the agony & the fuckery

O sad wind, add your snow-song to my grief,
and shade the pale sunbeams;

mourn softly in your shroud of solemn clouds
for my dead dreams.

I feel the winter breathing cold and grey,
and glad would I forget;

but the sad ghosts in the graveyard of my mind
remember yet.

 The Wyndcliffe~Louise Lawrence

~  ~  ~

I don’t wish to overwhelm you with sorrow.

But you’ve been had, you know.

An armada of …

… recipes-for-happiness have connived convinced you that sorrow is depressing.

That is not a healing attitude.

The library shelves near me seem only to recognise sorrow as a response to death-loss.

But at last I stumbled upon one with deeper understanding …

Unresolved grief is like a low-grade fever

For those unable to make peace with their pain, there was a gradual diminishment of their life force … it was not just the most recent griefs that underlay their intermittent depression & dysfunction but the imprint of losses long past-yet still painfully present

innumerable unacknowledged losses that cause the scarring & callousing that numb our surface … close us down

Ahhh yes this is music to the ears. I continue.

What odd creatures we are that when the heart aches most, calling to us most directly to attend to it’s pain, we may be least likely to do so … The unwillingness to touch our pain with mercy, even with forgiveness… We construct labyrinthine defenses & a moat around our heart …

Whoa … what just happened there?

Where did that inner growl come from?

I retrace my word-steps …

And there it is:

The unwillingness to touch our pain with mercy, even with forgiveness

I’ll explain in a minute.

Meantime I need to lay some ground work.

The writer of the above is an expert on pain & suffering.

Expert – “someone who interrupts the simple flowing of life with facts, complexity & learned condescension” (ok, ok I made that up)

This particular expert has years of experience …

… helping people die …

well.

He’s not alone.

Hmmm, do you think you have to do it well because you only get one chance?

Or is it to be a new Game Show?

Better not fuck it up then I guess!

Today’s hospice/grief workers have the air of yesterday’s Mother Teresa, or yesteryear’s holocaust survivors.  Untouchable because media-enhancedsuffering fashioned them that way.

I’m unimpressed fucked off.

Why do these wonders of humanity not ask why so many people have to be carted off to hospices (to die well) in the first place? Why so many bra-damaged, breastless women?  Why so many overly-prostrated men?

Why so many legally chemo-poisoned people?

What hypocrisy is it that honours deathers while making a mockery of health & life?

If a society worships dying, then that loyalty is certainly going to block the recognition of ummm … anomalies:

The hospice nurses come once a day and do a quick checkup. About the only comfort they offer is to up his dose of morphine if he’s having breakthrough pain

Why is the abuse of animals a much more sensitive issue in America, and more important than inhuman, treatment of real human beings. Specifically the Terminal, the Sick and the Elderly?

These groups of people are targeted and funneled into Hospice (the silent killer) to cut Medicare cost

The Institution of Hospice has grown away from its original purpose, taking on a dark agenda, devouring the terminally ill and feeding off the vulnerable, the sick and the elderly by any means necessary. Including seductive kick-backs for hospice referrals

What’s so unbelievable is the way that hospice can convince people they are doing ‘good’ and ‘mercy’ for their loved ones. It appears to me that they use a type of forceful brainwashing where they take the family at their most vulnerable time, convince them the only way the patient won’t suffer is by using hospice, and lie to them about what is actually happening …. With such an ‘ad campaign‘ in the newspapers and elsewhere, I don’t know how to begin to make people understand what hospice is doing

Show me someone who venerates life these days & I just might kiss their shoes – well I’d be on the ground already, having fainted by the proximity of such a rare human.

Can you tell my why death …

…  has become such an idolized passed-time?

Or why the media has run so hard & so fast with certain people & their (often unproven) ideas?

And while there is no doubt Kübler-Ross made an important contribution to the treatment of dying patients … she also contributed to a kind of cultlike reverence for the allegedly superior truth-telling wisdom of the dying (and later the dead as well) …

…  a sentimentalizing of mortality that’s become incorporated into popular culture and can be seen as the source of such death-obsessed dramas as …

Touched by an Angel and Dead Like Me—and series like Six Feet Under and the proliferations of CSIs, in which the dead body is fetishized as a catalyst for truth telling.

She began identifying herself as a “scientist” … and declared that the dying process (and then the grieving process, too) …

… had those famous five stages … She became a saintly icon, the Queen of Death.

… her alleged “science” of Death ‘n’ Dying lives on in all its meretriciousness, rarely challenged any more. According to Kübler-Ross, there’s a right way and a wrong way to die, a sober responsible Five Stage Way. Forget “Do not go gentle into that good night” by that alcoholic Welshman Dylan Thomas. You better go gentle, buster, you better die the New Age Way or you’ll never appreciate how beautiful death can be … a culmination of Kübler-Ross’ love affair with death.

We must constantly be staring death in the face … or we’re really not living life … Part of this ideology was rooted in the overheated overrated polemic by the Freudian Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death …


… in which he blamed all of civilization’s problems on its unwillingness to stare death in the face. (One could argue that all civilization’s achievements were accomplished by those who didn’t have time to dwell on the obvious fact that they were going to die.)

But is denial always a bad thing? Must death be regimented so it loses its mystery? …  Are we in denial if we don’t watch every terrorist beheading video or gaze repeatedly at the descent of those who jumped from the World Trade Center towers?”  Link

I’m tired of reality lies.  Aren’t you?


Mother Teresa was not a friend of the poor. She was a friend of poverty …  She said that suffering was a gift from God

Mother Teresa has collected many, many millions (some say: billions) of Dollars in the name of India’s paupers …  Where did all this money go? It is surely not used to improve the lot of those, for whom it was meant …  “The suffering of the poor is something very beautiful and the world is being very much helped by the nobility of this example of misery and suffering,” said Mother Teresa

The legend of her Homes for the Dying has moved the world to tears. Reality, however, is scandalous: In the overcrowded and primitive little homes, many patients have to share a bed with others. Though there are many suffering from tuberculosis, AIDS and other highly infectious illnesses, hygiene is no concern

Teresa emitted a continual flow of promotional misinformation about herself. She claimed that her mission in Calcutta fed over a thousand people daily. On other occasions she jumped the number to 4000, 7000, and 9000. Actually her soup kitchens fed not more than 150 people (six days a week) … She claimed that her school in the Calcutta slum contained five thousand children when it actually enrolled less than one hundred.

Teresa claimed to have 102 family assistance centers in Calcutta, but longtime Calcutta resident, Aroup Chatterjee, who did an extensive on-the-scene investigation of her mission, could not find a single such center

So where’d all this money go anyway?  … Take one guess. Straight into the Vatican’s pocket

Anyway sorry, that may have been more than a minute.

