#figuring out more about my gender has enlightened and empowered me a lot

[aphroditestummyrolls]

I feel. So very very. Bad.

[maidenofsophia]

A New Day

After much meditation and contemplation (and days spent on the Janite website) I have decided to convert to the Deanic faith. 

I consider myself a Sophian Deanist. This could be considered an independent/’blended path’, though I am mostly inspired by the Janite tradition, but I am discarding all of the patriarchal and heteronormative language and ideas that I held as a Christian and a Gnostic. What remains I have found closely parallels the beliefs that are compatible with Deanism and the lessons of the Daughter found in the Filianic Scriptures. 

The Gospel of Our Mother is one of the only religious texts, with the possible exception of the Dhammapada (which can be used in secular context), that I feel I can read with utter comfort and agreement. I do not have to dig deep in something that might sound offensive or aggressive to find a spiritual meaning; I know this is fulfilling religious practice for some, but in my current mental state I am tired of feeling the need to cherry pick or ‘read between the lines’. That is not to say the Filianic Scriptures are too simple or lack esoteric depth - I think there is a treasure trove of spiritual insight to be found in these pages - but there is no passage I’ve found so far that could inspire someone to discriminate or harm someone else. The message is clear on every page; we are all children of Our Mother, loved by Her, and called to love each other.

In a recent post I mentioned discarding my Gnostic belief about Sophia accidentally creating the seven archons; the malevolent rulers of the Universe. In an attempt to discover their holy equivalent, I came across the Seven Lower Sefirot of Kabbalah, the Seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit, the Seven Pillars of Wisdom, the Seven Titans of Eurynome - but I was always lead back to the Seven Janati. It was if they were calling me to know them, all of them offering out a hand of support, each one a different face of Dea Sophia. With them I feel aided to wrestle against the Archons in every day life, though now I see said Archons as parallel to the seven daughters of the Dark One. There is a balance now that I could not find in Gnosticism. I feel excited by the prospect of coming to know each Jana on a personal level, as I have with Sophia for so man years.

What held me back from properly converting before was the prospect of bringing my belief of the Father and Son into a religion centred on the Mother as the Supreme Creatrix. Even though the Janite tradition accepts those who still believe in the Father God, I felt that personally Deanism should remain a safe space for those wanting to focus only on the Divine Feminine and didn’t wish to spoil that. But that is all rather moot now as I don’t feel the same connection to the Divine Masculine as I once did. I believe that Male/Masculine interpretations of the Divine are valid and exist as much as the Feminine, which is where I may disagree with Orthodox Deanists, but I no longer feel he is a part of my personal faith. I do not see the Father as a consort or counterpart to the Mother, rather he is another way of looking at Her, and the same goes for the Son in regards to the Daughter. I cannot say that I am finally seeing the “true faces” of God for everyone, and never would, but I these are the faces and interpretations that feel right for me.

I am still a Perennialist. I don’t believe in or claim to know the One True Religion. I don’t think I am any closer to that truth before with Deanism than I was Christianity; only more comfortable. To quote Reza Aslan, I see all religion as a language used by humans to connect with God. And that God, being Divine, is incomprehensible by human understanding, but we all connect with God differently as She calls us to Her. I believe I am being called to recognise God as the Divine Feminine alone; as Great Mother, Daughter and Mother Spirit. But this does not mean I believe the Father or Son or Divine Masculine does not exist on another spiritual level - but they are no longer a part of my religious practice or Godhead. 

As noted, my names for the Sophian Trinity remain as opposed to the traditional Deanic Trinity - but the meaning is still the same. The Great Mother / Barbelo, remains as the first mystery and source of all things. Unlike the other two, She cannot be anthropomorphised or have Her true name revealed (Barbelo itself is a mystery, an adverb, rather than just a name), but all can know Her as the Mother of all things, the Creatrix. After Her comes Sophia, the Genetrix, the Celestial Mother who can be known to Her children. From a Sophian perspective, She may also be called the Mother Spirit or Holy Bride - as She is the link between the Great Mother and all living beings, She is the assumption of our souls. I know the idea of being ‘wedded to God’ is not found in Deanism, as far as I’m aware, but it is a ritual I have already performed and do not wish to break. The Holy Daughter I will also continue to know as Zoe. My belief in Her sacrifice, coming from a Gnostic background, is more in line with the Janite perspective - that Her sacrifice meant the shattering of Her soul into creation, ensuring a part of Her resides in every living thing. I no longer believe in the necessary intervention of a masculine saviour - but rather that the Logos is a gift of Sophia aided to empower the sparks of the Daughter that are inside every one of us. 

