5:30am and the morning air smells of melted snow, new soil, grass, and worms.
Sleepy languid in bed in front of my upstairs window, it’s still chilly but my body is warming up and I am ready for more.
In this movie starring Kate Winslet and Alan Rickman, this is the scene of the presentation of Madame Barra to the King of France. She gave him an open pink rose. I just finished watching it.
The King: A light honest scent, natural and unforced. Some other roses seem faded and overblown.
M: That fate awaits all roses sire. All roses are open to the elements your majesty.
They bud, bloom, and fade.
The rose grows entirely unaware, changing from one state to another.
And although the elements may treat her cruelly
She knows nothing of it and continues to her end without judgment on her beauty.
Alas ’tis not the same for us.
King: If such a rose could speak, what would she say?
M: Yes, I am here and gave service under nature’s eye.
And after me, my children will be.
Is there any greater contribution or a more graceful end?
King: A wise rose. And what protection can the gardener afford this rose from the elements of change?
M: Patience, care, and a little warmth from the sun are our best hope, your majesty.
King: I am obliged to you madame for that sweet reminder.
I don’t love you! he says in the winter before he’s even met her.
The woman loves him first.
Love comes from the woman and grows.
First she loves herself, then him, then it begins.
Then she shows it.
The fructiferous, fecund spring floret
entices, gesticulates and wafts her
puissant, firm yellow, orange, or red hips
and engulfs the inconversant, comatose, innocent
male insect into her luscious, succulent, wet, petals
from the morning dew…
He wanders in, unwittingly, smelling the familiar pollen
gifted by the stamen.
Hermaphrodite freak, as arable and luxuriant as can be.
The blossom accidentally feeds the male with her nectar
and in, keen, eager, yearning for her ambrosia that is the natural wine of love…
he is silent.
You don’t love me? You haven’t drunk a drop.
When a woman decides she wants to wrap her wet pussy around a particular man, kiss him deeply and long, give him her sexual energy, her feelings, and activate her heart, he thinks he fell in love with her all by himself and initiated it. Then she feeds him a delicious meal. Don’t do all of that woman unless you’re sure you want him to stay!
Her body and her will took him if she knows what she’s doing. That’s my problem. My body wants to do all of that but I like being alone. Damn. I can’t lure him in then step on it. Women do that to men too much.
She picked him, started it, covered all the bases, and he finished it.
But can she continue in that love? Nature keeps changing her. Maybe she shouldn’t start at all because autumn will come again, then winter, and she must die back and return to the soil.
They are both undone and it’s only spring.
This is actually pretty interesting. I woke up obsessed with the Lilith point position in my solar chart. I must have dreamt about it. Our solar charts are limited with regard to our destiny and personality because they only take into account 4D solar positions of where we are each positioned in this Matrix of ours. When I do Intuitive readings for people, I only glance, not study their solar natal chart and their Tzolkinkonic line-up in the Mayan multidimensional alignments as well. Those are the destiny patterns. Now the context of what I see intuitively for the individual is in a universal context.
I’ve been working this way for years and it’s not hard to work up a chart. It does take time though and I offer it as a service. That said, there STILL is NO CONTROL or overstep by those alignments over your free will, your mindset, and heart set. So when I look at a person intuitively, I literally see what they’re creating right now, what could be coming pretty soon and bit further down the line. However, that can change if you change yourself in a big way.
The thing is, most of us don’t change in a big way as we go through life. It’s all usually gradual. That is the healthy way to be because our brain and body like equilibrium. Every health care practitioner will tell you that. Consequently, people who are drawn to extreme swings of behavior or health regimens are usually judged handily. That’s not fair. Sure, they may die sooner than rest of us but if that’s fun for them and makes life worth living, let them be. However, don’t follow their lead! It’s not for everyone. Personally, I’m better SAFE than SORRY!
