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Anthropomorphization in Taoist and Shinto literature.

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In Taoist and Shinto literature they use an interesting literary device for communicating certain types of data.  They anthropomorphize animals, objects, and entities.  The animal or entity will essentially stay in character and communicate data that is consistent with it’s behavior.  These stories are written in an old style known as the “hieros logos” which is a sacred conversation usually between two people.  In the Vaigyan Bhairav Tantra this sacred conversation takes place between Shiva and Shakti.  Jallaladin Rumi had this sacred conversation with Shams.  In this sacred conversation deep spiritual, psychological, and philosophical truths are communicated to the reader.  In the story of the Scorpion and the Frog the psychology of the psychopath is communicated.  I refer to the information being communicated as sapiential data. 

In this style of literature their is a presupposition of the philosophical nature of the entity speaking and the observation of praxis which is the practice or process of living the philosophy.  Everything that is said is a rhetorical tautology of the philosophy or personality of the entity speaking, which allows this literary device to communicate sapiential data.  The western world has largely become irrational no longer philosophical or even attempting to live or acquire any manner of philosophy.  The entity speaking can’t say anything out of character for this reason.  This concept of praxis in my psychological models taught me that everything a person thinks is reflected in what they say and do, even if it is concealed or misrepresented.  I refer to actions as dynamic tautologies of thoughts and words when it is authentic and not strategic.

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It is a huge source of frustration for me that the arrogant, snide, snarky atheists attempt to prevent the artistic and poetic communication of wisdom in this form.  Instead of looking at how something is true and useful they scoff and mock the fact that it could never happen and in doing so they miss the import of the message.  Atheists that do this are horrible people.  They act as though they have been personally attacked by the artistic expression of a person.  It is so stupid that it is evil, in expressing myself artistically I am not dictating to you or anyone else what they must think or believe.  It demonstrates not only the insanity of Atheists but their narcissism to think that they can get offended at anything for any reason and then to retaliate as though they were attacked by the expression of another.  To carry their tacit bias to it’s logical end all fiction books should be burned and science fiction movies shouldn’t be made or watched.  I find it repellent that these terrible people aren’t smart enough to evaluate how full of crap they are.  What they are scorning is creative intelligence.  Nobody that possesses creative intelligence in any discernible degree would criticize it in another.

It is one thing to dislike something and to not watch it yourself but to try to prevent others from expressing themselves in a creative way or to prevent others from reading or watching is evil and stupid.  I have seen these atheists maliciously slandering and lying about people expressing themselves artistically, creatively, and spiritually in an attempt to change how others think about those people.  Psychopaths disrespect the boundaries of others and that is what these Atheists are, psychopaths.  They can’t see that they have overstepped the boundary of common sense.  They can’t see that they are not offering a service but a disservice, they are not making the world better but worse.  I pray for the day to come when everything atheists have tried to do and have done to others will be visited on their own persons.

I often contemplate how much noise pollution is created by atheists, how much useless conversation that does’t move towards a solution and isn’t productive.  Just crappy, emotionally abusive atheists, wasting bandwidth, and everybody’s time.  They don’t exist for anything they exist against something.  They are defined by what they are against.  They are space fillers, oxygen thieves, light blockers.  They aren’t here to contribute to but to antagonize and detract from as a testament to their emotional morbidity.

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The Orgone Generator

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7 came too groggily, He didn’t know where he was.  He saw a bright light over him and he thought he saw an angel with azure eyes and golden blond hair and creamy freckled cleavage and a voice also like an angel.  Her voice was warm and loving like a lover’s voice but not unlike one’s mothers voice if she was really hot.

“Can you hear me?”  the angel said.

“Oh…, yeah.” 7 said realizing that she had been repeating herself and he had not really been focused.  He was in a strange room he didn’t recognize and his body was in a fluid that was warm and looked like milk.  It tickled as though millions of tiny hands were doing some form of energy massage on every cell of his body, he had never experienced anything like it. 

“Where am I?”  asked 7.

“You are in the  Orgone room in the Holy of Holies, the sanctum sanctorum.”  Angel said affectionately.

