Positive thinking is all the rage in the New Age circles.
In my opinion, that probably contributes enormously to the general outcome of them not managing to achieve jack shit, because positive thinking is a slave-girl mentality.
I am now going to make a rather graphic presentation, but I assume that if you lasted here so far you are a mature enough person and a fainting couch will not be needed.
Imagine a New Age/Wiccan paradise of people somewhere in the early Holocene period, who worshiped Goddess Earth, praised her for all her bountiful gifts – fruits, grain, domesticated animals that provide you with eggs, meat and milk, and not least of all, sex. Focus on the positive, feel happy, praise Goddess in all things. Earth is beautiful, it loves us and showers us with gifts.
Then there are other people, with horses and swords, who look at that place and they also see the gifts of the Goddess Earth – fruits, grain, domesticated animals, and humans to be enslaved as domesticated creatures that provide you with sex and labor. They, too, will praise the Goddess for her bountiful gifts of food, sex and slaves.
When you praise Goddess for all the resources She gave you, you think of wheat and apples as resources, you think of cows, pigs and chickens as resources, but you never think of yourself as a resource that will be harvested by someone else, who will praise Goddess for giving him your body and servitude to enjoy, because he is so loved and appreciated.
There’s a reason why men have a different attitude towards positive thinking on a genetic level. It’s because men who were thinking positive ended up castrated and died working on some field or in a mine or building an aqueduct. They didn’t leave descendants. Those who were cautious, aggressive and who were assuming the worst, who have taken up arms at the first sign of trouble and simply killed all the enemies, they lived to reproduce and have their offspring reach maturity. Positive thinking simply died out in the male line because it’s a lethal trait.
In the female line, things worked differently. If the females were loving, submissive, forgiving and positive, they took well to captivity and servitude. As they were thinking positive thoughts, lived in the present moment and tried to use the situation the best they could, they fell in love with their captors, admiring their positive qualities and ignoring everything negative, such as them having butchered their former husbands and children. No, that’s past and can’t be changed, but the present moment is what’s important in order to build the future. As they were thinking positive, they were radiating a sexy kind of energy and producing nice hormones, making their captors’ cocks hard, so they proceeded to fuck them. Those who were the most positive had the most orgasms while fucked, were the most favored slaves, and as they got pregnant they were elevated to a higher status, their children survived and their genes went on. Those who were loyal to their former husbands, who were angry at their captors, or were sad and depressed, were either outright slaughtered as potential danger (Judith and Holofernes, anyone?), or were relegated to menial labor where they wilted away and died without leaving offspring, and so their genes died. Women were therefore genetically selected to be happy, tolerant, positive, loving and forgiving slave-girls who live in the present moment and build their future from there. Men were genetically selected to be aggressive, ruthless, paranoid and cautious, mindful of past experience, understanding patterns, and carefully planning ahead. Men who thought positive died as castrated slaves building an aqueduct or mining copper.
New Age is a religion of successful slave-girls. It makes defeat into future victory and submission into orgasm and pregnancy. It makes rape a victory because you belong to a better man and you need to be thankful to Goddess for giving you into the care of a better provider and a source of more successful sperm. A successful slave girl doesn’t mourn being enslaved by a warrior tribe, she immediately starts daydreaming about how sexy and strong those men are, and falls in love with them. They don’t have to rape her, she’s all willing; she’ll orgasm before they manage to take her panties off. That’s what makes her successful: she’s so positive she’s seen as cute and bountiful gift of the Mother and the captors take to her immediately, in fact the leader will take her for himself. The less successful ones will die doing laundry, for both the men and the successful slave-girls and their children.
Buddhism, however, is a religion of super-successful men. It is realistic to the point of pessimism. It admits we’re fucked, diagnoses the problem excellently, and prescribes therapy. It doesn’t care for positive thoughts. If you’re hit by an arrow, positive thinking doesn’t do shit for you. What actually helps is to admit you’re fucked, to try to figure out how to remove the arrow without bleeding to death, to suppress infection and to survive the ordeal.