So where was I …

Ah yes, that sentence …

The unwillingness to touch our pain with mercy, even with forgiveness

The experts tell us that we run from pain, that we fear it.  Yet all is not lost, for with their help we can overcome it.

I’m sure that among the mountain of profit prophets there are well-meaning people, but I think they’re all pretty damn useless.

Question:

“What if the West is (& always has been) a place of great sickness?”

What then?

Exactly whereabouts inside this sickness would you find this fantastic healing?

How does one leper heal another?  Hoe does one blind person lead another?

What if it is impossible to find health within the West?

What then?

What if the very tools we were given

… the English language, religion, logic, science, facts, education, medicine, mechanisation etc. actually constitute implements of death?

Right now, it seems we are being shown …

… that every road leads Westward…

… to death.

Question:

How hard would it be to set up a civilisation?  To wash the brains of a group of people so well that they believed themselves the most advanced race the world had ever known.

What if the truth was a whole lot sicker?

*** The West is a highly infectious & terminal illness ***

Symptoms include:

  • Apathy
  • Breast enhancement
  • Cancer Research
  • Drug addictions
  • English language
  • Facebook
  • Google
  • Hollywood
  • Identity insanity
  • Joylessness
  • Katie Perry
  • Logic
  • Media
  • Nonsense
  • Oprah
  • Qualification obsession
  • Roman Catholicism
  • Spongebob
  • Terror twaddle
  • Uniformity
  • Vaccinations
  • Wasting life
  • X-rated mind pulping
  • Yahoo
  • Zionising Trumpery

As you would expect with terminal disease, the closer one gets to the end, the deadlier the symptoms & …

… the greater the fascination with dying.

From where I am seeing, the proof that we live in terminal disease is … everywhere.  One of the deadliest symptoms currently being presented is the belief that:

Living is a crime.

A couple of weeks ago I was in the company of a good man.  A year ago his kidney was executed for malingering with intent.  After which he was judged eligible for radiation parole.  Follow up monitoring has shown that two lumps in his lung have now become four … but he’s to relax & leave it six months before more testing.

I know that living is a crime because he’s been judged fit for work & excreted back into the laboured FORCE.  When he finishes his slave-day he’s too tired to do what he loves.

He is a sculptor.

HOWEVER

if & when he gets his death sentence, he is going to pack in the slaving & do what he loves with the time he has left. I swear it sounded like that’s what he wanted.

With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising

When someone with so much talent is returned to the ‘plantation’ just to keep the system running – I know the world I live in, is sick.

When someone that talented is unable to envisage a way to take back his life – I know the society I live in is very sick indeed.

Have you noticed that the only time in the West when it’s ok to live, is when you’re dying?

Have you noticed what an “insect” you are (apologies to insects) while you live, yet should you be murdered, no expense will be spared to bring your killer to justice …

… unless of course you were murdered
for your own good.

Have you noticed how crazy it makes people when you attempt to take back your life?  How upsetting for them if you leave your job, begin creating, or hone your personal gifts & then give them back to the world without trying to turn a profit?

I know the West is a terminal disease because …

… it’s  knowledge comes from death.

I know the West is a terminal disease because …

… it crucified Ma.

I know the West is a terminal disease because  …

… it murdered its own future.

And I know the West is a pathological illness because it …

makes a killing out of lies & disinfo.

Obviously I can’t claim to know THE Truth because I’m not an Expert. Yet today I’m playing seriously nonetheless.

I find the concept of the West as incurably diseased to be exceptionally liberating …

When you know you can’t fix something …

… you are freed to let go & walk/create a different path.

Truth, or our perception of it, is a function of our limited, culture-bound understanding … The best we can do is hope to rise above our culture as much as possible … to see our biases, challenge themwillingly allow our view of the world to shatter as our biases knuckle under the blows of scrutiny” ~ Sydney Ross Singer

~  ~  ~

Sorry, I see I diverged from the …

Original Growl yet again …

now where did I leave …

… that sentence?

Ah yes …

The unwillingness to touch our pain with mercy, even with forgiveness

If we’re going to walk a different path, we do need to see where we’ve been had by our culture.

First off:

WE ARE NOT (& never have been)

unwilling

 to

 touch

our pain.

To get closer to truth you’re going to travel in the opposite direction

It looks something like this

The truth is that we strive relentlessly to reconnect to our pain
(and always have).

These years that I have been writing, have been in part, an ongoing attempt to reconnect with old, but not passed, pain.

I have felt like someone who returned to their village to find it devastated … I think everyone is dead but I’m not sure because huge iron railings have been constructed all around it & I cannot get in.  I want to see if anyone still lives, if not I want to grieve & bury those I loved with dignity.  Then I want to see what memories have been left that I may take away with me.

But I can’t get in.

So instead I prowl like some bizarre zoo animal trying to break into its cage, rather than out.

When we are locked out of our sorrow, we become homeless:

I was six years old when my mother died, & my father chose not to tell us the truth … Every time I would ask the family about her, they would cry, so I stopped asking … I’m going to be forty-two this year, & there is a first grader still inside me who can hardly read but is expected to keep the end of the world to herself.
And because of the conspiracy of silence in my family, I lived a lie for most of my youth.  I lost track of my life

That story is hugely telling.  At the same time, for this article, it does us a disservice. For it ties sorrow back into death-loss & I do so want to cry out that sorrow is a million & one happenings beyond love & death.

Where the wounding comes, where the West gets deadly terminal, is in shutting out the mourning.

For always with mourning comes light, healing & understanding:

Through the blackest night, mourning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn”  ~Robert Brault

Weeping may go on all night, but in the mourning there is joy” ~Psalm 30:5

Sadness flies on the wings of the mourning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light”  ~Jean Giraudoux

You can only come to the mourning through the shadows”  ~J.R.R. Tolkien

For what human ill does not dawn [mourning] seem to be an alleviation?”  ~Thornton Wilder

It is NO coincidence that morning & mourning are twinned sounds.

Shakespeareknew (of course), & fucked about with it (as usual):

A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo

That’s a load of bollocks, Willie!

Mourning re-calls life

It was the lark, the herald of the morn …
I must be gone and live, or stay and die” ~Romeo & Juliet

* Bollocks alert* * Bollocks alert*

If you wish to live you must stay with the mourning.  Just look at Romeo – he ran away & died.

The lark will tell us:

The lark is a positive image of life reawakening in the morning

In many different cultures and eras, the lark and the lotus each have stood as powerful symbols of creation and strength. Their delicate beauty belie great transformative powers

Looks to me like the terminally ill West seeks to put out the light of morning – I wonder why?

You’re not in the East, okay ?
You’re not in China. This is the West. The sun doesn’t rise here, it sets here

This is the West, not the East. The sun may rise where we come from… but here is where it sets” ~Shanghai Noon

It looks as if Shakespeare, like Kübler-Ross, had a love affair with death …

… especially that of women.

