DarkAries
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Greetings!
I had some more time thinking and reflecting on myself. Since my sexual energies are on progress to be balanced and healthy, I focused on the next target on me, my anger. For a long time, I believed that anger and maintaining a constant image of "the enemy" were the hallmarks of a warrior's path. I have come to realize something fundamental: hatred only feeding what you hates.
When you hate someone fanatically, you are building an energetic bridge to them. Dogmatic religions—be it xianity, islam, or the yehuborim — thrive on this. They keep followers at a low vibration through rage, siphoning away life force. By giving them our attention — even in the form of hatred — we are the ones keeping them alive. Like in the imagery from the 1973 The Wicker Man: the old, ruined church stands in the background, mossy and forgotten. No one is trying to tear it down; no one is fighting it. It is simply ignored. The pagan life on the island is so vibrant and flourishing that the old dogma has become irrelevant. This is my path now: to flourish so brightly that the "enemy" simply ceases to matter.
Its hard for me to accept, that this is not a statement of weakness, but of ultimate power. If you have no hatred, there is no "hook" inside you for others to pull. A peaceful man is far more dangerous than an angry one because his power is not impulsive — it is concentrated, deliberate, and sovereign. Like Shiva’s dance, it is a controlled force of transformation. The yehuborim are but a speck of dust before us. They are not worthy of our rage. As we perform our sacred rituals and restore honor to the True Gods, the world’s natural "immune system" will eventually reject the parasites on its own.
What was harder, and still on work, is letting my ego fantasies go. Well, not in form of my desires, rather letting go the image I have of myself on my head. I have stopped viewing myself through the lens of grandiose titles or "ancient soul" narratives that served only to distance me from reality. I’ve had to distinguish between genuine divine connection and the projections of my own mind — the fantasies and "succubus" delusions that were often just escapes from loneliness. To truly see the Gods one must first clear the fog of their own desires. Realising that the feeling and energy I felt was real, but the images were mostly just in my mind. Most of my frustration came from this difference, I tought myself in my head to a near demigod level being, and in such level I shouldnt have such problems I have. I learned my lesson. I no longer need imaginary achivements.
Also, since I just yapped in my last post, its only fair if I share the good things that happened. Because after I greatly reduced stress, my bloodsugar was no longer chaotic or problematic, fixed my relation with my mom(it was already great, I just got a little further from her lately), and finally had passionate sex with someone I like, wich was also a huge help on detoxing porn. I felt so loved.
I had some more time thinking and reflecting on myself. Since my sexual energies are on progress to be balanced and healthy, I focused on the next target on me, my anger. For a long time, I believed that anger and maintaining a constant image of "the enemy" were the hallmarks of a warrior's path. I have come to realize something fundamental: hatred only feeding what you hates.
When you hate someone fanatically, you are building an energetic bridge to them. Dogmatic religions—be it xianity, islam, or the yehuborim — thrive on this. They keep followers at a low vibration through rage, siphoning away life force. By giving them our attention — even in the form of hatred — we are the ones keeping them alive. Like in the imagery from the 1973 The Wicker Man: the old, ruined church stands in the background, mossy and forgotten. No one is trying to tear it down; no one is fighting it. It is simply ignored. The pagan life on the island is so vibrant and flourishing that the old dogma has become irrelevant. This is my path now: to flourish so brightly that the "enemy" simply ceases to matter.
Its hard for me to accept, that this is not a statement of weakness, but of ultimate power. If you have no hatred, there is no "hook" inside you for others to pull. A peaceful man is far more dangerous than an angry one because his power is not impulsive — it is concentrated, deliberate, and sovereign. Like Shiva’s dance, it is a controlled force of transformation. The yehuborim are but a speck of dust before us. They are not worthy of our rage. As we perform our sacred rituals and restore honor to the True Gods, the world’s natural "immune system" will eventually reject the parasites on its own.
What was harder, and still on work, is letting my ego fantasies go. Well, not in form of my desires, rather letting go the image I have of myself on my head. I have stopped viewing myself through the lens of grandiose titles or "ancient soul" narratives that served only to distance me from reality. I’ve had to distinguish between genuine divine connection and the projections of my own mind — the fantasies and "succubus" delusions that were often just escapes from loneliness. To truly see the Gods one must first clear the fog of their own desires. Realising that the feeling and energy I felt was real, but the images were mostly just in my mind. Most of my frustration came from this difference, I tought myself in my head to a near demigod level being, and in such level I shouldnt have such problems I have. I learned my lesson. I no longer need imaginary achivements.
Also, since I just yapped in my last post, its only fair if I share the good things that happened. Because after I greatly reduced stress, my bloodsugar was no longer chaotic or problematic, fixed my relation with my mom(it was already great, I just got a little further from her lately), and finally had passionate sex with someone I like, wich was also a huge help on detoxing porn. I felt so loved.