Now we get to what I’ve been blogging on. Men and relationships, dating and sex boundaries. In walks Lilith, the dark of the moon who is often envisioned as a dangerous demon of the night, who is sexually wanton, and who steals babies in the darkness. Lilith may be linked in part to a historically earlier class of female demons in ancient Mesopotamian religion, found in cuneiform texts of Sumer, the Akkadian Empire, Assyria, and Babylonia. She was mythologically Adam’s first wife made of clay, just like him, not from his rib as Eve was. Again, this is all fictional, a character likely made up by the Jewish priests who needed a twist on Eve. Her name really means Night.
I think she’s a little Hollywood Blvd. or everyone dressed in black in Greenwich Village in New York. It’s kind of immature but there are many women that are into this. I personally wouldn’t mess with this energy. That said, one interpretation of my chart says I need to face my inner night, my lack of balance that is my Lilith in Libra.
There is another whitewashed version of her that is a little Victorian. But many women take to this one as well. I can’t relate to this one either. I know many women who can and do though. My family takes after this one.
The Lilith placement in the solar chart is about your resistance in this life. What are you ashamed of, what do you struggle with, what do you need to rampage? Having confidence in yourself? Taking care of your body? We all know that we need struggle to grow, like a seed germinating in its pod underground. There has to be some adversity, a freeze, to stimulate its DNA to push up out of the dark soil toward the sun. The human soul is exactly the same way. To that end, google “Calculate my Lilith in my natal chart” to find out. Then there are many sites that interpret it. As you might guess, my Lilith in Libra has everything to do with the balance of power with men and it is a huge issue for me. Apparently, the blindfold on the goddess Justice is idealistic. It doesn’t exactly work that way.
I am a lightworker, but in what ways do I need to see my dark pieces? It’s a valid question because we all have vices amidst our virtues. I prefer the picture below as it indicates the wisdom and animal totem of owl, birds, night time, and the full moon. Those things are all good and evoke the womb, the second chakra, goddess energy and what the men truly crave from women in balance during sex. I believe the balance between women and men begins with each woman truly honoring the power of her body, her light pieces, and her dark pieces. Men (and women) can help us see what those might be but we should never give them control over them.
Is this picture a turn on or what? I seriously think it is being a nature nerd. Or maybe I just have spring fever. I think it’s awesome. Nature teaches us everything; even passion. Granted there are many changes in our culture regarding men advancing to women and women to men, but those proclivities don’t change the way nature works one iota, and the fact is, human beings are part of nature. We share the same DNA with all of the plants and animals on the planet.
I speak of the birds and the bees, the flowers, and the trees. I’m not suggesting they have to be pretty and colorful. Many things in nature are dull, ugly by most assessments, stink, and are shaped very oddly. The same goes for humans. Like attracts like. That’s cool! Pretty can be boring! These days, men and women marry “pretty” for status but lust after ugly. I’m pretty sure that’s what Zoosk is about.
One thing seems to stick though. After the to and fro, bee buzzing around the flower, the bee decides to go to one flower, to go in and focus instead of staying outside and buzzing around. The flower doesn’t chase the bee. The flower just IS who she is and draws or attracts the insects to her. The flowers are the females and the men the insects. However, the paradigm can shift where the male will pose as the flower (a queen) to attract weak, female insects to buzz around him. Nature does the homosexual thing too sometimes but infrequently.
If you’re straight, want to mate and reproduce naturally, women, don’t chase; attract by being fully, naturally who you are. Your vibe of loving yourself or whatever your vibe is will attract that kind of man to you. If you’re confused about why you attract certain types, look in the mirror at your character, how you feel and act, what you like or don’t like about yourself. Then that all comes to the surface in your looks and body. You can’t cover your vibe with a fake smile, makeup, hair, and clothes. Be yourself.
I’ve been attracting strong, cut, fit, confident men who are a bit braggy but just above average intelligence because I’m cultivating those traits in myself. Twenty years ago I was attracting autistic, over the top, brilliant rebellious, anti-social men because I was sitting in my traits that are the same. I’ve had enough of that and they both died of bad health from stress on this planet that is absolutely intolerant of brilliance. We live in a society where mediocre to low intelligence and talent makes everyone feel comfy. So people that are very smart can’t talk a lot or we’re attacked. We can write though. Not that anyone will read it, but who knows. I’m just being myself too.