Mind you “Shakespeare” was one of the founding fathers of the West & the West does seem to have an allergic reaction to life – women of course have a nasty habit of bringing forth & nurturing life.

Meet Dawn / Aurora / Eos – a Mother of Mourning – who ushers the world & it’s people back to life/light

Why would the terminally ill West seek to put out the light of mourning?

This is the West. The sun doesn’t rise here, it sets here

A light of Dawn was put out on Samhain (1st Nov) 2006 …

The Celtic year was divided into two seasons: the light and the dark, celebrating the light at Beltane on May 1st and the dark at Samhain on November 1st. Therefore, the Feast of Samhain marks one of the two great doorways … The Celts observed time as proceeding from darkness to light because they understood that in dark silence comes whisperings of new beginnings, the stirring of the seed below the ground

Strange isn’t it – the suffocation of two literary women who symbolised the dawn.

Through the blackest night, mourning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn

What I want to suggest is that mourning can is meant to, return us to life.

Now this should be a hideous thought for many of you.

And there’s a damned good reason for that.

You see
you & me
have been very cleverly
conditioned to …

recoil
from
our own
emotional pain.

You think
you fear it
because
you’ve been told so,
many thousands of times.

Question:

How often have you been betricked & betrayed by your civiliesation?

So lets look at what first.

What am I talking about?

I’m talking about the thousand pains we carry with us on a daily basis – the hurts that once cut so deep they sliced through to our bones & then went on to fester because we never stopped to tend them.

Had we taken the time to clean & stitch & bandage our wounds they would have healed.

Alas we did not.

But then again …
emotional wounds
do not bleed,
there is no torn flesh,
no chipped or fractured bones –
no evidence of anything at all.

So how on earth do you tend to bone-deep wounds of the heart & mind?

With mourning.

It’s simple really.

When you mourn –

you can tend directly to your pain…

First comes the willingness to see,
maybe it’s just the tiniest peep,
just enough to show yourself
the extent of the injury,

… then comes the bathing –
with attention or understanding or kindness or tears,

then apply the dressing of time,
plenty of time
& as you allow this
you learn
what you needed to learn
& so that you are able to …

… truly heal
so that …

… when you make your next move
it is in a direction
of your choice.

Maybe it takes a minute, a day, a week or a year – but at the end of that time, the knowledge & healing is yours to keep, forever.

If you cannot mourn
you are doomed to repeat the same pain
again & again …

& again.

If you can’t mourn, you just can’t hold on to learning – & you cannot heal, or let go or move on. We can no more walk away from our pain & sorrow than we can from our own shadow.

You can only come to the mourning through the shadows

The thing is, if we could just return to our common senses we would know that we never wanted to run away from them.

Once upon a time
we dived into our own pain with gusto
& nothing & no one
was allowed to take it away until …

… we had had our fill.

So why have we been fuckery & betrayal?

Simple.

If you can lock down the emotions of a human
you have them
contained,
controlled
crippled

… they are going nowhere, ever.
Now that’s the kind of control that would make a dictator drool.

Although there has been containment of humanity for eons, it is the Western world that turned it into an ART form.

So come with me on a tour of the …

… Museum of Artistic Control.

We’ll start with the LOGIC exhibition”

“Once used as a tool to assist questioning, it was honed …

… into the killing machine in the West”

Logic is like the sword–those who appeal to it shall perish by it.”

Logic is one thing, the human animal another

But logic never could convince the heart

Aristotle believed [deductive reasoning] was the most effective mode of persuasion

It is now no mystery that some quite influential ‘philosophers’ were ‘mentally’ ill

As Freud says somewhere, reason is not a strong force in human life but it is persistent and in the long run may prevail

We now know that Jesus actually warned people about logic … however he is quoted as saying that it was like talking …

… to a brick wall.

He distinctly advised against using logic on an injured person:

how can you say to your neighbor, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ while the log is in your own eye?

You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your neighbor’s eye

Of course he was a bit of a bugger for using coded references – LOG + (I)Eye + (C)See, you see.

Nevertheless his message is valid.

Logic as we now know is sharply acidic – it cannot tend emotions because it burns them.  Strong emotions are already blistering & searing – & need acceptance, space & time – to burn out &/or settle down

The selling of logic has had much to do with the selling out of emotion.

A dashed cunning way this was achieved, was by the …

… wooing & winning of emotions,
when we gave our hearts to the

… priests of logic.

The Church of Logic
with altars in every home

Moving right along …

Now we come to one of the most popular exhibits of the museum … & rightly so.

Zionising Trumpery remains one of the masterpieces
of the 20th century Western world.
Named after
one of its earliest triumphs …

… the make-over of Palestine.

The out & out success of out-trumping Palestinians
via the application of Jewish-uber-suffering,
led to Zionising Trumpery
becoming
an art form.

This was a era when photographers outpainted the Grand Masters,
producing pictures of ten thousand words,
that seared the minds of millions.

One of the finest examples of Zionising Trumpery was the …

the Pulitzer Prize-winning photograph taken during the Vietnam War on June 8, 1972

It was branded into the brain from the very first viewing.

You know what’s happening in that picture, don’t you?

You wove your own story from the information given, from your ‘knowledge’ of the Vietnam war (gained through the media) & then you mixed in your own understanding of fear/horror.

Congratulations – you were trumped!

While that image was napalmed into your mind, that girl moved on, she healed, grew up, married, had children – she now lives in Canada …

… & gives talks about her experiences.
Even the Queen has shaken her hand.

But most of you didn’t know that, did you?  The burns that image caused in your  mind were never tended.

Below is a link to further your healing now – a few images & a very short video.

Watch the video clip.

I have to say I was confused – I just couldn’t connect the feel of the footage with the horrored-faces of the prize-winning photo.

It made me ask questions too.

Many questions:

  • Where & when did the photographer capture  that scene of horror?  Certainly not during the footage-filming.
  • Why is she wearing no pants – there don’t seem to be burns to the lower part of her body.  What we know is that that image would NEVER have had the same impact without her nakedness.
  • Where are the adults from the village?
  • Why do the soldiers pay absolutely no attention to a naked girl screaming her lungs out.
  • Why is the uninjured boy so distraught, while the children at the back are only moderately so – indeed one seems merely to be suspicious of the photographer?
  • Wasn’t it lucky that the children were so nicely spread out across the road & not bunched together to make such a great shot.

There are other anomalies – look for yourself.

For me, only the woman with the baby has a genuine, awful feel – yet she seems almost out-of-place.  Her baby is naked because all it’s clothes were burned off, unlike the girl …

… on centre stage.

