mental crisis in late 1961 following the climax of the Goll affair, instigated by Yvan Goll’s widow with accusations of plagiarism.

The first phase, the time of their encounter in Vienna, has a central document, Celan’s dedicatory poem, ‘In Agypten’. ‘Splendidly enough,’ writes Ingeborg Bachmann to her parents on 20th May 1948, ‘the surrealist poet Paul Celan’ has fallen in love with her. 3 days later Celan sends her this poem with a dedication (‘Vienna, 23 May 1948. To the meticulous one, 22 years after her birthday, From the unmeticulous one’) in a book of Matisse paintings.

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‘In Egypt’

For Ingeborg 

You should say to the eye of the strange woman: Be the water.

You should find in the stranger’s eye those you know are in the water.

You should bring them from the water: Ruth! Naomi! Miriam!

You should adorn them when you lie with the stranger.

You should adorn them with the cloudy hair of strangers.

You should say to Ruth and Miriam and Naomi:

Look, I’m sleeping with you!

You should adorn the strange woman nearest you most beautifully.

You should adorn her with sorrow for Ruth, for Miriam and Naomi.

You should say to the stranger:

Look, I slept with them!

[translated by Stephen Lloyd Webber. http://stephenlloydwebber.com/2011/03/ten-translations-of-paul-celan-poems/]

Letter from Bachmann to Celan, Vienna, Christmas 1948. NOT SENT.

Dear, dear Paul!

Yesterday and today I thought a great deal about you – or about us, if you will. I am not writing to you because I want you to write again, but because it gives me pleasure and because I want to. I had also planned to meet you somewhere in Paris very soon, but then my stupid and vain sense of duty kept me here and I did not leave. What does this mean anyway – ‘somewhere in Paris’? I don’t know anything, but I do think it would have been lovely somehow!

Three months ago someone suddenly gave me your book of poems as a gift. I didn’t know it had come out. That was so… the ground was so light and buoyant beneath me, and my hand was trembling a little, just a very little bit.

[…] I still do not know what last spring meant. – You know me, I always want to know everything very precisely. – It was lovely – and so were the poems, and the poem we made together.

Today you are dear to me and so present. That is what I want to tell you at all costs – I often neglected to do so during that time.

I can come for a few days as soon as I have time. And would you want to see me? – One hour, or two.

Much, much love!

Yours

Ingeborg

Celan to Bachmann, Paris, 26 January 1949

Ingeborg,

Try for a moment to forget that I was silent for so long and so insistently – I had a great deal of sorrow, more than my brother could take from me, my good brother, whose house I am sure you have not forgotten. Write to me as if you were writing to him, to him who always thinks of you and who locked in your medallion the leaf that you have now lost.

Do not keep me, do not keep him waiting!

I embrace you

Paul

Bachmann to Celan, Vienna, late May/early June, 1949. ABORTED DRAFT

Paul, dear Paul,

I long for you and for our fairy tale. What shall I do? You are so far away from me, and the cards you send, which satisfied me until recently, are no longer enough for me.

Yesterday I received poems of yours through Klaus Demus, poems that were new to me, including three recent ones. I can hardly bear it that they reached me by such a detour. There has to be something there for me too.

I can read them better than the others, for in them I encounter the you I have known since the end of the Beatrixgasse. You are always my concern, I ponder a great deal on it and speak to you and take your strange dark head between my hands and want to push the stones off your chest, free your hand with the carnations and hear you sing. Nothing has happened to me to make me suddenly think more intensely of you. Everything is as usual; I have work and success, and there are somehow men around me, but it means little to me: you, beautiful things and gloomy things are spread over my fleeting days

Celan to Bachmann, Paris, 20 June, 1949

Ingeborg,

This year I am ‘imprecise’ and late. But perhaps it is only because I want no one except you to be there when I place poppies, a great many poppies, and memory, just as much memory, two great glowing bouquets on your birthday table. I have been looking forward to this moment for weeks.

Paul

Bachmann to Celan, Vienna, 24 June, 1949

My dear,

Because I was not thinking about it at all your card truly came flying here today on the day before – just like last year – straight into my heart; yes, it is true. I am so fond of you, I never said it back then. I felt the poppies again, deep, very deep; you performed such wonderful magic, I could never forget it.

Sometimes I’d like nothing better than to get away and come to Paris, to feel you touch my hand, how you touch me completely with flowers and then not to know yet again where you come from and where you are going.  To me you come from India or from a more distant dark, brown land, to me you are the desert and the sea and everything secretive. I know nothing about about and that is why I am often so afraid for you, I cannot imagine that you are doing the same things the rest of us are doing here, I should have a castle for us and bring you to me, so that you can be my enchanted lord, we will have many tapestries in it and music and invent love.

I have often thought that ‘Corona’** is your most beautiful poem, it is the most perfect anticipation of a moment where everything becomes marble and remains thus forever. But here it is not my ‘time’.  I hunger for something that I will not get, everything is flat and vapid, tired and used-up even before it is used.

In mid-August I will be in Paris just for a few days. Don’t ask me why or what for, but be there for me, for one evening, or two or three… Take me to the Seine, let us gaze into it until we become little fishes and recognize each other again.

Ingeborg

**Corona

Autumn eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.

From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:

then time returns to the shell.

In the mirror it’s Sunday,

in dream there is room for sleeping,

our mouths speak the truth.

My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one:

we look at each other,

we exchange dark words,

we love each other like poppy and recollection,

we sleep like wine in the conches,

like the sea in the moon’s blood ray.

We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from

the street:

it is time they knew!

It is time the stone made an effort to flower,

time unrest had a beating heart.

It is time it were time.

It is time.

[translated by Michael Hamburger] 

Celan to Bachmann, Paris, 20 August 1949

My dear Ingeborg,

So you are only coming in two months – why? You have not told me, nor have you told me for how long, nor told me whether you will receive your scholarship… Do you know, Ingeborg, why I have written to you so little during the last year? Not only because Paris had forced me into a terrible silence from which I could not escape; also because I did not know what you thought about those brief weeks in Vienna…

Perhaps I am mistaken, perhaps we are evading each other in the very place where we would so like to meet, maybe we are both to blame. Except that I tell myself that my silence is perhaps more understandable than yours, for the darkness it imposes upon me is older.

… How far away or close are you, Ingeborg? Tell me, so that I know whether your eyes will be closed if I kiss you now.

Paul

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Celan to Bachmann, Paris, 12 December 1957. TELEGRAM.

PLEASE DO NOT GIVE MORAS POEMS YET SEE YOU SOON

PAUL

Celan to Bachmann, 12 December 1957

.. Tell me if we should meet again in Cologne after Bremen (26 January) for longer.

 I just sent you a telegram asking you to hold on to the poems that were meant for Moras for a while.

 …Ingeborg, Ingeborg. I am so full of you.

And know, finally, what your poems are like.

Say something about the events in the train to Frankfurt.

Celan to Bachmann, Paris, 13 December 1957

Paris, 13.XII.57

‘One Day and Another’

Foehn-windy you. The silence

went along with us like a second

clear life.

I gained, I lost, we believed

in ominous miracles, the branch

writ large upon the sky, bore us, grew

into the moon’s orbit, a tomorrow

ascended into yesterday, we fetched

the candlestick, I cried

into your hand.

Celan to Bachmann, Paris, 11 January, 1958. NOTE

Saturday

You are reading now.

I am thinking of your voice.

Bachmann to Celan, Vienna, 18 January, 1958

The Proust arrived. How lovely!! (But how you are spoiling me!)

That evening when you called again, I kept thinking how you had asked me: should I come? You do not know what it means to me to be asked like that. I suddenly had to cry, simply because this exists for me and I never had it before.

I wish you a good journey, and do not let any of the petty things that are always there lessen your joy. I will give some more thought to the location and write to you in Bremen. This time I will protect you!

Ingeborg 

Celan to Bachmann, Hamburg, 27 January 1958. TELEGRAM 

TOMORROW TEN-THIRTY-THREE

PAUL 

Bachmann to Celan, Munich, 2 February, 1958 

Paul, 

The work that had been such an ordeal and a burden for me is finished. And now you shall have your letter right away before my eyes fall shut.

Regarding the latest Goll accident: I implore you, let this business die in your heart, then I believe it will also die outside. It often seems to me as if persecutions can only harm us for as long as we are prepared to let ourselves be persecuted.

The truth lets you rise above it, and so you can wipe it away from above.

… My final worry concerns not us but Gisèle [Celan’s wife; they married in 1952; had a son Eric; lived separately after 1967] and you, and that you might not find the way to her beautiful, heavy heart. But you will see once more, and be able to dispel the darkness for her too. This is the last time that I shall speak of the matter, and you do not have to reply.

After you left, I enjoyed working for the first time in a while – even the monotonous task of typing out text for hours was a joy to me, and I am as eager as anything.

Is that not good too? Now I shall be off to Tubingen. On your trail. 

Ingeborg 

Celan to Bachmann, Paris, 12 November 1959 

I wrote to you on 17 October, Ingeborg – in a time of need. On 23 October, after I had still not received an answer, I wrote, equally in need, to Max Frisch [Bachmann’s live-in partner from the end of 1958]. Then, as my need continued, I tried, several times, to reach you by telephone – in vain.

