From Lupus
Wednesday, 7 April 2010
Tuesday, 6 April 2010
Image
We've been talking about Mocuar's self-image a lot today.
She has the habit of always comparing herself negatively to other women. They are always younger, prettier, better tits, better arses, better legs, prettier cunts, more intelligent, wiser, have abilities that she doesn't . . . ad nauseum.
This drives me up the wall. Firstly, I think, she's fucking gorgeous, sex on legs, and a wonderful person as well. Secondly, I'm her Master so what right does she have to tell me I've got lousy taste?
None at all, that's what. Because any negative opinion of herself in that respect is, by extension, a negative opinion of me. And if that's true, why the hell is she with me in the first place?
It's not just her. I am fortunate in that I have female friends who are a) as hot as the interior of an active volcano and b) brilliant people. (To any woman who knows me and is reading this - I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU) They all appear to have similar beliefs about themselves. All unjustified. All I ask is this, ladies. Think about the amount of mental energy you put into negative self-image. Then take just 10% of that energy and put it into recognising the positive in yourself. It will transform you.
As for Mocuar, We will have to work on that. What I want is for her to see herself as I see her.
I daresay there are ways that can bring that about . . .
She has the habit of always comparing herself negatively to other women. They are always younger, prettier, better tits, better arses, better legs, prettier cunts, more intelligent, wiser, have abilities that she doesn't . . . ad nauseum.
This drives me up the wall. Firstly, I think, she's fucking gorgeous, sex on legs, and a wonderful person as well. Secondly, I'm her Master so what right does she have to tell me I've got lousy taste?
None at all, that's what. Because any negative opinion of herself in that respect is, by extension, a negative opinion of me. And if that's true, why the hell is she with me in the first place?
It's not just her. I am fortunate in that I have female friends who are a) as hot as the interior of an active volcano and b) brilliant people. (To any woman who knows me and is reading this - I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU) They all appear to have similar beliefs about themselves. All unjustified. All I ask is this, ladies. Think about the amount of mental energy you put into negative self-image. Then take just 10% of that energy and put it into recognising the positive in yourself. It will transform you.
As for Mocuar, We will have to work on that. What I want is for her to see herself as I see her.
I daresay there are ways that can bring that about . . .
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Who
OK, time (and space) for something really important.
What is the new Dr Who like?
I'm a long time Dr Who-watcher. I remember seeing the very first episode back in 1963, I loved it then, and have ever since.
So what's the verdict?
I like him. He has that anarchic, slightly deranged personality, rather like Tom Baker or Patrick Troughton's Doctors.
I'm looking forward to the rest of the series.
Oh, and the new companion has great legs.
What is the new Dr Who like?
I'm a long time Dr Who-watcher. I remember seeing the very first episode back in 1963, I loved it then, and have ever since.
So what's the verdict?
I like him. He has that anarchic, slightly deranged personality, rather like Tom Baker or Patrick Troughton's Doctors.
I'm looking forward to the rest of the series.
Oh, and the new companion has great legs.
Saturday, 3 April 2010
The Inverted Pentacle
For many years I bought into the whole idea of the goal of spirituality and magic (without a ‘K’) being a way to transcend material life. Most religions, orthodox or ‘new age’ , are infused with the concept of some place or state of being which transcends matter. Heaven, Nirvana, being free from the wheel of incarnation, etc. The idea behind is that there’s something wrong with life, that spirituality is the process of freeing ourselves from the percieved limitations of physical existence. Sitting on a mountain somewhere and feeling At One With The Universe - ‘Wouldn’t it be luvverly”.
Fortunately I came to see this life-denying nonsense as the pile of crap it actually is.
We are physical beings, on a material world and it’s bloody amazing. We should celebrate it, in all it’s aspects, not (metaphorically speaking) hold our noses and turn away.
Two memories spring to mind: I once went to a heavy rock gig with a Pagan friend of mine, the band was great, we sank a few beers, banged our heads and generally had a Good Time. Afterwards he looked at me, smiled, and said “Wasn’t that one of the best invocations of the Horned God you’ve ever seen?” He was right.
The other is from a time in my late 20’s when I first became really involved in magic. I met a qabalistic magician of many years experience and in my naivety was plying him with all kinds of stupid questions. His wife was with us at the time and at one point he stopped me and asked me if I really wanted to know the secret of life.
Of course I did.