It’s not at all surprising that Buddhism was invented by a prince from the warrior-caste. His ancestors lived because they were pessimistic, they assumed the enemy was stronger than it is, better armed than it is and has a better strategic position. Then they assumed that his peasants were more productive, his blacksmiths made better swords and his horses and elephants were stronger. They then proceeded to organize their state so that the peasants were more productive, the blacksmiths made better swords and armors, the horses and elephants were bred to be stronger and more resilient, the walls of the cities were taller and stronger, they occupied better strategic points and their spies gave them better intelligence about the enemy, and they struck first and won.
That’s why Buddhism is useful for conquering the world and getting out of jail free, and New Age and Wicca, the favorite female religions, are useful for being a happy slave-girl who showers her captors with love, kindness and servitude, heart warm with feeling and pussy wet with acceptance.
If you want to achieve anything in spirituality, the positive “all is well” attitude is the first thing you need to lose. The only kind of positive attitude that you need is that of believing that it’s possible to get the fuck out of here if you do everything right, if you ask for and receive all the right kinds of help, if you use your luck and opportunities to the best possible advantage, if you’re not discouraged by failure because the situation is so dire that it’s expected. The true positive attitude is that you invest all your energy into efforts that will produce liberation, and retract all energy from things that further your bondage. That’s the way of thinking that helped men keep their balls in their sacs and their heads on their shoulders, and since this is the kind of mentality that actually works for winning, and not just for being a happy loser, you would do well to pay attention, men and women alike.
It’s actually quite ironic to see an in-depth analysis like this, and then doing a quick search for analytical, stubborn and manly piercing prince-warriors among contemporary Buddhists.
Maybe it’s best to just look at the most widely known of them all, the Dalai Lama, who’s a literal opposite of every word you just wrote.
Well, the contemporary buddhists are the main reason why I eschewed Buddhism until quite recently; they are dogmatic, dry, devoid of genuine spirituality and, essentially, unremarkable in any conceivable way. However, take a look at Milarepa, for instance, and it’s another story altogether. Also, the Japanese and Chinese warriors had an interesting take on Buddhism. So this “don’t worry be happy” school of Buddhism that seems to be represented the most everywhere you look seems to be merely a bunch of losers, examples of how to do it wrong and fail at everything important in life and beyond. 🙂
There seems to be a pattern: Marpa Lotsava, is a badass, attained enlightenment. Milarepa, is a badass, attained enlightenment. The current Dalai Lama, is a feminized, weakminded appeaser, attained exactly jack shit. Hmmm, what does it tell us about shit that works and shit that’s useless…
Oh, BTW, speaking of badasses, there is a movie called “Tale of Tales” released just last year. It seems to be a complete commercial failure, I guess partly because of all of those Avengers and Terminators and whatnot, but probably also because it was too complex and subtle for mainstream audiences to comprehend, although article on Wikipedia offers some great explanations regarding philosophical implications
It is very aesthetical indeed, and since I’m a sucker for the looks and the atmosphere, I was immediately drawn to watch it, but liked it in the end for completely different reasons, and to me it was maybe the best movie of the year to say the least.
It’s actually based on old Italian fantasy tales, but to get to the my final point – there is this girl in a movie who finds herself in a desperate situation, and then acts surprisingly similar to recommendations you just gave in the last paragraph of this article. 🙂
I watched it couple of months ago. I liked it because of the scenery and little weird atmosphere.
I don’t really have much of an experience with Buddhists, however, the only person that I’ve ever met that declared herself a Buddhist is actually one of the more spiritually impressive persons I have seen in person.
