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Apr. 1st, 2024 10:08 am
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For all its grandstanding, arrogance, undiluted bigotry, and ignorance, the Christian Bible does not state "Cleanliness is next to godliness."  The quote is commonly attributed to John Wesley (1703-1791).  Wesley was the founder of the Methodist Church.  We may have him to thank for the compulsive bathing habits of Americans, who are only out-bathed by Brazilians.   Let's take a second though to parse the statement that allegedly originates from one of Wesley's sermons.  "Cleanliness is next to godliness".  Not underneath; NEXT TO.  

Wesley, like many Christians in his era, seemed to bank on his own entry into an eternal life in Heaven where he would sit alongside his God and presumably have as much or more authority over human beings as he did while he toiled in Meatworld.  This sort of attitude is comically hubristic in my opinion and is one of the reasons I find most stripes of Christianity to be insufferable.  To say cleanliness is next to godliness is almost arrogant enough to say cleanliness is the same as godliness.  The implication is that circumstances that would make one dirty or ugly also make the person, place, or thing suffering those circumstances evil, cursed, or Satanic.  I'm not surprised it came from a Christian preacher: it has the air of sanctimonious, paranoid, absurd frigidity about it.  

In Japanese, the word kirei means both beautiful and clean.  The illusion of cleanliness is that it is synonymous with beauty and beauty is always apparently clean in some key respect.

The trouble with both cleanliness and beauty in our civilization is their equation with godliness.  That which is symmetrical, vital, fertile, and new reigns uber alles.  Beauty is a phenomenon perceived entirely from the outside; it is naively presumed to be a perfect reflection of the truth within.

I was at the physical peak of my own beauty at age 21.  Though I saw myself as a near-10 stunner, I was actually a mid with excellent grooming habits.  I was also stupid: I made the grave mistake of chopping my long hair off at age 19, wanting to fit in with gamine supermodels who slouched on magazine covers.  I am a gnome compared to those women -- so I hilariously worked retail to sell clothes modeled by them while imagining myself to be of the same beauty caliber as them.  Not everyone is into tall girls though: for a petite woman, I qualified as a hottie back in the day, which wasn't bad for someone as naturally nerdy as me but certainly never would have made do for a local beauty contest, let alone a runway.  I was pretty enough on the outside and hideous on the inside.  Behind my cute facade, I was a cauldron of anger and sorrow, lying to myself and others, ungrateful, and thirsty.   I find it funny when people say they want to go back to nineteen.  I don't.  

Nowadays, the actors who dominated my era -- Julia Roberts, Harrison Ford, Tom Cruise -- are being remade via AI.  No matter how perfect you are or were, there is a computer who can invent a more perfect version of you that does a better job of squeezing the dopamine triggers that made you famous in 1983.  These new AI versions are uncanny.  They're more symmetrical, fuller-lipped, larger-eyed, and squarer-jawed, and cleaner in every way, yet something is off.  AI always gets something wrong, like those AI-generated kitchen photos where the vase of flowers gets eaten by the ceiling fixture or the towel disappears into the wood of a cabinet.  Whether AI creates a late teen hottie or a digital rendition of a "perfect" kitchen, it's always a Frankenstein's monster that looks like it slithered from the fever dreams of a few million struggling, depressed, materialist mid-wits.  Probably because that is what it is.

The images of the Perfect Mate/Perfect Kitchen are neither attainable nor sustainable.  They are only meant to trick us into spending inordinate amounts of money and resources.  In the case of the AI hottie, the statement goes "You're not ugly, you're just poor."  What this means is that only those too poor to afford multiple cosmetic procedures need to remain ugly.  Warhol's prediction of everyone becoming famous for 15 minutes in the future has been limited in some respect to those who opt into having one or more cometic surgeries. One of the commonest procedures done on young women, often when they are teenage girls, is the rhinoplasty or nose job.  To be honest, a smaller, straighter nose is often a vast improvement, plus the internal part of the nose job tends to involve correcting a deviated septum, which is something I suffer from.   

Big Lipped Brunettes: The Three Jolies

In the realm of non-functional cosmetics, larger lips have been a trend since Angelina Jolie became famous.  In order to achieve what Jolie had naturally in her youth, women and men get a slurry of hyaluronic injected into the region every 6-12 months.  The chemicals create a semi-permanent state of inflammation that dissolves over time.  Little did Angelina Jolie know that her lips would launch other celebrity ships.  There are three examples who spring readily to mind: Megan Fox, Ssniperwolf a.k.a. Lia Shelesh, and Kylie Jenner.

Megan Fox through the years.

Megan Fox, age 37, is an actress known mainly for being the female love interest in 2007's Transformers, a silly Michael Bay sci-fi movie that featured talking car-robots and a young Shia LeBeouf.  She was considered the most beautiful woman in the world after being put on the map in her early 20s.  She started modeling as a child.  Lip injections seem to have been Fox's claim to fame: once she got them, she landed Transformers and the gigs kept rolling in.  Only when it became self-evident that she was a prima donna did Fox start losing cache, and by that time she was famous enough to sustain herself without having to do much in the realm of actual acting.

Lia Shelesh, a.k.a. SSSniperwolf

Sssniperwolf is a YouTuber named Lia Shelesh who started off with videos about gaming in 2013.  She switched her content to bland reaction videos in 2017 and was able to generate interest mainly by creating controversy and looking cute while doing it.  Sssniperwolf has been arrested multiple times.  She likes to steal things, hit people, and doxx those who make fun of her.  Her first known mugshot in 2013 shows her without her trademark full lips.  Her blow up in 2017 seems to have been synonymous with her lip enlargement.

Kylie Jenner

Kylie Jenner, age 26, inspired a bizarre trend in 2015 (when she was in her own late teens) known as the Kylie Jenner Lip Challenge.  Her fanbase of tween and teen girls would stick their lips into empty Gatorade bottles and suck the air out, creating enough suction to temporarily engorge the lips.  Jenner herself had already transformed herself from gawky teenager to the world's hottest model by getting lip fillers.  

In all three cases, the rapid encroachment of age has made the three Jolies into Jokers.  The original Jolie has become so dysmorphic, she famously went through a voluntary double-mastectomy because she has the breast cancer gene.  To my mind, this was not far from cutting off one's hands for fear of getting a hangnail, but Hollywood gonna Hollywood.  For Fox, dysmorphia has taken over her mind to the extent that she can no longer see the diminishing returns of plastic "improvements".  Shelesh has yet to stay out of police stations and should probably consider where she is going to source lip fillers when she is detained in jail.  Jenner is the poster child for her generation aging like milk.  Because she is so gonzo about having herself carved and stabbed in the name of beauty, at age 26 she looks far older than I did as a poor, non-surgeried plebe at age 37.  

I am sure I don't have to spell it out that all three Jolies are cautionary tales.  For Fox, physical perfection is an addiction.  Though 20 let go of her a long time ago, she clearly has not let go of it.  Shelesh seems like a straight up terrible person: it's not just insecurity and dysmorphia eating at her, as it is in Fox's case.  Jenner, like her older Kardashian clan sisters, is a monster of insecurity poised as a role model.  For all three, the future looms and it looks like Madonna at the 2024 Grammys.  

The spectacle of outer beauty carries a potent glamour.  Sometimes the golden mean as reflected on the outside tells the truth about its astral, mental, and causal plane origins.  Sometimes it lies.  
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The following is an excerpt from my upcoming book, Sacred Homemaking. Sacred Homemaking is a working hypothesis advocating the creation of protective magical shapes within the home from various angles: the physical plane, where experience is blunt and direct; the etheric plane, which is the plane of energy and vibration; and all of the planes above the physical and etheric, which are the astral, mental, causal, and spiritual planes. For more insight into the way I have come to understand the planes, please investigate my TikTok channel @whitewitchoftheprairie or these articles:

https://kimberlysteele.dreamwidth.org/tag/astral+plane
https://kimberlysteele.dreamwidth.org/tag/etheric+plane

The pathological fear of aging, rest, and death is prevalent in our civilization. Modern people do not have a healthy view of death and dying, to the point where certain industries' existence depends on profiting from hysterical reactions to aging, such as the cosmetic surgery industry. Nevertheless, we face a small death every night: sleep. In an age of electric lights and digital convenience, a good night's sleep is one of the most elusive prizes offered in life. Very few get it on the regular, present company included.

What is Sleep and What are Dreams? The Real Petit Mort

Sleep is a kind of small death. To sleep is to end the processes of one day and begin the next, for nothing can be born without the death of something before it. The physical body uses sleep to process its waste: the reason why it’s not advisable to eat anything significant before retiring is because the body goes into Phase 2 when it slumbers. It takes the digested food and turns it into poop and pee in Phase 2, and it can only do one job well at a time. While heart rate slows and conscious brain turns off, the subconscious wakes up so the soul may wander the astral plane unfettered from its Meatworld moorings.

The astral plane is a collective place, but just like the physical plane, it is not controlled by any single person. The rules of the astral are different from the physical world: for one, it is a world where our perceptions are even more faulty than in the physical world of sensation. A house can exist on the astral plane, but unlike on the physical plane, its location and features can change depending on the dreamer. It can flit in and out of existence. It can become large or small, adding or losing rooms, or it can morph into another place altogether. This is because the astral is dependent upon memory as far as we humans are concerned, and the way something appears depends on both our memory and the memory of others, including the spirits of other humans, animals, places, trees, and objects.

Despite the ramblings of “experts”, we cannot truly control our dreaming state at every moment, nor should we try. This is not to say we should not make an effort to cultivate balanced emotional reactions in dreams; actually, dreams can act as an effective sandbox for the way we behave in daily life. For instance, if you dream of murder or being murdered, it is a golden opportunity to look into your memories of that dream in discursive meditation to unpack the animosities behind the dream. Perhaps those animosities are coming from you or coming towards you, but once you have sorted it out, you will have a great deal more control over your waking emotions when they are inevitably triggered by Meatworld life.

The more meditation work you do on the few dreams you can remember (if you can remember your dreams at all) the better you will function during your waking life: anxiety will be put in its proper place, irritating people won’t be able to get an instant rise out of you, and you’ll gain insights into the reasons you were incarnated with your unique mind and body. That said, outside from thinking about dreams, the physical objects in your bedroom matter: they can affect the etheric and astral planes through careful choice and manipulation.

You’ve likely heard all of the physical plane suggestions to improve sleep. Avoiding caffeine anywhere near bedtime, drinking mildly sedative teas such as chamomile, lemon balm, hops, and valerian, scenting the room with lavender, putting up blackout curtains, regular exercise, wearing socks to bed, avoiding electronic screens, bathing by candlelight, fasting or eating only fruit a few hours before bedtime, and keeping the bedroom cool are all sound strategies to help the sleep process.

Bathing is one of my go-to ways of ensuring a good night’s rest. Taking a bath cleanses both the etheric and physical bodies. I usually take a bath at night, which washes off both physical and etheric grime. If I feel especially worn out or overloaded by the day’s events, I wash my hair even if my hair is not technically dirty. When negative etheric energy piles up, it often accumulates at the back of the head, the temples, and around the neck. Washing those parts cleans the slate and clears the path for better dreams.

Bedroom cleanliness and arrangement matters. When you make your bed in the morning, you are saying to it in the most direct, physical way that you appreciate it. A harmonious color scheme for your bed via its linens, throw pillows, or blankets is an important seal of thoughtfulness. Nice-looking pillows, blankets, and sheets help the bed to be proud. If the bed knows you care for it, it will care for you. Every morning, when you make your bed, thank it for its hard work as you would a team of people who fought off the evils of the world while you slept.

Arrange your bedroom in a way that feels good to you. Depending on the source, there are a million different suggestions about which direction your head should be oriented in sleep despite there being only four directions on the map. Move your bed and sleep in one orientation for a week. If it does not feel right, move it again and try another direction. It really is that simple. Far more important is the tidiness of your bedroom and the daily appreciation of the bed.

Clutter, dust, and dirt in the bedroom is visually disturbing, and the last thing you want before you enter the astral plane is images of a mess dancing in your brain. Hide or remove screens, collections, clothing, and the other detritus of life so you are not subconsciously affected by it.

Sleep is a series of dives through the layers of increasingly subtle planes. Though we exist on all of the planes all of the time, our perception of ourselves is far more limited. Perception informs consciousness. Just as light is a wave, yet it is also a particle, we perceive ourselves as particles despite also being waves.