I also feel that, running with Sophia’s Grecian theme, I will refer to the Janati by their Greek names in my personal practice. 

Apologies to any of my followers who followed me for being a Gnostic / Esoteric Christian blog. I still plan to reblog and be interested in what happens in the Christian community, as I will always feel a cultural tie to my first religion, as well as one that has such a huge influence on the world. I will always love Yeshua, but as I have done for years - as an enlightened spiritual teacher, rather than a divine figure. I believe he and many others are a good example of what it means to a true Child of Dea (no matter what gender he identified Her with). And yes, I am and will always be a huge Magdalene devotee. She remains my personal human avatar of the Holy Daughter (not to be confused with the idea of her being Sophia incarnate). 

To be honest, for myself, it doesn’t feel like too much is changing. Rather a lot of beliefs I already had feel easier to behold after letting go of a lot of unnecessary religious baggage. I no longer feel like I’m trapped in a world ruled by dark, false gods and hoping to go home - but rather She is with me and Her world is beautiful. I feel like I’ve been lost in a forest of thorns and now they’ve retreated back to show the bright path before me. 

I believe that I am created from before the dawn of time By the Eternal One, Madria Dea. I believe that She is One and there are none beside Her, And I believe that She is also Three.

I believe in the Celestial Mother, She Who is Pure Light; The Creatrix of the Earth and of the Heavens, And of all the infinite cosmos. And I believe in Her Holy Daughter, born of the Celestial Mother; She Who rules all the energies of Creation, Whose Nature is Perfect Love.

And I believe that there is She, Who stands beyond these Two, Whose Name has not been spoken upon this Earth; For She is the Beginning and the End,

The First Principle and the Final Cause, The unoriginated Origin of being; The Great Mother of all that is and all that is not; She, Who Is.

I believe in the Seven Janati, the Seven Great Powers of Dea. I believe that they are the Living Streams of Virtue who flow from the Mother and that together, these Living Streams form the River of Life.

And I believe that I was made a perfect creature, and I believe that at the dawn of time, my soul did turn from the Perfection of existence, that I may know of the other things, for many things I did not know. And thus I gathered infirmity in my sovereign will; I believe that through this choice, I needs must suffer the limitation of imperfect being, to learn and know the other things, for I believe within Her Divine Will, the darkness must be known to truly know the Light, And the Dark beyond the light.

And I believe that all Her Will might Be, that the Daughter of Eternity gave Herself to be cast down into darkness. I know that She rose from that darkness, triumphant, and reigns as Queen of Heaven. I know that through Her Shattering, the fault of my soul shall perish, And I know that through Her triumphant Life, My souls shall rise renewed in Her Perfection; That I may return to Eternal Communion with the Eternal One, Madria Dea, In the Completion of the Wholeness of Her Will.

Blessed be the Lady and all Her children.

[gyrlversion]

My Afternoon With ‘Curvy Wife Guy’

Curvy Wife Guy and Intelligencer writer Madison Malone Kircher face off. Photo-Illustration: Intelligencer/AFP/Getty Images

Robbie Tripp is a hugger. When I met him in Manhattan on Tuesday afternoon, I stuck out my hand for a shake and Tripp, clad in a Hawaiian shirt, opened both arms. We hugged. Of all the experiences I’ve had at City Bakery in Flatiron — crying, hiding from a colleague while on an early-morning coffee date, drinking my bodyweight in hot chocolate — this one was new. I was hugging Curvy Wife Guy.

If you know Robbie Tripp — blogger, self-described creative entrepreneur, soon-to-be rapper — you know him by his internet moniker: “Curvy Wife Guy.” It’s a nickname he picked up after a picture he posted on Instagram in 2017 went viral. In the caption to a photo of Tripp and his wife, Sarah, embracing in swimsuits on the beach, he told the world a tragic tale. Tripp had been teased in his younger years for preferring “girls on the thicker side, ones who were shorter and curvier, girls that the average (basic) bro might refer to as ‘chubby’ or even ‘fat.’” The post was, if you ignore the fraught language, an ode to Sarah. “A real woman is not a porn star or a bikini mannequin or a movie character,” he concluded. (Sarah, for the record, may be “curvy,” but she is also objectively, conventionally hot.)

Like a lot of people on the internet, I took notice of Tripp’s, ah, effusive celebration of his wife’s body, and like a lot of other bloggers, I wrote a short post about it. I dutifully followed both the Tripps on Instagram and then, other than checking in periodically, didn’t really think much about them — until April, when the couple posted pregnancy announcements on their respective accounts. Sarah’s has already escaped my memory, mostly because it contained the sorts of excited, but conventional, things one expects in such a post. Her husband’s is seared into my brain. Tripp called his wife a “sacred vessel carrying my seed” and a “pure fertile goddess” with a “five-star womb.” Knowing readers would want to hear about the new adventures of a viral sensation, I wrote a short blog post about the caption, calling it “expectedly cringey.” The Tripps promptly blocked me on Instagram.

