Now, this won't be a serious ritual post. Actually, it will be, in a way. I wanna share a few thoughts about the strange case of Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hide, because of which, undoubtedfully, any feminist group around the globe would tie me to a stake and stone me forever. And I don't mean BDSM.
Being a woman with a normal PMS (as long as a severe disease could be defined as normal), every month after the ritual killing of a lamb and eating its guts, I pray and moan, and pray and moan why I had to be born this way (what's wrong with me, mother?!). This time it was a bit different. While most of the cases I really accumulate a tremedous degree of aggression towards men, now I realized, almost instantaneously, that all the evil in the world is caused by women' overreaction, dramatism and manipulation. Especially during this sooo special period, that is wArshipped since time memorial: bleeding without really dying. That's right, exactly what leeches do in order to purify your blood. That's what vampires do. That's what women do.
Reveal yourself, Satan!
So, dear ladies, what is your problem with men in general, like - seriously? Why you insist on controlling everything, even your cycle when you need to step back in a cosy little shamanic hut and bleed at peace? Why do you have to yell, twist and turn someone's words, be mad as hell, but deep in your heart to hate yourself and express that outrageous attitude onto the poor little male? If I were a man, I would not stand a minute around a chick in a period. It would feel like paying a visit to Torquemada with a black cat and a broom.
And what's up with fishing? Last time I went fishing, the lake was full of women. Wives accompanying their husbands to go to fish. Idyll as its best. Why all women have to deprive their men from one of their territories, supposed to get extinct in near future? Why women have to pretend to be men and occupy their whole world? Oh, wait - I know why. Because of the "sacred feminine energy". It is all a double standard women's world we live in, don't we. Guess what, men love fishing and football, only because women don't! (Here is the point where I have to admit that I like penises, on men only.)
A month ago I found myself on a men's small gathering. Do you know how the guys spent the evening? Speaking about philosophy, joking, watching porn and singing "Misty Mountains Cold" as loud as possible. I was having so much fun! It was so different from a woman's perspective. They were not talking about women, stupid make-up or shopping. They were simply having fun! What an enlightеning experience. While browsing the Internet for some pics, I even found this extremely rude and aggressive "hormone guide", for men only, of course:
And back to the menstruation. Come on, women - get a life! It is not that bad as it has been promoted
to be. It does have a lot to do with the feminine energy, and that is -
it has to be rediscovered, not surpressed month after month. It's not the carbs, neither the weather or the lack of workouts. It is the permanent escape plan from our inner selves we are all stuck into.
I will end my thoughts with an extract from Crowley's Chapter 23, named "Skidoo", from The Book of Lies. Those who know, will understand.
SKIDOO What man is at ease in his Inn? Get out. Wide is the world and cold. Get out. Thou hast become an in-itiate. Get out. But thou canst not get out by the way thou camest in. The Way out is THE WAY. Get out. For OUT is Love and Wisdom and Power.(12) Get OUT.
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