I’m not saying this isn’t real – but when you put the footage with the picture you may end up geting a feeling of  of a set(up) of the whole shoot’.

Now let’s go back to mourning.

What pictures & stories like this have done is trivialise our (ordinary) lives & our (ordinary) stories.  Nothing that has happened within our lives is going to compare with the suffering of these people.  We did not drop the napalm, or pull the trigger, or gas or starve anybody, yet our guilt is expertly insinuated by our connection to the inhuman race – & so we are convicted & sentenced to suffer, as if we had.

We should have been ‘smelling rats’
but we did not.

For the people who committed the atrocities
are the very same people
who had them captured them on film
& then fed back to us

we become the mad cows who were poisoned with a diet
of polaroided dead flesh.

Let me be controversial – well even more so.

I believe that both you & I carry pain far worse than the napalm girl.

Why?

Because she healed & we were not allowed to.

Using media standards of pain as a benchmark for suffering, prohibited us from owning our own torments – because there was always someone worse off, EVERY night on the news.

I complained that I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.”

Who makes this crap up?

My sister & I suffered a particularly cruel, yet apparently trivial fate for years, thanks in part to blessed Mother Teresa.  Four times a week, lumpy, yet runny, ‘eye’-filled mashed potatoes were served up for dinner – it was quite literally torture for us, sometimes we would throw up …

… our anguish was trumped by reminders of Mother Teresa & the starving in India. So desperate were she & I to escape the hated mash we even resorted for a time to eating grated raw potato.

I have not doubt that this experience played a big part in both of us developing eating disorders. No matter how often either of us have tried to explain the revulsion of those times, not one has ever understood & it’s as if we have remained in a kind of limbo of un-acknowledgement.

So Rach, my dearest sister, in conjunction with my dearest readers, this is for you:
I hereby acknowledge the (approx) 2,500 times you suffered this gut-wrenching distress.

You see it’s here in all the ‘small’, anonymous, disregarded, forgotten, nameless, neglected, overlooked, unacclaimed, undistinguished, unhonored, unnamed, unrecognized pains that the people of the West were done slowly to death.

We are dead now, or almost dead … well do you honestly call your days, life?

And now we’re being fooled yet again by the idea that we are ‘awake’, so that we won’t notice how close to your last uninspired breath we are.

It doesn’t have to be this way of course.

But we must understand that the West, like Elizabeth Kübler-Ross, Shakespeare, Mother Teresa, the Great Masters, the Great authors, the Great film-makers, the Great leaders of the West, were GREAT because they followed the Great Tenets of the Western World, that:

Living is a crime

&

Death is glorious

There is nothing in the West to honour life.

Even our holidays revolve around a baby doomed to die & his future self beings gloriously mutilated.

Jesus’ crucifixion was a masterpiece of ,em>Zionising Trumpery-

… why do you think his death was & is, so ‘pushed‘?
Because it is the arrival & departure terminal of the West.

The only reason Jesus’ words were given a platform was to disguise the message the trumpers were out-trumped his life with:

Living is a crime

&

Death is glorious

The crucifixion itself is a give-away you know
look closely
it’s another

 … set-up


… with each scene
meticulously directed.

That overkill is …

… the stuff of Batman & Robin’s endless near death experiences
at the end of each episode.

Well I think I’ve gone on long enough – I’m not sure if I’ve even managed to say what I really wanted to say.

I wanted to say that it’s time to tend to our own wounds.

And to say that no one is going to come & do that for you.

Don’t worry, you don’t have to go looking for them – they’re with your right now – they are the fabric of your life & always have been – you relive them every day & every job & every relationship & every friendship & every illness.

You may have abandoned them, but they never left you.

Look don’t let the fuckery of the West get in the way.

From what I can see it comes down to a desire & hunger to live – if you have that you open your own path back to yourself.

A couple of weeks ago I got to a place of such emotional turmoil, that I did what I’d never done before – I stopped waiting for someone else to authenticate my pain & did it for myself.

I went for a walk on the beach & took the time to acknowledge a lifelong agony.  It’s actually really hard to type that word ‘agony’ because it seems so dramatic, so over the top, how dare I claim such a thing –  but you see that’s the trumpery working so very well indeed.

The day after finally acknowledging how much I hurt, a programme I’d found on the internet was sitting in my letterbox.  I’m now two weeks into a very novel approach to healing Chronic Fatigue which involves calming down the amygdala, the fear centre of the brain & body.  I have been seeing that most of the agony I’ve experienced has been relentlessly generated within myself.

The main thing I’ve come to understand is that so much of this pain need never have happened had I been allowed to mourn when & what I needed to mourn.  Instead, from lack of undertsanding  I crafted the most bizarre explanations & reasonings, had I mourned, my mind would have been able to adequately map out the terrain of pain, building my own pictures  that would been mine to use & refer to in any future scenarios.

Without the mourning we lose our way.

Understand this, it’s NOT scary.  In fact when it’s you calling yourself home,  it has amazing beauty.

And it allows us to move on.

You hear the crying and the death wail at night,” he recalled, “it’s a real eerie, frightening sound to hear. Sad sound… to hear them all crying. And then after the funeral, everything would go back to normal

Keening was a practice common in Ireland where women would come to the wake and loudly lament the loss of a loved one

The Irish tradition of keening over the body … praise for the deceased, emphasis on the woeful condition of those left behind etc. set to vocal lament. While generally carried out by one or several women, a chorus may have been intoned by all present. Physical movements involving rocking, kneeling or clapping  … After consistent opposition from the Roman Catholic Church in Ireland … in 1631, 1748 and 1800 that went so far as to recommend excommunication for offenders, the practice became extinct

She began the high, whining keen of the death wail…It rose to a high piercing whine and subsided into a moan. Mama raised it three times and then she turned and went into the house…

LCaoineadh na dTrí Muire (The Lament of the Three Marys)

And just as my eyes start seeing
After all the pain
The twist in my life starts healing
Just to twist again
In stillness, in sorrow
Returns that softly sighing lament

Lament

And just as the smile’s returning
After all the pain
The fire inside stops burning
Just to burn again
In moments of madness
Returns that softly sighing lament
(Lament ~ Ultravox)

Remember:

  1. You’ve been tricked out of your pain by the Western World tenets. Don’t be tricked out of returning to yourself by the fuckery of these Western world tenets.
  2. Much of your pain was cunningly crafted via your civiliesation.
  3. But it’s YOU who maintains it now.  Though you’d probably prefer to die by the sword than admit that. (Refer to points 1 & 2 again)

Enjoy.

Text in this colour from Unattended Sorrow ~ Stephen Levine

November 24, 2011. Uncategorized. 34 comments.