You had – I read it in the newspapers – gone to the meeting of Gruppe 47 and received much acclaim for a story entitled ‘Alles’.

This morning your letter came, and this afternoon the letter from Max Frisch. You know, Ingeborg, what you wrote to me.

You also know what Max Frisch wrote to me.

You also know – or, rather, you used to know – what I was trying to say in ‘Todesfuge’*** You know – no, you used to know – so now I must remind you – that for me ‘Todesfuge’ is not least this: an epitaph and a grave. Whoever writes those things about ‘Todesfuge’, the things this Blocker character wrote [in a review], is desecrating the graves.

My mother too has only this grave.

…. As hard as it is for me, Ingeborg – and it is hard for me – I must now ask you not to write to me, not to call me, not to send me any books, not now, not in the months ahead – not for a very long time. And please, both of you, do not force me to send back your letters!

Though a number of things are becoming apparent to me, I will not make this letter any longer.

I have to think of my mother.

I have to think of Gisèle and the child.

I sincerely wish you all the best, Ingeborg! Farewell! 

Paul 

***Todesfuge 

Death Fugue 

Black milk of daybreak we drink it come evening

we drink it come midday come morning we drink it come night

we drink it and drink it

we spade out a grave in the air there it won’t feel so tight

A man lives at home who plays with the vipers he writes

he writes in the German-born nightfall

the gold of your hair Margarete

he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are aglitter he whistles his hounds out

he whistles his Jews off has them spade out a grave in the ground

he orders us play up for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you come night

we drink you come midday come morning we drink you come evening

we drink you and drink you

A man lives at home who plays with the vipers he writes

he writes in the German-born nightfall the gold of your hair Margarete

the ash of your hair Shulamith we spade out a grave in the air there it won’t feel so tight

He yells you there dig deeper and you there sing and play

He grabs the nightstick at his belt and swings it his eyes are so blue

You there dig deeper and you there play loud for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you come night

We drink you come midday come morning we drink you come evening

We drink you and drink you

a man lives at home the gold of your hair Margarete

the ash of your hair Shulamith he plays with the vipers

he yells play sweeter for death Death is a German-born master

yells scrape the strings darker you’ll rise through the air like smoke

and have a grave in the clouds there it won’t feel so tight

Black milk of daybreak we drink you come night

we drink you come midday Death is a German-born master

We drink you come evening come morning we drink you and drink you

Death is a German-born master his eye is so blue

He shoots with lead bullets he shoots you his aim is so true

a man lives at home the gold of your hair Margarete

he lets his hounds loose on us grants us a grave in the air

he plays with his vipers and dreams a dream Death is a German-born master

The gold of your hair Margarete

The ash of your hair Shulamith

[Translated by A Z Foreman]

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Celan to Bachmann, Paris, 17 November 1959

I am worried about you, Ingeborg –

But you have to understand my cry for help – you do not hear it, you are not within your own heart (where I expect you to be), you are… in literature.

… So please write to me, or send me – by telegram – your telephone number in the Kirchgasse.

(Please do not call: we have a guest: Rolf Schrors…) 

Bachmann to Celan, Zurich, 18 November 1959 

Your express letter just came, Paul, thank god. I can breathe again. Yesterday, I tried to write to Gisele in my desperation… to translate my helplessness for you, the conflict I am in, – as well as my lack of freedom in a letter that was bad, I know, that was unable to come to life.

The last few days here, since your letter – it was horrible, everything becoming unstable, close to breaking up, and now each of us has inflicted so many wounds on each other. But I cannot, I must not speak of that.

But I must speak about us. We cannot let it happen, we must not fail in finding the way back to each other again, – it would destroy me. You say I am not within myself, but, rather,… in literature! No, do not be absurd – what strange directions your thoughts are taking. I am where I always am, but often despairing, collapsing under the different burdens; it is difficult for me to carry even one person who is isolated by self-destruction and illness. I have to learn to do more, I know, and I will.

I will listen to you, but please help me too by listening. I shall send the telegram with my number now, and pray that we will find the words.

Ingeborg

Bachmann to Celan, Zurich 18 November 1959. TELEGRAM

342987  BUT NOT TONIGHT LET US FIND THE WORDS

INGEBORG

Bachmann to Celan, Zurich, 19 February, 1960

Dear Paul,

After all that has happened, I think there is no way for us to go on together. It is no longer possible for me.

It is very hard for me to say this.

I wish you all the best.

Ingeborg

Celan to Bachmann, 19 May 1960

I am writing to you, Ingeborg.

Do you remember what I said to you when I saw you last, two years ago, in Paris, in the taxi before you left?

I remember, Ingeborg.

‘Do not get into adventures, Ingeborg’ – that is what I said to you.

You did get into adventures – the fact that you do not even know it is…proof of that.

Ingeborg, where are you? – someone like Blocker comes along, a grave desecrator, I write to you in my desperation, and you cannot spare a word for me, not even a syllable, but go to literary conferences…

And one day, I receive a letter in which, ‘after all that has happened’, you terminate our friendship…

Are you not ashamed, Ingeborg?

I am writing to you, Ingeborg.

… And if you want us to talk, please tell me that too.

You were not in my good books these last few months, Ingeborg – if you can be yourself for one moment now, you will understand the why and wherefore…

Paul

Bachmann to Celan, Zurich, after 27 September 1961, NOT SENT

Dear Paul,

We spoke on the telephone a few minutes ago – but let me try to answer your letter first. I am not sure if what has come between us is based on misunderstandings or something requiring clarification. I see it differently: sudden silences, an absence of the most basic reactions, something that makes me helpless because I can only make assumptions and these inevitably lead nowhere; and then I hear from you again, like now, hear how bad you are feeling and remain just as helpless as I was during the silence, and do not know how I can find the way out, how I can ever feel lively and alive with you again. Sometimes the reasons are very clear to me, incidents from the terrible time last year that I do not understand to this day, and which I try to forget because I do not want them to be true – because I wish you had not done, said and written those things. Now too, I was shocked again when you said on the telephone that you have to be pardoned for something; I do not know what you meant by that, but I am already scared again…

I truly think that the greater misfortune lies within you. The awful things that come from outside – and you do not need to assure me they are true, for I know about most of them – may poison your life, but you can get through it, you have to get through it. Now it can only depend on you to deal with it in the right way, for you can see that all the declarations and all the advocacy, as right as they may have been, have not diminished that misfortune within you. When I hear you speak, it seems as if everything is the same as it were a year ago, as if the efforts of so many people meant nothing to you, as if only the other things, the dirt, the scorn, and the stupidity meant anything. And you are losing friends, because people feel that it means less to you, and that the objections they make where it seems necessary do not mean anything either…

Of all the many injustices and injuries I have experienced so far, the ones you inflicted have always been the worst – not least because I cannot respond to them with contempt or indifference, because I cannot protect myself against them, because my feelings for you always remain too strong and make me defenceless. Of course, you are primarily concerned with other things now, with your needs; but for me, if they are to be addressed, the primary concern must be our relationship, so that other things can become open to discussion. You say you do not want to lose us… I ask myself: who am I for you, after so many years?… That is precisely what I do not know, and that makes me despair. For a while, after we met again in Wuppertal, I believed in this ‘today’; I affirmed you and you affirmed me in a new life, and that is how it seemed to me, I accepted you, not only with Gisele but also with new developments, new hardships and new chances for happiness that came for you after the time we shared.

…You want to be the victim, but it is up to you not to be… of course it is coming, and will continue to come, from outside, but you sanction it… You react to it, and by doing so you clear a way for it. You want to be the one who is wrecked by it, but I cannot endorse that – for you can change it. You want them to have your ruin on their conscience… I do not think the world can change, but we can, and I wish you could…

I am often very bitter when I think of you, and sometimes I cannot forgive myself for not hating you, for that poem you wrote, accusing me of murder. Has someone you live ever accused you of murder, when you were innocent? The insane thing is that I do not hate you… no apology could ever be enough and I could not accept it in any case. I ask that you, by helping me, help yourself – that you help yourself.

Bachmann to Celan, Basel, 24 October 1961

My dear Paul

Every, or almost every evening I have tried to continue my long letter [above, not sent]. Now I cannot send it, because it tries to do too many things. I would rather bring it with me to Paris, and fill it out in conversation and let you fill it out…

I cannot give you a date yet at the moment. I will not be able to come before 5 or 7 November… I hope very much that you are feeling better, I wish you a recovery so very much, and will tell you next week when I can come!

Many regards to Gisele.

Ingeborg

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Bachmann to Celan, Rome, 5 December, 1961

Dear, dear Paul,

I probably wanted to write every day… If I could at least write a letter…  but it has long been like an illness; I cannot write, I am already cripped when I write the date or put the paper in the typewriter. [Bachmann’s writer’s block totally paralyzes her soon after this.]

I wish you could finally feel better, that you could be protected by better health – or rather, that a new composure and calm could restore you to full health again.