A bit dramatic, but not totally a surprise. For an internet culture writer, which I am, this is business as usual. A person achieves some level of success, fame, or other notoriety on the social platforms that govern much of American culture. I write about that person, and what they’ve done to earn the praise or enmity — really, the attention — of the public. And that person, depending on how they feel about my coverage, either remains in contact or, well, doesn’t. What is fairly rare is hearing from the subjects of those blog posts after they’ve been written, which is why I thought I was hallucinating late Sunday night when a DM from Tripp appeared in my Instagram in-box asking to meet up during his visit to New York last week. I especially thought I was hallucinating because, when I woke up Monday morning, the message was gone. I hadn’t screenshotted it.

As it turns out, Tripp simply got nervous about how I might interpret a “late-night DM.” “I didn’t know what you were going to do, and I figured an email was a little bit more professional,” he told me as we settled in for an hourlong conversation. After the deleted DM, he’d emailed me and a number of other internet culture writers, asking if they wanted to get coffee. In the email, he wrote that he thought if we met face-to-face, I’d realize I don’t “hate” him — his word, not mine — or have him figured out quite so well as I think I do. The subject line was “Opportunity of a Lifetime!!!!!!!!!”

I’m not sure it was really the opportunity of a lifetime, but as I later told Tripp, I felt saying “yes” was the right thing to do, given I’d written about him repeatedly. Interpreting Instagram posts is fine, but there’s no substitute for meeting your subject in person. Plus I’d be lying if I did not say I wasn’t a little curious. This Instagram version of himself had to be an act, right? Maybe he was actually someone I’d get along with? Was it possible that meeting Robbie Tripp in person would lead to a lifelong friendship?

He told me I was the only writer to take him up on the offer — “I was almost kind of like Kevin in Home Alone. I was like, ‘I’m not afraid anymore.’ You know what I mean?” — and said I could ask him anything I want. I asked him why he blocked me on Instagram. “I don’t ever do things with the intent of people writing about it, commenting on it,” Tripp says. “Just by the way that I am and the way that I say things, it always just ends up happening.” He told me my headline and tweets about his pregnancy announcement had hurt his feelings.

When Tripp’s Instagram post went viral in 2017, he had about 20,000 followers. Now he has 115,000. (Sarah has 460,000.) They’re influencers, which means their business is attention. The more eyes they can get on their posts, the more they can attract sponsorships or advertising within them. For a single sponsored Instagram post, the couple can charge as much as $20,000, and “that’s just in terms of a single post. If we’re throwing in blog posts, other types of syndicated content into their video content and all that stuff, it [they figure] gets bigger.” One of Tripp’s shticks is “desert money,” a catchphrase cobbled together from the couple’s move to Arizona and his “always be grinding” attitude. Most influencers aren’t as candid about money as Tripp is. “It’s gauche in our industry to talk about money. You play your cards close to your chest because your engagement and your stats and your metrics are kind of like your currency,” Tripp explained to me.

If this all seems to you at odds with his claim that he doesn’t create content with the intention of getting attention, it did to me too. Tripp told me there are parts of his life where he won’t “do anything to lessen the perceived controversy” — he mentioned here his upcoming music video — but that the pregnancy announcement was different. “That’s just me telling, genuinely sharing that moment with my followers.” (I imagine my face looked like Marcia from The Brady Bunch. Sure, Jan.)

Tripp’s insistence that, despite a livelihood that relies on attention, he doesn’t actively seek it out came up several times in our conversation. When I asked Tripp about the criticism he’d faced over his original post, he said that it all rested on the assumption “that I asked for that or I somehow knew that it was going to go viral,” which he says he didn’t. Either way, the couple plans to share their baby on social media when it is born. “There are definitely influencers who say, ‘I’m not going to post my kid, I’m going to put my kid on my Instagram,’” he said. “I wouldn’t say we’re about that.”

I wondered a bit if he’d had another motive for arranging this coffee: His upcoming music video for an as-yet-untitled “curvy girl” anthem, the teasers for which features Sarah and a handful of models in swimsuits. Tripp sports a fruit-patterned shirt. In one behind-the-scenes clip, you can hear a little of the song playing from the gold Tesla Tripp rented for the shoot. “Got stretch marks / Yeah, they’re tigers stripes / Get you the new model / Get you the curvy type,” Tripp raps. “Some say a curvy girl that’s risky / But they ain’t met a curvy girl that’s frisky.” He turns the song off as he begins a lyric about “200 pounds.” “It was never a consideration that I wouldn’t be in it,” Tripp tells me when I ask why he decided to star in the video. “I told Sarah in the beginning, ‘This was going to be empowering. This was going to be fun.’” he said. “I’m an artist. It’s my project.”