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November 21, 2011. Uncategorized. 5 comments.

the prisoners of azka-bra-n

  “Not much has been written about the Nereids
of modern Greece.  Wherever there is
a warm healing stream
the believe that if flows …

…  from the breasts of the Nereids

James Theodore Bent 

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mammary    1680s, from Fr. mammaire, from L. mamma “breast,” probably from the child’s word for “mother“.

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mamma    1570s, … reduplication of *ma– that is nearly universal among the I.E. languages … Probably a natural sound in baby-talk, perhaps imitative of sound made while sucking

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Over the last few years,
I have wondered
why the breast …

… has been so desecrated.

What is there about a mammary that could be so threatening that a multitude of campaigns have been launched against them?

They don’t appear to be
particularly frightening.

So why the full frontal attack?

Well when you start asking
wider questions,
it seems you really must expect to encounter
Tales of the Completely

Unexpected

Let our strange journey begin.

Many years ago I went to see a movie I never saw. I don’t know whether I walked into the wrong theatre or they mixed up the movies, but that day I unintentionally watched Soldier Blue.

I remember that I liked it enough to take a friend to see it a couple of years later.

But it had changed.

The first time it was gritty.

The second (less-edited) time, it was brutal.

A good number of critics in 1970 believed that Soldier Blue had set a new mark in cinematic violence, as a result of its graphic scenes of Cheyenne women and children being slaughtered …  its U.S. poster boast that it was “The Most Savage Film in History.” A massive hit in Great Britain and much of the rest of the world

Wikipedia just gave you that information.

But Wikipedia left something out.

I wonder why?

There’s a scene in that movie that slams through the head like a mallet & is never forgotten.

Partly because you’re left wondering:

“Who the fuck would ever, ever think to do or show that?”

We don’t see the breast come off, but we do see the bloodthirsty soldier begin cutting away at her flesh before the camera itself cuts away

among the edited carnival of cruelty that was removed from the originally cut down 135 minute version were shots of breasts being sliced off and batted around

“This notoriously violent ‘western’ comes to DVD at last … but lamentably …  is still missing the ‘rape scene’ in which an Indian woman has her breast cut off”   wtf???

Something that has been going on for a long time was shown to us, in Soldier Blue.

A
fear & loathing
of the breast.

I am inclined to think that movie was made for this scene, with …

… the brutality in the rest of the film being a cover story – to allow this expression of breast hatred to be injected into the minds of a generation.

Oh dear have I lost the plot?

Can’t we have a nice meaty article?

Why would boobs, tits, knockers, jugs, gazongas, fun bags or hooters warrant this kind of attention?

Thanks to a video clip that moochoo sent to Paulo, & Paulo sent to me, a whole series of disconnected ideas all came together.  I do hope you watched that video – even just the first 10 minutes will do.

It reminded the women of what we already knew but had been societised to forget:

That the heart of a woman
is found in her breasts.

&
from here
emanates the might, power, strength
& wisdom of the (healthy) feminine.

Through the Celtic Rebels work, I started to see for myself, that the attack on the feminine is not what we’ve been led to believe.

Women have long known that there is something very wrong – but the two & two they were directed to put together to get the answer male domination – does not add up.

If men have dominated women in order to turn them into sex objects & baby factories, WHY would they attack the breast?

Why would they destroy that which they need as much as the babe?

A German research published in New England Journal of Medicine and Weekly World News said that men staring at women’s breasts in fact prolong their lives

Just 10 minutes of staring at the charms of a well-endowed female … is equivalent to a 30-minute aerobics work-out,” said author Dr. Karen Weatherby, a gerontologist

Why on earth would they …

take down

… the peace that surpasseth all understanding?

I am currently entertaining this theory to dinner:

That it is the breast …

… that calls life into life …

… that calls to the man to the woman.

… that calls to the babe in the womb,
to be born …

That is why the infant seeks the breast immediately after birth.

Thus we might say …

The breast is the mother

Paradise is opened at the command of mothers”  ~ Egyptian Proverb

(pay attention to this thousand-word-picture)
– Jehovah is left (behind) while Eve takes central position …
but even she is relegated to second place,
behind her breast.

I realise most women & men will have given little thought to the breast …

… other than as they have been instructed.

We’re going to change that today.

First off I need to flesh out an idea that The Celtic Rebel introduced me to – a demonisation/repugnance of the feminine that has nothing to do with subjugation of women.

I accidentally grasped it a few months ago while watching
the …

that extra popular
English comedy
about a group of blokes
who put on a strip show for women.

I was not on duty that night, I was not looking to find anything – I just wanted to chill out before bed.

It was a scene of three women in a men’s toilet, that did it.  One of the women is upset so her friend goes over to the urinal, lifts up her skirt & pees ‘man-style’ in order to cheer her up.

Really?

A woman would think of that?

Another woman would find it funny!

How did I never question that before?

From then on, I saw what I’d always missed – constant images/suggestions of the unpleasantness of women v male comradeship & bonding:

I also saw the immense bond between the men … they find strength in each other

I think what sealed it was the unbelievable sub plot of the chubby best friend who cannot have sex with …

… his buxom, eager wife because he’s doesn’t feel desirable?

Are you kidding?

It’s only through the thoughts generated as I write this article
that I now realise something I’ve seen but not seen

 that the undeveloped

male breast

is the new religion

Since re-watching this movie, I’ve seen & felt this message of distaste for women being repeated over & over – one of the most recent (extreme) cases is the movie Bridesmaids.

So let’s look at the biggest sellout of our culture …

“A bra goosesteps you into womanhood whether
you’re ready or not

Lets look at how the modern world 

double-crosses the heart …

… of the budding girl-woman.

Over 90% of Australian women wear a bra, most without ever asking why

You know you’ve done a damned good job as a …

Prison Warden when your prisoners consider the donning of their shackles as a rite of passage:

Culturally when a girl gets her first bra, it may be seen as a rite of passage and symbolic of her coming of age

A first bra signifies the entrance into womanhood that so many young ladies await with great anticipation

You know you’ve done a damned good job as a Prison Warden when your prisoners consider their shackles as a must-have fashion accessory:

British women – 3,000 of them – have nominated the push-up bra as the greatest fashion invention of all time? In a survey conducted by Debenhams, the cantilevering brassière scored a hefty 20 per cent of the vote, well ahead of more sophisticated stalwarts such as the stiletto and Hepburn’s little black dress

At school my boobs were bigger than all my friends’ and I was afraid to show them. Now, I feel they make my outfits look better. They’re like an accessory~ Jessica Simpson

I’d definitely pose nude again. No qualms. I actually had my breasts done again. Just updated, like new tires”   Jessica Hahn

Forget offering them a grownup-looking business suit or strapless evening gown instead.  As far as these little girls are concerned, wearing a bra is the key to dressing like a woman

You know you’ve done a damned good job as a Prison Warden when you have fooled the unshackled inmates into promoting your agenda:

If you want your t*ts at you belly button by time your 40 …

let em hang girl!

ofcourse, strapping down your boobs is the first step into womanhood i believe

Women are always complaining about men’s fascination with breasts. But what if men were absolutely indifferent to breasts? What would women do then with these things that serve one function once or twice in a lifetime, and the rest of the time are just in the way?”

