Some Occult Perspectives on Masturbation

[kimberlysteele]

This essay is meant to riff off of John Michael Greer's 2020 article On the Metaphysics of Sex, so please read it or re-read it as food for thought.

Americans in particular have lost the art of moderation. Whether we are talking about food intake, drugs, shopping, or the general use of petroleum products, most people do not know when to say "when".

Sexuality is an especially touchy subject because of the schizoid ways religions attempt to control fertility by weaponizing shame. In order to look at masturbation with the clarity it deserves, we have to put religious shame on a shelf for the time being. Let's save that discussion for a later date though as we delve into some aspects of what masturbation does and how it acts upon various planes for the two genders.

You Heard Me Right, TWO Genders

Understanding masturbation comes with some key conditions: one is that male is male and female is female. According to the writings of Thoth Hermes Trismegistus, the polarity of male and female gender is in everything and it is everywhere. When the physical body is born male, what you see is what you get, XY chromosomes... it's a dude. When the physical body is born female, XX chromosomes, it's a lady. Aberrations are usually defective females, because for whatever reason, biological disruptions often present as feminization and not masculinization in animals on this planet. But as the John Michael Greer article states, biological females typically have male etheric bodies and female astral bodies, and males have the same series in reverse, with a female etheric body and a male astral body. Variations exist, and just like the physical plane body can be disrupted, a disrupted etheric or astral body may present itself in a confusing or damaged way.

In his 1970 book The Satanic Witch, Anton La Vey developed what he called the La Vey Personality Synthesizer based on his hypothesis that "every human type has its corresponding personality traits that (can be seen as) occupying a position on the circle that can approximate the numbers of a clock". Via his analyses of personalities and body types that bore a passing resemblance to the medieval doctrine of humors, La Vey hypothesized that a would-be seducer needed to portray the person directly opposite to the would-be seduced person on his circular graph.

La Vey postulated that within the core of every large-shouldered, thin hipped, dominating woman was an inner "demonic self" who was an effeminate, submissive man. Likewise, an effeminate, short, pudgy, rounded Six O'Clock man possessed an inner Amazon woman who was as formidable as he was weak. Whether or not LaVey knew what he was doing, he was merely referencing what traditional occultists believe about the polarity chain of physical, etheric, and astral bodies. Typically, people born male will have female etheric bodies and women will have male etheric bodies. In my own case, I was born a small, diminutive female, but my etheric body is the polar opposite. It's a huge, burly MAN, baby, and if it could operate without me, it would be out chopping wood and entering gladiator contests.

Onanism Across the Planes

Masturbation is a huge release of etheric and astral energy whether you're male or female, and the main difference is the direction in which the energy flows. For women and girls, release on the etheric plane goes outward. A woman spends etherically during masturbation whereas a man absorbs; please keep this in mind as I will come back to this topic later. When a woman spends prolifically on the etheric plane, she will often lose her creative drive elsewhere, as the etheric is what gives us motivation to change and improve, especially where homemaking is concerned. I have noticed that young women who are not particularly fastidious to begin with take on a slovenly appearance when they are chronic masturbators, most likely because they lose the energetic motivation to maintain themselves, which brings us to the world of images known as the astral plane.

The key difference between men and women when they masturbate lies in the world of images. Men masturbate to pornographic imagery more than women. The man populates his brain with a harem of supplicant, artificial females who are soon to be solely replaced by AI. His energy body absorbs these fake, creepy "girls" and accumulates their etheric revenants/ghosts in legions. Meanwhile, his astral body becomes weak with occupation, made into the bitch of the faceless, corporate egregores who add him so his broken inner self can grease the walls of their mighty astral pyramid.