We got into conversation and she told me a thing or two about her life and abilities to feel other people’s thoughts and emotions, and sometimes even feel past incarnations. As a kid, she even strictly avoided school bus for going home and rather took a walk, because all those kids stuffed in a small place would make a complete chaos in her head, as it would be too intrusive and too intense to bear. She was claiming that her name in one of those past incarnations she remembers was Dagpo Tashi Namgyal, and she wrote an ancient Buddhist scripture called “Mahamudra” (which, as a matter of fact, still exists an can be bought on Amazon). She didn’t take herself too seriously though, and made some jokes about how she doesn’t like that book very much now, because she was so pretentious and smart-ass at the time. That was supposedly her last incarnation in some position of power, because after that she was born as a female, raped and humiliated in every possible way.
I have no way of verifying any of these stories, but nonetheless, it was quite obvious that she is no regular human, one way or the other.
Also, she was eloquent, well-read, smart and funny, which was a pleasant surprise.
I have met before one female who’s in possession of some rare siddhis which was undeniably impressive, but in a purely intellectual sense, she seemed to me somewhat below average human. I have also met most impressive intellectuals and analysts who were completely unimpressive in a spiritual manner. But seeing someone who has some genuine understanding of spiritual realms AND brains at the same time, well, it’s a rare sight to be seen indeed.
Anyway, later on, she made me an offer to come to her apartment and attend to some group meditation events, but having a non-individual approach seemed somehow unappealing to me, so I never really showed up. Although, I’ll have to be honest here, I did have few occasional thoughts about fucking her, even though she’s almost twice my age.
So yeah… that’s my 2c on Buddhism. :))
I see several possible lessons in there. First, the Buddhists don’t need positive thinking or similar forms of self-deception to become spiritually powerful.
Second, nothing can improve an arrogant male’s level of wisdom like being born a woman.
Third, spiritually powerful people are fuckable. 🙂
Yeah, but there is also interesting male side of the same story you just described in your article from a female perspective.
I already mentioned this female who’s in possession of something what I guess you can call some kind of siddhis. Whenever I crossed her doorstep to visit her, there was the sudden instinctive reaction in my mind “I have to protect this woman”, something like “dontcha worry a thing, you just be there in your shack and do your sorcery stuff, and I’ll be sitting in front of the doorstep sharpening my sword in case anyone comes by”.
I am very well aware it’s actually ridiculous, completely inappropriate and unnecessary, since she’s not in any kind of danger, she’s not a little girl, but a woman about the age of my mother, not harming anyone and living her normal civil life with husband and kids, and certainly doesn’t need anyone protection with all that black magic shit tied around her little finger, but still… something in me always pushed me toward protective behaviour in her presence, like part of me was warned that the world wouldn’t like her very much if they knew who she really was, and she would be endangered for some reason.
I don’t know what this is, but it is certainly interesting from a psychological perspective. Maybe it’s a result of some of my ancient previous experiences, or maybe it’s just a basic male instinct meant to ease and quicken assimilation of females from other races or cultures into our own tribe. Something like “I just stole myself a new bitch on my long journey around the other side of the Big Mountains. I gotta admit I kinda like her, but I’m not so sure anyone other in my tribe will. She’s so pale and different, and all of the women in our Lands are raven black and curly, I better keep my swords sharp and keep an eye open over her for some time, just in case anyone has any ideas…”
That sounds like an instinctive basic spell, it’s the simplest thing everyone learns to do first, it’s like “hello world” of magic. Female version is “I’m cute, protect me and provide me with resources”, and male version is “I’m dangerous, fuck with me and I’ll destroy you, either obey me or get the fuck out”.
It’s essentially energetically charged self-confidence, split according to gender-instinct.
It sounds to me like a biological programming, the question is, should one ignore this kind of programming, because it seems it only creates problems and opens one (man) to manipulation?
You can afford to ignore things only after you’ve figured them out completely.
That’s true, because if you try to ignore such things the problem won’t go away. So basically one should have a good look at what’s going on in those situations and understand the mechanisms behind it and it seems that pure understanding makes that problem instantly solved… Btw, tnx 🙂
Well, I don’t know, you could be very well right, but I’m pretty sure there’s more to it than just that. And I can’t go into all the details because it would be way too much for this simple form of just making a comment on an article.