You know you have done a great job as Earth’s Prison Warden when you created a race of ‘cultured’ idiots:

male and female created he them

Twenty years ago a pregnant, 41 year old woman, Soma Grismaijer  discovered a lump in her breast – the fear for her (& their unborn baby) led this woman & her husband, Sydney Ross Singer to an amazing uncovery:

Soma & I returned to the United States within a week of discovering her breast lump … we arrived home both emotionally & physically exhausted … When Soma removed her clothes … I noticed [her] breasts were outlined by dark red lines.  The lines had been left by her bra.  Before I could say anything, Soma began to rub her reddened skin.  She did this unconsciously, & I realised that she always did this after removing her bra.  I suddenly recalled a conversation that had taken place between Soma & a Fijian woman …


What are they for?

How would you respond to such a question?+
I never thought about it before.  I guess it’s just the custom
 … taking the bra & feeling it, she asked, “Doesn’t it feel tight?
Sometimes,” Soma answered.  “But I suppose you get used to it.

Soma’s husband then recalls learning about the process of castrating bulls:

You simply wrap a band around the base of the scrotum.  The band constricts the blood flow & starves the constricted tissue, which eventually shrivels up & withers away

A theory, culminating in intense research followed:

When we first announced our theory and research linking breast cancer with the wearing of bras, we were laughed at, ridiculed, or simply ignored.   “How can a foundation garment lead to disease?   Absurd.   It’s too simplistic.   There is no scientific evidence … 

That was back in 1995 … We had expected an open-minded, if not enthusiastic reception to our research showing that bras are the leading cause of breast cancer.   We were naïve.   Breast cancer is more than a disease …

… It is a cultural phenomenon

Nowhere in modern medicine, as far as I can determine, is there a serious appreciation of human beings as cultural entities

Truth, or our perception of it, is a function of our limited, culture-bound understanding & is often as fluid as a change in custom … The best we can do is hope to rise above our culture as much as possible …

… to see our biaseschallenge them, willingly allow our view of the world to shatter as our biases knuckle under the blows of scrutiny

So why not let your world view shatter a little:

There was a 125 fold increase in breast cancer incidence between women who were bra-free and those who wore bras 24 hours daily.  Wearing a bra over 12 hours daily conferred a 113 fold increase in breast cancer incidence

Breast cancer in a twelve-month-old mouse … is not the same as breast cancer in a sixty year old woman … Given the obvious pitfalls of tissue culture & animal studies, why are they the mainstay of human cancer research?

It is the rule of life that the simplest answers frequently provide the most profound solutions to our problems

Our minds were haunted by the nagging question: … How had the logic of this bra connection eluded scientists searching for a cause of breast cancer?

If you tried to read everything ever written about breast cancer, you would probably not finish the task in your lifetime

These authors theorise that it is the constriction of lymph vessels & the consequent pooling of toxins that triggers a vast amount of breast cancer.

Others agree:

Bras inhibit the way our bodies normally cleanse themselves and get rid of cancer cells and toxins like dioxin, benzene and other carcinogenic chemicals that cling to the body’s fatty tissues like breast. In fact, if you find a lump in your breast, it may very well be filled with lymph fluid that was not able to move away from the breast tissue,” says Dr Shah”

Seems like a mighty common-sensical theory n’est-ce pas?

However…

Given the efforts applied to clamping the breast, I’d like to theorise far more wildly.

Thus I maintain that the breast is VITAL to LIFE
& that we have been grossly misled
to dishonor, cheapen, ridiculously eroticise
& abuse it.

What I’m wondering is:

“If women could reclaim their breast, could they return home‘ to themselves?

And if they returned home, mayhap the war being waged against humanity, would simply be over.

See here what happens to women who remove their …

… Dementors bras
because of severe dangers to their health:

Removing her bra allowed Soma to  experience her breasts in a way that bras did not permit … her breasts felt freer & more natural

I am amazed at the difference my breast’s feel, in particular they feel part of my body and not a separate entity

Being bra-free has made so much difference to my life. I have no tenderness, no PMT, my periods arrive without warning and my husband says I am a much more relaxed and contented person

My relationship with them had always been from the outside… how they looked as objects, rather than from any inner sense or consciousness of them”

The organic intelligence present in the body is a force so powerfully integrating that even the slightest shift in consciousness … is rewarded by the vigor of new life & sensitivity.  The body is intrinsically ready (even longing) to return to one organic unity 

The breasts are the positive, dynamic pole from which energy is awakened, the key to accessing the female body. Energy can only be raised from a positive pole & not from a passive, receptive pole

A woman must remember to hold awareness in the breasts

So let’ step back to the beginning of the breast.  From the moment it begins to bud & waken it is harnessed …

… & constricted.

Why?

Young breasts are immature & akin to unripe fruit –

… they do not ripen until pregnancy & childbirth.  What need is there to ‘support’ them?

Ah yes, I forgot, we must start young so that our “tits do not hang down around our knees by the time we are 40

I had to bring Dressed to Kill back to the library to keep my fines to a minimum, but somewhere in the book they mention the ONE expert from the 70’s who created the braless = breast droop myth.

ONE expert’s words were used to fuel a gigantic lingerie-selling myth that almost the entire plumpbreasted world has come to believe is true.

Remember the images of tribal women with life-lived breasts?  They seemed to abound in those nationally-geograhpical-exposés around the same time?

It was done well methinks

Very well done.

Men still shudder.  Women cringe.  They were meant to.

Luckily in the West, women were given full support for the PTSD that ensued …

Truthfully, bras are creating droopy, weak breasts…the breast relies on the bra for artificial support, the body loses its ability to support the breast by itself.  This is why many women feel uncomfortable without a bra …   There is a remarkable success rate for recovery from fibrocystic breast disease within 10 days to two weeks of going bra-free

Another thing, it’s a myth that breasts sag more without a bra! In fact quite the opposite has happened – it must be due to the fact that the breast ligaments are having to work again to support the weight of the breasts

That was 6 months ago, and my eyes are wide open now. The monthly breast tenderness is gone … As for tripping over them, NO WAY, in fact they are the firmest they have ever been in my life …  The way my friend put it, and I believe it now, is that breasts need exercise just like any other part of your body, and muscles underneath can go a long way to prevent sagging if they are given a chance to work.”

I like my breasts. I want to avoid breast cancer. I want to avoid fibrocystic disease. I want my breasts to stay perky. I don’t wear a bra.