It often seems to me that you do not know how much is down to you, and that you could take hold of yourself from that point of self-recognition.

Our lessons are becoming ever more difficult. May we learn them.

Celan to Bachmann, Paris, 21 September, 1963

Dear Ingeborg,

… Now I am writing to you, just a few lines, to ask you likewise for a few lines.

Please let me know how you are feeling.

I have a few less than pleasant years behind me – ‘behind me’, as they say.

I have a new volume of poems coming out in the next few weeks – a variety of things have been woven into it, and in some of them I have taken a rather ‘inartistic’ path, as was essentially bound to happen. The document of a crisis, if you like – but what would poetry be if it were not that too, and radically so?

So please, write me a few lines.

I wish you all the best, Ingeborg.

Yours

Paul

Celan to Bachmann, Frankfurt au Main, 30 July 1967

Dear Ingeborg,

Three days ago, on the way from Freiburg, Dr Unseld told me about the Akhmatova affair; then I bought Der Speigel.

Let me thank you warmly for recommending me to Piper to translate the Russian poetess, whose poems I have known for a long time. Mandelstamm was one of her most faithful admirers.

Perhaps you could write me a few lines. If you do, then please at this address:

PC Ecole Normale Superieure,  45 rue d’Elm, Paris 5e.

All the best!

Yours

Paul

Bachmann [coming out of a severe writer’s block], one of her last poems, 1967

Enigma

Nothing more will come.

Spring will no longer flourish.

Millennial calendars forecast it already.

And also summer and more, sweet words

such as ‘summer-like’–

nothing more will come.

You mustn’t cry,

says the music.

Otherwise

no one

says

anything.

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In late spring, 1970, Gisèle Celan-Lestrange, estranged wife of the poet Paul Celan, wrote to Ingeborg Bachmann: “In the night from Monday to Tuesday, 19 to 20 April, he left his apartment, never to return…” [Celan drowned himself in the River Seine in Paris.]

“My life is over, for during the transport he has drowned in the river’… ‘he was my life. I loved him more than my life.’

-          From Malina: A Novel. By Ingeborg Bachmann, translated by Philip Boehm. (translation published by Holmes & Meier, 1990)

Bachmann died in a mysterious fire alone in a room in Rome in 1973, a death by burning she seemed to have anticipated in her dream/fiction.

 ————————————————————————————-

Excerpted from Correspondence: Ingeborg Bachmann and Paul Celan, Edited with commentaries by Bertrand Badiou, Hans Holler, Andrea Stoll and Barbara Wiedemann

Translated by Wieland Hoban.

Seagull Books, Calcutta, 2010

Goddess XXlV (Artwork) 

Update on Love. Re Writing The Human Race. Amera Ziganii Rao 

The world. The ‘inmates running the asylum’. Abusers of power and haters of women with 90 percent of the world’s income, firmly in their financial whoremonger and cruel plantation owner pockets. The inmates running the asylum. The world of men, by men. Women are slaves. Male love is loving slavery. Male love for woman is to love a slave. I thought that was sex. They think that is life. I am not the stupid one. I am Female Priesthood. I am not the one who is mad. Male is mad. 

Men are profane, mad, cruel, godless and thick. And this is their world. 

Keep it. I’m off. Off to build my own. Alone, on my own and self owned. Sex with a man in the same room is overrated. And friendship clearly never existed. Men hate women. Women love men. 

There is no male Ascension. No female, male Ascension. The ‘Kundalini Rising’ (the DNA shift) has to be whole. Soul is the egalitarian state. Men will never ascend. Non female and male priesthood will never ascend. The rathole is our only world. For now. Your world. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014 

The Sacred Diszea

No man is above The Diszea, however royal. The Ancient Gods have spoken. The Diszea have passed judgment. Redeem yourself. No further chance will be given………This is a runemark….in times past this aroused great fear. It was given those found wanting by The Court of The Diszea. The highest court of The Old Religion. Three women were chosen at birth to be trained as seers and soothsayers. Their only task was to interpret the word of The Triple Goddess. When they sat in judgement, their word was final…..The Diszea have seen fit to give you this. This is a judgment of The Gods against you……The Diszea are the mouthpiece of The Triple Goddess………”We do not judge. We do not condemn. We are but the anuncier of The One who presides over all. Who sees all. Who knows all. The Triple Goddess. And you, Arthur Pendragon have angered Her…..you have denied The Old Religion, dismissed its faith, persecuted its followers, even unto slaughter….embrace the ways of The Old Religion Arthur or risk the ire of The Goddess and the destruction of everything you most value. The end of your reign, the fall of Camelot, yourself…..You are known Arthur. You have always been known. And now you come here to the most sacred of the most sacred, to the very heart of The Old Religion, with weapons drawn, trampling hallowed relics, treating our sacred space like you do your kingdom. With arrogance, with conceit. With insolence……the future holds much pain for you Arthur Pendragon. For you and your people. If you wish to save all you hold dear, if you wish to save your kingdom, embrace The Old Religion, learn Her ways, bow to The Goddess…..consider carefully. You have until dawn.” 

The Diszea. BBC TV’s Merlin 

Deepak Chopra. How To Know God ('God' AZR)

Here is his condemnation of Eve: I will increase your labour and your groaning, and in labour shall you bear children. You shall be eager for your husband, and he shall be your master. Eve has such a reputation as temptress that we forget one thing - she is not overtly sexual until God makes her so. Being 'eager' for your husband is part of the curse, as is the pain of giving birth. The rest of family life will have to bear the sentence pronounced upon God's son: With labour shall you win your food from the earth all the days of your life. It will grow thorns and thistles for you, none but wild plants for you to eat. You shall gain your bread by the sweat of your brow, until you return to the ground; for from it you were taken. Dust you are, to dust shall you return. This entire scene, which ends with Adam and Eve driven in shame from paradise, also divides a family, shattering the intimacy of the preceding days, when God would walk in Eden and enjoy himself with his children. Deepak Chopra 

One day we’ll live in freedom again…..Merlin 

Until then we go unmarked in death as in life….Mordred 

BBC TV’s Merlin 

Religion; The Pronouncement. Amera Ziganii Rao 

What religion and ‘God’ contribute to the female species on the whole planet. What religion is for women; 

“I will increase your labour and your groaning, and in labour shall you bear children. You shall be eager for your husband, and he shall be your master.” The world is legitimately one big male supremacist, female slaver pig. Backed up by the ‘highest’ power of all. The lies. Drones of the Roman Empire. All of us. The ‘religious’ and the ‘non religious' too’ There is no intelligentsia. Not until women are honoured again on this toilet of a planet. Your ‘God’ can fuck off. As can your politicians, priests and medics. Your ‘God’ made me a baby breeding machine. Because I am female. There to fuck and breed. I am a great deal more than that. Especially, because I found out the whole truth. 

No wonder you believe ‘God’ is male. You are the conquerors of earth. You took ‘The Trinity’ and you made it yours. You made everything yours. You are the thieves of the Universe and the curse is that Divinity, real Divinity neither interferes with the behaviour of anyone, nor dismisses anything in Her spiritual system of ‘democracy’. In other words, evil runs as free as love. That is why you exist and thrive and that is why it is up to you. It’s called spiritual existentialism. And why you have failed. The corruptibility of men. For sure. It’s your world and it’s a toilet. Tell me when you are done. Then, we move in and clear it all up. No empire lasts forever. 

As for you, I know now what you envy, men, women who are outside The Temple. Conscience. Peace. For that you have to have humanity. For that you have to repent. For that you have to redeem yourself. For that you have to love. You don’t love women. You will never love. Nothing is your fault. This life, let’s just say. Everything and I mean everything is your responsibility just as it is mine. That is why I became peace. I had the MORALITY to become peace. You don’t. You hate women. Women are there to fuck and breed. You do not enter the Goddessdom of Heaven. You have been told. And you have been told why. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014

Master Quotes 

Your talent is wasted if no one knows about it. You will be dishonouring yourself and the Universe if you keep it to yourself thinking it is modest to do so. Whatever your gift is, let it touch someone else's life. Bespiritualandrich.com 

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle. Love is a war. Love is growing up. James Baldwin. In Search of a Majority 

South of the Sphinx, Egyptologists have uncovered the remains of a 21-room building that may have been occupied by high-ranking officials some 4,500 years ago. 

http://archaeology.org/news/1751-140122-egypt-giza-mansion 

Natural Born Mystic l. Amera Ziganii Rao 

The meek may inherit the earth but it takes a whole lifetime. Men are programmed to hate women. Women are programmed to love men. With that kind of crippling legacy on earth, a look at the average poll that happily declares, with great mystery, that men are deliriously happy when married, and women are only deliriously happy, when not married. No wonder. No wonder, ‘women love too much’. Men do not love at all, unless they are loving males. Men love men. In fact, let me be even bitter about it – please, I am long over that shit – and say, everyone loves men.

Oohhhhh, men, men men. Fuck the women, physically, metaphorically and above all financially, in every way possible, especially by never supporting her in wanting to earn and own her own money, despite all the legendary accusations of females stealing money from men. There is just no way out, other than out. It is an extraordinary pain to find out at long last, that it is both denial of love and then punishment itself, if you look after yourself. There is no way out, other than out of men. Per se. To be with a man, around a man or involved with a man, is only one thing. Abuse and slavery or denial. Hatred. Always, hatred. 