“Not many guys are out there promoting this opposite-gender body positivity,” Tripp said. “I’m just here to say there are those of us out there, guys out there, who find curvy women attractive, beautiful, and desirable.” I told him I’d just as soon live in a world where men don’t feel the need to comment on women’s bodies, full stop. He said just because I’m uncomfortable with a man commenting on a woman’s body — like, for example, my body — doesn’t mean there aren’t plenty of women out there who agree with him. He apologized profusely for racist and homophobic tweets that had been unearthed in the wake of his sudden viral fame, explaining that the time that he and his wife spent living in San Francisco had helped him grow. He told me his wife’s preferred SoulCycle studio was in the Castro and asked if I knew what that meant. We’d hit an impasse.

There’s a precedent for how conversations go when internet writers finally meet, in person, the viral subjects they’ve previously lambasted — Valleywag writer Sam Biddle meeting Justine Sacco, the publicist who tweeted “Going to Africa. Hope I don’t get AIDS,” or Vice’s Eve Peyser, meeting the New York Times’s Bari Weiss. Two ideological opponents see each other face-to-face, talk it out, find common ground, discover that the internet had made them cruel or callous in ways they didn’t expect.

Not for me and Robbie Tripp. There was no catharsis, no new sense of purposefulness or peace. No moment of enlightenment or sense that I’d wasted my life or hurt an innocent man. Because, ultimately, Tripp and I don’t hate each other — I never claimed to hate him, in fact. We need each other. We don’t misunderstand each other. We understand each other all too well.

The strong disagreements I have with Tripp — which, to be clear, I absolutely still hold — are good for business. Good for both of our businesses. Tripp said I’d hurt his feelings, and maybe I had, but I hadn’t really hurt him. The opposite, in fact. His career has benefited from my distaste for his diction in the same way mine has benefited from the clicks I’m guaranteed whenever I write about his latest gambit. If there was a lesson about the way we relate to each on the internet contained in my own viral-subject-viral-author meet-up, it was that: There’s a mutualism to our relationship. Bees and flowers. Those little birds that eat ticks and rhinos. Me and Curvy Wife Guy.

As we parted ways, Tripp told me he’s still unsure if he’ll unblock me. Later, he posted a multi-video Instagram Story directed at all his “haters.” In it, he tells the story of our meeting and informs his fans we had a civil conversation and he’s sure — though, of course, I will write whatever I want to write — he convinced me he’s not the person I thought he was. I, however, did not see this story. A friend, whom he hasn’t blocked, told me about it.

As of publication, the writer of this piece remains blocked by both Curvy Wife Guy and his Curvy Wife.

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[sammiedetroit]

Apple Battles

A few months back I blocked a guy on Facebook. A friend of my ex wife who made what I took to be a snarky, transphobic comment on one of my posts. Who needs that, right?

But then a few days ago, he attempted to link to me on Linked In. So I sent him a message explaining why I'd blocked him. Now this guy is a business man and very successful. Turns out he seldom uses Facebook and had not even noticed that I had blocked him.

Made me feel so important, right?

He replied that whatever he said was unintentional and that in fact he had a very close friend who had transitioned and with whom he has remained close for many years since.

Ok. I bought it.

I said I was probably just feeling a a little stressed at the time and probably over reacted. He laughed and said “Over stressed? You? Gee I wonder why? It's not like you...say... just went through more life changing crap in the last year than most people see in a lifetime.”

He was right. In the last year I...

- ended my marriage of 27 years,

- left the home I had lived in half my life,

- bought a new home and moved into it,

- went full time,

- changed all my identification,

- lost my son in a car accident,

- and fell in love.

I know, right?

And all this while also organizing and hosting a large, quarterly transgender event ….and managing to keep my full time job. Even my wigs started turning gray.

It can get a little crazy at times.

I know a lot of people have it far worse. And I know just how crazy crazy can be.  But I also know I'm really really lucky.... because aside from a lot of really good friends and a lot of awesome support... I am lucky because  I have a really really good set of tools to deal with this stuff. It cost me a lot to acquire those tools... it cost me a lot of years and a lot of struggling and a lot of pain.... but it was worth it. Those tools? They save my life now time and time again.

Most people don't have a good set of tools.