When you sleep soundly and for an adequate amount of time, your body repairs while your Meatworld brain turns inward. The more deeply you sleep, the more your astral body is able to detach and decompress from your physical and etheric bodies. When someone is comatose, he or she is about as detached from the physical body as a human can get without actually dying. If you don’t sleep all that well, you will often find yourself trapped in the lower astral plane. Depending on your state of self-realization and development, your lower astral state can range from generic pablum to all-out war with malevolent spirits. You can improve your lower astral experience during your waking hours by doing spiritual work, discursive meditation, praying, and unrelentingly committing yourself to being the change you want to see in the world. Nevertheless, even those who do not sleep soundly dive through the upper astral planes during sleep: we all do that no matter what our spiritual situation. The key difference between a yogi (or someone who is very spiritual) and a spiritual novice is the yogi’s ability to bring the information he receives from the upper astral into his conscious mind at will. Yogis do not require as much sleep as you and me because of this ability, which is gained only one way: arduous spiritual work and balance of the inner and outer planes.

Night Terrors, Hypnogogia, and Sleep Paralysis

Aside from pragmatic, physical plane remedies to encourage better sleep and becoming a yogi, you can address the etheric plane and the astral planes while you sleep with simple natural magic. Modes of improvement in natural magic in the bedroom affect the astral plane via the etheric plane.

The word nightmare comes from Old English maere, a female spirit that was said to suffocate sleepers. The Night Hag is a common experience around the world: every culture from the beginning of time has its version of the creature that steals into sleeping rooms to sit upon the chest of the slumberer. Though the Night Hag experience may have to do with the difficulty most of us have with breathing as we sleep – apnea is as common as dirt – it is also real on the astral plane. There is an entire class of nasty creatures, mostly in the lower astral planes, whose raison d’etre is to attack sleeping humans by sitting on their chests and stealing their energy, usually in the form of breath. Most humans are assaulted in their sleep by the Hag and her co-horts (they can be male or female). Most humans have no idea this is happening, much like the leper who does not know his hand has been nearly burned off because his nerves are always misfiring. Considering modern humanity is in a religious Dark Age, it can be thought of as a leper colony of the spirit. Use of drugs, especially serotonin reuptake inhibitors, opens the gateway for these opportunistic spirits. Religious practices such as traditional mass, prayer, offerings, discursive meditation, and banishing rituals keep the Hag away on the astral plane. All are suggested whether or not you are aware of being attacked.

When we humans sleep, we are sitting ducks for astral attack, whether this is from other people (intentional and unintentional) or from any random spirit who wanders through the ecosystem. This kind of openness to astral attack occurs regardless of our age and belief system unless there is a strong routine of discursive meditation, prayer, banishing, and natural magic in place. In order to repel attacks on the astral, we can look to different forms of remedy that address different planes of existence.

Interfering with the Hag on the etheric plane is easy. Simply put up to four bowls of vinegar out near your bedside and keep them freshly stocked night after night. Vinegar scrambles malefic entities when they attempt to manifest on the etheric plane. If we could see vinegar fumes working on the chest-sitter, we would witness it penetrating it and exploding its etheric body like what happens to astronauts in space if they lose their space suit. Gods and angels, however, are free to come and go because their bodies are more subtle than the Hag’s. Bowls of salt do the same thing, as salt is protective, but because salt does not osmose into the air as readily as liquid, it tends to be combined with water – hence holy water. Sprinkling hot pepper into vinegar or salty water is also advised, as well as protective herbs such as lavender or sage, which can do double duty in helping sleep via their aromatherapy effects.

Using a weighted blanket made of tiny glass beads works to insulate the etheric body in much the same way insulation in a house’s walls keeps warmth from escaping to the outside. Glass is an etheric insulator. The tiny particles of glass inflict the death of a thousand cuts upon malefic entities that try to pierce through to the sleeper inside: think of a tasty burrito that is wrapped in broken glass. Since etheric energy is contained by glass, the sleeper’s body does not lose the energy at night and the energy goes largely unseen on the astral, also preventing other forms of interference in the world of dreams from malefic entities.

I often sleep under a weighted blanket after spraying my hair down with vinegar water and either braid it or sleep with my head wrapped in a turban. My hair benefits from vinegar water because it is much softer and more manageable. The real benefit comes from vinegar evaporating from my head while my body is wrapped in a glass bead burrito: malefic entities shrug and move on because I am not worth the trouble.

Sacred Bedside Geometrics

The next remedy crosses the etheric into the astral. Hanging or displaying a geometric shape near the bed casts a protective net around the sleeper, acting as both a guard and as a distraction to the entities who are looking for trouble around your bed. In the entity’s case, the shape appears as an alluring yet dangerous whirlpool or spiderweb. Humans and non-human beings alike are attracted to repeating, symmetrical shapes.

Common symmetrical shapes such as the Sri Yantra, Metatron’s cube, the Seed of Life (Hexafoil), the Unicursal Hexagram, and even symmetrical shapes made on the toy known as a Spirograph are suitable for placing beside the bed. Mandalas from the Buddhist tradition certainly cross-pollinate with more Westernized sacred geometry: there is an old saying that great minds think alike that may be relevant here. Furthermore, the medium in which the shape is expressed is not at all limited to ink and paper. Kitenge, a traditional African type of batik, is a form of art on fabric. The highly repetitive, symmetrical shapes and bright colors of kitenge provide a protective, demon-deterring effect in the form of cloth, which may serve to explain why kitenge are used in important life events. Kitenge are worn by African women from Ghana to Ethiopia to Botswana during weddings and funerals. Babies are wrapped in them, which puts a formidable barrier between the baby and the malefic entities who would try to hurt the baby or infest his or her space.

The Navaho tribe, among others, has its famous wedding baskets. A wedding basket, woven with love and care to symbolize the human journey through the worlds of darkness and light, provides a two-fold barrier on the etheric and astral plane. Anything woven, knitted, or stitched by hand has etheric potency as the weaver pours her etheric energy into every symmetrical knot. The Ojibwa dream catcher was first documented by settlers in the 1800s. The Ojibwa and other tribes used the handwoven objects, often made of a stick bent into a hoop and netted string, to hang by sleeping infants as a form of protection. The quilting traditions of the British Isles, Canada, and the USA are prime examples of using color and symmetry to repel evil spirits from the sleeper. Whether or not the quilt is consciously crafted with the intention of repelling evil spirits from the astral, the effect of the symmetrical design is the same as the previously mentioned bedside geometrics. The Amish hex sign spells its purpose out plainly in its name: it is meant to repel evil witchcraft. Instead of being placed near humans, the hex sign protects sleeping animals in and around the barns where they are painted.

Circling the globe again, Islam has the potent tradition of mosaics. Placing mosaics throughout one’s space basically turns it into a demon’s kryptonite. Muslims avoid the use of human or animal shapes in their artwork and there may be good astral plane reasons for this. Though malevolent beings are confused and defeated by symmetrical shapes on the astral, they seem to gain power through the shapes of human and animal forms. The haunted doll trope in horror movies exists because a doll of any sort is an easy way in for a malefic entity. What tends to happen is a child plays with a doll, often for several years, and a wandering spirit takes up residence in the doll. The child lends the spirit more energy by playing with it and doting on it. Sometimes these spirits are benign, but in today’s cruddy astral conditions, a doll can become a host for a malefic being. This can easily be avoided by asking for a divine spirit or god to bless and protect the doll when or after it is given to the child. That said, it is a good idea to put the child’s doll, stuffed animal, or action figure collection away at night or keep it out of sight in the bedroom.

Haunted Objects

One of the reasons it is so important to let go of objects, including “stuff” that needs to go to the landfill, is that objects can become haunted by malefic spirits that bring misfortune and bad luck. Neglect is a form of ignorance, that is to “ignore” or “not know”. What you do not know can and will hurt you. Just as it is not a good idea to hang out with unhappy and unlucky people, surrounding yourself with unhappy, unlucky objects in the form of neglected clutter can wreak havoc in a million and one unseen ways. Stuff that has been stolen has bad energy that will turn around and bite the hand that stole it: that’s why the homes of shoplifters and kleptomaniacs are especially grubby no matter how clean they are on the surface. Stuff that has been gotten by questionable means, such as the unearned McMansions of the conspicuous consumption elite, has a grubby feeling on a grand scale. Something will always seem off about the McMansion if you are even remotely psychically sensitive, and this “offness” is pervasive even if the space is beautifully and tastefully decorated. Whether it is in a rich or poor person’s space, a hoard is a psychically overwhelming force and not with the powers of goodness. The reason for this is that neglected stuff is a Wendigo – the more of it you amass, the more you want. The only cure is to release it into the infinite and let go of your addiction to amassing too much stuff.

Stealing objects, coercing someone into buying you objects, and subsisting off of massive unearned wealth and the wealth of others have deleterious effects both on your karma and daily personal energy. The reason I do not steal is not only ethical, it is out of my selfish interest in not attracting the diseased energy of stolen or unearned objects. If you have stolen an object, give it away and donate the cost of what was stolen either to the place you stole it from or to a charity that has the same vibe as where you stole it from. For instance, if you stole a book from the library, give the book away and donate its cost to the library itself or to a charity that helps children learn to read. If you still have a toy that you got by being a brat and throwing a tantrum as a child, give it away to Goodwill with blessings from the gods to whomever inherits it and donate its current cost to a children’s charity. Finally, if you have truly screwed the pooch and lived in a luxurious and greedy way, give up that lifestyle, physically pare it down, and consider moving into a smaller and humbler domicile. Donate whatever you can to a good charity that helps the homeless find permanent residences. Firmly resolve not to do that anymore, live more simply and thankfully, and it is very possible your terrible luck and depression will likely clear along with your conscience.

When an object is severely haunted or possessed, your best bet is to bury it in the ground, upside down if it has an upside for a face or a top of any sort. Another cure is to drop the object in a deep lake or ocean. Burial has the effect of invoking the spirits of the Earth or Water to claim the physical and etheric body of the haunted object. Burning the object is more dangerous as the instant release of the object’s body being destroyed can temporarily empower it and allow it to move to a new host, depending on the vulnerability of spaces, people, and animals in the immediate surroundings.
 

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Everyone born into our current chunk of the Kali Yuga is born tired. I used to sleep so much as a baby, my parents report waking me up every few hours just to make sure I wasn't dead. The problem, I believe, was that I spent fewer than five years out of incarnation. I believe that my soul's previous incarnation ended in 1968. From what I can recall, she died of old age. Occultists say that in past eras, human souls would spend anywhere from 50 to 200 years out of incarnation between bodies. Nowadays we are lucky if we get a few months. This is the natural result of human population being at an all time peak. The wave has crested. We may hit ten billion but it won't last. The thing we occultists look forward to (and economists mourn) is longer breaks in-between human lives as humankind shrinks in number.

I was tired as a child despite not having any significant health problems. I was tired at my physical prime around age 21. I wasn't quite as tired when I went vegan at age 37; for about a year I had a physical and mental boost as my health improved. Menopause hit at 49 and now I'm tired again. I am tired right now, writing this essay.

If you are tired like me, know at least that you are not alone. The humans alive right now lack the abundant energy people took for granted in the pre-Industrial era. This is largely the product of etheric starvation, a condition that occurs when lakes are filled, rivers dammed and reversed, roads built over meadows, and paradise paved to put up a parking lot. Philosopher Bertrand Russell, who was born in 1872, often commented on how much greener everything was before the 20th century. Since his death in 1970, the un-greening of the world has hit a frantic pace, and with it, etheric starvation has become the de facto condition of the world.

Why Is It Like This?

Sleep is supposed to be nourishing. Because of etheric starvation, sleep does not satisfy and nourish as it did in Bertrand Russell's era and the ones before it. Just as we eat more food nowadays (and get fat in the process) while absorbing fewer nutrients and becoming sick instead of healthy, we require more sleep, but the sleep we manage to get fails to restore the etheric body. Sleep also lacks the ability to soothe emotional distress for the most part. Sleep and dreams often leave us more troubled than going the insomniac route. This problem is the direct result of the collective astral's current degraded state. To put it flatly, the collective astral is a house of horrors; a cosmic dumpster fire. The combination of mass etheric starvation and endemic spiritual ignorance has given us a perpetual collective astral s**tstorm. The astral plane is nothing more or less than the realm of the imagination. When the average imagination is a haunted, poisoned well, the collective result is a minefield of creepy things emerging from those wells like The Ring (2002) minus the haunted VHS tapes. Let's take the example of the imaginal world of a four year old girl named Cassie. Little Cassie's babyhood was spent entirely in Covid lockdown. For this reason, she knows the lyrics of Sexxy Red's Pound Town better than she knows her ABCs. Her mind is consumed by both Lyla in the Loop and lewder images of influencer types twerking in the club. She doesn't have the mental equipment to know what to make of the titillating images jamming her brain. She does however know how to drop the F bomb like a seasoned pro.