After all, speaking of resources, I think I was using her resources much more then she ever used anything of mine, as she did made me a few favours, enabling access to some situations which would otherwise remain completely inaccessible.
For example, I had a death case in my family earlier this year, that is my mother died. I took the trip, came home to the funeral, and when I got there, I could feel her presence behind me on one occasion. Later on, maybe a month later, one morning I was just waking up and getting out of the bed when I saw her in my room, right there, sitting on a couch and watching me. She was looking pretty much the same as she was right before she died, wearing her yellow shirt, that same shirt she wore for the most part of the last summer.
I know what I saw for sure, but the vision disappeared instantly. It did hit me on an emotional level, but what to do with it, and what was the point of it? I have no idea.
So I made a phone call to this spell-casting woman and told her what I just saw, asking her is there perhaps a way to verify my experience or maybe dig for some deeper meanings, and we arranged a meeting at her home. I asked her am I just tripping or this was really what I think it was. She was pretty grumpy and energy depleted that particular day, but offered to help me anyway. After a few moments of silence needed for concentration, she asked something like “is the place of the vision you’re talking about little green couch with vertical stripes, and little white dots on it?”. I said yes, that’s exactly how it looks. “Oh yeah yeah”, she proceeds, “she there almost all of the time since she died, she just wants to be near you.”
So yeah… that was that. She opened some kind of communication channel with my mother easier than I would make a call for a pizza delivery. After she did that, my mother was bursting with all kinds of explanations and excuses why she was a distant and emotionally unavailable cold bitch for the most part of our life together, but she would be glad if I could accept her apologies, as she didn’t know any better; supposedly her mother has been just like that to her, so she was convinced that’s the right way to raise a child.”
I’m not really in a mood of forgiving anything or forgetting anything, so I decided not to give any false promises, but it was an interesting experience all together, and it did bring me some comfort I guess.
But putting aside all that telepathic call to the underworld meeting, I remember there were also some interesting happenings connected to this sorceress when we shortly discussed some spiritual matters quite a while ago. I remember myself coming home, just sitting in my chair in front of the computer and playing “Im Nin’Alu” by Ofra Haza on youtube. I felt some strange feeling of power, like I’m completely indestructible and invulnerable to any kind of physical influence. I’m not talking about some arrogant or aggressive Superman kind of power, not even some kind of ecstatic happiness or anything like that, just calming and soothing self-confident feeling of “finally everything is all right”, like mildly floating above the world, unaffected by the chaos, but in the same time feeling powerful enough even to change it somehow if I wanted to, but there is no need for that, because everything is already perfect just the way it is.
Now that was some heavy shit right there. I would certainly like to get a lick of that ice cream once again. I’ve made an assumption, maybe I accidentally got a taste of her when we were in casual contact, and if there is any truth in that, if that’s really how she feels about herself all the time, or at least when she’s in a good shape, then that’s pretty awesome, hands down.
I’m trying to write a comment to this, but for some reason my message keeps getting marked as spam and automatically removed. Maybe this Disqus plugin is extremely sensitive to any use of profanity, or it’s just cause I’m black.
Like not being able to make a proper quotation is not bad enough by itself.
I marked you as whitelisted in disqus moderation tool so that might help. I think this software is written by politically correct idiots.
Oh, okay then. Well, it’s nothing of a life importance, I just wanted to say you could be very well right about that “instinctive basic spell”, but I’m pretty sure there’s more to it than just that. And I can’t go into all the details because it would be way too much for this simple form of just making a comment on an article.
After all, speaking of resources, I think I was using her resources much more then she ever used anything of mine, as she did made me a few favours, enabling access to some situations which would otherwise remain completely inaccessible.