I read a story years ago about a psychiatrist working for the Navy on Guam, handling problems that cropped up among service people and their spouses stationed on the island. A navy wife came to him and said she had no friends and was so lonely and depressed that she was seriously considering suicide. She was all ready to kill herself. He asked why she didn't make friends with the other Navy wives. She said that she and her husband had off base housing. So, he asked why she didn't just drive back to the base to socialize. She said “Are you crazy? Have you seen the drivers on this island? I could get killed!”

Not everyone has a good set of tools.

Yeah...

They don't teach that stuff in school, you know?

There is a lot of craziness out there, and it affects us all.

Look at these bathroom bills. Have you really looked at that stuff?  North Carolina? And now Texas with this SB6 law?

They say “We are not against trans people. We just want to protect women and children”

Then they pass a law making it a crime to use a bathroom that does not match the gender on your birth certificate. But they also make it tough or impossible to change your birth certificate.

I know, right?

Crazy.

How can anyone not see this as simple blatant hatred?

And its so stupid. As though any trans woman goes to the bathroom to perv on anyone. Seriously?  I don't know about you, but I go there to pee...well, that and to check my makeup.

Here is the thing...

There are, by the latest count...which I think is way low...1.4 million transgender people in the US. And there has never been one reported instance of a genuinely trans person committing any act of sexual abuse in a public restroom.

A million and a half people and not one instance.

Never. Not once. Zero. Zilch. Zippo.

On the other hand....the Catholic church....uh huh...The Catholic church has several hundred thousand priests and according to recent figures they have either defrocked or had to discipline thousands of them because of...wait for it...because of sexual abuse.

I don't see anyone barring Catholic priests from public restrooms.

Where is that outcry?

I'm kidding, of course.

But, for that matter, the vast majority of sexual abuse is perpetrated by supposedly straight males. Maybe … if we want to protect women and children from abuse in public restrooms we should bar all straight guys from using all public restrooms? Now we are talking, right?

Just kidding. Maybe.

But we all know it isn't about safety.

Its about power.

Its about control.

Its about maintaining status.

But, its also about language...because language is power. The power to define and by so doing, the power to control.

Recently, I have read about several key feminists decrying that trans women are not “real” women.

I know, right?

But, right there is the same issue. Maintaining status and power through language and definition.

Sure, a trans woman will never be a cisgendered woman. A trans woman will always be a trans woman. But a trans woman is still a woman.

A McIntosh apple and a Delicious apple are not the same but both are apples.

Language is power because it creates labels and defines terms and by so doing language creates differences that divide rather than unite.

Divide and conquer.

Little boxes.

Labels.

The power to define others.

The power to define gender.

What is gender?

If gender is not determined by the genitals (it isn't) then how is it defined?

Things get really complicated here. I mean, according to Carl Safan, the human brain is the single most complicated object in the known universe.

That thing between your ears is more complicated than anything else we know of anywhere in the entire universe.

Makes you feel special, doesn't it?

We have barely begun to understand its workings.

So how do we define gender when it exists within the brain?

My friend teaches gender studies at a university. She writes two words on a blackboard – male and female. She asks her students for qualities that represent each and she writes their answers under each of those two words. And then she proceeds to totally demolish each in turn showing that all the qualities identified can and do exist within both genders.

What is gender?

Is it just the clothing? Just the presentation?

Is it?

Does it matter?

Well...yes... it does matter.

It matters because for thousands and thousands of years we have lived in a world defined by gender.

Little boxes.

Power.

Gender has been used as a tool to control and preserve a status quo that empowers some at the expense of others. The good old days were not so good for everyone, right? And what lies at the heart of all of that is the myth of the binary. Male and female. Gay and straight. Black and white.

But its a myth, and a bad one. It is a myth that has controlled people for a millennium ….and, I might add,  spawned an entire industry for therapists.

People defy little boxes. People defy labels. People are complicated and individual and unique and each one is distinct in their own beauty.

But pretending otherwise...pretending to exist within little boxes … that has consequences. Suppressed truth has a way of curling around inside our brains and getting into all kinds of trouble. Wreaking havoc on our lives by coming out in strange and unexpected places. That way madness lies.

So, if we know this...and yet find ourselves...enlightened non binary entities...forced to exist in a binary world...how do we survive?

How do we coexist with the unenlightened?

Whatever the answer it carries stress.

I lived in Germany for a long time, years ago. Now, I don't speak German, or at least I only speak a very little. I loved living there but there was a cost I was unaware of. When you cannot understand the words being spoken all around you it is like living underwater, or not being able to hear. As you approach every interaction with another human being you brace yourself for the exchange, knowing it may be fine and may be easy but it may not. And whatever, it will not be seamless. That produces a low level stress factor that is always lurking on the edge of your mind. Actually, it is not unlike gender dysphoria in that regard. But you become inured to it over time. You get used to it... to the point where you think you don't feel it at all.