Now let's visit Alex, a fourteen year old suburban boy. Justifiably angry at being society's throwaway, Alex longs for rites of passage other than getting a driver's license. He escapes his hovering mother and a stifling school routine with online games. He has no practical skills and nobody to teach him how to be a man. His imagination is populated by the caricatures of women in anime form who speak in baby-talk to his subconscious, reassuring him that it is fine to be lazy, dependent, and weak.

Fast-forward to Alex, the female version. She is 28 and she wants to be an influencer of a slightly different kind than Sexxy Red. She has recently joined an MLM, convinced that it is her ticket out of poverty despite the credit debt she had to take on in order to gain the "opportunity" of selling herbal diet pills. Alex is possessed by a Wendigo that craves unearned wealth. Her dreams overflow with McMansions, spa weeks, and jet travel she will never experience.

Now on over to the hump of middle age... I know it well! We have Jason, a 52 year old man preaching assertive forms of religion mainly to people who don't want to hear it. His subconscious is as full of the desire to be gay as his feed is full of damnation against gays. His brief, drug-fueled experiences as a young twink haunt him, though he will never admit it. His uni-God purportedly hates gays, so deep down, he believes his God hates him as he cannot help being homosexual.

But wait, like a bad infomercial, there's more. Let's get on to Nora, a sixty-five year old divorcee who is addicted to shopping and romance novels. Nora's rich ex-husband shovels alimony money in her general direction, so finances are not an issue. Nora's dreams and imagination are dysmorphic. She's fond of making AI photos of herself that depict her as a romance novel heroine, her old, flabby body replaced by a young, busty avatar that somewhat resembles somebody she could have been.

Finally, we have Clyde, an 80+ guy trapped in a nursing home who waits to die while watching cable news alone in his room. Anything is better than the constant onslaught of needles, experimental vaccines, and dialysis required to keep him in endless stasis. His family has forgotten about him and his friends are all dead. He cannot help his grumpiness with the young strangers who don't have time to discover his bed sores. He wishes they would just leave him alone so he could make his undramatic exit.

Even the most spiritually aware people -- present company excluded, I'm talking monks and nuns who actually live the Word, yogis, and kung fu masters -- have to put up with the collective astral morass. The more along the Path you are, the more sensitized you are to higher beings and the more exempt you are from astral assaults, but it does not save anyone from the mess the astral has become. Much of magical work in the Western tradition is to build a temple within the imagination that is a sanctuary from the collective astral. The collective astral is at its all-time worse at the moment but it has always been crappy, hence the need for astral temples.

The Dives

Sleep and dreams are a diving expedition. Sleep is a cycle of waves on the subtle planes that mimics patterns measured on the physical planes. To "drop off" into sleep is more like to "turn on". As the physical falls away, the dreamer wanders unfettered by the Meatworld body and Meatworld limits. For this reason, all sleep is astral travel. Like pit stops and break downs on a road trip, diving through the planes in sleep can be marred by halts and jerks. The first dive through the lower astral is like taking a car through a bad neighborhood. One pothole or excessively long traffic light can spell disaster. Hypnogogia and night terrors are pit stops in the lower astral, the imaginal realm of torment, passion, and conflict. If you vibrate to the lower astral because of your steady diet of Sexxy Red, Samus Aran, and Dawson's 20 Load Weekend, you'll be a virtual prisoner of it both in waking and dreaming life. Add that most of us don't sleep all that well or deeply, or that many of us are on serotonin drugs, and the chances of hanging out with the nasty creatures of the lower astral are virtually guaranteed. It's funny that bedwetting is feared and tabooed, because bedwetting is often the natural result of effective, deep sleep. The young and the old wet the bed because of 1. Not-so-great bladder control but also because of 2. Thoroughly detaching from the physical plane while sleeping. When you can still dive the higher astral plane during sleep because you are closer to non-Meatworld being than most (by virtue of being close to death or birth) it's hard to re-surface, wake up, and pee.

Dream Symbolism

Dream guides -- those books that attempt to catalogue what every dream symbol means -- are not worth the powder to blow them to hell because the real question is not "What does this symbol mean?" but "What does this symbol mean to me?" When my father was dying, I did not see his coming death in dreams, yet I was the only one who knew he was going to go near the time he did. My dreams are not prophetic. Nevertheless, my dreams have plenty of symbols that inform me about past, present, and future. For instance, when I dream of a certain large house, it symbolizes worry about money and security. When I dream about the city of Chicago, it symbolizes the Path itself, despite the fact I try to avoid traveling into Chicago whenever possible. When I dream of cults, it's a surefire symbol of American corporate culture. But if I dream of a bird, it's just a bird.

Controlling Dreams

There are people who can control their own dreams. One woman used her TED Talk platform to insist "anyone" can turn their dreams into a fantasy playground. Though I don't doubt she has fun times with her rainbows, talking fish, unicorns, or whatever, transforming one's dreams into free Disney World strikes me as a genuinely stupid idea that stands a decent chance of earning her a painful karmic retrogression. Dreams are a playground of sorts, but they are not as gossamer and silly as the term would imply. Instead, dreams are more of a sandbox that happens to temper the dreamer like fine steel. But Kimberly, you say, doesn't ritual magic and sacred homemaking involve the construction of imaginary shapes on the astral, and doesn't that take some playing around? Yes, but in the case of ritual magic, the whole point is to invoke and court Divine protection, which is not something one does when attempting to become She-Ra in the Land of Cotton Candy. So what I am saying is go ahead and curate your astral experience, including your dreams, but understand that dreams and the astral are the attempts of the Divine to teach us outside of the confines of Meatworld. For some, the use of the astral as a constant playground is not possible and thank goodness, because to use it as the TED retard suggested is to use one's night sleep like a junkie uses smack. Personally, I have avoided heroin because I don't want to learn that one the hard way, and the same is true with abusing dreams.

So You Have a Dream?

Keeping a dream diary is a good idea. Everyone dreams regardless of whether or not you remember it. My dreams are often difficult to remember, and I don't remember 90 percent of them within a few hours of waking up. So write them down, by all means. No matter what, discursive meditation is the key to getting anything out of dream analysis: that means sitting down with a single symbol, name, or impression from a dream and unpacking that item for anywhere from 5-15 uninterrupted minutes.

Don't forget practical, natural magic to fight the nasties on the etheric and astral planes: in the bedroom, place one or more symmetrical patterns. They act as demon traps on the astral plane. This is a kind of magic that has been used since time immemorial to confuse evil entities: African wedding baskets, Islamic mosaics, Amish hex signs and quilts, Native American dream catchers... all are designed with symmetrical, repeating patterns that act like Kryptonite to a demon's Superman. Furthermore, don't forget a bowl of vinegar, saltwater, or salt (or all three) at the bedside, as these scramble evil entities on the etheric plane, making them sorry they ever traipsed near your corner of the etheric. I'll make my best attempt to explain all of this crazy jazz in my upcoming book, Sacred Homemaking. In the meantime, sweet dreams.
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I am happy to read your Ogham free of charge -- that's how I hone my divination skills. I take reading requests until 8pm Central Time (Chicago Illinois USA) on Sunday night.  Please limit your reading request to four or fewer Ogham cards: though this can take many forms, here are some common ones:
 
-a single three card reading for the week or month and a one-off, one card reading
-four questions about four separate items that require one answer (card) per item
-a one card reading to answer a specific question and a three card for a more nuanced question
-Two separate readings, two cards a piece exploring the positives and negatives of two different choices
 
Though I am flattered that people want readings after the deadline, I decline reading requests made after 8pm Central Time on Sunday night without exception.
 

I am happy to do Ogham readings confidentially via email -- just email me at k steele studio at gmail during the allotted time/before deadline.

Please note I take time off during Solstices and Equinoxes for Druid stuff and because sometimes I simply need a break

My next planned break is the week of Sunday, March 24.

For a more in depth look into how I read and interpret the Ogham's symbols, please visit my website druidogham.wordpress.com.

I am currently trying to minimize my use of PayPal.  If you'd like to make a donation, I would be grateful if you did it here:

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Your prayers of blessing to the deity/deities of your choice are welcome whether or not you can donate.

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They're worried about being kissed? I'm going to go out on a limb here, but methinks their status as frustrated, desiccated harridans remains serenely unthreatened.

It's largely unknown that Prohibition and vegetarianism were the conjoined triplets of the women's suffrage movement in late Victorian America. In the era shortly before, human slavery was lumped with the evils of drinking, eating meat, and the general powerlessness of women, but once the Civil War ended in 1865, the slavery part largely fell away, leaving the other three.

Hellfire and Damned Nation

Carry (Carrie) Nation was born in Gerrard County, Kentucky, to a plantation owner in 1846. Florid stripes of mental illness ran in the family: Carry's mother frequently imagined she was Queen Victoria and forced her own family to make appointments to see her. An aunt would climb on the roof because she imagined herself to be a weathervane. A cousin crawled well into adulthood, preferring being on all fours to walking. Before reaching the age of 24, Carry married and divorced her first husband within the span of a year. The child that was the product of her first marriage was disabled. Carry blamed the child's disabilities on her husband's drinking habit. Her husband died shortly after the divorce.

Just as Carry was hitting middle age in 1900, she claimed to have a vision about going to Kiowa, Kansas. Carry claimed divine forces told her to smash up and set fire to saloons. Though drinking was not legal in Kansas, saloons and bars operated out in the open in many towns. Carry, armed with a hatchet, began a one-woman terrorist campaign of vandalizing, smashing, burning, and destroying small bars in little towns. She encouraged other women to do the same. The terrorist brigade she formed wrecked dozens of bars with their "hachetations", singing loud hymns and praying while they marauded. After being arrested over 35 times, twice-divorced Carry died alone, largely forgotten, and destitute in 1911.

Despite the vegan movement being anywhere from 70-90 percent female, the term "vegan" was coined in 1946 by Donald Watson, an English farm kid who grew up to become a vegetarian activist. Watson was also a teetotaler, and though nowhere near as psychotic in his approach as Carry Nation, he saw meat, dairy, eggs, and alcohol as damage causing toxins.

Avoiding alcohol, meat, dairy, and eggs are fine things on their own. Personally, I don't consume the latter three and my alcohol consumption is confined to a single 8 oz glass of cheap sangria once a week, and not because I am forbidding myself from having more. I like a glass of wine with a bowl of popcorn. Obviously I don't drink it to get drunk, but neither do I see it as an evil poison worthy of terrorizing a bar.

When Christianity started its long death spiral in 1844, the devils it made during the halcyon days of the Inquisition were replaced with new straw men in the form of Demon Alcohol, Demon Cigarettes, and Demon Animal Flesh. Burning witches was replaced by burning taverns. Traditionally masculine activities like drinking alcohol and eating flesh became the new foci of feminine religious fixation.

To play devil's advocate, imagine yourself as an average woman in 19th century America. You have gotten stuck with a husband who beats you and the kids every time he gets drunk (every few nights). Unlike his more functional peers, your man does not have the inheritance or the competence to keep six mouths fed. Due to what in our era would be called straight up rape, you are pregnant again with kiddo number five. No amount of housework you perform as cottage industry for other households can make up for your husband's debts. He drinks while he gambles and gambles while he drinks. Divorce is not likely, because unlike Carry Nation, you actually care about keeping your kids fed and clothed. He may be a piece of crap, but he at least keeps a roof over your head for the time being, albeit barely. One day, a friend invites you to a vegetarian potluck and Christian prayer group run out of her house. The woman's church is planning an anti-alcohol protest. You join without a second thought. You are genuinely relieved for the first time in years that other women have problems (husbands) eerily similar to yours. You've actually made friends and have a fragile sense of security for the first time since you got married.

Never mind that alcohol and meat eating aren't the real issue at hand any more than porn or video games are in the current era. Never mind that problems like yours have existed since men and women climbed out of the trees. No, if you could just circumvent your husband from obtaining alcohol or being able to gamble, you fatuously convince yourself that all of your problems would vaporize.

Externalizing Blame

Women have a bad habit of externalizing blame. Because women are trained from birth that they're not truly allowed to be angry, the anger they naturally have as human beings gets externalized into antis. Wife beating wretch of a husband? Ban alcohol. School shooter who iced a bunch of preteens? Ban guns. Black people mired in poverty because of fatherlessness? Burn down a bunch of buildings and knock down statues of white people. Women generally in a miserable state? Ban the patriarchy. Create a whipping boy. Make an effigy and pretend that burning it helps someone. I like fire just as much as the next pyromaniac, but even I know that burning down a business is an empty gesture; a bunch of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

So Many Choices and None of Them Average

Modernity is pockmarked by the unwillingness to discriminate. This reluctance is what has led down the hellish path to our current Everything Goes and Nothing Matters culture as coined by James Howard Kunstler. In Wokie Clownworld, biological men participate in girl's sports (the better to see your budding breasts in the locker room, my dear) and costume dramas routinely race swap everyone in Jane Austen's English countryside for brown people. We wouldn't want the youngsters to understand the colonization of India or to remember blacks once died horrible deaths on slave ships before being traded for rum; nah. White people are evil though because reasons.