For example, I had a death case in my family earlier this year when my mother died. I took the trip, came home to the funeral, and when I got there, I could feel mother’s presence behind me on one occasion. Later on, maybe a month later, one morning I was just waking up and getting out of the bed when I saw her in my room, right there, sitting on a couch and watching me. She was looking pretty much the same as she was right before she died, wearing her yellow shirt, same shirt she wore for the most part of the last summer.
I know what I saw for sure, but the vision disappeared instantly. It did hit me on an emotional level, but what to do with it, and what was the point of it? I have no idea.
So I made a phone call to this witch and told her what I just saw, asking her is there perhaps a way to verify my experience or maybe dig for some deeper meanings, and we arranged a meeting at her home. I asked her am I just tripping or this was really what I think it was. She was pretty grumpy and energy depleted that particular day when I visited her, but offered to help me anyway. After a few moments of silence needed for concentration, she asked something like “is the place of the vision you’re talking about little green couch with vertical stripes, and little white dots on it?”. I said yes, that’s exactly how it looks. “Oh yeah yeah”, she proceeds, “she’s there almost all of the time since she died, she just wants to be near you.”
So yeah… that was that. She opened some kind of communication channel with my mother easier than I would make a call for a pizza delivery. After she did that, my mother was bursting with all kinds of explanations and excuses why she was distant and emotionally unavailable for the most part of our life together, but she would be glad if I could accept her apologies, as she didn’t know any better; supposedly her mother has been just like that to her, so she was convinced that’s the right way to raise a child.
At the moment, I was not really in a mood of forgiving anything or forgetting anything, so I decided not to give any false promises, but it was an interesting experience all together, and it did bring me some comfort I guess.
But putting aside all that telepathic call to the underworld, I remember there were also some interesting happenings connected to this sorceress when we shortly discussed some spiritual matters quite a while ago. I remember myself coming home, just sitting in my chair in front of the computer and playing “Im Nin’Alu” by Ofra Haza on youtube. I did felt some strange feeling of power, like I’m completely indestructible and invulnerable to any kind of physical influence. I’m not talking about some arrogant or aggressive Superman kind of power, not even some kind of ecstatic happiness or anything like that, just calming and soothing feeling of “finally everything is all right”, like mildly floating above the world, unaffected by the chaos, but in the same time feeling powerful enough even to change it somehow if I wanted to, but there is no need for that, because everything is already perfect just the way it is.
Now that was some heavy shit right there. I would certainly like to get a lick of that ice cream once again. Maybe I’m overexagerating at some points, It’s hard to tell, because I’m just digging bits and pieces from my memory; one would have to be right in that kind of mood at the moment of writing a description to make it properly colored. But anyway, I’ve made an assumption: maybe I accidentally got a taste of her when we were in casual contact, and if there is any truth in that, if that’s really how she feels about herself all the time, or at least when she’s in a good shape, then that’s pretty awesome, hands down. 🙂
You’re interpreting things too literally; after all, defending her here is a form of putting your resources at her disposal and in her defense.
It’s not so much about defending or attacking someone, I just got carried away by describing some recent interesting events that in the end, I’ve omitted some real questions about mechanisms of female attraction that would be really useful for me if someone skillful could share a thought or two. Although debating about pussy power with a man who writes essays about the fate of the world does seem like an incredible waste of time, I would gladly hear a few comments on something that’s been boggling me for quite a while. But it’s too late, and I’m too tired. I supplement myself later on.
I do have other things on my plate right now, and in abundance, and I mostly said everything that needed to be said about those basic male-female relationships, so adding more would be too much of a digression at the moment, but essentially, the thing is that the “alpha male” concept is almost completely misunderstood in popular culture because it’s been spread by idiots. The point of it is not dominance by force, it’s protection of others, resolution of social conflicts and guidance of others towards the greater good. So when a female signals “protect me please”, it triggers deep aspects of male genetics, essentially a male is empowered. Males who are asked for protection the most assume the leadership role, and those who are asked for protection the least wither in depression and often either kill themselves or become utterly dysfunctional.