Keep in mind that like trees, flowers have roots but they don’t really stand still. They are not passive. They keep changing shape, moving, the roots communicate to one another and they migrate as seeds, tubers, or corms. It’s just that when they’re above ground socializing with the insects of the air, it appears differently. Nevertheless, they never chase. The bees chase and then move on to the next flower.
Hopefully, we’re past insect and flower stage but it’s obvious that some of that flirting and hooking-up are still around. I hate it. In that way, humans have moved up the food chain like other animals who do mate for long periods of time or for life. Many animal groups do that, thankfully.
To be more clear on how you present on the dating scene a man could ask, “Am I like an…”
5. Alien mutant or
6. Lightworker lover
6. Alien mutant
7. Lightworker lover
Then date someone on your level.
This issue of a storm and peace is pivotal. First of all, don’t pull anyone anywhere for any reason. You are who you are and feel what you feel and they are who they are and feel what they feel. Either that meshes and flows or it doesn’t. You may have to go your own ways.
My intuition and yours also can tell what the deal is especially between men and women.
Men are a storm because of their testosterone and they should NOT be expected to change when that is the way their bodies are. Women are peace because of estrogen and they should not be expected to change when that is the way our bodies are. Aggressive women these days have become that way because they’ve been expected to “fit in with the guys” in order to survive patriarchy when we don’t have the apparatus or hormones! This issue has really affected my health living with men that I loved dearly including my son. All the studies back me up. Women’s health declines living with a man and man’s health improves. It’s completely unlevel.
You guys are stressful because of your testosterone! And then you act like we should have more testosterone to be more like you! Some women are up to the task of becoming bitches and fighting and whipping ya’ll and each other and many do but I’m not. In no way am I called to fight, wrangle, and collar a man, control him, boss him, and expend all my energy on his high maintenance dramatic self. I literally don’t have it in my body and it’s not my calling on the planet. That’s why I’ve never wanted to be married. I took one look at how men operate as a young girl and I’m like, “Ummm, no. Why would any kindly, intelligent woman want to live with a man?”
I’ve said this before, it’s not that I don’t adore men and I am very attracted to them. I adore men as species and I’ve loved a few but I knew I couldn’t live with a man in my youth. Young men, fertile age, with a woman, fertile age, is like hell to me. Now that I’m older, I see men’s testosterone drop which is SUPER FINE for a female like me. They are calmer, don’t stomp around or want to eat and have sex all the time. Oh, thank god. I’m actually hoping maybe I can live with a man now that I’m older.
This placard could read, “Women, don’t let men pull you into their testosterone storm. Men, don’t let women pull you into their estrogen peace. (or kill your manhood)” A woman will read that and say, “Are you crazy? They need to calm down.” Sorry girlfriend, I don’t want a gay man or one that’s too domesticated. I like a man with plenty of testosterone. That doesn’t mean I can live with him though.
I only want the resolute, beefcake mountain to stare at, smell, climb, jump up and down and to live on.
I want to avoid the vehement river rushing past it like a circumbendibus detour on the highway to hell.
Just let me go straight up the mountain on the trail!!!
No. The higher perspective at the summit will remain unattainable if you don’t cross the river, and the river is not going away. It’s a fact of nature.
Women and Men.
Emotions and Logic.
I am so dull at the specter of rapacious male lust that is overfull and never sated.
Colossus centaur in his superhero fantasy, piggish and greedy for huge breasts and a river of pussy.
It’s just food to him…her body. Just…a meal to gratify his insatiate greed…unless he loves her.
He can turn into a freak devil that does the same thing with hollow power…unless he loves her.
Even if she wanted to she couldn’t fill his black hole of need. A surfeit of money, accolade, ambition, and respect is a snack, but he is not yet a muscle-bound giant so the bloody feast must rage on.
He doesn’t know anything divergent, no other way to prevail, so it’s not something to be rabid about. As a male, every single institution has indoctrinated him to dominate and be a consumer who overfills his barbarian, carnivorous soul. He wasn’t born this way, it’s calculated so he can be of maximum use in the machine with very large teeth.