“I didn’t know this place existed.”  7

“Most people don’t, it is a well kept secret, a sacred secret, one of our most important, for the ZED I mean.  The only reason you found out about it is because you were almost dead.  We had to bring you here to keep you alive.  You would be dead right now if it was not for the orgone in this room.”  Angel said

7 glanced around the strange room, there was a aquamarine fog that expanded and moved around the room like silent slow moving lightning.  It was some manner of energy, it seemed to be emanating from an ornate gilded rectangular box with two golden angels that were kneeling facing one another in prayer.  There was a ball of the same colored energy above and between them which seemed to be the source of all of the ambient energy in the room.  He noticed that the Orgone seemed to be energizing the bath he lay in, when the tendrils reached out to the liquid there was a subtle cascade that danced across the surface and then he felt the energy from it.  His eyes rolled back in his head and he felt very sleepy and at the same time he felt like he was having an orgasm, ecstasy coursed through every nerve in his body.  His body relaxed and he asked, “What is this orgone generator?  Where does this energy come from?”

 
“Well, our noble founder Frater Shivastus Solomonicus, knew but could not demonstrate until the ZED were created that there is a tangible energy that is given off by proper equal relationship.  This energy is called orgone, chi, ki, chaitanya, prana, mana and an infinite number of other names.  It is a living intelligent energy and it changes the universe around it.  When people come together of their own free will and expand their sense of self to include one another, and those people all have the same or similar souls in the form of the same philosophy, when they live in harmony, this energy is created by the quality of their interactions it takes on a personality and it does their will.  Every event, interaction, word, thought, deed in a relationship characterizes the relationship, creates its qualities.  The smarter a person is the more orgone they can absorb out of the surrounding area, and they can command this energy.  Only philosopher kings can wield it.  Shivastus wanted this knowledge kept from anyone that didn’t need to know about it to minimize the chances of someone trying to take control of it and use it for nefarious purposes.  There are Zed masters that don’t know about this place because they have never been injured badly enough to be brought here.”
 
“It feels so …. good.”  7
 
Angel, slipped onto the step behind him in the white bath her thighs hugged the back of his, her skirt absorbed the milky water and became transparent and warm.  Her arms wrapped around his shoulders.  “Does this bother you?”  she asked. 
 
“No, not at all.”  7
 
Her hand caressed and massaged his skin, “See, Shivastus taught us that the healing energy, is the spiritual energy, which is the sexual energy.”  Her hand slid down the hollow of his stomach and into the water between his legs,  she ever so gently touched his masculinity,  there was an immediate change in the flow of orgone in the room, the light became more intense and locked a thick beam on the area where here hand and his groin met, all the other streams of light in the room flicked back and forth like a playful cat that was about to pounce on unsuspecting prey.  7 closed his eyes and leaned to kiss Angel, “Remain alert, you should be learning, this is important, unconscious in relationship is not relationship.  People have thresholds for pleasure as well as for pain, when they pass this threshold they want to be unconscious.  You must make an effort to remain conscious.” 
 
7 opened his eyes and turned his head forward.  He observed the light and how it changed the way it moved based on her gentle stroking, he realized that there was some subtle obscure correlation between the sensations he had down there and the flow of the light.  Her grasp tightened on his member firmly and his legs tightened, she stroked the blood into the head of his penis and maintained her asphyxiating grip.  Her strokes were shorter now but still firm, the water acted almost as a lubricant.  His body stiffened and his back arched, he felt her wet boobies on his back like soft, happy, puppies that he wanted to play with.  When he exploded he felt himself become the focal point of all the light in the room, it coursed through him blowing out any energetic blockages in his nadis, he felt the light inside him converging on his third eye, he felt it glowing like a diamond,  there was a sensation there, a presence that he hadn’t felt before, an intelligence.  He felt a tiny, glowing, diamond shaped light that surged with power, he knew it would always be there from now on.  He knew that it had always been there but he hadn’t sensed it until this moment because it had never been exposed to the light before, the light had never been able to reach there. 
 
His body relaxed and his posture slackened,  “Thank you,” he said.
 
“You are welcome.”  Angels grip slowly and deliberately released its strangle hold on his member and rose from the white froth, on her hand his semen glowed eerily with its own light, it was a beautiful color, royal blue, aquamarine, cobalt, cornflower, it was difficult to pinpoint the exact color but it was beautiful and blue.  “Hmm, I have never seen an ejaculate this color before, it is powerful and radiant.”  Before he could react it she had put her hand to her mouth and started licking glowing light from her hand like a kitten happily licking its paws. 
 
“I hope you always remember what you learned here, this will be important for you for the rest of your life.”