But you do.

It is a constant, tiring, stress factor.... whether you acknowledge it or not.

I know this because when I arrived back in the states at the end of my year,  and the little balding New Yorker at customs handed back my passport, smiled and said “Welcome Home” … I started to laugh...and cry...and laugh some more. The relief crashed over me like an unexpected wave. I could understand him!!! ...not just him...everyone...the clerk in the store...the couple walking by...the words on the TV...everything and everyone...even those thick New Jersey accents.!

I had lived with that stress for a year. I never even realized it was there and what it was doing to me until...

Until it was gone.

I laughed all the way out of JFK and onto the bus and all the way in to the city and didn't stop laughing till I got off the bus at Grand Central. I'm sure people thought I was crazy. They were wrong. I wasn’t crazy. Rather, I was finally not crazy. I had finally stopped being crazy.

Just like when I accepted myself as trans. When I came out. When I started hormones. When I went full time. I stopped being crazy.

Or so I thought.

There was one more not so insignificant hurdle.

Passing.

Being gendered correctly by strangers. Living in a binary world and passing. Facing strangers every day. Facing those who were not strangers and would certainly “know” Girding for each encounter...each visit to a store...each approach to a conversation...each exchange. Going into a store expecting that exchange...the eyes...the whispers, the looks.

But I wasn't going to let crazy get me this time. This time...this time I had a better set of tools. I realized it didn't matter. They are strangers...or not...but either way it doesn't matter.

I am not going to give away my power to be sane...to be happy... I am not going to give that away...to strangers... nor to anyone else.

I am not going to be contained within a box.

And I am not going to give in to fear.

We are pioneers creating a brave new world.

And one day in the distant future....none of this will matter anymore. Not binaries, or passing, or crazy last ditch attempts to control us and preserve an unfair world. It's going to get better. Its already better by far than when I was a kid. Heck, it's better than it was ten years ago.

But it's just the beginning of the dawn.

There are going to be battles and there are going to be casualties and there are going to be wounds.

Still...

We are not going away, right?

We refuse to go away, right?

I do.

I refuse to go away.

Look...

I may not be a  McIntosh apple … but I'm still an apple....

And if you give me a chance you will discover..... I'm a Delicious apple.

And so are you.

[dkkingwriter]

The Hived Mind With The Most Drones Wins

The more I learned about the ever-elusive They and the dystopia They feed on, the more I began to take profound stock of what was around me. Talk about an infinite slew of consciousness quakes. There’s nothing like a systemic inventory of what really makes the world go ‘round to open the room up for countless questions about the real motives behind everything we’ve taken for granted since birth.

But first, a caveat - it applies across the board, without exception, to everyone regarding everything:

PLEASE DO NOT TAKE MY WORD OR INTERPRETATION FOR ANYTHING! What I share here are my perceptions and my interpretations as a work in progress, and I have no desire or intention of telling another self-empowered human being what truth should be for them. As stated in previous posts within “The Big Lie” series this post is part of, one positive consequence of reclaiming our power is personal accountability. We alone are individually responsible for our personal enlightenment process, the path we choose and what we intend to manifest as we strive to detach from the MC control matrix. No blame-shifting, no passing the buck, no victimhood. If my own experiences are any indicator, however, I have found that remembering how to navigate within our physicality as an empowered being takes some getting used to, and lots of open minded practice. You have my word on that.

So what predominant hive-minded, well organized “teams” devised by the MC do we most identify with today?

Many would rank the tightly managed leagues below as gold medal winners, if only on the basis of membership volume and the constant drone of devoted servants. See if you can spot where the repetitious MC tactics of Divide and Conquer, Order Out of Chaos, Bread and Circuses, and the Crab Bucket Seduction as described in my previous post are surreptitiously at work behind the friendly facades of these consciousness controlling collectives.

1.       RELIGION TODAY

We were told we were sinners in need of salvation and we believed it.

In believing the lie, we handed the chosen Savior power over our souls.

All roads lead to Rome, and I mean ALL roads (do your own research on this one). The world’s religions and cults have everyone praying to the same god and fighting about it. Religion has reduced the divinity in humanity down to the level of cursed and pitiful sinners in need of redemption by a third party savior, as if we do not have the power within each of us to save or redeem ourselves. When believers worldwide finally learn the truth about the god to whom they pray, there will be a collective consciousness quake like the world has never seen.