He looked at his wife and said “Show us your tits”
“No I won’t” she said
“There you go” he said to me “Ask the universe for what you want. If you get it, be grateful and make the most of it, if you don’t, accept it and hope for the best next time”
It took me the best part of 20 years to really understand the full magickal meaning contained within the truth of that statement.
(just as an aside, I’ve used that device myself a few times since then, and a surprising number of women have actually shown me their tits. Which is always nice when it happens)
Spirituality and magick should never be seen as something that exists apart from life. If your particular belief-system doesn’t work in a crowded town centre on a Saturday afternoon, it’s invalid.
Hence the inverted pentacle.
It is often seen as a bad thing, a sign of the Devil (shock, horror!). Bullshit. It actually represents bringing spirit into matter, the point where life becomes illuminated with magickal energy.
‘Every intentional act is a magickal act’, as Crowley once famously said.
(Speaking of which, Mocuar is sucking me as I write this. There may be a typo or two to correct later)
This is true of magic generally, it’s particularly true of sex magick. I once ploughed my way through a well-known book on the subject, and though there were some good ideas in there, at no point did the author mention that you should actually enjoy it.
It’s really simple: Sex-magick is about FUCKING. Right? Fucking in all of it’s glorious manifestations, getting down and dirty with lots of mess, sweat, and bodily fluids. You can theorise, meditate, connect with the core of your spiritual/sexual being on an ethereal level etc, but sooner or later, you have to fuck someone, even if it's just yourself (check out VIII degree O.T.O.). If you ain't coming, you ain't going . . . anywhere.
A very wise sex-priestess once said to me “It’s a lot easier to bring the magick to someone who’s sexually free than it is to bring the sex to someone who’s magically free”.
OK, if your particular thing is to have your tantric fucking while surrounded by candles, incense, floaty garments and some sickening new age music in the background, so be it. But, for Goddess' sake enjoy it. (I sometimes suspect that a lot of the the new age tantric stuff is trying to find a way to do it,but having as little actual fucking as possible)
The Gods gave us Cocks And Cunts. Use them.
Fortunately I came to see this life-denying nonsense as the pile of crap it actually is.
We are physical beings, on a material world and it’s bloody amazing. We should celebrate it, in all it’s aspects, not (metaphorically speaking) hold our noses and turn away.
Two memories spring to mind: I once went to a heavy rock gig with a Pagan friend of mine, the band was great, we sank a few beers, banged our heads and generally had a Good Time. Afterwards he looked at me, smiled, and said “Wasn’t that one of the best invocations of the Horned God you’ve ever seen?” He was right.
The other is from a time in my late 20’s when I first became really involved in magic. I met a qabalistic magician of many years experience and in my naivety was plying him with all kinds of stupid questions. His wife was with us at the time and at one point he stopped me and asked me if I really wanted to know the secret of life.
Of course I did.
He looked at his wife and said “Show us your tits”
“No I won’t” she said
“There you go” he said to me “Ask the universe for what you want. If you get it, be grateful and make the most of it, if you don’t, accept it and hope for the best next time”
It took me the best part of 20 years to really understand the full magickal meaning contained within the truth of that statement.
(just as an aside, I’ve used that device myself a few times since then, and a surprising number of women have actually shown me their tits. Which is always nice when it happens)
Spirituality and magick should never be seen as something that exists apart from life. If your particular belief-system doesn’t work in a crowded town centre on a Saturday afternoon, it’s invalid.
Hence the inverted pentacle.
It is often seen as a bad thing, a sign of the Devil (shock, horror!). Bullshit. It actually represents bringing spirit into matter, the point where life becomes illuminated with magickal energy.
‘Every intentional act is a magickal act’, as Crowley once famously said.
(Speaking of which, Mocuar is sucking me as I write this. There may be a typo or two to correct later)
This is true of magic generally, it’s particularly true of sex magick. I once ploughed my way through a well-known book on the subject, and though there were some good ideas in there, at no point did the author mention that you should actually enjoy it.
It’s really simple: Sex-magick is about FUCKING. Right? Fucking in all of it’s glorious manifestations, getting down and dirty with lots of mess, sweat, and bodily fluids. You can theorise, meditate, connect with the core of your spiritual/sexual being on an ethereal level etc, but sooner or later, you have to fuck someone, even if it's just yourself (check out VIII degree O.T.O.). If you ain't coming, you ain't going . . . anywhere.
A very wise sex-priestess once said to me “It’s a lot easier to bring the magick to someone who’s sexually free than it is to bring the sex to someone who’s magically free”.