The idea is to fake it until you make it, and this includes the fabrication of history so history can look pretty for the camera.

Speaking of looks, for the modern woman, looks are everything. She must adhere to an ever-narrower set of beauty standards that morph every five seconds. Women of this era are expected to be as malleable as they are influential. We are a legion of Mrs. Potato Heads, continually improving, never aging, and swapping out features in order to remain in fashion. It's no longer enough to be merely pretty as a young woman... nope. You had better hustle up an empire, or it's no single family home for you. Even if you have a decent man, there's likely no way he will be able to provide unless he's got one of those coveted high-paying mystery jobs because he is a Chad. Though your goal will be to make "easy" influencer cheddar, you will likely sink directly into place as a wage slave, just like your future husband. Thanks to feminism, you'll do at least eighty percent of the housework and childrearing on top of holding down a full time job in order to make ends meet. If you're thinking there aren't enough hours in the day to be this person, you are absolutely correct. We have all known this is a rigged game for years, but since we are told we can and should have it all, we believe it.

That feeling when you have to distract your daughter from the woman humping the ocean in a stripper bikini.

Humility -- Does Anybody Remember Her?

Humility is one of those old timey concepts that I remember from back in the day. I wasn't good at it and I had little to no grace when confronted with a call to embody it. I thought I was bad, but the girls of today never think for a second that being average is acceptable or doable. When you need to hustle as an influencer just to be able to afford a modest roof overhead, you start believing in a bunch of lies that a shrine to the ego is the ticket to a good life. This is how we arrive at Influencers In the Wild, a hilarious account of douchebags posing for the camera when they ought to be participating in their actual lives. I am glad I never documented the fact I have a nice butt or tried to make money off of my figure. I was vain enough to do so and my butt was not in a position to argue. The young women of today are advised to live their lives and enjoy their own nice butts without the intrusion of a camera. The term "shake your money maker" was never meant to be taken literally.

The Third Scourge: Having Children Too Late

Because I am a legit biological woman, I remember when my body wanted children. I myself have never wanted children. I have known since the age of four I did not want children, and I was paranoid enough about pregnancy to avoid it altogether until I had myself sterilized at age 31. I did not need to come to an agreement with my first and only husband (to whom I am still married) because he felt the exact same way. I may have never wanted children, but my body was prime and ripe for it from the ages of 17-21. By age 24, like most women, I had subtle and creeping reproductive maladaptations aside from the usual ones.

Most couples start trying to conceive in their mid-twenties at the absolute earliest. This is pure foolishness. The female body starts going through reproductive hell at that age. At age 30, a woman is nearly too old to reproduce and fertility rates at that age back me up. With each passing year, eggs and sperm degrade in quality. The uterus grows increasingly hostile as menopause approaches.  As far as being ready, nobody is ever financially or emotionally ready to have a child.  That is why it is better to have them young, because at least the physical robustness of youth can lend a hand even if life's circumstances cannot.  

The logical result of older people having kids is diminished kids born to adults who don't have the stamina or health to care for them. You'll never hear the powers that be -- not even governments in a panic because of their aging demographics -- encourage teen pregnancy though. That would take too much money out of the hands of fertility specialists and drug companies.

But like it or not, a mentally and/or physically handicapped child is a perpetual child. A woman who waits is far more likely to have a perpetual child who will never be an independent adult. At the moment, the creaking system is being hit by the first huge wave of autistic adults as their parents pass away. I shudder to think of what happens to the baby boom of autistic adults in thirty years. The woman's movement, if there is a such thing, should seek to legitimize young marriage and pregnancy and encourage young people to pair off and make hay while the sun shines.
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I am happy to read your Ogham free of charge -- that's how I hone my divination skills. I take reading requests until 8pm Central Time (Chicago Illinois USA) on Sunday night.  Please limit your reading request to four or fewer Ogham cards: though this can take many forms, here are some common ones:
 
-a single three card reading for the week or month and a one-off, one card reading
-four questions about four separate items that require one answer (card) per item
-a one card reading to answer a specific question and a three card for a more nuanced question
-Two separate readings, two cards a piece exploring the positives and negatives of two different choices
 
Though I am flattered that people want readings after the deadline, I decline reading requests made after 8pm Central Time on Sunday night without exception.
 

I am happy to do Ogham readings confidentially via email -- just email me at k steele studio at gmail during the allotted time/before deadline.

Please note I take time off during Solstices and Equinoxes for Druid stuff and because sometimes I simply need a break.  My next planned break is the week of Sunday, March 24.

For a more in depth look into how I read and interpret the Ogham's symbols, please visit my website druidogham.wordpress.com.

I am currently trying to minimize my use of PayPal.  If you'd like to make a donation, I would be grateful if you did it here:

http://buymeacoffee.com/kimberlysteele

Your prayers of blessing to the deity/deities of your choice are welcome whether or not you can donate.

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New podcast with Merrily Duffy of Casual Temple!

I had a fun chat -- over 1.5 hours -- with astrologer/occultist Merrily Duffy. We talked about just about everything from night terrors to the Orphic hymns.

You can listen to the podcast here: https://casualtemple.com/episodes/ep-20/

Watch it on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gERFW5aaZc4


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An estate sale. This person has (had?) some nice stuff, mainly Southwestern in theme.

The goddess of love herself, Aphrodite, does not love everyone and everything. When mated to the god Hephaestus via the will of Zeus, Aphrodite is unfaithful to her husband with one who is more her choice, Ares. Her passionate affair with the stunningly beautiful Ares serves as a welcome end to her mismatched pairing with the crippled, ugly god of blacksmiths.

The story of Aphrodite and her failed first marriage is a lesson in saying No. The legend whispers in our ear, “You don’t have time to do the things you do not love or are being coerced into loving, and furthermore, you don’t even have time to attune yourself to them.” The previous statement illustrates why it is so wrong to settle in a relationship or to marry for finances or convenience: the one who settles (let’s call her the Settler) ends up over-sensitizing herself to the wrong person in an act of bad faith. Inevitably, there is a part of the Settler that ends up hating her mate because the Settled-for can never measure up to the ideal the Settler truly desires.

How Not to Achieve Your Dream Career



When I was younger, I suffered the common delusions of both wanting it all and thinking I could have it. My truest desire as a young person was to become a famous singer-songwriter. When I finished music college, I thought that dream life would fall into my lap. Meanwhile, I worked as a music teacher in several music lesson stores while performing small venues on the weekends, hoping to be discovered. I was easily and hopelessly distracted by various shiny carrots dangled in my general direction. I contemplated going back to school for a more secure job teaching in the schools. I tried to learn about real estate. I started writing novels. I dabbled in everything but I was best at spreading myself too thin.

By far, one of my worst mistakes was getting involved with my local teacher’s association. Flattered because I was sought as an expert, I became involved as a judge in my chapter’s music tests for children ages K-12. Judge duties grew into an appointment as administrator of an exam that saw hundreds of pressure cooker music students flowing through facilities which it was my job to procure, with teachers it was my job to recruit and organize as volunteers, with tests it was my job to get printed. This extremely demanding, often 40 hour a week job (on top of my make-a-living job) was 100 percent uncompensated. To make matters worse, there were a few bad apple teachers who were used to gaming the system. Though the agreement was that by entering students, you would be donating a set amount of hours per student in volunteer time, the richest and most entitled teachers acted exactly as you would expect. They would enter two dozen or so students and then conveniently disappear on luxury vacations when it came time to volunteer for test duties. One chronic vacationer had the gall to call me and leave an angry tirade about how awful I was to expect her to honor the agreement and keep her students out of the test as she would not be there to perform any duties. How dare I spoil her jet plane vacation with her rich husband! I wasted years of my young life on these people... I had my fill. I abdicated the administrative position and quit the organization permanently. By the time I ended my stint as test administrator, I had lost the motivation and desire to perform my own music in public as a career. Perhaps it was a mercy killing: my music never appealed to an audience larger than a few souls scattered across the globe anyway. Either way, I am glad things went the way they did, but if my goal was to become a singer-songwriter, I did a lousy job of achieving that goal. I attuned myself to goals outside of singing and songwriting and was burned out of my potential vocation by my own distraction and by allowing myself to be used up by jerks.

Hypocrisy!



Back to gods: they don’t seem pleased with us humans when we pretend to be attuned to a noble cause and then proceed to show ourselves as the opposite of the ideals we preach. If mates of many years become a great deal like each other (regardless of passion or its absence) and if young music teachers become seasoned professional music teachers from spending years in the field, it follows that a self-proclaimed activist would become virtuous by the virtue of dedicating her time to activism. But what if there is no virtue in the activism? When vegans who proclaim all animals deserve mercy and then turn around with a merciless attitude towards other humans, who are only animals after all, the only force being sympathized with is arrogance. When the racial equality advocate tosses a pipe bomb into the local dollar store as her fellow advocates burn, loot, and vandalize the rest of the neighborhood, she is clearly not acting in the interests of the non-white people she claims to be championing. Non-white people were the ones shopping at Dollar General... Doing absolutely nothing is vastly preferable to acting as a hypocrite and then preening like a do-gooder. When the overbearing religious zealot tires the ears of anyone within shouting distance with his threats that you must either trust in Jesus or burn in hell, he is a great deal more like the devils in hell than he is like Jesus. Practice what you preach is the lesson. To become sympathetic to virtue, acting genuinely virtuous at every opportunity, even when these opportunities come with guaranteed pain, is the bottom line.

The Club of Stuff that Owns People: I'm Not Just a Member, I'm the President

To this day, I have a large collection of stuff I don’t use. For instance, I have all the supplies with which to make soap, but I’ve never gotten around to making soap. The supplies are about 15 years old. I have a box of old silverware that I used to use when I hosted potlucks. It has been sitting around for about five years.

Most of us have extra stuff, from food we’ll never eat in our cupboards and refrigerators to extreme cases of entire unused houses. Our stuff absolutely owns us. We become the extra pair of shoes that should have been thrown away years ago. We resemble our own motley collection of small flower pots. I am partially the flatware that sits unused in my office. Its potential usefulness to someone else and the privilege of owning it are part of my karma, that is to say, my causes and my effects. The "cause" of the silverware being accumulated is now done and its energy is inert. It sits unused in my office. It needs to move on, and whether it ends up being used for someone's meals or melted down for the steel, the sensible thing for me to do is to donate it.

What (Are You On About) Now, Kimberly Steele?

The exercise is to get rid of five items you no longer use. Certain rules apply: you have to let go of the item, no hiding it away or loaning it. It has got to go somewhere where it will be used or at least thrown out. The key to the exercise is to get rid of the item with sincere intention that it will not be replaced by something that will become equally useless. When you throw or give the item away, acknowledge it and thank it for how it helped you in your life. Send it away with your blessing.

For instance, by the end of this week, I will practice what I preach and get rid of five things.

1. I will get rid of a framed print I have had nearly 10 years -- I don't think it is lucky for me. I also have a tiny house without adequate wall space.
2. The second thing I will get rid of is the old cornmeal I have stored in my cabinet. It is years old and cornmeal does not tend to last that long.

3. The third thing I will get rid of is that goofy flatware. If I cannot sell it, I will give it away.

4. The fourth thing I will get rid of is some epoxy resin I bought to make a craft memorial for my cat Kiki when she died. When I bought it, clearly I temporarily forgot how badly I suck at crafts. I will get a proper memorial made (by someone else) and give the resin to someone who is good at crafts.

5. The fifth thing I will get rid of is my hand blender. I do not use it anywhere near enough to justify owning it, and if I ever find myself needing a hand blender, I will get another one from GoodWill.


What five things will you get rid of? How soon will you get rid of them?

Things in which I did invest
I send you away, may you be blessed
Go to a place where you’ll be found
Or circle the right way around
To freedom, rest, and rebirth
Adored by those who know your worth
As I align myself more perfectly
And strip away all that isn’t me

 

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I am happy to read your Ogham free of charge -- that's how I hone my divination skills. I take reading requests until 8pm Central Time (Chicago Illinois USA) on Sunday night.  Please limit your reading request to four or fewer Ogham cards: though this can take many forms, here are some common ones:
 
-a single three card reading for the week or month and a one-off, one card reading
-four questions about four separate items that require one answer (card) per item
-a one card reading to answer a specific question and a three card for a more nuanced question
-Two separate readings, two cards a piece exploring the positives and negatives of two different choices
 
Though I am flattered that people want readings after the deadline, I decline reading requests made after 8pm Central Time on Sunday night without exception.
 

I am happy to do Ogham readings confidentially via email -- just email me at k steele studio at gmail during the allotted time/before deadline.