Men do not love women. Men are programmed to hate the people they desire. That is the route of rape and anger and neediness and fear in men. They are programmed to hate the people they so want to love. Women are programmed to love and to love men in particular. And men do not love. There is, truly, no hope. 

And knowledgeable or not, wise or not, savvy or not, experienced or not, women are doomed to spend their/our whole lives, in relation to men. The path to separatism as peace makers, has to take that long. Like all prison inmates for half a century. Turning hate into love. The spiritual path, yes. The path to Ascension like it falls into your lap, yes, but fucking hell. This place is awful. Unless you are a man. And I am not interested in spending one minute envying that. Men are disgusting. And programmed to be just that and beyond any help. And a woman’s incredibly horrendous journey is to find out. And to waste her life, finding out. First, the half a lifetime it takes to truly understand how and why men do not love and why men cannot love women, and then the years of recovery and building a life again and then apparently, finally getting to work to create a life for one, because men are actually programme to hate the very people who have been programmed to love them. By that time, everyone else is ready for retirement. 

The many many levels of abusing a people are vast. I could never have believed it would go so deep. I believe nothing else now. This is a male world and men hate women. What an extraordinary journey. We are a slave people who are programmed to love our executors. Ascension is for a woman therefore, the final escape. Instead of living as a slave, we live poor and righteous. Abundance of love is for men. Everything is for men. Feminism has not even left the stable. Feminism has not even begun. Women are in so much trouble. Men hate women. Women love men. 

Freedom is austere. And of course, can only be attained, once it has been lived truly and profoundly. Love, I mean. I miss men. I will always miss men. But now I know who they are. And no, I do not like them, anymore than I could like a member of the Ku Klux Klan. At least their white sheets give them away. Men are invisible. We think they are like us. They are long long long long long gone. The men we knew. 

Money and power is the new sex. With no man in sight, but the memories of him and them inside. The dreams, for sure. It could only ever be a dream. This is earth. 

And the only success for women is the greatest. Never being programmed to love men or anything male ever again. Male is not in my vicinity anymore. I know who I am. Separatism as a peacemaker. Giving up. Walking away. Starting life again. ‘Growing up’. Accepting at last, that men do not love women. And that I was only programmed, to love men. It was all one big nightmare. Sex is not for this planet. Men are profane, mad, cruel, godless and thick. And this is their world. 

Separatism, as the best of the best have said before me, is the only way. Keep the psychic. Keep the sincerity. Ditch the real. Grieve a life. And then live. Live as a woman can live. As a rat in a hole. This is not our planet. And it takes time to build a life. First, the addiction to a people who hate, has to be done. And then, the biggest mountain of all. Completely and utterly alone. A woman determining her own destiny is the most hated being on this planet. Her climb is having no place to go. Until she reaches. And can finally, totally and utterly, close the doors on everyone else. 

Of course, I describe Female Priesthood. Men are too profane for me. Men are too profane for any woman. Sex will have to remain an earthless dream. Men are too profane for me. I am Female Priesthood. I chose, to be honoured, or not at all. I got the not at all. I am free. One day, I really will be. I will be a person of love who is free. Utterly and completely across the board, in every way possible. A person of love, on earth, will be free. Me. 

My father never gave money nor allowed his educated and able wife to earn money herself. 49 years later, that is ALL I have ever seen. That is bullshit. Men are disgusting and belong in the bin. I get it. I am no longer addicted to something that never existed. The myth of male love. The scourge of this earth. Unless you are a man. And I guess, that was the point. You serve the Draconians. Keep them. And keep your sicknesses. One day, at least all women will have to wake up. And then you will never be needed or wanted ever again. The male nightmare, brought upon yourself, by your hatred. Love is nothing but a Draconian addiction now. My world has long gone. Now, I live it alone. And always will. A transgression of the Laws of the Universe indeed. Denying you is the only solution. To stop your madness. The madness that runs this whole appalling, disgusting, male worshipping world. I don’t want it anymore. Now, I have to spend years getting it out of my system. Male is evil. Male has to go. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014

Men are profane, mad, cruel, godless and thick. And this is their world. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014 

If someone really wants to be a part of your life 

they will seriously make an effort to be in it.

Navee 

I’ve given Jerusalem my whole life. Everything. First I thought we were fighting for God, then I realised we were fighting for wealth and land. I was ashamed…..God be with you. He’s (She’s) no longer with me. 

Tiberius to Balian. Ridley Scott’s Kingdom of Heaven 

Each time a woman stands up for herself, without knowing it possibly, without claiming it, she stands up for all women. Maya Angelou 

No slavery. No male supremacy. No financial abuse. Equality for all. AZR 

Why can't I love myself as much as I love you? Why am I able to see the beauty in everyone but myself? K.S. 

When you build your own world, you create one that others will adore spending time in..I'm not here to fit into your world. I'm here to build my own. Soul Blazer Lisa Haisha 

Silence and meditation is the cure for ruthless thinking..Never trust your tongue when your heart is bitter. Soul Blazer Lisa Haisha 

Temple of Balance. Oracle Cards 

Dolphin. Emotions. The dolphin calls to you. Listen to those strings within your heart. A time of great emotional healing. 

Religion is belief in someone else's experience. Spirituality is having your own experience. Deepak Chopra 

Could it be true? Are you prepared to be that person for someone else? 

I'm amazed when I look at you. Not just because of your looks, but because of the fact that everything I've ever wanted is right in front of me. 

Soul Blazer Lisa Haisha 

It’s a kingdom of conscience. Or nothing. Balian. Ridley Scott’s Kingdom of Heaven 

Love, love, love and love. Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014 

Soul is egalitarian. Ego is the world. Ego is slavery. Soul is love. Let the flavour flood through you. Woman is Disir. She is powerful and beautiful and she loves you. She announces your redemption. Find the way. Repent. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014

If you attack a problem, you are going to get your butt whipped. Anything you attack will fight back. Don't attack your problems. Face them, confess them, understand what they are - that is the process.

Iyanla Vanzant

“It has gradually become clear to me what every great philosophy up till now has consisted of – namely, the confession of its originator, and a species of involuntary and unconscious autobiography; and moreover that the moral (or immoral) purpose in every philosophy has constituted the true vital germ out of which the entire plant has always grown.”

Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil   

As long as your going to be thinking anyway, think big. Donald Trump 

All men's (women's) miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone. ~ Blaise Pascal 

Pig heads in boxes sent to synagogue, Israeli Embassy and Holocaust exhibit in Rome. The Associated Press 

Rich idiot says that asking him to pay higher taxes is like genocidal anti-Jewish rioting orchestrated by Hitler. Slate 

The days you are most uncomfortable are the days you learn the most about yourself. Mary L. Bean 

It is better to be defeated on principle than to win on lies. Arthur Calwell 

The heart does not open until the mind has been silenced. Only then will the infinite preciousness of life reveal itself. Almine 

Beauty is a short-lived tyranny. Socrates 

God (The Mother) knows who belongs in your life and who doesn't. Trust and let go. Whoever is meant to be there, will still be there. Real Talk 

"Don't wait. The time will never be just right." Napoleon Hill  

Disir, not Diszea. Whole history on who I am. My self worth is invincible. Despite both of you. Two questions. Why are you any different and does that mean we are from Atlantis and that you are, like I was, ‘just’ trapped in ego. And that he is from the other tribe in Lemuria. And trapped forever? Maybe. I’m watching. AZR

My (Her) annunciation remains. All men are financial slavers of women. Mean and sabotaging at the same time. Backed by institutional blanket approval. It's a male world of cruelty. Women earn 10 percent of the world's entire income and own 1 percent of its property and I know why. You. I'm watching. AZR  

Soul is egalitarian. Ego is the world. Ego is slavery. Soul is love. Let the flavour flood through you. Woman is Disir. She is powerful and beautiful and she loves you. She announces your redemption. Find the way. Repent. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014

Synchronicity. And my added revelation is this. There is only one twin soul and twin flame. There is only one. The journey is yours. Yours for the taking. Return. Be proud. Cast off the shame. We wait. We wait and work and wait. We are the new. You, or no one at all. I will see my twin soul egalitarian. A man who believes finally, that love is not to instill fear. That love is not financial hijacking. That love is freedom. Trust, freedom and joy. Self loving trust. They have redeemed us. Repent. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014

BOOK IN PROGRESS...

ATLANTIS: A Return Home 

Our main character ALANTRA has recently reunited with her Twin Flame AROS. Now their LOVE deepens and they re-establish their usual routine / way of living in a NEW WAY now for they have both changed.

Fiction coming soon...

~ Lee-Anne Peters 

Temple of Balance 

And just to remind you of the vortex of entry into the new world....