Oh, and let’s not forget that They would never invest in anything that didn’t secretly feed Their voracious appetite for power through infinite riches. So always follow the money. Charities, orphanages, missionaries, camps and clubs, churches and cathedrals, Vatican City and the Vatican Bank: The Institute for the Works of Religion, the Jesuits, The Knights Templar, Freemasonry, carry on and freak out.

2.       POLITICS-PATRIOTISM-GOVERNMENTS

We were told we owed faithful allegiance to our governments and we believed it.

In believing the lie, we handed our faithless governments everything we stand for.

POLITICAL PARTY LINES: Politics is smoke screen theatre; a spectacular magic show put on by the MC’s Grand Illusionists to fleece, segregate and corral the herds as ordered. We might even call it the biggest show on Earth, the biggest show of fear mongering that is.

Liberal vs Conservative, Democrat vs Republican, Left vs Right. Who cares? I mean really, who cares? We might do well to pull down the artificial veil of separation and see with understanding eyes that the basic needs, wants and desires of almost every human alive are fundamentally the same. Underlying all of this social manipulation is the MC agenda, and this agenda remains constant regardless of who They pick to run any country.

The projected illusion of pitting opposites against each other with staged acrimonious sound bites is another successful MC variation of Divide and Conquer. While families are at each other’s throats arguing religion and politics at the dinner table, the MC are smugly enjoying a member’s only pizza party together behind closed doors.

PATRIOTISM: As far as the MC are concerned, patriotism is for peons. This clever form of emotional manipulation instills a strong sense of national loyalty by forever dangling the elusive promises of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, and lately to ad nauseam, freedom and democracy.

The issue at heart here is not whether happiness and other virtues are worth pursuing, or whether our soldiers and veterans should receive our unwavering gratitude and appreciation. The issue underpinning everything is always the MC agenda, and They have never had a problem using the good hearts in humanity against humanity. It’s also worth noting that the MC controlled governments running the world today do not reciprocate the loyalty expected of its citizens in any way. It’s a one-sided deal to the death.

Patriotism is a useful hived-mind weapon for it covers several bases at once. It is designed to evoke an overwhelming feeling of national pride as it serves to emotionally trigger an entire country’s mass consciousness into believing that all of its citizens are on the side of justice and thereby on the winning team, a winning team worth defending at any cost. The feelings invoked by a united sense of patriotism can become so powerful that a loyal citizenry wouldn’t hesitate to heed the call to stand and defend whatever civil liberties they perceive as threatened without ever questioning the motives behind those giving the orders.

Once a nation has been fully armed in patriotism, the MC expect Their trained baby elephants to loyally encourage future generations in the respected tradition of fighting and dying for the national team. With the voluntary infantry enlistments come the blood offerings of countless patriotic servicemen and servicewomen who have been and are being ritualistically sacrificed as cannon fodder in the proxy power struggles of Their twisted domination game.

For a dated glimpse into the MC mindset, check out the document titled Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars.

Oh, and following the money on this one will see you hit pay dirt. Military Industrial Complex, Veteran’s Administration, Tri-Lateral Commission, 1871 Albert Pike, super PACs, lobbyists, shadow governments, super space program, smuggling black market guns and drugs, proxy wars, mercenary armies, etc.

3.       RACE-COLOR-GENDER

We were told we were inferior and we believed it.

In believing the lie, we lorded over others in order to feel superior.

Divide and conquer at its very best and an insult to us all. What would our communities be like if we weren’t being purposefully brainwashed day and night with targeted propaganda devised to convince us that our physical differences - something we are born with and have little control over for crying out loud - are worth killing for? hurting for? suffering for? dying for? Why? I have often wondered, would we really notice or even care if those around us were different so long as they were good at heart and kind to us? In my experience, humanity’s true nature really does feel the call to reciprocate genuine kindness when received, and it’s contagious.

We are all human, and we humans have a common history whether we know it yet or not. We are all powerful if we want to be. We all matter. Period.

Oh, and don’t forget to follow the money. Equal rights and affirmative action groups, the truth behind the feminist movement, NAACP, human rights activist groups, trade unions, etc.

4.       EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM

We were told we were not smart enough to know the truth and we believed it.

In believing the lie, we ensured that we would always be lied to.

I have long been devoted to a life of learning. For me, our very self-empowerment is predicated upon it. The observations in this section are not intended in any way to minimize the value or virtues of a good and factual education. But like many parents with children in the school system have already figured out, the curriculum we are forced to reckon with today is not designed to give our future generations a good and factual education.