Women don't think of groups of men when they masturbate, for the most part. Though men may enjoy bukkake and gang bang, for most women, it is the stuff of nightmares. Instead, women tend to masturbate with images of The One in their minds. A woman's energy body is a phallus seeking a single target. He is Mr. Right, or at least Mr. Right Now. This is the reason young girls gather in throngs to worship male stage stars, such as young Frank Sinatra's bevy of Bobby-soxers and the boy bands who made Tiger Beat and Bop magazine popular. Each girl fantasizes having the It Boy for herself, one-on-one, her male etheric body penetrating his egg-like female one. Romance novels and fan fiction mercilessly exploit the female tendency to fixate upon the One. Many women use their creative force to write fan fiction, exploiting the phenomenon. Some of you may know that Fifty Shades of Grey, the romance novel that temporarily saved its publisher from bankruptcy, started as a Twilight fan-fiction. In Twilight as well as Fifty Shades, we have a classic stereotype of a boring, Mary Sue everywoman who becomes the obsession of the It Boy for no apparent reason.

The biggest source of sadness for women in relationships tends to be when the man they choose (whether temporarily or on a more permanent, spousal basis) fails to live up to the image of The One. The One, however, being an ideal, can never exist! Women are plagued eternally with the idea that they have settled, even when they marry the man they thought was The One. The One that wasn't quite the One becomes the object of scorn and derision, and often she will do without men altogether because of the bitter realization the One cannot exist.

The biggest source of sadness for men in relationships tends to be when they cannot have the harem they believe they deserve or deserved. Porn is no substitute for being an actual, real stud on the physical plane. For a man, the biggest detractor in his relationships happens when he cannot stop seeing his chosen lover or spouse as replaceable. The worst thing a man can do is to fail to see the uniqueness of his woman, even when she has sacrificed body and soul for him for many years.

Women are the active providers of the etheric plane. An etheric male is a nest-builder. Women are good at constructing the home environment because they can perceive energy flows that men cannot. Women are better decorators because they can see more colors than men. Women also have better senses of smell, which is why the perfume industry mainly revolves around them. Women do most of the cooking and cleaning because they are usually better at it, paying attention to the details men are likely to miss.

Men are the passive receivers of the etheric plane. An etheric female is a nest-dependent. Males need the etheric comfort of the home environment in order to restore their energy and revive their physical potency. Men prioritize a good etheric plane provider in a woman the same way women seek out a good physical plane provider in a man. Men who are overly attached to their mothers are often captured because their mother is or was a more attentive cook and housecleaner than their spouse or lover, meaning on the etheric plane, mom has bigger and better equipment.

When men masturbate excessively, they end up with broken etheric bodies that are scattered like marbles with nobody to pick up the pieces. They are leaky and the energy they exude is creepy, deeply insecure, needy, and off-putting. When women masturbate excessively, like the John Michael Greer essay stated, they become etherically constipated. The general vibe is that of the butch, brittle, "I don't need no man!" vulgarian who couldn't care less about how ugly she is on the inside or the outside. She becomes the insensitive bull in the china shop who rolls over anything in her way; the solo, bitter harpy who drinks herself into a stupor every night while becoming increasingly mean to all and sundry.

Don't Take It From Me

Keep in mind I am no expert (sexpert? LOL) and my opinion should be taken with many grains of salt -- also, I could be wrong. These observations of mine are never meant as gospel. They are only the musings of a newbie occultist observing the illusion of the world. As for how often someone should masturbate, I have no idea. I'm thinking everyone should masturbate just to figure out what it does. Once a day seems like too much, and the older you are, the less frequent masturbation should probably be. For the young, limiting masturbation to one or two times per week sans pornographic images and relying on imagination is probably ideal. For the rest of us, once a month is probably enough, but again, it all depends on your health, your circumstances, and too many many factors to list.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Interesting you mention trains, because they are the one form of industrial travel I find doesn't cause me inner plane issues. Anything else (busses, cars, planes, etc) cause me some level of etheric discomfort, but trains don't.

[methylethyl]

I have been on trains that didn't bother me in the least, and also trains that did. The difference seemed to be the level of air-conditioning! Riding third-class in Asia was totally fine-- open windows, ceiling fans, wooden benches, and sweating our brains out... was a lot of fun. But Amtrak in New England... was exhausting. Funny enough, that third-class car, there did seem to be a lot of local people suffering greatly from motion sickness. You could tell because the local remedy involves sticking scraps of paper to your face-- there must be some oil or unguent involved but I never did discover what it was. Wish I knew.