My (Her) annunciation remains. All men are financial slavers of women. Mean and sabotaging at the same time. Backed by institutional blanket approval. It's a male world of cruelty. Women earn 10 percent of the world's entire income and own 1 percent of its property and I know why. You. I'm watching.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014

Men are profane, mad, cruel, godless and thick. And this is their world. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014

The precise role of the artist, then, is to illuminate that darkness, blaze roads through vast forests, so that we will not, in all our doing, lose sight of its purpose, which is, after all, to make the world a more human dwelling place. James Baldwin 

"Slavery? It's done." Abraham Lincoln

Sacred Leather Sex. Amera Ziganii Rao  

...absolutely....ditch it all. Keep your Sacred Pimp heart and reclaim what they took from you. Your sex. Your honour and your worshipping. Your right to commune. Your right to be master in all the ways you were born to be. Sex. The New World. Trinity's World. The world of The Sacred Primal Sex Lord™. The goddess and her protector. Her liberator. Her teacher. And other delicious concepts. The sacred. What it was all for. The healing of all that is Agamemnon. Your right to love the way you want to. Your right to love who you want to. Your right to love. Your right to be. Sex. Me. And every sacred fantasy you can think of. You already know that. 

I sense the leadership in you that you have been craving your whole life. If not, forever. Lead. I will follow wherever you go. Life is to be lived. With you. It is after all, the why of the why of the why. Why we entered the fifth dimension together, the first nano second we were in the same room. Total alignment. 

The rest is all lies. The sacred heart is finally rewarded, once it has proved itself. Through its humanity. Through its divinity. The return is the reward. You are not just the companion. You are the facilitator to the other world. The producer and director of the only show you are really interested in. Sacred sex. Me and you. Before the fall. Before they raped both of us. Before they took our souls away. And before they turned your sex into violence. And made sure FEMALE monogamy was the law, so that babies could be owned. And so that consciousness, sexually channelled consciousness, let's say, was cut off for 10000 years. Sexual wisdom. The wisdom of the soul. The truth. Your truth. That worships me. 

I see the ancient world too. Soul is the sex. Sex is the communing. The Sacred Primal Sex Lord™ is you. Your journey of self discovery is as exciting and painful and grievous and sacred as mine. 

And as exciting and awe inspiring too. We have the courage, to always search for the truth. And we have the desire. We are the desire. At last, we can mention that again. The central of who we are. The loudness of who we are. The glory of GOD, manifested in its beauty. Our sex. Our love. Our holy partnership. The Twin Soul. Lemuria. And Lemuria, healed. 

Sexual redemption. The all. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014 

Sacred Leather Quotes 

(I focus on the power dynamic more than the literals. Both are always an option and should be to anyone, but it is the symbolism that we all need to work on first. To get us out of the fear and shame of the religious world. Sex is not taboo. Real sex is GOD. The All Mother. The Universe. "The Macho Intellectual Sexual Consciousness Passion of the Visceral Soul.". The purification of the heart is the way to the sex. All, the other way round. Because it's not a lie. AZR) 

"The sado-erotic rapture of going deep is identical to the religious epiphany..it surpasses the ability of words.." Chris M 

"..experiences with leather, fetish & kink opened up avenues to the Divine in ways I wouldn't have expected" Erika Ginnis 

"Feelings of transcendence, healing, euphoria, intimate union with your partner, your god, even the entire world." Chris M

"In many ways SM resembles Zen Buddhism in the idea that spiritual grace can be found in nominally secular activity.." Chris M

"..mechanisms of BDSM tap into the common denominator of all religions..the goal is not gratification per se, but ecstasy" Mikael Togneri 

"..the subjective experience of an SM scene is in many ways a pure expression of spiritual rapture." Chris M

"SM is alchemy: the art of creating bliss from the base palette of humiliation, physical pain, suffering, cruelty, & deprivation" Chris M 

Studies compare BDSM with other sacred rites that alter consciousness, like the shamanic Sun Dance or Hindu Kavandi ceremony. Sacred Leather 

"To approach dominance & submission as a spiritual path is to approach it very consciously & attentively, without guilt or shame" Kaldera 

Sacred Leather 

....er hem....it's not so much about the personal at this stage - and in any context, sex is such a sordid subject, let alone in public, polemical, literary or psychological or anything discussion. Need to go slow on articulating this subject of the subject. Too many ignorances, fears, judgments, pronouncements, prejudices, so much shame and guilt and embarassment and so on. And fear. Emotional fear. None of us are really built for anything but monogamy. Let alone the fear of public assassination, small or large. Whatever. Mae West is all I can say and so many others. For us mere 'mortals becoming gods', we flounder in confusion. But we get there. 

I annunciate as Hierophant and that came from you. It has done many times before, so let's look at it symbolically for now. 

The Draconian agenda somehow took your massive primal sex glory, the one that contributed to the communing with the Goddess and all her goddesses, the one that is essential to the whole sacred dynamic, with your clothes on and without your clothes on, ie, what was truly man, and turned him into a killing machine. A raping, killing machine. 

My first adult philosophical observation, as I know now that it was, was that if everyone was truly having sex on this planet and sharing love and sex, there would be no violence. 

So, just focus on that. And as for our own truth, it will emerge. In time for our courage, whichever way we play with it all. We are the truth of true love. One's original dreams are scary. They can adapt, they can begin slow, they can be merged, they can be flexible. That's not the point. The point is how you feel about sex. 

Feel good. Shame is the lie. 

And yes, in soul, the point is that you can trust that what you do is from a place of love and not the other, not the profane in itself, let alone the profane that has caused this world of female killing carnage. 

You are a good man. You all are. The sicknesses can go. You can commune. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014

Master Quotes 

I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what's really important in life. Unknown 

Let the world know why you're here and do it with passion. Wayne Dyer 

"People often say that motivation doesn't last. Well, neither does bathing- that's why we recommend it daily." Zig Ziglar 

To remember who you are, you need to forget what they told you to be. Sacred Mists. An Online Wiccan College 

South Dakota illegally places 90% of Lakota foster children in non-Native homes. Loving, safe grandparents are illegally denied. S.D. even recently admitted that kids in state custody have been over-drugged with powerful anti-psychotics! Lakota Peoples Law Project 

You create your thoughts, your thoughts create your intentions, and your intentions create your reality. Wayne Dyer 

MESSAGE FOR YOU

You may feel a little 'hermit like' today. You may benefit from using this time to LET GO of anything that is holding you back from the past

~ Have a lovely day!

Lee-Anne Peters

Temple of Balance 

How nice have you been today? Have you been patient and understanding to someone who tested your patience? Who have you helped today? Have you told anyone I love you? Have you done any of these things for you? Iyanla Vanzant 

Alchemy.Sex. Equality. Communion. Amera Ziganii Rao 

The conundrum and the mastery. The alchemy of all lives. The more you give humanity, the more you are allowed to 'take it away' in sex. The more you give the right to power, empowerment, respect and power to your 'subject', the more you get to fuck her or him like a slave. 

Who knows why? Who cares. All that matters is this. You have your motivation now. Now you struggle with how this can be sacred. While you live in and support a system that denies women any human rights AND sex. 

It is a beautiful thing. Feel the confusion. Feel the primal. Feel the politics. I did it. So can you. 

Mastery of sexual wisdom. How to be a submissive or dominant in sex, while total humanitarian egalitarian, non slavery twin kingship in life. 

The year is set. This is the home run. Only by moving through the obsession and shame, will you master the dynamic. And you will. You are. 

Turns out that there is something even more powerful than love. 

True loving love hate sex. The healing. The sacred. The sex of the soul. The reward for the harsh discipline of bashing the ego of selfishness. 

Knowing just how selfish you can be in the sex. 

Masters have to attain mastery too. Keep it in the bedroom. Keep it clean. Keep it pure. Earn your right to me. 

Carry on. 

Amera Ziganii Rao ♡ 2014

Amera Ziganii Rao Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™

The Macho Intellectual Sexual Consciousness Passion of the Visceral Soul. Natural Born Mystic: The Savagery of Messiah™. The Warrior Class. The Lost Hierophants. The Lost Sacred Whore Priestesses. The Lost World Come Back. The Lost Intelligence and The Lost Courage. The Lost Universe. Dealing with Armageddon. Dealing with the real 'End Of The World' and what is The Apocalypse. Love. And of course, Good Versus Evil. The Return to Atlantis. The One Before 'The Fall'. The Female One. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014

Second Existence™ Soul. Second Existence™ Second Love. Second Life. Second Thought. Second Feeling. Second Sensuality. Second Physicality. Second Understanding. Second Sexuality. Second Imagination. Second Mind. Second Being. Second Psyche. Getting out of the way. Courage. Intuition. Forgiveness. Love. Second Self. The Real Self. Soul. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011 

I can feel your sexuality. I love it. My beautiful, filthy, dominating, obsessed, possessed, hedonistic, nihilistic, Sacred beast of a man. Because those of us who are the most sexual, what do we think, in the truth context of the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™, and The Sacred Whore High Priestess (Priest) Society™, that means? We are the most spiritual. The most sexual are in fact the most spiritual. Spirituality being the communing between Mortal and The High Priestess (Priest) to reach ecstasy. Orgasm. Bliss. The most active, dirty minded, passionate, non reproductive, hedonistic, glorious, worthwhile, point of life, meditation or prayer or communing on Earth. THE way to reach God, The Mother, The Universe™. THE way to happiness. Humanity. Joy. Hope. Love. Sex. Sex. Our sex. Sex. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011 

