ABSENCE OF THE PRESENCE…

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Not a single word of intelligent conversation to be heard.

Only the gurgling of infants and the cooing of mothers remains.

The voice of the Father has been completely exiled from the home.

What wouldn’t I give for the return of the Master Teacher. 

from the Lingayat of Shivastus Solomonicus

 

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THE BLACK SWAN

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I painted this piece with some Maori tribal designs and a sunset, it is very meaningful to me for many reasons not the least of which is the correlation with the in breaths and out breaths of Brahma, and his vamana being a swan.  I identify with the black swan.

Nassim Nicholas Taleb, one of my favorite authors wrote a book called the black swan about unpredictable events being the major mover of the stock market.  The swan represents to me those unpredictable events.  People are epistemicly arrogant they over value what they know and they undervalue what they don’t know and they bias mine to prove themselves correct and ignore evidence that they are wrong.

There is also a cognitive bias associated with it.  If one thinks that all swans are white then anything that doesn’t directly confront that incorrect belief supports it.  Which means if you see a black crow, or a pink flamingo it confirms your incorrect belief that all swans are white.  This kind of thinking prevents people from detecting their own horse shit and it makes an environment rich for outliers, people and events you never see coming….

….LIKE MYSELF!!!

Just because it has never happened before that you know of, doesn’t mean that something is preventing it from happening.  Life doesn’t have any narrative that it has to fulfill.

Nihilo necesare sequitur, nothing necessarily follows.

SEVEN ON NUBERIA

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7 was going on sabbatical with Ba’al so he had to do exactly as he was told. Ba’al told him to observe  the customs of the people on the planet and not to attract attention to himself.  Ba’al was there for political reasons and didn’t need his mission being complicated or compromised.

7 stayed at the mansion which was where the diplomats were kept.  On this planet sex slavery was common, it wasn’t thought of as slavery though, that word or concept didn’t exist on this planet and they weren’t there to bring the Nuberians  to Jesus.  As a matter of custom a sex slave was brought to seven to keep him occupied and entertained.  They brought him this short, thick and curvy creature, very exotic, she had plump thighs.  She was scantily clad in jewelry and veils.  Her skin was black and rubbery, exactly like rubber, shiny even, a living sex doll.  She had jewelry on her head and forehead.

“What is your name.”  asked 7.

He could do whatever he wanted to her on this planet, he was considered the highest caste, royalty, and she was subcaste, nobody would bat an eye if she disappeared, but her owner might need to be compensated.

“My name is Shunam.”  she replied as respectfully as possible.  “You may do to me whatever pleases you.”

“Conversation pleases me.”  said 7  “Tell me about yourself.”

“Conversation is not my strong suit, my people were not bred for conversation, I can give you a massage or please you in other ways, skillfully.”  Shunam explained

“Perhaps later, I would like to have a sense of connection with people before I jump into bed with them.  You don’t find it difficult to just have sex without any conversation or anything?”  Seven queried.

“My people were bred for sex.  That is what we do.  We are bred to be pleasing to the eye and sexually desirable.  It is my instinct.  It doesn’t require any foreplay or conversation.”  Shunam

Her eyes were the most beautiful piercing blue in such contrast with her jet black skin.

“So you can just bump genitalia without any guilt or shame?”

“What are genitalia?”

“You know, how you reproduce.”

“Where do you keep your ‘genitalia’?”

The Zed were not raised as prudes, they were very open about sex. Seven slightly spread his legs and gestured with both of his hands.

“May I see them?”  she asked.

Seven sighed a little and pulled down the native garments that had been given him on his arrival.

“Wow, they are spectacular, I have never been with a human before.  May I touch them?”

He nodded his consent.  Her hands were remarkably warm and attentive.  Her touch was more intelligent and graceful than any other hands that had touched him.  He had never been touched with that concern and curiosity and respect before.  It made him feel like the richest man in the universe.  His member started swelling under her affectionate attention.

“What is it doing?  Did I do something wrong?”

“Oh, no, Sweety, that is natural.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes it feels good.”

“And these are your “genitalia”?”

“Yes, you don’t keep your genitalia in the same place?”

“No, it is a secret.  My people don’t tell anybody where we keep our intimates.  That is part of our prerogative as slaves.  It is the one thing that we possess and give to people that we have genuine affection for.  I am only talking to you about it because I trust you and i like you.  I have pseudo genitalia that I use for serving the needs of my masters, but that doesn’t let them get close to me emotionally, I feel next to nothing there and my people have developed an uncanny resistance to all disease.  If you won’t tell anybody I can show you where my real pleasure center is.  Where I feel something.  Where I can be intimate.  Do you want to know?”

“Yes, I would like that.”

Shunam slowly removed her head dress, with her diadem on it to reveal a plump juicy pair of moist lips in the middle of her forehead.  7 couldn’t believe what he was seeing, he had seen naked women, he was not inexperienced with alien women, but this….. He was so aroused he could barely contain himself.  He kissed her forehead gently, filling the rough ridges of her lips on his own.  They were hot and they gave off a sent like jasmine.  The air around them was humid.  She seemed very aroused.  He could see moisture oozing between them.

She sank to her knees in front of him and grasped his member.  He caught his breath and let out a little squeal.  She doted upon his scepter showering it with pecks, holding it affectionately next to her face.  She ran it into her mouth to moisten it and then placed it at the entrance of her forehead temple and started applying pressure, working it into her orifice.  7 almost fainted with extacy.   He had never felt anything like it before, there was an electricity, all other sex he could remember felt animal and this felt spiritual, like making love to an angel or a goddess.  She rocked back and forth rhythmically, he felt some manner of sphincter muscles inside her womanhood sucking, pulling, enticing, welcoming his penis into her space.  Overcome with affection he pulled out and dropped to his knees and looked in her eyes, there was a light inside them, a look of contentment.

“That doesn’t hurt”.  he asked

“Why should it?”  she responded, “we don’t keep our brains in there or anything.”

“Where do your people keep their brains?”

“In our chests, they are attached to our hearts.  My people are known as the Bodhichitta, the heart-minded.  Now shutup, I am not done with you.”  She playfulle shoved him back onto a plush rug that was the skin of some large predator from the cold part of the planet.  She enveloped him with her womanhood again and he affectionately caressed her forehead as she rocked back and forth until he exploded inside her cranium.   It wasn’t like an ejaculation with a human female.  It was like a supernova, there was some intelligent electricity, some chemical reaction, he knew from that moment  that he was addicted and always would be and he was glad.  Now he was a slave, a slave to his desires.

Her eyes glowed brightly, not metaphorically, there was an actual light in her eyes that had not been there before.  It was as though she was somehow being nourished with some energy from his ejaculation.  He wondered what effects it would have on her all of his ZED training and all of the orgone that he had absorbed through meditation and study.  What effect would his seed have on this magnificent creature.  He had no idea what to expect.

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Cedant arma togae.

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cedant arma togae”

This was the philosophical calculus of Cicero, I probably butchered the Latin, but essentially what it means is that the armor of battle must yield to the garment of reason.  There is meaning lost to us in history, we don’t understand that the toga was the garment of peace and leisure was also the garment of reason.  We forget that we have associations that will not survive in the future just as other cultures had associations that we don’t know about.  This doesn’t prevent us from arrogantly, and tacitly interpreting and judging from our perspective, believing our understanding and judgement to be correct.

Also of interest to me is the similarity between the toga and the traditional garb of India. See it was difficult to fight in t toga, but they were comfortable.  The garb itself edited your consideration set of what you could do and how you could move and how quickly.

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