As a woman, every single institution from her birth has taught her that it’s a handicraft to feed his hungry lost soul, that he cannot feed himself, that he needs to be fed by everything she is, can do or possess because he is barren. Is he really barren of love?
The truth is…he has it all because woman indulged him and gave him her vitality. She didn’t have to! She still does long to give him all of her allegiances and not be loved in return. Why? It’s her undoing. It’s calculated so she can be of maximum use in the machine with very large teeth.
He thinks it’s control from her because he feels dependent and hungry, controlled by his edacious body or the cruel vacuum of his mother’s love. And it’s not just the food he needs, its flavor. He’ll even go to another planet to consume what they have, trying to find a novel flavor. Why does she feel sorry for his empty belly that covers an unrequited heart? He has a heart. We know it.
I’m one of the trifling women that knows you have excitability that lasts beyond a hook-up. The thing about me though…is I don’t particularly care. If you don’t want me, I’ll start to forget about you. Out of sight out of mind!
Men are cursed nomads, wandering the earth without love in them or loving anyone outside of themselves until they really…do…let themselves receive the gift of loving a woman that is not his mother! and need to be with her. It’s totally up to him. All a woman does is exist as she is. She has no control over his choice…at all.
A woman is always complete in herself, fed, not famished, all by herself. But a man is not. His insatiable lust and thirst that calls forth our pity really, will never be quenched until he lets himself be with her completely. A woman needs to have compassion on his need and fall into his arms if he is unrelenting. And yes, she is feeding him, once again.
A man is truly healed and made happy by truly loving a woman, not so much by her loving him because she loves all the time! That is her gift to herself. Because she exists…he found her and he learns to love. That is the greatest gift a man can have and then he’s no longer famished.
Lisa T. 1/4/2019
Paige Bradley, Sculptor
Woman… fire in chains walking through mans’ ice storm.
There is barely anywhere for us to rest on pliable earth, caressed by dew-kissed grass and flowers and visited by genial insects and creatures.
Man is a covetous, territorial beast, contemplating a meal, food for his belly, something to drink, and metal coins, hardware and paper and food from the earth; animals and fruit. They come from her blistering fires too from which he creates.
He craves the warmth of her fire that never dulls and memory of the Sun before the ice came to steal human souls.
Suspicious of her, he does not understand nor can he control her unless…he loves. Her fire can melt or burn and he only steals some warmth for a short time.
A man who loves is a magnificent animal, one that knows no limits and has unbounded strength. He has the strength of the earth, turned from ice and the sun combined because he is the seed willing to lose its cover in order to allow Life.
He willingly takes her to him, feasts, shares, adores and provides a safe place for her fertile ground to grow the eternal seeds she holds from before the time of The Dragon. She holds them still.
But he cannot stay next to her for long or he will melt.
He tries and survival beckons his traverse, summoned by a great dirge of possible conquest and the illusions of mind and heart that he believes are real because his core does not yet burn with equable insight.
Frozen, halcyon outsight of a gelid wasteland is still his birthright.
The feracious earth was given to her as a prolific garden and she waits yet for his icy heart to warm the arable soil for her so she can grow the fruit of breakable man in virile beauty, not in frozen, acrid death and blood.
He is…breakable because he is mortal! The seed must be broken in the soil to become eternal!
She is still in unyielding chains, unloved, unprotected, terribly alone in her vital fire that cannot be momentarily extinguished.
The Sun gave birth to the earth, to ice, to Time and its incessant movement will not cease.
The erudite Magician has given him the wand with which to channel her calescent magic because her heat increases.
Time must move forward but the dextrous tools of man can only thrive if they are forged with the luminosity of her body, to tend the garden of the Earth.
It may lie fallow and untended unless the fire that man discovered can be born in him by tending to her heat. Then he will remain.
Until then he will die, just as he was born.