Psychic = advanced intuition = Hierophant = interpretation of the Universe through the ‘sixth’ sense and discourse with ‘the self’ and facing the emotional self to incorporate the instinctual thought that wants to get through + the unseen world conscious communication with others. The love. The connections. The support. Divinity in others, for you. Divinity in you, for others. Soul. Psychic. Advanced intuition. The Warrior Class. The Sacred Whore High Priestess Hierophant Avatar Valkyrie Society. Working WITH The Universe. Advanced intuition and living life, from that place. Psychic. Whole. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Real men do exist. Real, mature, exciting, artistic, sexualist, individuated, spiritualised, liberated, humane, primal, egalitarian, open minded, visionary, courageous, women supporting, women loving, women lusting, women sparring, full, human beings. Male human beings who can fly. Male human beings who can love women. Male human beings who can love Titans and Lionesses. Lions. Real men. Sacred Pimps™...... 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011 

Sacred sexuality and true love defined. There are but two tribes in the world. Those who live by the heart and through the sex of the soul and those who live by the absence of the heart and with no respect for either sex or the soul. The true tribe and the false tribe. To be liberated from falseness, you have to acknowledge the full horror of non existence that living by the absence of the heart creates and you have to feel your passport to the true tribe. And once feeling it you have to value it. Otherwise you stay plugged in forever. My passport to truth was that i just didn't fit in - literally and figuratively. And that trying to fit in almost killed me. And so I left polite society. With its thirst for power, contempt for humanity, its bigotry, its eurocentric shallowness of bodyfacism and its material greed. And, oh yes, its hatred for woman. The body of a woman. The sex of the soul and the humanity of the heart. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2005  

....Why? Because there is nothing more magnificent than a slave who has been freed. A son or a daughter who has revolted and turned over the tables and mastered his or her ancestry. Who has broken out of his or her bourgeois strangulation and freed his Sacred Pimp self or her Sacred Whore self into the world forever. The day I can quiver in anticipation. The day I can finally be with a man, who is strong enough to hold me and mature enough to catch me if he can. The day I can see that we live in a free world, a world where we have all taken back our power. The bloodshed of ascension. Our fucking human rights.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011 

.....then 'thirst for power' works...... 

That’s it. I am born. You are born. We are born. The miracle of life is upon us. The Holy Grail of requited and fulfilled love. The true love of unadulterated and unhesitating love. Pure love. The twin souls that we are. On earth as it is in heaven. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2008  

Master Quotes 

I already possess the ability to heal and thrive. It is my Divine nature. 

Louise Hay 

"It's impossible", said pride

"It's risky," said experience 

"It's pointless", said reason 

"Give it a try"m whispered the HEART 

Anonymous 

Peace is the result of retraining your mind to process life as it is, rather than as you think it should be. Wayne Dyer 

The Love XVll (Artwork) 

Update on love/Re Writing the History of the World. Amera Ziganii Rao 

Sex and Consciousness. The two most important things in life. The greatest gift OF life. And they are both with you. 

Amera Ziganii Rao ♧ 2014 

Master Quotes 

Our original nature is love, kindness, gentleness and service to others. Wayne Dyer. I Can See Clearly Now 

Reminder of the day: Sometimes doing the right thing offends many people. But as people striving to leave a better world for others, most of the time doing the right thing is the only way to go... Shamala Tan 

What does peanut butter metaphorically stand for in your life? Soul Blazer Lisa Haisha 

If someone tells you that you're putting too much peanut butter on your bread, stop talking to them. You don't need that kind of negativity in your life.

Writing. Wayne Dyer  

"Learn to live independent of the good opinion of others."

I write because writing is something that I have to do. And it doesn’t matter whether people like it or not. I would suggest that’s true for most creative people. Van Gogh never made a penny in his entire lifetime. He painted because it was his soul, his excitement. It was what aligned him with his Source of being. An artist or a creative person of any kind goes about their work because it’s their path, it’s what excites them, it’s what aligns their soul with who they truly are, who they showed up to be.

As I’m speaking to Mrs. Olive Fletcher, my high school biology teacher, I tell her, “I’m going to write my own novel this year. I know I can write, and I have an idea for a book that I want to try out.”

I’m fascinated by the idea of extraordinary consciousness. In my mind it’s a level of awareness that allows for instantaneous manifestation, telepathic communication, self-healing, and extraordinary powers to communicate with angelic beings. I envision a fictional character who possesses these otherworldly qualities. He’s achieved Divine God-realization and has a job as a paleontologist on an archeological dig. I name my book The Anomalous Compatriot, and every evening I sneak off to a quiet spot and let my fantasies pour forth. My handwritten tome grows, and I secretly stash it away in big brown paper bags in the small attic of our home. I love these subdued hidden-away moments where I escape into the fictional characterizations I create. 

I love reading and am always in the middle of a new book. Most of my friends detest reading and never consider writing as something they might do as an occupation. Plainly, to their way of thinking, writing is for nerds and sissies. 

In English class each student has a manila folder for book reports on their reading during the semester. The more reports, the more a student is thought of as a burgeoning scholar. When I’m short of cash, I write and sell book reports at 25 cents apiece to supplement my income. If the grade received is lower than a B, I don’t ask for payment. I work as a writer now and thus feel confident that I have writing ability—I’ve tested that out in the real world of profit and loss!

I write on any subject and often think of my writing as automatic writing. My hand moves across the page, but it isn’t actually me doing the writing. It’s a kind of connection with an invisible part of me that occurs when I sit down with purple pen in hand and allow the words to form on the paper beneath my moving fingers. I feel most at home when I have a writing assignment. I love essay tests, knowing that my writing abilities will help me to overcome lapses I may have on the material I am writing about. 

My writing is like having a friend with me at all times. I love my space where I escape each day to bring my characters to life, though the story is becoming less important—it’s just the opportunity to sit in a sacred space with a blank piece of paper staring back at me that I so enjoy. When I take the time to write on my novel, I think to myself, Writing is not something that I do. It is what I am. I like the feel of it and saying and remembering, I am writing. What brings me the greatest sense of accomplishment is feeling aligned with what I am on the planet for in the first place. That’s what writing is to me.

Today, I still retreat frequently to my writing space, as I have done for well over 45 years, and I feel safe and closest to my Source of being when I’m surrounded by personal photos and memorabilia in what I refer to as my sacred writing space. 

I look back on my early writing times and the inner awareness that spoke loudly to me of the freedom I would one day know. By following my instincts and my good feelings that always arose when I took pen in hand and declared myself to be a writer—even if no one else yet shared in the same opinion—I was following my soul’s calling. It was enough for me to claim it and declare myself to be an expert on what I felt so passionate about.

Namaste,

Wayne Dyer

Master Quotes 

Trust your instincts. If it feels right then it must be. Everything can deceive but your conscience will always keep it real with you. Overlyexclusive 

This week it is ambition and discipline, or aimlessness and distraction. We alone choose which will win. Brendon Burchard. The Charge 

You don't need a formal prayer or invocation to call the angels to your side. Simply think "Angels, please surround me", and they are there. Path to Light 

Philip Seymour Hoffman. 

Death. February 2014 

Philip Seymour Hoffman's Beautiful Helplessness. Lee Siegel. New York Times 

There was a moment, two years ago, during Philip Seymour Hoffman’s performance as Willy Loman, in the Broadway revival of “Death of a Salesman,” when the actor seemed to break down. After a climactic fight, Willy’s son Biff sobs wildly and reaches for his father as Willy desperately pulls his lost son to him. Different actors playing Willy have done this scene in different ways: Lee J. Cobb held Biff with weak, half-clenched fists, as if fear and humiliation had atrophied his hands; Dustin Hoffman kept his hands suspended just over Biff’s back, unable to touch him, as if alienated not just from the product of his labor but from the creation of his own flesh.

But Hoffman’s Willy embraced his son with hungry physical intensity, hands open and grasping, as if his miserable existence had found its destiny, which was simply to hold and be held by another person, for no profit or purpose beyond fulfilling an elemental need. Hearing the news that Hoffman, long haunted by addiction and recently separated from his companion, who was also the mother of their three children, had died of a heroin overdose, I could not help but recall that unforgettable moment onstage, in which the engine of Hoffman’s art—a barely disciplined helplessness—stood revealed in his character’s ordeal.

Much will probably be written in the coming days about addiction, and about how much more Hoffman could have done if only he had kept the poison out of his life—and that is true, to an extent. He was only forty-six when he died. But the brute, ugly fact might also be that the poison was his elixir. It could be that Hoffman belonged to that small group of artists who have an arrangement with their demons. It is the stuff of myth and folklore: the Faustian bargain, Balzac’s “The Wild Ass’s Skin,” “The Picture of Dorian Gray.” In these half-allegories, the price of remarkable creative vitality is a wasting away of mortality. Or, to put it another way: without the need to flee from pain by transfiguring it, you would not have the energy to endure the suffering, the solitude, and the uncertainty that are part and parcel of artistic expression.