After five months of being “BRA” free  … I feel more feminine and definitely more comfortable

But, but … financially bra’s are a very good thing.

The lingerie industry benefits magnificently from the bra industry.

The cancer industry benefits magnificently from breast research contributions, screening fees & treatment.

… & the people benefit by the creation of jobs, the huge choice of bra-shaping  lingerie & the security of knowing that breast cancer is being ‘researched‘ & re-researched & re-re-researched & one day (in the future) the war will be won.

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Sorry I digressed.

We were wondering why budding females have to be …

… strapped down.

Just how dangerous to the ‘ruling regime,’ is the unimpeded journeying of girl into the depths of the feminine?

I suggest that the breast is an amazing sensing organ & home to the wisdom of the ages?

Thus I’m wondering:

“Does immobilising the breast sever a girl’s connection to deep wisdom & natural sense?”

Is the bra a ‘cover story‘?

Listen to a woman wondering about the closing down of teenage girls:

[With] Adolescent girls, I first glimpsed evidence suggesting that what psychologists had taken to be human nature was an adaptation to a particular human landscape.  Talking with girls, I experienced sudden shifts between

not knowing

& knowing, …

lassitude & intense feeling, a cover story & an under-reality. I saw evidence pointing to the origin of dissociative processessplits in consciousness … that became surprising only when I realised that they occurred in response to a break in relationship that girls experienced with shock.  It was like working on a geological fault

I saw girls beginning … to not know what they knew.  Dissociation was an adaptation to a shocking break in relationship; it was a way of holding a loss

often said not to be a loss  “I hid myself within myself” … the self that girls & women are taught to conceal, like the voice they mute or the identity they are taught to despise, is a vital, curious, pleasure-loving soul

… I remembered my own resistance at the age of twelve … it was only later, when I was working with girls, that I felt again the pleasure of moving freely in a girls body & heard again the sound of a voice that was free from second thoughts & instant revision …

my voice at the age of twelve.”

Did you listen?

I experienced sudden shifts between …

…  knowing & not knowing
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a cover story & an under-reality

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I hid myself within myself
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felt again the pleasure of moving freely in a girls body

Is this what is lost?

When a girl should be moving fully into her breasts, is she instead driven onto the surface of her skin? Denied access to the huge power of her sex, does she begin the shutting down process that carries on for the rest of her life?

When the positive pole, the breasts & heart of a woman, is actively engaged, the sexual act … becomes circular & spontaneous as a deep movement of sexual energy becomes possible

When attention in foreplay is given to a woman’s clitoris & genital area it is energetically ineffective even if exciting.  She cannot become deeply sexually aflame because her genitals are of secondary importance as far as her inner body polarity is concerned.  To invite her bio-energy response, the positive pole, her breasts & nipples must be engaged, & her heart warmed.  The love & energy built up here in the positive pole resonates & overflows naturally showering warmth, receptivity & willingness into the vagina, thus awakening the passive pole … the root of the female kundalini energy lies not in the spinal base as mistakenly believed, but in the breasts.  This is so because energy cannot be raised from a negative center

If the woman does not open, can a man ever really know what it means to be a man?

History, the arts & culture have not been kind to the breast.

Why have the spell-casters so feared the bosom?

Why spell the mother as a BrEAST?

Let’s look at the appointed one, the bard who was in no way a misogynist (how could you think such a thing?)

It was Shakespeare who had them bite her breasts

Cleopatra in an astonishing metaphor says to her: “Peace, peace, dost thou not see my baby … at my breast, that sucks the nurse asleep?” Usually the baby falls asleep at the breast. Here the nursing woman, Cleopatra, with the asp at her breast, falls into the everlasting sleep of death

Come on now, dust your brain off for a second & have a wee think.

It’s a pretty daft story really, isn’t it?

A woman would no more apply a snake to her breast than a (sane) man …

… would clamp one to his willy!
Let’s be reasonable here.

Another amazing myth we swallowed, as we sold out the breast, was the elective mastectomy of the Amazons.  Heck if a woman can hack off a boob, what can they really matter?

And besides they have a spare:

Among Classical Greeks, amazon was given a popular etymology as from a-mazos, “without breast“, connected with …  tradition that Amazons had their right breast cut off or burnt out, so they would be able to use a bow more freely … there is no indication of such a practice in  …

works of art …  Amazons are always represented with both breasts

The word “Amazon” is no longer thought to derive from “without breast” although the word may have some connection with breasts

Meet one of the many ‘women-loving‘ GREAT Masters of Art …

George Ringo Peter PaulRubens.

He painted the undoing of the great Masonic icon, Samson by the be-witching-harlot, Delilah:

Delilah … Standard Hebrew meaning “[One who] weakened or uprooted or impoverished

Her figure, one of several dangerous temptresses in the Hebrew bible, has become emblematic

Temptress? Surely you jest?

You’re telling me that Samson & his perfectly honed physique, fell for Delilah’s lumpy ‘charms’?

Good god they look like they’ve been wrung out.  That was the breast Rubens could do?  And pray tell why the strategic positioning of the witch/hag behind?

What possible motive is there for anatomically-incorrecting a woman’s breast?

Did Ruby have a motive?

It was interesting then to find that the great artist Rubens …

… was a man with an agenda.
Actually make his a double.

Did he paint that to order I wonder?

Just what is it that sticks in the throats of men-y ‘great’ artists …

… when it comes to portraying the breast?

In 2000, James Stark, oncologist and associate professor of medicine … wrote a letter to the editor of the New England Journal of Medicine noting that Michelangelo’s Night displays signs of breast cancer

there is a strong possibility that Michelangelo intentionally showed a woman with disease and that he may have known that the illness was cancer

Why would he do that?

Subliminal advertising?

It might be wise for us to wonder why …

… tsunamis of attention have been brought to bear on breast cancer when it is far from being the number one cancer killer of women.  Lung cancer beats it by a mile yet gets only a fraction of the attention.

So what does the fear mongering achieve?

Well apart from shitloads of money the fearful-female will rally & raise, it certainly disconnects the woman from her breasts …

… you do get friendly with your executioner.

Let’s return full circle now, back to where we started, back the entertainment business.  We should know by now that they have a VERY definite focus & agenda – when they sugar-feed your attention with specific storylines, you are meant to swallow:

There had been previous icons of sexuality, but the beautiful …

well-endowed, and photogenic Jane Russell may have been the first woman sought out and hired specifically to be a sex symbol[Howard] Hughes conducted a nationwide search for an actress with the necessary screen presence. He found Russell, who had been working as a receptionist

The Outlaw is one of the most notorious movies in cinema history. Conceived and produced by Howard Hughes …  best known for the censorship battles …  Battles that were, to a considerable extent, engineered by Hughes himself as an attempt to boost the box office take (an attempt that succeeded)

The supporting cast included her breasts & …

a new cantilevered underwire bra to emphasize her assets

Designed by Hughes himself … rods of curved structural steel … were sewn into the brassiere below each breast … connected to the bra’s shoulder straps … [and] allowed for a larger amount of bosom to be freely exposed … According to Russell, the “ridiculous” contraption was painful and she did not use it for more than a few minutes

BRAce
brace (n.)
Applied to various devices for fastening and tightening

So why did Hughes conceive and produce this movie with its (apparent) first ever manufactured sex symbol?