OK, if your particular thing is to have your tantric fucking while surrounded by candles, incense, floaty garments and some sickening new age music in the background, so be it. But, for Goddess' sake enjoy it. (I sometimes suspect that a lot of the the new age tantric stuff is trying to find a way to do it,but having as little actual fucking as possible)
The Gods gave us Cocks And Cunts. Use them.
Friday, 2 April 2010
John Keats, Robert Graves, Nancy Sinatra and Cliff Richard
I first encountered Keat's La Belle dame Sans Merci when I was 15. It moved me in a way I couldn't have described at the time, almost like an echo of a lost dream that I was yet to experience.
Here it is:
Graves, in The White Goddess (a must-read if there ever was one) connects it to the myth of Merlin and Nimue, to the theme of seduction, betrayal and abandonment by the Muse. Now I yield to no one in my admiration for Graves (He was a hell of a poet), but I'm not sure I agree with this. To me it has a dreamy quality, the sorrow of the knight is understandable in the light of a magickal fuck being lost to him ( the reference to 'making sweet moan' is clear) but would he have preferred it not to have happened? I think not.
We now move on a hundred years or so to 1967 and the 'summer of love'. I was 16 at the time and, as the song says, 'Ah yes, I remember it well' There was something special about that year, a glimpse of light beyond the veil. Like the knight's experience, it was a brief glimpse, but it was good while it lasted. Interestingly enough, two singles were released that year which were more or less direct transpositions of La Belle dame Sans Merci.
First this from Nacy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood
I really don't have to explain what 'Summer Wine' represents, do I?
And then there was Cliff:
Even devout christians have their moments . . .
In later life I was to have a few encounters of this nature, for a moment life presents us with The Dream as a living reality. Then it passes. We are foolish if we try to hang on to it. Enjoy, learn and be grateful. There is always more to come.
Here it is:
Graves, in The White Goddess (a must-read if there ever was one) connects it to the myth of Merlin and Nimue, to the theme of seduction, betrayal and abandonment by the Muse. Now I yield to no one in my admiration for Graves (He was a hell of a poet), but I'm not sure I agree with this. To me it has a dreamy quality, the sorrow of the knight is understandable in the light of a magickal fuck being lost to him ( the reference to 'making sweet moan' is clear) but would he have preferred it not to have happened? I think not.
We now move on a hundred years or so to 1967 and the 'summer of love'. I was 16 at the time and, as the song says, 'Ah yes, I remember it well' There was something special about that year, a glimpse of light beyond the veil. Like the knight's experience, it was a brief glimpse, but it was good while it lasted. Interestingly enough, two singles were released that year which were more or less direct transpositions of La Belle dame Sans Merci.
First this from Nacy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood
I really don't have to explain what 'Summer Wine' represents, do I?
And then there was Cliff:
Even devout christians have their moments . . .
In later life I was to have a few encounters of this nature, for a moment life presents us with The Dream as a living reality. Then it passes. We are foolish if we try to hang on to it. Enjoy, learn and be grateful. There is always more to come.
Thursday, 1 April 2010
Where to now?
We have a growing sense of something opening up.
recent events have triggered a cascade; the last few days have been marked by a growing connection with our power, accompanied by frustration at having to attend to the mundane realities of life. We never seem to have enough time.
So, at the moment, it's like a train in the distance. We're on the platform, we know it's coming, but we don't know exactly when it's going to arrive and where it's going to take us.
We're beginning to be aware of the full transformational nature of BDSM Magick. It's both exciting , slightly scary and comes with a big sense of responsibility. Which is good. In the past I've found that when that particular combination of feelings occurs in relation to some upcoming experience, it usually means I'm on to something.
So we're following our instinct and trusting that. It's a leap of faith, but what the hell, sometimes you just have to jump.
recent events have triggered a cascade; the last few days have been marked by a growing connection with our power, accompanied by frustration at having to attend to the mundane realities of life. We never seem to have enough time.
So, at the moment, it's like a train in the distance. We're on the platform, we know it's coming, but we don't know exactly when it's going to arrive and where it's going to take us.
We're beginning to be aware of the full transformational nature of BDSM Magick. It's both exciting , slightly scary and comes with a big sense of responsibility. Which is good. In the past I've found that when that particular combination of feelings occurs in relation to some upcoming experience, it usually means I'm on to something.
So we're following our instinct and trusting that. It's a leap of faith, but what the hell, sometimes you just have to jump.
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