Please note I take time off during Solstices and Equinoxes for Druid stuff and because sometimes I simply need a break.  My next planned break is the week of Sunday, March 24.

For a more in depth look into how I read and interpret the Ogham's symbols, please visit my website druidogham.wordpress.com.

I am currently trying to minimize my use of PayPal.  If you'd like to make a donation, I would be grateful if you did it here:

http://buymeacoffee.com/kimberlysteele

Your prayers of blessing to the deity/deities of your choice are welcome whether or not you can donate.

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American corporations are largely pyramid schemes with the intention of creating zombies in their own image.  When I was approximately twenty, I worked for the Limited, a company that put itself on the map in the late 80s via an overpriced, Third World-manufactured Henley shirt for women.  The Limited is the parent company of Victoria's Secret.  Like most corporations, it is a pyramid scheme designed to make a handful of people at the top obscenely wealthy while exploiting everyone else.  

Christianity has become monstrous in its decay.  Equinoxes die hard, and the crumbling of the Age of Pisces has barfed up communism (End Times Christianity with the serial numbers scratched off) and every other stripe of immanentizing the eschaton in its death throes.   On its way down, Christians have decided to cling to bald materialism as a life preserver.  Luxurious, palatial churches attempt to lure new recruits with bogus promises of friendship, companionship, and easy living.  Gone are the days of giving up your worldly goods out of sheer generosity to your fellow men; no, the church uses a flashier set of lures to seduce congregants and bolster its flagging numbers.  I can name several local churches with worship stage arenas that dwarf my two bedroom house.  One local church has a Starbucks-style café.  Another's (tax free) campus is so large, it is the size of a small city.  Christians have resorted to low tactics to get converts for a long time running: one local church has specialized in matching white men with what is essentially Filipino mail-order brides since the 1980s.  Christian missionaries who travel to other continents to bring food and build housing perform those duties with the expectation the fed and housed will convert.  I am no Bible scholar but I don't remember Jesus having to resort to the hard sell after performing miracles.

Capitalism Gone Wild

Christianity, Islam, and Judaism are all religions of capitalism.  All three were founded by shepherds who made a way of life of commoditizing their herds -- the root of the word capitalism means "head", as in head of cattle or sheep -- and women/females are one and the same with commoditized animals.  Though subjugation is a controversial term, to play devil's advocate, being the subject is not entirely bad.  Being cared for, loved, directed, and protected by a loving father figure is better than a chaotic free-for-all.  Compare the intact, father-dominated family of the 1950s to today's every single mother for herself/dog eat dog economy.  

Those Bronze Age protocapitalists may have thought of money as the root of all evil but it's actually greed, not money, that is terrible. Money is a figment of the imagination.  All the gold in the country won't help you on a deserted island: what will matter far more is skills you've amassed.

The true fault lies in people who chase unearned wealth and who refuse to limit their consumption once they've had a taste of abundance.  Those who go far beyond what the Orphic hymns call "necessary wealth" have always been the root of the problem, capitalist or otherwise.

LDS Glitz and Glamour

Considering its simple beginnings, Mormonism or the Church of Latter Day Saints (LDS) has come a long way.  The LDS headquarters is a 28 story building within the Mormon holy land of Salt Lake City, Utah.  LDS claims to have over 17 million members and 72,000 missionaries.  LDS is the fourth largest Christian church in the United States and claims to have seven million members there.  LDS congregations encircle the globe.

The Mormon church is fond of rewriting and covering up its own sordid history, and that is why old books by and about the LDS are priceless.   For instance, the reason Mormonism is headquartered in Utah is because entire factions of Mormons went on house-to-house killing sprees in the 1800s, and I am not just talking about the Mountain Meadows Massacre.  Mormons at the time believed that the souls of the people they killed were saved from the wickedness of worshipping a false god, and of course that meant any god outside Joseph Smith's bizarre rendition of God.  The US government banished the Mormon church to the salt flat wastes of Utah, driving them out of their Missouri and Arkansas homelands because they were an unbearable menace.  Old Books of Mormon are rife with "reasons" black people are subhuman and somehow not worthy of cohabiting heaven with the "good" Mormon people.  

LDS works because it was an early adapter of the pyramid scheme.  At the bottom are the young, breeding age men and women it sends out to comb the streets, handing out pamplets.  LDS is and always has been a numbers game: the elite at the tippy top are comfortable, middle aged men with compliant, on board wives who have given them many children.  Those men lay a bunch of directives upon the women and beta males below them, who lay a bunch of directives on youngsters to do the grunt work of hustling the street for as many new converts as possible.  Also, everyone at the bottom must tithe ten percent of whatever they earn in any capacity towards the person above them, which provides the middle aged men at the top with even more creature comforts.  LDS is not alone in this kind of scheme, which was readily adopted by the Hare Krishnas who only in the last 30 years have been banned from annoying and assaulting people at airports.  To the non-Krishna or the non-LDS, being surrounded by such people of faith feels a great deal like going to a seedy bar as a twenty-one year old girl: you may have a drink in each hand from two different guys, but you feel an awful lot like raw meat being dangled over a pool of piranhas.  The feeding frenzy of the LDS or Krishna has to do with astral pyramids however they may be abusing the etheric.  There is always the claim they want you to rule alongside them when the dirty truth is they are looking for more slaves.

Those Slimy MLMs

MLM stands for Multi-Level Marketing.  Multi-Level Marketing or Direct Marketing is a "business" model that requires suspension of disbelief that the bottom of the pyramid can be as rich as the middle or the top that is preying upon it.  Arbonne, Amway, Kindermusik, Young Living, Herbalife, Vorwerk, Tupperware, and Mary Kay are among the most famous  MLMs.  If MLMs can be summed up in one word, it is "misleading".  Even the moniker "Direct Marketing" is a lie.  MLMs do not exist to sell product directly to consumers.  Young Living purports to sell essential oils but anyone who has ever dealt with the company knows that the oils are indistinguishable from what is available at the health food store for a tiny fraction of the cost.  The point of Young Living is to enrich Gary Young, snake oil fraudster extraordinaire.  Herbalife's poisons enrich Mark Hughes's successors while perpetuating the septic myth that a pill can magically erase genetics, laziness, and etheric starvation.  The primary purpose of any MLM is to enrich a handful of founders at the top via the exploitation of downlines.  Downlines are the human resources who fork over their energy, money, and the wealth of their families and friends in order to maintain the illusion they will get rich quickly with a minimum of work.  

MLMs primarily target women.  Women make up over 60 percent of the downlines of MLMs.  Young men join the armed forces in hopes of finding the initiatory rites of manhood only to realize they will be ridden hard and forgotten on the sidewalk.  MLMs recruit the fairer set with false promises sisterhood and financial independence and crap them out on the other side poorer, sadder, angrier, and lonelier than before. 

The fabled MLM "hun" is an officious, annoying, and thirsty saleswoman who will sink to any low in order to climb her MLM's pyramid of so-called business opportunity.  MLM huns are infamous for selling out their co-workers, friends, family, and even their children to chase the mirage of cheddar promised by the huns directly above them.  To the MLM hun, you are not a person, let alone a friend.  You are a SALE.  You are a means to an end.  The better an MLM hun is at recruiting believers, the more unearned wealth she will enjoy.  A particularly bitter atheist meme states "God is an MLM hun".  

Retail is Debased

Back to when I was exploring the limits of the Limited: Medieval serfdom would have been less degrading than what I did in that store.  When a company refuses to pay its workers anything close to a living wage, it depends on an emotional construct of soap operas in order to get people to work there.  At the Limited and other retail slave jobs, we were rewarded based on our willingness to be complaint suck-ups to management.  I was hilariously expected to buy a $300 suit every six months on an $8 an hour salary, and the suit was technically discounted. Managers made a princely $14 per hour, ostensibly because they wore the suits which were of course sewn by slave laborers in India, Pakistan, and China.  In other words, just like MLMs, the workers were the primary consumers of the overpriced products, and selling the products were not the point of the company's existence.  During my trials at the Limited, I earned a tiny commission based upon how much money I got random customers to spend on their credit cards.  I was also expected to sell the Limited's own credit card.  The whole point was to get people to spend money they did not have on products they did not need.  Just like an MLM hun, I was expected to believe in the crappy products and to get other women to believe in them too.  I was supposed to look great in my Third World-made suit and to convince other women to buy the suit so they could look like me.  The trouble in my case is I am a short, dark woman and despite my body being as slim as it would ever be at age 19, I looked too much like the enslaved women working sewing machines in Zhejiang Province and not enough like the bulimic glamazons on the Limited's sale posters.  No aspiring Boss Babe wants to be reminded of the Asian girl sewing her clothes.  

After the Limited and my other retail jobs, I tried temping.  Almost every temp job I had was at an insurance company, though jobs at other places were eerily similar in vibe.  Once again, I labored among masses of underpaid women with whom I was expected to be "sisters".  Once again, our work and emotional labor was siphoned upwards towards the faceless top-tier who were too good (and too busy golfing) to hang out with the likes of us.  Once again, I sold a racket that I did not genuinely believe in and I was rewarded for numb compliance.  There are reasons I choose to this day to make my own modest living without health insurance while driving a seventeen year old car and living in a down-at-the-heels suburbs with low property taxes.  I would rather directly invoke my Japanese ancestors and ritually disembowel myself with a sharp knife than to subsist in the Office Space film's dystopia, where every day is the worst day of my life.  I will not pretend to be happy and I will not take antidepressants.  I have tried that road and seppuku/harakiri is infinitely more appealing.  At least Japanese ritual suicide is quick.

Schemes Seeking Legitimacy: And Others That Don't Bother

Astral pyramids are seductive.  The larger a pyramid becomes, the greater its astral gravity because "everyone is doing it".  The ambition of Christian churches, MLMs, and American corporations like the ones I worked for before jumping off into a bohemian life of independent music teaching, is to grow.  Capitalist to their core, the founders of these institutions know their motives to be corrupt and built upon a foundation of lies, but they likely never cared.  Nevertheless, the pyramid must grow in order to gain the illusion of legitimacy.  In all cases, there is the notion that if the whole world can be converted or coerced into membership in the Pyramid, the Awakening will come and the Savior will arrive.  The Savior will forgive the wholesale destruction and vile grifting it took to achieve the unified state.  The game will be finished and will turn over to a new start.  For the MLM hun, this turnover is the achievement of a luxurious lifestyle where her downline's work provides millions if not billions of dollars. The MLM hun's dream is to wake up in her perfect McMansion where her butler serves her breakfast in bed.  Her agenda is to skip out for a day at the pricey spa and to gorge herself on shopping for status brands.  In the case of the wannabe LDS leader, the McMansion is the same but the breakfast is served by one of his pregnant wives.  He is more into golf at the country club than spa treatments and shopping but they live in the same neighborhood.  

This brings us to the founder of the Limited company I used to work for, philantropath Les Wexner.  Lex Wexner is an alleged child trafficker who hung out with Epstein.  Rumor has it that Wexner acquired young girls for Epstein.  Some of these unfortunate "models" may still reside in Epstein's human breeding farms, albeit as skeletons or ashes now that the operation has been moved out of Epstein's hands.  For Wexner, the luxury McMansion lifestyle was not nearly enough.  Like his pal Jeffrey, he seems to have required the blood and tears of children in order to get his rocks off.  

That's the thing about unearned utopias: they seem great until you get there and actually live the dream.  Having a selection of a hundred ice creams in a refrigerator that costs more than the payoff on Kimberly Steele's mortgage isn't so great when you are old and hated.  Your waistline and cholesterol count cannot withstand the abuse and your intestines will likely rebel against the lactose.  A treat without honest work that went before it becomes just another drug to get through the day without collapsing.

Rise of the NPC

Almost all American businesses have adapted the LDS/MLM model: a pyramid scheme that sells primarily to its own workers before the customer ever arrives and whose wealth is concentrated at the top at the direct expense of the bottom.  Growth is dependent upon tricking the bottom into believing they can get to the top if only they trade their morals and their decency, and eventually their pride.  This form of predatory capitalism is the religion of the cannibal: eat your family and eventually your own feet and legs in order to save your own head.  Compliance is the meat that feeds the cannibal's mouth.  Kids nowadays suckle on the digital breast from infancy: the better to indoctrinate you with, my dear.  

The NPC or Non-Player Character is a controversial name for a person who has no internal dialogue.  In my occultist's vernacular, it is a person who has lost all meaningful contact with his or her higher self.  The NPC is gullible, programmable, and compliant.  The NPC is the LDS brother or sister sent to proselytize on behalf of Mormon elders.  She is the MLM hun.  She is me at age 19, working in retail and later, cold-calling strangers in order to sell jet vacations.  He is the dupe that allowed himself to be tricked into taking the unsafe and ineffective vaccines.  