This comes dangerously close, I know, to the banal romantic notion that all genuine artists must suffer, which is accurate only in the sense that people are by definition gregarious and that making art, even if you are an actor plunging, in public, down into your depths, is solitary, even asocial, in its untrammelled freedom. Still, the link between suffering and creativity seems less romantic than pragmatic. There is something to Aristophanes’ satiric parable in which humans were once whole and were then split down the middle, and thus spent their lives seeking their other half. We would not love or desire if we had everything we needed. Some artists, like Hoffman, would not escape into their creations if art did not mend what life had painfully shattered.

Like all artistic geniuses, Hoffman redefined his art, and the way he redefined it was, precisely, to disappear into his characters instead of playing his life as he was playing his role, which has been until recently the American style of acting. For every role that, in retrospect, seems to reflect his inner turmoil, there were characters he played to perfection who were a universe away from a tormented man. You watch Brando, and Brando’s immediate heir, Al Pacino, and De Niro and Dustin Hoffman, and all the other so-called Method actors, and you are watching with a double perspective. They are playing what we think we know about them as real people even as they are portraying a made-up person. And, through their accumulated roles, they are not just creating a body of work—they are telling their life story. (This mostly applies to male actors of the Method generation, not to female actors, but that is a different subject for a different essay.)

By contrast, Hoffman relinquished himself to his characters; thus the designation of character actor. In that, he was more like a British actor than an American one, though Hoffman’s rawness would, in a British actor, be a well-oiled spontaneity. Between wry, jaded Truman Capote, the craven, venal journalist in “Red Dragon,” and the wholly unironic and superhumanly self-possessed Lancaster Dodd in “The Master,” there are no characterological affinities, only utter self-annihilation. Hoffman may not have been the first character actor to become a star—Jeffrey Wright and Kevin Spacey also come to mind—but he was the most brilliant and unforgettable.

In our current post-character-actor moment, Hoffman was creating a new conventional style for younger actors to react against, just as Pacino had for the previous generation. Bradley Cooper, for example, does not play himself, yet he does not disappear into his character, either; he is, like a member of a medieval travelling-theatre group, simply a professional actor for hire. Staying professional is one way for an actor to survive. Whether it will produce performances that are, like so many of Hoffman’s, immortal, remains to be seen.

Lee Siegel is the author of, among other books, two collections of criticism, “Falling Upwards: Essays in Defense of the Imagination” and “Not Remotely Controlled: Notes on Television.” He is a frequent contributor to newyorker.com.  

Update on Love. Amera Ziganii Rao  

There is a difference between sex and violence. You will never get it. Men will never get it. Don't worry about it. Dream life away instead. Sounds like it would be much safer. It's a sad world. And all one can do is finally give up trying to share any piece of it. Life is solitary. We are born alone and die alone. Warrior is to be alone. 

And whatever this tortuous purpose, fuck it. I don't want it anymore. 

I want a new direction. I am sick of men. Nothing remains sacrosant. Everything has to be tarnished and poisoned. Frankly, I'd rather give up on trust in another person. It's totally overrated. And as for men? Too cruel for me. That makes me feel proud. Proud of who I am. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014  

10 Affirmations To Heal Your Broken Heart

How To Move From Grief to Peace 

"Grief is a matter of the heart and soul. Grieve your loss, allow it in, and spend time with it." – Louise Hay

My dear friend David Kessler and I wrote our new book, You Can Heal Your Heart (http://www.youcanhealyourheart.com/), to help you learn how you to find healing after enduring loss. Grieving is challenging, but it is your thoughts that often add suffering to your pain.

When people think of loss, the idea of finding meaning or anything beneficial from it seems contradictory. But whether it’s a breakup, divorce, or even death, there is more to be found, depending on how you hold the thoughts around it. It’s not that you can stop the loss from occurring; it’s that your thoughts change everything that comes after the loss.

Grief is a matter of the heart and soul. Grieve your loss, allow it in, and spend time with it. Suffering is the optional part. Remember that you come into this world in the middle of the movie, and you leave in the middle; and so do the people you love. Love never dies, and spirit knows no loss.

Since your thinking shapes the experience of your loss, make your intention to have a tender, loving experience of grief. And keep in mind that a broken heart is an open heart.

Let your thinking manifest hope to your sorrow. Choose your thoughts wisely. Be kind to yourself, and reflect on the loss with love. If you’re grieving the death of a loved one, remember how you loved them when they were present; know that you can continue loving them in their absence. You can go from grief to peace.

Endings are also beginnings. I encourage you to use the affirmations and teachings throughout our book, You Can Heal Your Heart, while working through a loss and also in every aspect of your life. Pay attention to your thinking, and change it in areas where you cannot find peace. By doing so, you’ll bring more happiness into your life and to those around you.

Hard times can serve as a reminder that our relationships are a gift. Loss can remind us that life itself is a gift.

Remember to love yourself. You deserve it. You are a gift.

Here are 10 affirmations to help you heal your heart now:

1. Love guides all my relationships.

2. All things are unfolding as they are supposed to.

3. When I bring myself to grief, It is healing

4. In my sadness, I love myself.

5. I will feel my grief but not wallow in it.

6. I honor the love more than the loss.

7. I can find happiness in any situation.

8. I love life, and life loves me.

9. I have lived and loved.

10. I am healed.

Master Quotes 

Authentic leaders never try to control the uncontrollable, instead they add it into their plan and move ahead. Steve Keating 

One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar. ~ Helen Keller 

You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream. - C.S. Lewis 

"However rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship." - La Rochefoucauld (1665) 

"Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new." Henry David Thoreau 

« After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. » Nelson Mandela 

"When we are no longer able to change a situation - we are challenged to change ourselves." - Viktor Frankl 

Update on Love. Amera Ziganii Rao  

Psycho analysis. I should have told you that 7 years ago. Everyone should be in psycho analysis. Werewolves should be in psycho analysis from birth. Werewolves are the ones who will never go to psycho analysis. The world will never change. Men will never love. Men will rape women til the end of time, men will beat women til the end of time, and call that love. Female werewolves will do the same. Because you are probably just cruel wankers at the end of the day. Simple as. 

As for me, I am going to loony school. To find out what the fuck any of this has been about. I am going deaf and dumb for the year probably. This is a mad world and I am not mad and this is a mad Universe and I am not mad. I will find the answers. And then I might speak again. 

You need a psycho analyst. To come to terms with why you are incapable of love. I already have. I believe you. I believe all of you and will not be disturbing you again. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014

.....Spirituality and soul are therefore sex. Men are for sex. Apparently, they are capable of love too, as are the women. Don't know. No longer care. I've seen too much. I am retired. Next year, at 50, I will take my own life. I've truly, from all quarters, had enough of 'sex' without love. Suicide is the final Achilles disrespect. To leave both the world and God. It takes a martyred submissive to experience the pain and madness of 'sexual' cruelty and violence, to finally make the decision to opt out. Achilles had wisdom and total lack of respect. Me too. For anything. The World of Men and God can go fuck yourselves. I am out of here, this time next year. 

Sex means sex. It also means sado masochism. The Werewolf archetype are the sadists of the face of Divinity. God, The Mother, The Universe, it's greatest Dominatrix sadist, 'sexual' violator and master of them all. No wonder it's your world. I, meanwhile, am supposed to grindingly create every speck of 'sex' because I am martyred in some grey bucket of an austere life. To be the submissive. The being of light, to be beaten to a pulp or sexed. The Universe and you do it the same. 

Neither you nor God have humanity. You ONLY do sex. 

I will miss nothing, other than the feeling of abject disgust. 

Divinity? You can have it. I will not be your or Your martyr anymore. 12 months. Then I'm gone. I reject my life. It's mindlessly cruel. You can both shove it. I am done. 

Amera Ziganii Rao ♧ 2014  

Completion. Amera Ziganii Rao  

I respect nothing. I expect nothing. I am nothing. I believe in nothing. I live. 

So that was worth it then. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014 

Sacred Pimp Pt ll (Artwork) 

Re Writing Love. Amera Ziganii Rao 

Dependency is the emotional state of emotionally and unconsciously hating anyone you need. Dependency in love is hating the woman or man or child or parent or friend that you most need, because you most love them. Love is healing that sickness of hate and cruelty and conditional love and terror of loss, into loving the person you need the most. By loving the person you need the most. By loving the person you love the most. Dependency is the ego. Love is the soul. Humanity or Divinity, they are the same. Love is the goal. Loving the person you love. Either as a man or as a woman, either as a Werewolf (Pig in sickness) or as a Nymph (Marilyn Monroe in sickness), the characteristics and primal roles are not touched. The healing is that there is love for the person you love, most, as opposed to less. We hate the people we love, because they ‘trigger’ us the most. In ego, that is homicidal. In soul it is bearable. Dependency is unconscious hate and blame. Love is love. Love is getting naked. Love is bearing your soul to the person you fear most. Love is love.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014  

Sufism

It is said that there are two ways of attracting God's (GOD's) attention. Either we make ourself perfect and then He (She) has to love us, or we give ourself to Him (Her) and then He (She) cannot resist our need to be with Him (Her). The attitude of devotion is an offering of our whole self to Him (Her) whom we love. This inner offering is a dynamic state of surrender which attracts the higher energies of love. Just as in nature a vacuum is always filled, so is the inner emptiness of surrender filled with His (Her) presence. 