This movie is all about Jane Russell’s breasts – forget the apparent story-line – they were the story & the stars – very deliberate starring role.  They put the limelight & breasts & paved the way for how breasts were to be shaped – physically, mentally, erotically, financially, hypnotically.

When we look a bit deeper we find yet another movie-conceiver who did not like women.

With regard to Hughes’ famous misogyny, Robert Maheu, a Senior Executive for Hughes, briefly comments, “It was not so much that he wanted personal affairs with [women] but to control them in some form

The furore that erupted over the supposedly excessive prominence given to Jane Russell’s breasts certainly seems silly today. There’s plenty of sexual innuendo though, and an ambiguous scene that could be interpreted as a rape … More worrying is a very marked misogynistic slant, which I assume was Howard Hughes’ contribution”

As for Jane Russell … well her selling out of her ‘assets’ set her up for life & garnered her a very nice career promoting …

(double)Cross Your Heart bras in the 70s:

describing its structural advantages for “full-figured gals

There has been no shortage of women willing to sell out the breast, eroticise it to hell, define how it ‘should’ look & make a killing in the process.

Annette forever warped a generation of men’s perception of breast shape and paved the way for future Disney-kid-to-sex-symbol stars like Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears

Marilyn Monroe’s famous 36D boobs were boosted by one of the earliest Wonderbra style bras, it has been revealed … [the] bra holds the secret of Marilyn’s amazing boobs, and how it “added” to her on-screen presence … to lift her 36D breasts to proportions that even a modern Wonderbra would struggle to achieve … To be honest this is beginning to sound more like a piece of engineering work than an item of lingerie

Joan Jacobs Brumberg describes the 1950s as “an era distinguished by its worship of full-breasted women” and attributes the paradigm shift to Mansfield and Monroe

It has been claimed that her [Jayne Mansfield’s] bosom was a major force behind the development of the 1950s brassieres, including the “Whirlpool bra”, Cuties, the “Shutter bra”, the “Action bra”, latex pads, cleavage revealing designs and uplift outline

Interestingly, each women’s phenomenal cleavage has been held in suspended-sensual-animation for forever by the convenience of their early deaths. The memories of their mammaries have been eternally secured.

If you want to underwire undermine the heart of feminine energy, who else would you use but the one who usurped the title

then mix with a breast-fearer …

… (well who does that to a woman?)
& serve to a fascinatingly gullible audience:

The Blond Ambition World Tour was the third concert tour by … Madonna … It was a highly controversial tour, mainly for its juxtaposition of Catholic iconography and sexuality … named the Greatest Concert of the 1990s by Rolling Stone … French fashion designer Jean-Paul Gaultier designed the costumes for the tour, including the now-infamous cone brassiere

I can’t cover the entire movie-industry-breast-deconstruction here, but there’s a few more examples to look at to get a clearer picture – & maybe, just maybe you now have some ideas now with which you can do some good. It’s time you know.

A criminal movie came out in 2000.

It was a ‘cover story’. Using real life events to sell push up bras to women all round the world.

So let’s call it out for what it was.

An advert.

Here we see Julia battling injustice in corset & bra; Julia undaunted in sheer blouse over bra; a standup kind of Julia in pushup bra falling out of tank top, Julia in red bra, Julia in print bra

Julia Roberts was no mere accident in the main – I’ remember hearing the outcome of a poll around that time, that she was the woman most other women wanted to be like – now that was clever!

The Erin Brockovich look has created a lot of buzz

Very clever.

Below are three more women who sold out & allowed their breasts to make themselves rich, & the women of this world, poorer.

Look closely do you see even the slightest understanding that their breasts are the place that calls life into life?

My relationship with them had always been from the outside… how they looked as objectsrather than from any inner sense or consciousness of them

A woman must remember to hold awareness in the breasts

The bra is currently enjoying a revival thanks to a few stratospheric pop stars. Enter Lady Gaga … where she sports two machine guns on her bra … Followed by Katy Perry… in a frothy … whipped cream wielding bikini. In between, there’s Kylie Minogue who wore a Gaultier-designed cone bra in a photoshoot for her album, Aphrodite and Rihanna who’s worn similarly inspired get-ups on stage

Mind you the men need to take responsibility too.

It appears to be a seriously-distorted female-fearing male-energy that is driving this thing – some deep fear & loathing of the breast – perhaps because of what is possible when male & female energies truly connect – and that is only gonna chnage if & when, the breast of the woman opens.  We have a long way to go in a very little time.

I was heartened to find the real love of real men, in some of my research – men who whole-heartedly stood behind their wives or girlfriends as they sought to heal breast illness by removing their bras. Men who were willing to question their culture & their training & allow the breast to return to fullness.

I think their rewards will be great.

I’m knackered now, so I’m leaving out bra burning & the push to bottle feed babies between 1940-80 – but I reckon you can figure it out.

I’m leaving you with a double epitome of Hollywood Breast Fear.

The Fembots are extremely sexy female robots … with breasts that are cannons. Frau uses them to seduce and kill Austin. Her plan almost works, but Austin does an overly-exaggerated striptease in response, which drives them beyond their sex limit and causes their heads to explode

Breasts can kill a man, while a man’s sexuality can overpower a woman? That’s not reeeeally how it works, you know.

Rather strange that their heads should ‘pop’ off – that’s pretty much how Jayne Mansfield died.

And for your second epitome (courtesy of Paulo again), here’s Woody Allen to expose the danger of breasts – thankfully he has a solution. Hmmm … where have I seen that before?

Now go forth & be kind to breasts.

Felicity, the companion of content, is rather found in our own breasts than in the enjoyment of external things; and I firmly believe it requires but a little philosophy to make a man happy in whatever state he is”   Daniel Boone

A woman must remember to hold awareness in the breasts
Remember that.

I was on the Celtic Rebel’s radio show last Sunday.
We talked of breasts
Article & show
here

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Text in this colour from:  The Birth of Pleasure ~ Carol Gilligan
Text in this colour from:  Dressed to Kill ~ Sydney Ross Singer and Soma Grismaijer
Text in this colour from:  The Heart of Tantric Sex ~ Diana Richardson

November 2, 2011. Uncategorized. 53 comments.