The NPC has key characteristics.  The first is the willingness to believe in a lie.  NPCs are the reason why atheists often criticize religion as being the opiate of the masses.  Deep down, the MLM hun knows her business opportunity is a fraud.  The LDS brother knows at the soul level that it isn't right to attempt to barge into someone's house and that no amount of smiles or reassurance can excuse invading someone's privacy to tell them about a God no human can possibly fully understand.  The average Christian has a sense of praying for someone who never asked to be slimy and threatening.  It may be buried deep under rock hard formations of cognitive dissonance, but the knowledge is there.  Minding their own business does occur to them in the deep subconscious; they lack the motivation or will to uncover it, and that's why we call the pursuit of hidden knowledge "occultism", because it uncovers that which hides and is not obvious.  For the NPC, visions of mountains of unearned wealth, flying around in jets, and lounging by the McMansion pool covers any vestiges of morality and decency they wish to leave underground.  Any selflessness tends to take the form of wanting to provide one's children, spouse, or loved ones with a cushy, materialist lifestyle, always failing to understand that lifestyle's propensity for creating a Wendigo.

FTS: False Transcendence Syndrome

Another key trait of the NPC is false transcendence.  Americans especially love false transcendence, which is the practice of pretending you've got it all together via a surface glamour of looking great and having money when your life is actually a hot, red mess.  The MLM hun is expected to fake it until she makes it: she is expected to go into credit card debt if necessary to finance purchases of MLM inventory or product.  The LDS brother is expected to smile and pretend that his relationship with the Mormon version of Jesus has brought peace to his saved soul.  The retail employee is expected to claim she is happy with the landfill-destined junk her employer coerced her into buying on her lousy pay.  The people who got the MRNA vaccines are expected to cover up any complications they suffered.  If people around them died mysteriously close to the time they were injected, they are told to ignore the vaccines as a possible cause.  In order to survive in the NPC dogpile, you must accept the programming. 

NPCs are routinely told they are in charge, that they are indies, innovators, and entrepreneurs.  This is a lie.  The NPC only becomes an NPC because he or she is too weak or afraid to stand on her own two feet.  In order to be an entrepreneur, you must be unwilling to answer to a superior who directs your energy.  Christianity and other monotheist faiths have a superior in their single God, and that would be fine and good if Christianity's pyramids served God and God alone and not some greedy human with a McMansion.  In MLMs, the hun is a customer first and an entrepreneur dead last.  In order to be an entrepreneur, you must create your own business and take the leading role in it; in other words, you must form your own astral pyramid.  Unlike pyramid schemes, astral pyramids can be benevolent if you choose to make them so.  In any prefabricated system, the NPC joins someone else's astral pyramid and it is highly likely you they are at the bottom of that pyramid.  In the case of religion, when the Divine becomes a cookie cutter, mouse-find-cheese, copy-paste of what someone else experienced, the NPC dwells somewhere near the bottom.  The NPC lacks a dialogue with his or her higher self because he awaits the orders of his superiors, or at very least some dogmatic creed, to tell him what is supposed to happen.  If that scripture tells him to take up the cross and be poor or to undergo the trials of Job, he is likely not to listen as it interferes with his golf and McMansion fantasy of heaven on Earth.  

NPCs are addicted to virtue signaling because they tend to go insane when their vision of golf/spa McMansion utopia is threatened by someone with a working conscience.  The NPC's vision of personal utopia is lightly overwritten with cherry picked bon mots from Scripture or affirmative folk sayings.  The dialogue with "God" is shoehorned into whatever the NPC's handlers tell him to say.  God is reshaped into a thing that provides the basest of material desires.  In the case of televangelists Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker, the Christian god was reworked to be the builder of several luxury compounds where Tammy housed her amazing shoe collection and Jim was sexually serviced by all manner of women and men.  

You know me by now: saying I am reliable is a euphemistic way of saying I am PREDICTABLE.  I am not going to suggest anyone who hates NPCs, LDS, MLMs, or the capitalist mindset that gave rise to them in the first place to go around fighting or "raising awareness" about those things.  I am going to once again (yawn!) suggest that if you despise a thing, ignore it and build your own thing until your strength naturally overcomes the thing you despise.  I despise MLMs, so I will never recommend one and you certainly won't see me buying their products or becoming a rep.  Instead, if I want a Pampered Chef can opener -- that particular MLM actually makes a quality can opener -- I will quietly buy one used on eBay.   If you hate the corporation you work for, it is never to late to develop a workaround or a side gig.  As far as eschewing unearned wealth, it takes some meditation but anyone can do it.  You can act like Jesus right now, wishing blessings upon others even if you are too powerless to perform miracles.  It's simple: mind your own business and do your own thing.  

 

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This is Black Pink. They bore me.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Pop music of any sort these days is more about looking cute than how the artists actually sound, and therein lies the rub. I am OH SO VERY TIRED of the "looks trump sound" proliferation of musical styles. Can we please be done with this kind of trashy cacomusic? Or at least can we be done with obsessing over it? Apparently not. Clearly I disregard my own reputation and popularity because I am going to be the first to say it: K-pop sucks.

A Pale Imitation: Literally

K-Pop, J-Pop, and their Chinese equivalents suck because American popular music sucks to begin with and adding an Asian flavor to garbage results in... drumroll please... Asian-flavored garbage. K-Pop trends always seem to lag about a decade behind the American pop trends they slavishly imitate. When K-Pop was young in the 2000s, it was largely an imitation of the Backstreet Boys and N'Sync. In other words, the groups emanated the vibe of what was trendy in the US about 10 years earlier. By 2010, K-Pop began its love affair with Britney Spears, producing come-hither schoolgirls by the gross. In 2020 to the current day, a hefty amount K-Pop looks like a lite version of US hiphop circa 2010, Travis Scott, Drake, Nicky Minaj, a dash of Black Eyed Peas with a smidge of Beyoncé, also now in her decline. This is all fine and good and I'm not complaining about it -- there is nothing new under the sun and copyright Karens need to go back to hiding under rocks; we all see through their petty greed. It's just a bit uncanny how directly imitative K-Pop has always been, and how it reliably apes the bilge spat out by California music execs of a decade ago.  

As I mentioned, K-Pop's current cringey fixation is hip-hop. It is the absolute worst when conformist copycats try to be edgy. American hip-hop is mostly tripe at any rate, but when some post-teen, tormented trainee tries to be their manager's focus group version of "edgy", it winds up about as edgy as a thirteen year old who has stolen her mom's credit card to buy an oversized holiday-themed Stanley cup at the mall. It's not bold so much as it is sad. Even I know that a K-Pop trainee's life is a death march of conformity in body and mind. Trainees are not allowed to have public boyfriends or girlfriends because that would spoil the fantasy. They are expected to conform to impossible beauty standards. Once they age out, they are DONE. They are not allowed to eat... much. A particularly psychotic regime K-Pop idols are known for inflicting upon themselves is called the IU diet. The IU diet, named after a blandly anorexic-looking K-Pop star, involves eating an apple for breakfast and a small portion of brown rice and sweet potato for dinner. That's it. One is supposed to subsist on these two quasi-meals and no other beverages save water until the weight melts off. Plastic surgery is de rigueur for K-Pop idols, whether male or female, at an obscenely young age. By the time they are twenty, every one of them is expected to shave down their jaws, raise the bridge of their Asian nose, and turn their eyes from monolid to double lid. Another fun beauty standard K-Pop's darlings are expected to endure is pale skin. The fixation with white skin happens reliably all over the world except the US and Europe, where most white people still equate being tan with status. We always want what we don't have.

Back to the music, if you can call it that. Conformity isn't just a looks thing in K-Pop music. The whole sound is conformist. Like the Western pop trash it imitates, there is no improvisation or spontanaeity in the tightly choreographed group dances or lip-synched cameos. Keep in mind Western art music (what we plebes call Classical) is dead precisely because it is all rote repetition of old masters and no innovation/improvisation. Classical music is a museum for the worship of the dead. Western pop has gotten somewhat of a revival as internet fans do interpretative covers of famous tunes, but if that music is rarely changed in any significant or meaningful way, it may end up dying the same death as Classical a hundred years down the road.


This is the AI-generated K-Pop group MAVE.  There is no discernible difference between MAVE and live action trainee bands.  To think that all of those girls and boys are getting surgery and starving only to be replaced by zeros and ones!

 

When I watch what little K-Pop I can stand -- sometimes I turn off the sound because it is annoying and shrill and plays a distant second fiddle to the visuals anyways -- I feel like I am watching an army of marching zombies, and not the fun kind featured in Michael Jackson's Thriller video. Every video looks and sounds the same, choreographed down to the last miserable inch. I guess K-Pop is fun if you are into fashion, because mostly it is a bunch of people who look like plastic mannequins prancing across rapidly changing, vaguely controversial sets while striking vaguely controversial poses. There is one popular style of K-Pop video where some random K-Pop girl with a generic clothes hanger body stalks about as the outfits change every two or three seconds. Whether male or female, it's always the same slightly pissed off, arrogant, cooler-than-thou grimace under a ton of expertly-applied makeup. In this day and age, of course it begs the question why such perfect people cannot be made by tapping the figments of a computer's imagination: AI. That has already happened, and it is a K-Pop band called Eternity. None of the members of the group actually exist. This is a nice development for the grotesque, middle aged producer sleazebags who create K-Pop: there are no trainees to audition, no mouths to feed, no hotels to book, plastic surgery is instant, and best of all, the "stars" are ageless, hence the name Eternity. In its way, Eternity is a far more honest and direct way for middle aged producer sleazebags to connect with the legions of young girls they want to fleece of their parents' money: via a hologram.  The caveat for the middle-aged producer sleazebags arrives belatedly when they realize there are no actual young people to groom, molest, and destroy, which makes me think the AI idol trend may not take off after all.
 


This makeup took a minimum of 1.5 hours, guaranteed, and we aren't even talking hair or skincare regimen.

The Men

I was looking at my husband in Home Depot while he leaned over a chunk of drywall he was measuring, his big shoulders stretching as his arms opened to wield his tape measure. There is something special about a man who can fix an build things. Fixing and building things is something I am OK but not great at. I admire people, especially guys, who have fixing and building as part of their masculine package. The same big shoulders just aren't exciting on the K-Pop guy who likely spends most of his time getting made up in the mirror before executing his prefab, robotic dance routines when he isn't incapacitated with anesthesia for his latest surgical tweak. Far sexier is the guy who spends a grand total of five minutes in front of a mirror (just enough to wash his face, smooth his hair, and make sure he hasn't grown a second nose or a third ear) before going off to do actual work. The truly sexy man isn't excessively self-conscious about his appearance. In the antique world where I come from, looking pretty is mostly a girl thing. If you want to be a pretty boy, that's fine and good, but you should expect some attention from the gays along with twelve year old girls as your demographic is feminine in one way or another. I prefer a man who is un-enthralled with his looks because they distract from things like working hard, rescuing people and animals in distress, and building stuff. Give me that plain dude any day over the preening eunuchs with guyliner and nightly face routines that cost more than my mortgage, plus the creepy, middle aged, Yakuza-looking producer who is always hanging about because AI phantasms do not give good head.

That Said...

If you love K-Pop, holy hell, YOU DO YOU. It's not my cup of tea but I won't stop anyone from loving it, and if you love it, please go ahead and enjoy my unconsumed share with every blessing.  I will shut up now... go enjoy your saccharine, semi-musical, Asian entertainment confections with glee.  

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I am happy to read your Ogham free of charge -- that's how I hone my divination skills. I take reading requests until 8pm Central Time (Chicago Illinois USA) on Sunday night.  Please limit your reading request to four or fewer Ogham cards: though this can take many forms, here are some common ones:
 
-a single three card reading for the week or month and a one-off, one card reading
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-a one card reading to answer a specific question and a three card for a more nuanced question
-Two separate readings, two cards a piece exploring the positives and negatives of two different choices
 
Though I am flattered that people want readings after the deadline, I decline reading requests made after 8pm Central Time on Sunday night without exception.
 

I am happy to do Ogham readings confidentially via email -- just email me at k steele studio at gmail during the allotted time/before deadline.

Please note I take time off during Solstices and Equinoxes for Druid stuff and because sometimes I simply need a break.  My next planned break is the week of Sunday, March 24.

For a more in depth look into how I read and interpret the Ogham's symbols, please visit my website druidogham.wordpress.com.