Lisa Townsend-written on February 17, 2018
I just read this really great article called “Survival of the Prettiest”
The success of our civilization and the health of our children is, to a great degree, dependent on intelligent, thoughtful, healthy women who listen to their bodies and to their intuition when deciding to mate. This waste of time, women competing with each other regarding beauty, believing that the men know how to pick or do pick, is incorrect. A woman who sits passively back and waits for a man to approve of her is never going to get what she’s waiting for. Women are in charge! Men, from an evolutionary perspective, are waiting for a woman to pick them, so it really rests on women to set the tone and go forward with natural biology and intuition. When a man acts confident and assertive he’s displaying. He’s not trying to dominate you as a person although it is an attempt to be territorial. That’s not because he loves you as he doesn’t even know you. He lusts, all the time, and is trying to get picked.
If you watch any streaming nature show on TV, it proves that the males are the ones who dance, are colorful and work hard to be picked by a female for mating. It’s just a natural fact. Why is it reversed with patriarchy? Hatred of females is a harbinger of the death of a species if you ask me; self-hatred. It’s because women need to stop letting the males be in charge, stop over – sexualizing themselves, gain some confidence, get an education, control their mother love, and take care of themselves.
This article by David Dobbs of the New York Times starts out…
“Darwin published another troublesome treatise — “The Descent of Man, and Selection in Relationship to Sex.” This expanded on an idea he mentioned only briefly in “Origin.” Sometimes, he proposed, in organisms that reproduce by having sex, a different kind of selection occurs: Animals choose mates that are not the fittest candidates available, but the most attractive or alluring. Sometimes, in other words, aesthetics rule.”
Please read the next few paragraphs of the article. Then he says this,
“To Darwin’s dismay, many biologists rejected this theory. For one thing, Darwin’s elevation of sexual selection threatened the idea of natural selection as the one true and almighty force shaping a life — a creative force powerful and concentrated enough to displace that of God. And some felt Darwin’s sexual selection gave too much power to all those females exerting choices based on beauty. As the zoologist St. George Jackson Mivart complained in an influential early review of “Descent,” “the instability of vicious feminine caprice was too soft and slippery a force to drive something as important as evolution.”
Say what??!!! I about fell off the couch when I read that. Most women are not that superficial. Maybe Mr. Mivart wasn’t being picked by an intelligent woman and was frustrated! The ones that aren’t very bright and don’t think about relationship have unstable caprice and go for the car and money…or booty. That’s a small group of women. Most women I’ve known, know that a foundation of friendship, respect, and affinity are the basis for big, lasting, sexual attraction. That’s how most women roll, and we use our intuition to do it.
But in this case, it isn’t just our intuition, it’s the science of biology combined perfectly with the intuition that demonstrates my point. The holistic scientific method demonstrates how women pick a mate. Pheromones give off silent, non-noticeable smell signals to a woman, about a man’s DNA. It doesn’t occur so much with men because they aren’t the ones reproducing. Females make the healthy baby so we have to pick! That’s just nature fellas. This stuff is deep and not even in the control of males or females. We smell each other unconsciously to put the DNA messages we get about the other person through our subconscious computer brain.
In this case, our 300,000-year-old ancient instinct is behind the selection. Family resemblance comes into play here too. Females and males tend to be drawn to people that may resemble an immediate family member if they have safe subconscious tapes about those family members. If you’re at reproductive age, you will be concerned whether or not that person will fit into your family when you have children.
“Richard Prum, a mild-mannered ornithologist and museum curator from Yale, has published a book intended to win Darwin’s sex theory a more climactic victory with THE EVOLUTION OF BEAUTY (Doubleday, $30).”
“Prum considers birds artists. Manakins (Prum’s study group) carefully choreograph their dances. Bowerbirds mastered perspective in their bower building eons before human painters grokked it during the Renaissance.”
“Prum sees such aesthetic choices as driving a gradual “aesthetic remodeling” — an evolutionary reshaping of mating behavior, and even of male social behavior more widely, by the civilizing pressure of female preference. Prum stresses this is not about emasculating males or dominating them; it’s simply about selecting for males who allow females autonomy and choice.”
The sexually frustrated men who nobody loves, just start wars. We don’t want that.
Artist Paige Bradley, “Spring”