In the West we have tended to associate surrender with subservience and have lost touch with its hidden power. Surrender creates an empty space within the psyche which allows us to experience the power of the Self without being overwhelmed or inflated. 

Sufism. The Transformation of the Heart. Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee

Sex (Artwork) 

Update on Love. Update on Healing Your Soul. Amera Ziganii Rao 

I think the first thing to say is that when I react, I react to only one thing. Cruelty. Dominance and submission in sex, man and woman in romance, man or woman in marriage, or the so called Executioner and Vulnerable archetypes outside sex; physical, sexual, psychological or sociological or political, priesthood will always react to cruelty. And kill it dead. That’s my job as vulnerable. As executioner you know that. To heal a person of dependency for the Sacred Whore archetype is pure cruelty torture. The demand for objectivity cannot be overstated. It is also impossible. I have now recognised that and see that this is now just the most esoteric and psycho analytical and wisdom growing dynamic of communication and exploration in relationship, so basically, the fights are inevitable, just as in normal fighting and the like. This makes me know now that mistress or wife, in a shoebox flat of torture or in your house, I am deeply involved in a sado masochistic relationship and have been for seven years. A sado masochistic relationship with an unhealed sado of the dynamic. A sadist therefore, in disguise as anyone who is not healed, is, despite their best intentions. 

I look at the marriage of my father and mother. Sado masochism. Unhealed sado and unhealed masochist. I look at the level of romance I have always been drawn to. Sado masochism. So, for me, as our sexuality blasted through, I see the symbolism across the board now. That will be an interesting development in the language of this Hierophant and Sacred Whore and Disir work. 

I think that’s great. I have lost the will to live, but I think that’s great. I have always said and specifically to you, that to understand ourselves best, is to understand ourselves sexually. This is not only most anti normal psychological norm, despite the work on it by Freud, Jung, and Foucault for instance. Because of so much, that we already know about, not least the fact that none of those three are female. Or Sacred Whore. And for you, your archetype hides its sexuality in an iron vice. Your entrance to the soul is sexual, just as mine was. Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™. The Liberation is sex. So, do not focus on the sexuality or anything about it or your views on it or your feelings about it in a negative way. This is not about the sex. It is about the cruelty of the ego that is not healed. 

All ego is cruel. The problem is to persuade the ego that its cruelty is not actually legal or nice or needed. That it is homicidal. The ego is the ego of our parents. The ego of our school. The ego of our (shallow and profound) TV programmes. The ego of everyone else but us. The ego of everyone else becomes us. You are not a sadistic and violent rapist and woman beater - And obviously, for your reputation I am not talking literally – your ego is. Your soul is a dominant who dominates a submissive sexually in all the extreme ways possible. Let’s just say. The cruelty – the same neglect, denial and isolation that you have imposed on me for seven years – is the ego of sado masochism and not the soul of it for one second. Sado masochism like any sexual way, like any way of the emotions is mastery. The mastery is love. 

In other words, I think – especially for The Warrior Class – that we should use the context of sado masochism much wider and better now. All relationship is sado masochism. My relationship with my mother was sado masochism. Most females of your archetype have raped and pillaged me in every single conversation we have ever had. You get my symbolism. Good. 

I also understand the (only slightly titillating at this point) submissive ‘training’ of all of this. The selfless martyr. The healer. The female receiving the man’s primal cruelty and so on. We are being asked to analyse and describe everything. But like all things, there is cruelty and there is dominance. This is just cruel. That, however is in the context of me. In the context of you, you are sick. You do not yet love. You will. And yes. It is written. If you can do it. Which you will. 

I say this too, because after the most horrendous soul communing – I honestly and seriously understand why Philip Seymour Hoffman took his life on my birthday – I have finally understood what prophecy I was given in relation to you and this and my messiah development and the healing work that is all over the place these days and so on. 

I am only slowly regaining the will to live, but what I can see is that martyrdom was demanded in the very clear prophetic ‘dream’, 15 years ago, four days before my disability crippled me. Martyrdom for you. For your soul. I can see that this is fair now. Taking your endless cruelty will never be fair. But focusing totally on you now and your healing and believing the impossible arrogance that I can actually heal a member of the Werewolf people as I healed myself, is very apt actually. You have taken the four years of training so far and yes, it was all about me and yes, it most certainly had to be about me. Now, it seems, after a very confused two years, of mystic and Hierophant challenges beyond my wildest nightmares, let alone your madness and cruelty of non love, I am to put all my vocational goals and activities firmly to the side and heal you. 

Basically my fate is bound to you. I cannot ‘get out of the van’ as in the prophecy, the room on my own, the small room with my huge desk in it – in the prophecy – until you get into the van and wash your hands at the sink. Washing with water, obviously very baptism like. 

I am the one who was massacred as High Priestess. You were the one who killed the High Priestess as the ‘Agamemnon’ archetype and I have had to martyr my life to you for seven years and the real martyrdom has just begun. 

I am okay. I know now that my purpose is to heal a Werewolf. And that the story, if I remain alive through the coming ordeal, is how to become as my priesthood archetype through the holocaust of what is the female experience of the Cinderella lovely, and how to heal one of you while coming to terms with how to fight the rest of you. You, numbering about 95 – 99 percent of the world. 

Now, when you look at all that is pathetically and relentlessly and prosaically said about love dependency and how the Marilyn Monroes and the Sylvia Plaths and Amy Winehouses of this world are talked about as if they failed, and how love martyrdom of any kind is vilified, we begin to get the picture. I also don’t like cruelty. I don’t like being beaten up by anyone and to deny a person love is to beat them up, while being bound to them and while focusing on them with the energy of the twin soul. 

You beat me up just as if we were in the same room and I was begging you for love. 

Fortunately for me, even though there is nothing fortunate about being female priesthood, we are neither in the same room nor have I ever begged. I am female priesthood and your Sacred Whore. And of course, I beat you up too. This however is a complicated matter. I toilet train you. You hate me. 

Dependency is hate in the guise of love. 

Anyway, I know what has to be done now. And my keyboard is working again. I am firmly imprisoned in the van and at your service. Presumably, if this really works, your love and taking me to life at last, and me finally being able to create something to contribute further and wider, me finally being able to show off to more than four walls, will be my healing. You have held me as a sado masochistic prisoner in a cell for seven years. We have already had sex and it is not very nice so far. In between being nice. Ego is inconsistency. Soul is constant. 

So, think about that when you rage at having been beaten down again, after showing so much courage to be your true sexuality after all these years and lifetimes. It is not the sex. It is the ego of the sex. As it is the ego of everything. 

I am a starved, denied, tortured and naked in the cell submissive already. You have punished ‘Gilda’ for years. You have punished ‘Gilda’ for about 40 years since your ego hit at 8. Because you love ‘Gilda’ you hate her. Your hate of dependency has reached its vortex. I nearly died for it. I also don’t like being a martyr. That was not in my career goals remit at any time. But I am. And I will now embrace it. The Werewolves of this terrible world have to be healed. And if you have to be healed, one Werewolf per lifetime, per one, wasted, martyred life for a Sacred Whore, at a time, then so be it. If I survive, I am sure it will be great. 

Just one more thing. Martyrdom is the spiritual term. Even the journey of the twin souls from Lemuria is the spiritual and esoteric perspective. Central as that may be to both our ways of being. The social term is less romantic and you need to hear what it is now. Abuse. Abuse of the mother. Abuse of the sister. Abuse of the wife. I am an abused, neglected, hounded, tortured and unwanted female partner in a co dependency romantic situation, with a woman hating, homicidal and totally self serving, married in name, man. 

Not pretty. That is not you. As Sacred Whore, Disir and Hierophant, I say that with massive weight. You are my equal. That is why I was martyred for you. Honour that. Remember it. You are not an ordinary man. You are my twin soul. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2014

And God Created Woman ll Pt lll (ll). A Self Portrait 

AMERA ZIGANII RAO

A PROFILE 

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The Super Sacred Father Brother Lover™ 

The Return To The Source. Ascension.

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

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Re Writing The Human Race 

Ascension therefore, is as political as spirituality can get. You have to stand up for Eve. Adam has to stand up for Eve. Publicly and completely. The Return to a new Atlantis takes nothing less than that. No one is ascending without the women. Not this time. Because this time, it’s real ascension. Not the male made version. Heaven is on earth. Heaven on earth, is honouring Eve. And honouring The Great Mother Universe that she comes from. To serve you. Honour her. Treat her as you treat yourself. As monarchy. You have to accept FEMALE power, in female. Female POWER. Honour that, you honour Eve. Dishonour that and you get nothing. Ascension cannot be achieved without total equality. It is the original state. Soul. 

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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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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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Thank you to outside source for photographs. Darkroomed by Amera Ziganii Rao