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One of the traits of the Age of Pisces (the Equinox I believe we are in right now that is giving way to the Age of Aquarius) is the pathological need to declare the imminent arrival of the Rapture, which is supposed to take the form of an epic cleansing and/or a universal improvement in consciousness. For Christians, this fallacious line of thinking is expressed in belief in an actual Rapture. For New Age types, it is a Great Awakening during which a golden age will dawn and the "ignorant" -- a.k.a. anyone who is disagreement -- will be swept away in a tsunami of rainbows and unicorn farts. For atheists, hope rides with luxury communism and Universal Basic Income. The forced institution of commie UBI promises that soon-to-be sterile, formerly middle class plebes will be permanently kept under thumb in voluntary, walkable pod prisons. They will eternally eat ze bugs and dream of flying cars that never materialize in between marathons of drug-fueled masturbation and video games... Yippee!

Noah and Klaus are advised to retreat to their underground bunkers NOW. I encourage them to keep detailed journals so future scientists can study their excruciating deaths by etheric starvation. When their ancient, emaciated yet bloated bodies are found, samples of tissues will reveal a treasure trove of information about how awful death can be despite a near perfect diet of the best preserved food and lots of high-tech simulators and massage chairs in every basement room. Live like a mole, die like a mole. As for the rest of us, we will take our chances with the real sun and its cancer-causing rays, operating under the grim acknowledgement that none of us gets out of here alive.

I have said it before and I will say it again: Meatworld sucks. Nevertheless, you and I were not entirely reluctant in our choice to be here, as is self-evident despite Meatworld being an illusion.

A hundred years ago, people were still able to see ghosts and spirits regularly. I have a small book collection on people who recall interacting with fairies from the years 500 to 1900AD. I believe if we could go back a couple thousand years and live as a human being of that era, seeing monsters, ghosts, and fairies would be an everyday occurrence. My guess is that Beowulf, including all accounts of the monster Grendel, was closer to news reporting than fiction in its day. Even further back in time to ancient Egypt, I think it is highly likely that witnessing pyramids being put together via a combination of slave labor and levitation would not have been a big deal.

What Happened? The Dark Age of the Soul

We are living through the worst part of what some call the Kali Yuga, an age of spiritual retardation that was dreaded when it was foreseen by the Incas and loathed and feared by the prophet Nostradamus. Via sheer fate and our collective choices, the human race has descended to the rock bottom of an abyss of spiritual ignorance. We are living through a Dark Age of the Soul. In the West, monotheism narrowed the already ailing connection with the Divine, reducing it to a dogmatic set of rote repetitions based on what used to work. Like Hollywood sequels nobody asked for or wanted, monotheism continues to double and triple down on dysfunctional routines. In the East, the combination of Marxism and Confucian conformity reliably produces hideous manifestations of slavery and capitalist excess. Though most of the East's depravities have been blamed on Western devils, absolutely none of it happens without the consensual copycatting of Western greed. Ghost cities, clear cut Indonesian (former) rainforests, and florescent blue rivers do not happen without permission and participation.

The usual strategy for battling the world's evils, if you can call it a strategy, is to wallow in outrage about what was done by that guy over there. Karen can wave her finger until it falls off and it's never going to do jack until Karen looks at her own life and decides to be the change she pretends to want to see in the world. There is a more subtle approach that works better than outrage. As you can imagine, the subtle road is often avoided because it requires nuance. This road entails discovering the hidden goodness of the Kali Yuga and amplifying that goodness until it is powerful enough to transform the midnight of the soul into morning.

Insensitivity

The commonest disease of the modern age is etheric starvation and the commonest birth defect is spiritual retardation. We cannot see, hear, or properly feel the non-embodied entities known generally as spirits and we are almost hopelessly ignorant about the astral plane. When we are still children, some of us are occacionally clairaudient or clairvoyant. Some of us (not me) remembered their past lives as young children. Many of us play with imaginary friends, which by the way are real beings without flesh bodies. By the time we are out of diapers, most of us are taught to be good little atheists in one way or another. We are instructed to dismiss our childhood conversations with non-embodied beings as fantasy or worse, we are condemned if we don't say the being was Allah or Jesus himself. Adding punishment to pre-existing spiritual retardation is like beating the prisoner for peeing in the corner because he had no toilet. Many people raised in this thoroughly modern manner take on spiritual damage for life, abandoning the pursuit of the higher self from cradle to grave: this is what often happens to drug addicts and alcoholics. A more obnoxious variation on the theme are the ones who are convinced there is a single way to connect with the only God and all the rest is Satan. That said, monotheism isn't all garbage and sometimes serves its original intention -- to connect the seeker with his Creator. Communism has been known to produce spiritual people in spite of itself. Beautiful flowers bloom in abandoned asphalt wastelands... they're called "weeds" and they are very hardy.

The average spiritual condition of someone born in our time, especially when compared to the spiritual condition of someone from long ago, is akin to a non-physical form of leprosy. Leprosy is a deteriorating condition of not being able to feel what happens to your Meatworld body even if your limbs rot and your nose falls off your face. The pain one feels as a leper is random an unrelated to the states of emergency happening to various organs and body parts. Unlike the Meatworld leper, the spiritual leper cannot end her own suffering by opening her wrists and going for a stumpy jog. The spiritual body is eternal and prevents temporary Meatworld solutions.

I tried to explain to someone on my neglected White Witch of the Prairie channel on TikTok why cursing others is dumb despite it feeling good. I said it was like thinking you are playing Catch when you are actually playing Dodgeball: all that bad energy you throw will be met by a sea of vicious, famished beings who immediately perk up and say "The girl who threw THAT smells TASTY."

Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

I say this all the time but if you don't have a daily, working prayer relationship with at least one deity, a daily banishing ritual, regular discursive meditation, and daily divination on your side, you are most likely a sitting duck for veritable legions of malevolent entities. You are their ticket to ride, you are their free lunch, and they will happily go after your family if you'll only give them a way in.

Speaking of prayer, I recently saw a person on Facebook asking for prayer warriors to help her through her latest bit of self-caused drama. First of all, prayer is not war. Those who use the term "prayer warrior" in a serious context are the same as kung fu amateurs who hang around in bars looking for someone to fight. Prayer is not defense; if it was, those who prayed would not need to lock their doors or own guns. Prayer is encouragement and advice from beings who are older, smarter, wiser, and better than us. If you largely create your own messes and messes for others who are drawn into your drama, prayer is counterproductive. When "prayer" is really just begging for more enablement from mysterious forces, it is worse than a waste of time. The lady who asked for prayer warriors is constantly begging not to learn the lessons that have been in front of her face this whole time. I steer clear of asking gods to help her avoid slipping under the covers of the bed she made.

Another bon mot you'll hear me dish like a broken record is the practice of thanking items and spaces compulsively and then patiently listening with one's mind's ear for a quiet, barely discernible "You're welcome". The Clean Toilet Challenge is forever, if you hadn't guessed. Though I maintain a spotless commode in careful hopes of one day having an empire of earned wealth, it is primarily a practice of daily humility and deep appreciation of the convenience of indoor plumbing.

The Ecosystem: You Were Never Alone and You'll Never Be Alone

It is my belief that despite spiritual leprosy, we all have our own spiritual ecosystem before birth and well after death. While incarcerated in the Meatworld illusion, we can talk to all of our selves, including our higher selves, along with a panoply of non-embodied beings. Here is a partial list of beings who are around any given person on any given day:

-Ancestors
-Ghosts of the recently dead
-Spirits of place
-Spirits of objects
-Animals who astrally project
-Ghosts of dead animals
-Angels
-Demons
-Egregores
-Fantasy versions of the self
-Fairies
-Random things wandering around the astral

There is nothing unusual about conversion with these beings; or at least there didn't used to be anything unusual about it. To be schizophrenic is to have a generally toxic ecosystem where you have the conversations aloud. Demonic obsession is when the ecosystem is trashed and opportunistic, malevolent entities have moved in to feed off the energy produced like parasites. Demonic possession occurs when the soul inhabiting the body is so weak, the body itself can be automated by demons.

If you've ever talked to yourself, you have probably talked to a non-embodied being. It isn't a big deal. Everyone does it. The trick isn't in talking to entities but in knowing:

1. If it is your own voice or someone else's
2. Knowing who you are talking to

Beings can and will impersonate others: that's why the idiots who run seances or use Ouija boards who think they've channeled Elvis or Napoleon can almost guarantee they've laid out an energy buffet table for random, opportunistic demons wandering the lower astral. I call this kind of entity an Impersonator and they are freaking awful. Inviting them into a seance or a Ouija session is like going to a party dressed in a string bikini, taking a couple of roofies, and expecting to remain a virgin by the next morning.

Discursive meditation, divination, and meaningful, non-combative prayer are the only ways I know of getting anywhere the truth of who's who where non-embodied entities are concerned. If you know of any others, by all means, please share them.


Gardens are Holy

 
The cultivated spiritual ecosystem is much like a garden coaxed out of wasteland. Careful and deliberate, its variety invites benevolent pollinators and repels pests. It works to improve what was good about the land that was already there.
 
When death happens, there are choices to be made. If you see Meatworld as the end all and be all as many atheists and self-labeled faithful do, then you remain unaware of the larger spectrum of reality. Meatworld is the calcified extension of the spiritual plane, and being in it for periods of fleshy incarnation is something Dion Fortune likens to being asleep to the higher planes. To die is to awaken an to return to the true home beyond the Gates of Death. It is only when we die that we can awaken to reality out of the Meatworld illusion and get a more unfettered access to the Divine. Occultists spend their Meatworld lives cultivating the connection. The classic occult path is to spend time in prayer an contemplation hoping for Divine help broken with a ton of "chop wood, carry water" diligence in Meatworld. The ecosystem of the occultist ideally starts as trashy parking lot and ends as well-tended Paradise on Earth. Of course materialists and atheists fail to understand why we would rip down the abandoned shopping center only to transmogrify it into a woodland path terminating in a statue of Athena. They only understand once they have left the mall and its fever dreams of looking cute and gorging on salty snacks. (I too love salty snacks but at some point, you've got to eat something naturally green, pink, purple, or orange or you will have a bad time.) For anything new to be born, the old must die an fade away. We have reached peak parking lot, I think, and that's why we are witnessing a slow and undramatic re-sensitization to the spirit world. If a half-blind, former atheist can see the light, I believe anyone can.
 
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I am happy to read your Ogham free of charge -- that's how I hone my divination skills. I take reading requests until 8pm Central Time (Chicago Illinois USA) on Sunday night.  Please limit your reading request to four or fewer Ogham cards: though this can take many forms, here are some common ones:
 
-a single three card reading for the week or month and a one-off, one card reading
-four questions about four separate items that require one answer (card) per item
-a one card reading to answer a specific question and a three card for a more nuanced question
-Two separate readings, two cards a piece exploring the positives and negatives of two different choices
 
Though I am flattered that people want readings after the deadline, I decline reading requests made after 8pm Central Time on Sunday night without exception.
 

I am happy to do Ogham readings confidentially via email -- just email me at k steele studio at gmail during the allotted time/before deadline.

Please note I take time off during Solstices and Equinoxes for Druid stuff and because sometimes I simply need a break.  My next planned break is the week of Sunday, March 24.

For a more in depth look into how I read and interpret the Ogham's symbols, please visit my website druidogham.wordpress.com.

I am currently trying to minimize my use of PayPal.  If you'd like to make a donation, I would be grateful if you did it here:

http://buymeacoffee.com/kimberlysteele

Your prayers of blessing to the deity/deities of your choice are welcome whether or not you can donate.

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As I have mentioned, I believe we are seeing the demise of wokeness and its demotion to cringe status.  Woke, which reigned supreme from approximately 2014 - 2023, took a nosedive when average people realized they could fight it by not allowing it to have their money.  Bud Light may recover from becoming a laughingstock, Target may nix its Satan-worshipping designers, and boys’ bathrooms may still have tampons (at least in Illinois), but it is clear that wokeness is going the way of the Tide Pod challenge and Tamagotchis.  Follow stupid trends, win stupid prizes, including death.  Woke has claimed its fair share of victims in its short rule, whether it was via the genital mutilations commonly known as bottom surgeries or the now-extinct careers of pop stars who virtue signaled one too many times.  

 

Now that the fever is ebbing, I think it is time we started walking things back.  

 

Language: Words We Were Not Allowed to Say

 

One way the Woke tried to cow the masses to their toxic astral pyramids was by commandeering language.  I will never forget when a vegan former friend tried to rain hellfire and brimstone on me for defending the word ritardando as it is used in music.  First of all, ritardando is not an English word.  Like many music terms, it is Italian.  Ritardando or (clutches pearls) ritard for short means to slow down the tempo or beats per minute.  The opposite of this term is accelerando, which of course means to speed up the tempo of beats per minute.   She actually tried to get me to stop using the word ritard in a strictly musical context!  Now look what she's done...