It appears that what passes for a classroom these days is more like a government sponsored programming center for indoctrinating “good workers” who will hustle for those “good jobs” everyone is always talking about yet there are never enough of. And BTW, whatever happened to encouraging useful skills like critical thinking, problem solving and a lot of imagination?

The children of the new millennium are different souls with different needs and the establishment isn’t even trying to keep up with them, their compulsory attendance notwithstanding. Anymore it seems that grade school is where creativity and constructive thinking go to die, and where our children by the millions must be medicated with mind altering drugs in order to suppress their magic and dumb the rest down.

There are so many emotionally charged objectives wrapped up in the ideals of a good education that it falls upon us all to learn more about what is directing the current system and what needs to be changed. Check into 1992 United Nations Agenda 21 and its 2015 update Agenda 2030 for further insight.

Oh, and don’t forget to follow the money trail here because this is a big one. How about the student loan scam for starters? The MC bank gets to finance the MC educational program required to get the “good job” with an MC company. It’s time we start asking better questions such as who’s making all the rules in this equation? He who makes the rules controls the game and the money. Maybe we need to learn how to do real math.

Other money trails worth investigating are usual suspects such as charters, grants, donations, that namesake science lab or campus library, Yale Skull and Bones, and then see if you can answer this: what does the best education your money can buy really get you?

5.       FINANCIAL STATUS-CLASS SYSTEM

We were told there will never be enough and we believed it.

In believing the lie, we accepted Their rations as They purloined our wealth.

The powerful spell of money has been considered by many to be the repertory fail-safe of the MC control system. It’s hard to argue with this sentiment when considering that absolutely nothing in our world has been unaffected by the irrational seduction of the grandest illusion of them all.

Dividing people into income brackets has served to segregate us into competitive groups based upon a standardized perception of worth. Yet who sets the standards for determining our worth? The IRS? Which BTW is a terroristic tax collecting private corporation not even under government control. We have all been conditioned to be so afraid of the IRS that no one ever thinks to ask the important questions like who is really running the IRS? And where do our tax dollars really go?

One of the things we have never been told is how the projected production value of each newborn life is appraised, bundled and pledged as collateral against our nation’s misappropriated debt. All it takes is a certificate of live birth and the assignment of a tax ID number and voila! They calculate what They believe to be the consummate worth of your entire life and proceed to pledge your life’s full asset value against Their investment activities as if your life were Theirs to pledge.

It’s a made up debt that can never be paid. Am I missing something or where in this set up do we the people see any true benefit? Not only are we conceived in debt, we are born into a debt that can never be paid. Sounds like indentured servitude to me, except it’s really more like a sinister form of enslavement. To keep the whole scheme going is merely to convince the uninitiated in the illusion of free market enterprise and the virtues of capitalism I guess.

Yet we all must have it, as much of it as we can get cuz that old saying is right. Money is what makes the world go ‘round. We need it to survive. We need it to eat, to sleep, to stay warm, to work, to live and we even need it to die because it was determined long before we were born that we must pay to play Their money game if we want to live and die on the planet of our birth. And the size of our balance sheet will forever be the gauge of our social value and our perceived place within established society.

We may not believe we have the power between us to bring down the malevolent monetary system as it stands, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have the power to break the spell that binds each of us to the money matrix. In breaking the spell, we can begin to neutralize the multitude of emotional triggers and responses we’ve been vigorously programmed with and begin using money as a tool instead of a weapon.

There is so much research to be done on this topic that it would be impossible for me to cover it all, and frankly, I have no intention of it. We all need to find our own truth and that means doing your own research. I will conclude with a few quotes by several familiar MC front men on this hot button subject:

“Money is a new form of slavery, and distinguishable from the old simply by the fact that it is impersonal – that there is no human relation between master and slave.” Leo Tolstoy, Russian writer.

“It is well enough that people of the nation do not understand our banking and money system, for if they did, I believe there would be a revolution before tomorrow morning.” Henry Ford, founder of the Ford Motor Company.

“Let me issue and control a nation’s money and I care not who writes the laws.” Mayer Amschel Rothschild (1744-1812), founder of the House of Rothschild and controllers of most of the world’s central banks.

Oh, and don’t forget to follow your fiat money straight to your bankrupt central bank for the gold They said was in Fort Knox vanished long ago.

I consider the list above to be merely a snapshot of some of the more obvious or notable social enslavement strategies. This list is clearly not thorough, let alone complete. It is only a beginning, to be used as an alternative perception tool for seeing our established social structures through fresh eyes. Hopefully its inclusion here will encourage further research in those who care to know more on these and other related topics such as the Entertainment industry, the Medical Mafia, the stranglehold on Science.

Knowledge empowers.

© by DK King

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