 

I think it is time to bring back the term “retarded”.  Retard is not malicious.  Like its musical counterpart, it means to slow down.  When a person is retarded, it does not peg them with a diagnosis; it only means that they learn slower than the general pool of people surrounding them.  For instance, I am retarded when it comes to learning how to dance.  I become easily confused when trying to put simple dance steps together in a series and I don’t move my torso, legs, or hips as easily as I move my fingertips and wrists.  I don’t even take issue with being called a retard; because each of us is special in our own way.  Do you see what I did there?  The facts on the ground are that WE ARE ALL RETARDS.  He or she who is not retarded should cast the first slur.

 

Also, I usually try to be more polite these days, but if I’m feeling crabby, I may just openly mock someone who wants me to use pronouns.  The whole pronoun thing pisses me off — the English language is hard enough without adding an additional layer of fantasy claptrap to confuse ESL learners, the elderly, and the kindhearted.  Any person who defines their pronouns and expects me to adjust my speech will heretofore be addressed as “it”, as in “It puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.”  

 

I will no longer recognize the term “people of color” as a sensible utterance and will correct the person by saying “Oh, you mean non-white people?  How do you know their DNA by looking at them?”  Back in the civil rights era, the word “colored” was actually quite vicious and used to segregate the non-white people to the back of the bus and a special, separate drinking fountain or bathroom.   Person of color is just another word for colored and its use is disgusting; most times there is the clandestine hope that white people will be forced to the back of the bus or shamed as revenge.  As someone who often passes for white, I enjoy informing racists who presume I am white that I am exactly as white as Barack Obama.  

 

Oppression

 

If you want to send a wokester into a tailspin, ask them which side of the Israel/Palestine divide they are on and how they reconcile the atrocities.  No matter what side they are on, they are going to be confronted with the Jewish question and torn apart by trying to be two things at once.  Jewish Americans were the OG wokesters, and their money funded the media that put Woke on the map in the first place.  Nobody does white guilt better than the Jewish, amirite?  Wokesters tend to find out the hard way that money is super-important and that they don’t get along too well without it, just ask all those Ivy League graduates who are blacklisted from cushy positions in big companies because they went militant pro-Palestine last year.  

 

As ugly as it may get, I am going to start calling wokesters sexists and racists and call ‘em as I see ‘em.  Racism against white people is still racism and I am tired of it.  Another thing they don’t get to do anymore is to pretend that anti-white racism is nastier than anti-black or anti-Asian racism.  Nobody gets a free pass because they hate whitey instead of blackie, Apu, or Charlie Chan.  As someone who is half-white and half-Asian, I know what anti-white and anti-Asian racism looks like from up close.  I have even been discriminated against because I was too yellow for the white people and too white for the yellow people.  You seriously cannot win, even if you have an extremely heterozygous genetic makeup, so don’t bother playing.

 

 

I am not great at telling jokes, but I think it is time we started poking fun at each other again.  I don’t care if non-black people (though once again, how do I know their DNA?) use the N-word.  I hate that word, so I am not going to use it, but you do you. I have no problem with the lampooning of either of my races — white and yellow.  I am fine if someone wants to chuckle about Japanese kamikazes or inbred Pennsylvania crackers right in front of me.  It’s time to recognize the humor in The Jerk — Steve Martin’s opening line is “I was born a poor black child” and it is hysterically funny.  If you can get through the Thousand Miles Latrell scene of 2004’s White Chicks without so much as cracking a smile, I salute you, because I cannot do it.  It’s time to make Lisa Lampanelli great again. 

 

Those who cannot take it should not dish it, and the Woke have been serving us all unwanted helpings for a decade.  Want control?  Do Kegels.  Oppressed?  Grow up.  Offended?  Too bad.  As Candace Owens wisely said, “Life is tough, get a helmet”.  

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I am happy to read your Ogham free of charge -- that's how I hone my divination skills. I take reading requests until 8pm Central Time (Chicago Illinois USA) on Sunday night.  Please limit your reading request to four or fewer Ogham cards: though this can take many forms, here are some common ones:
 
-a single three card reading for the week or month and a one-off, one card reading
-four questions about four separate items that require one answer (card) per item
-a one card reading to answer a specific question and a three card for a more nuanced question
-Two separate readings, two cards a piece exploring the positives and negatives of two different choices
 
Though I am flattered that people want readings after the deadline, I decline reading requests made after 8pm Central Time on Sunday night without exception.
 

I am happy to do Ogham readings confidentially via email -- just email me at k steele studio at gmail during the allotted time/before deadline.

Please note I take time off during Solstices and Equinoxes for Druid stuff and because sometimes I simply need a break.  My next planned break is the week of Sunday, March 24.

For a more in depth look into how I read and interpret the Ogham's symbols, please visit my website druidogham.wordpress.com.

I am currently trying to minimize my use of PayPal.  If you'd like to make a donation, I would be grateful if you did it here:

http://buymeacoffee.com/kimberlysteele

Your prayers of blessing to the deity/deities of your choice are welcome whether or not you can donate.

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The straight dating scene, if it can be labeled as a single entity, is a hot, red mess.  Dating has always been a hellscape.  Contrary to popular belief, it was worse in the days before internet hookups.  Back in the day, the people at the local pub or bar were the only real choices unless you belonged to a church or managed to stumble upon your true love in the grocery store aisle.  College has become the number one way straight people find someone to marry.  Most people go to college firstly to date and mate with education coming in a distant second or third. The current woke climate of rape culture awareness and penis-policing is one of the dumbest acts of self-sabotage ever perpetrated upon colleges and universities. If straight kids cannot go to college in order to get laid without the scrutiny of finger-pointing ninnies, they might as well skip college and its attendant crippling, inescapable, lifelong debt.  

In an age without the internet, there weren't as many choices when it came to dating.  Anyone who is a certain age remembers personal ads: tiny little bits of text in the classified sections of newspapers where people advertised themselves semi-anonymously in order to find dates.  Though I was never brave enough to answer a personal ad in my single years, I used to enjoy combing through them for laughs and to creep myself out imagining who was actually writing them.  Pictures were expensive to put in the paper back in the day -- at least in today's dating scene, there is more information about a potential suitor or mistress than a few photo-free lines of text.  Additionally, potential dates can be intensively researched on the internet.  You can bet your bottom dollar if I was single and looking in today's dating minefield that I would do the equivalent of a private investigation on my potential date before I so much as swiped right.  Nowadays, any potential date can be vetted before a physical meeting.  That is a tremendous advantage.  Compare the old timey personal ad, which was like Forrest Gump's box of chocolates: you never knew what you were gonna get, in fact, you could not check out what he or she looked like.  STD bug chaser?  Sleepless in Seattle?  Bigamist with four children?  Serial killer?  Yeah.

The improvement of videos, photos, and criminal records of the potential date becoming available does not seem to help the quality issues inherent to finding someone to pair off with.  The problem with dating is... well, humans.  The internet dating scene reminds me of the advent of cable television.  More is not merrier.  While it offered six hundred channels, there was still nothing on.  

Etheric starvation is terrible, especially because it is the commonest condition of our times.  Etheric starvation is a straight and unfettered road to addiction, fatigue, disease, and broken human relationships.  It is the reason I am working on a book called Sacred Homemaking which seeks to repair the etheric via relationships with housing, the land, and its spirits, along with the courted assistance of the Divine.

Men tend to feel the sting of etheric starvation more acutely than women.  Perhaps this is why there are always more men seeking to date women than women seeking to date men: they are hungry in more ways than one.  Women do more etheric labor than men, which is to say women do more of the daily housework that enriches the etheric plane such as cleaning and cooking.  Men of this era have lost both the ability and willingness to do housework and the more male etheric labors of building, maintaining, and fixing things around the home.  

When I was dating from ages 16-24 in the late 80s and early 90s, the men I had to choose from were a pathetic joke.  They weren't men so much as boys.  The first guy I dated spent his late teens rotting in his parents' basement playing the primitive video games of the era and watching syndicated re-runs of Duck Tales, an animated spin off series about Disney's Scrooge McDuck and his nephews.  Another guy asked me out to a restaurant, bragged about paying for his car in cash, and then surprised me by refusing to pay for a modest $12 meal, which obliged me to use one of my first credit cards.  I was so new to it, I did not know where and when to sign.  Needless to say, I did not agree to see him again.  A guy I managed not to date became unemployable after a string of petty thefts from the cash registers of the fast food jobs he worked.  He impregnated my friend when he was nineteen and she was seventeen.  They had the child and tried to raise it together for a time; she ended up as a single mom.  Their baffling relationship occurred despite his reputation of sleeping with over 100 girls (and some women) by the time he was out of high school.  

In this era of etheric starvation, men and women are looking for the same thing: etheric nourishment.  Sex of any sort is nourishing on the etheric plane.  Even masturbation can offer some etheric benefits, though like anything, moderation seems to be far healthier than polar extremes of excess or absence.  Etheric labor (housework) gives rise to etheric nourishment, and because women have either voluntarily or unwillingly given up their roles as etheric labor providers, etheric starvation has reached crisis levels.  

The Low Quality Woman

The low quality woman is a grifter who depends either on her looks or a combination of her looks and catfishing in order to acquire what she believes she deserves.  She lives in a mess subsidized by someone else's unearned wealth.  She cares only about social media and her appearance.  She is addicted to buying products and services she believes will improve her image.  She is extremely expensive to maintain because she lacks the skills, humility, and energy to cook, clean, and work.  To add insult to injury, she often has children in tow who are exposed and vulnerable to the men she fools around with.  Age is her primary enemy: she cannot outrun it and as she ages, her prospects rapidly diminish because of her lack of valuable skills, spendthrift behavior, and her unwillingness to learn basic survival.  

The Low Quality Man

The low quality man is the shiftless product of incompetent parenting.  If he can be summed up in one word, it is "helpless".  He could not fix a leaky sink if it walked up to him and gave him instructions.  Any cooking or cleaning he has picked up is limited to reheated convenience food in a filthy microwave.  Despite his life constantly being in shambles, he does not feel any pressing need to right the ship.  He has relegated himself to the role of passenger in spite of being the captain.  He is dependent and meekly waits for the day when either he or his enablers will die, in which case he will see what benefits he can scrounge from the local government.  He is what we used to call a "scrub" back in the day: no motivation, no mojo, and no manliness.

Neither of these two are what anyone wants, but because of circumstance, there are plenty of low quality women and men available; in fact, it seems that they are the only types available.  

What Men Want

Men want an etheric resource in a woman primarily as a source of healing.  Men have a reputation of wanting more sex than women, but I don't know that this is the case.  Young men of this era are more voracious where sex is concerned, but that seems to be the physiological result of addictive, mass-marketed porn, including the soft porn of video games.  From my observations, men want cooking, cleaning, and CARING perhaps even more than they want sex, especially as they get older.  Men would like a gentle place to land, plus a person and a home worth protecting.  

Enter the Low Quality Woman.  Often, she is so masculine on the physical plane, the casual observer would think he leans gay for staying with her.  A reliably common scenario among straight people is the woman "letting herself go" after being pinned down in a long term relationship or marriage.  This is a sign of taking the man for granted and lacking the kind of respect that would result in an effort to maintain the illusion of sweetness or softness.  Instead, the warts are exposed for all to see, which leaves the man to either live in denial or to understand he was a fool who was tricked.

If there is a short list of what men want in a woman, I would say it is these, and not necessarily in this order: 1. Nurturing, including etheric labor and sex 2.Attractiveness and sweetness 3. To feel appreciated

What Women Want

Women want a provider and protector, especially if we have children.  Feminism is a crock and a sham for the enrichment of idiotic astral pyramids.  Women don't want to be their own warriors.  We don't want to clean the house, bake the bread (I suck at baking bread, for the record), and to have to go out and win the bread as well.  A woman needs a man who refuses to provide like a fish needs a bicycle.  The overgrown man-child is about as useful as a benign tumor, and half the time he isn't benign.  Sadly, the good providers who quickly get snapped up by high and low quality women alike are frequently so consumed by making big paychecks that they have no time to interact with the families they go to work to support. 

Enter the Low Quality Man.  He also lets himself go, albeit in a slightly different way.  He's got an ego about it, and though he may see himself as a forthright paragon of truth and justice, this is more of an ideal born of extreme insecurity than reality.  For him, taking the initiative and making a better life for himself and others is always One Day rather than Day One.

If there is a short list of what women want in men, I would say it is these, and not necessarily in this order: 1. A provider and protector 2.Initiative and independent self-motivation 3. Loyalty/fidelity

Maybe arranged marriages and marriage-as-property-alliance was better, but I tend to think the logical result of such marriages was the Hapsburgs and incest-breeding one's line out of existence.  That's what happens when you try to keep unearned wealth in the family.  I hope that in the future, people will find a happy medium between Tindr/Grindr and all in the family dowry betrothals... until then?  Good luck.  

 

 

 

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