We ask why does intense pain exist? We find that The Divine also lives the pain through us, yet with unimaginable added layers of complexity. The more conscious we are, the more intense our pain, as consciousness adds layers upon experience. The Divine *which is us and all of life combined, doesn’t only feel the pain of the experiencer, but the pain of which that initial pain caused. For example, a dog. If it gets hit by a car, The Divine not only feels that pain, but the pain of the driver, the witnesses, and the family, as it happens, every time.
We ask why do innocent kittens get ran over sometimes, while overlooking the unimaginable pain induced upon lizards just because the cat that kitten would of grown to be, wants to play. The same with all of our “pointless” pain, while shielded from the pointless pain we inflict on animals & each other. Nature makes no mistakes. the question becomes why do we fear our pain, especially while overlooking the pain we inflict on the world around us? No shaming, as we are but a rough draft in what we are to become.
Here we enter the most emotionally tense subject humanity faces today. Even the laws of many countries throughout the world admit their current blindness & lack of faith as they say that Nature: the Divine Organizer, made a mistake, especially regarding the reproduction of young Women. If Women aren’t mature enough to care for a child at the moment of puberty, nature wouldn’t have designed them to start reproduction at that age. My Grandfather married my Grandmother when she was 13, and him 20. If that was outcasted then, I wouldn’t be alive to write these very words. Same with Ancestor Queen Dulce, Marrying King Sancho I of Portugal when she was 14 & he 20. Both couples lived a happy life and never remarried, and if they could do it all again, one thing they wouldn’t change is them.
One thing that amplifies this taboo in today’s culture, *even though its actually celebrated in role play, a hint of its repressed naturality is the pressure upon Women to look or be youthful.
That industry counts on the insecurity of aging itself. I’m here to say I find mature Women, just as attractive as youthful Women. They don’t lose tightness *especially with inner leg workouts, thank Lady Keirsten for that revelation. They achieve an intimate warmth & depth of sensuality & mind, that the youthful Woman, while inspirational in their rawness, have yet to grow. They achieve orgasm faster as they know how to let themselves get there.
Impulsive control is partaken in by those in fear of themselves & their personal desires, due to the shame they attribute to those desires.
It’s the same shame we impose on freely dressed, or undressed Women, in cultures that forgot their body as face, & replaced that memory with shame. A prophecy of the Abrahamic religions is that one day we shall return to the garden of Eden, and we’re in that process now as we implement Indigenous culture.
My tribe the Lenape: the Women traditionally get married at 14, & the Men 18. This too is near the traditional age of some of my European cultures, upheld to this day.
What’s natural to some, is repulsively shameful *due to social conditioning to others. Today we heal that shame, as tomorrow we see through the fog that was our flaw: finding flaw in something that deserves reverence. This healing comes at a time where the clothes we learnt to respect more than the transcendental beauty that is our body, is growing ever more taxing upon the Earth. We’re literally wrapping ourselves in micro plastics: polyester. We’re putting these micro plastics into our lungs as they fill frequented areas at home.
An entire destructive industry is counting on us to find shame instead of gift. Even if you’re 500 pounds, that body brings revelations, where cloth stops it at the surface. That body is a miracle, that cloth is just a texture.
As the Divine Organizer is flawless in its creation, I agree with its teaching that those under the age of puberty are too young for reproduction & thus sex. This is something we find in ourselves naturally, as though our attraction to those post puberty is natural, *even written in the chemical language of pheromones our lack of sexual interest in those prepuberty is also natural, *written in the chemical language of the absence of pheromones though there are obstacles we must overcome to heal unnatural interests.
Those obstacles include normalized unnatural substances that fundamentally alter our basic desires *including sex to the point of making a Man in his 20s, consider sexual intercourse with an elderly Woman. That might be a great natural desire when elders, though surely an unnatural desire in our youth. Another obstacle to overcome is taboo itself. Often times it isn’t the object of the taboo, but taboo itself that thrills some. This revelation is revealed by the phenomenon of intrusive thots, as the more we try to stop the intrusive thots, the more they happen. Thus, letting go is really the great heal all, healer.
We also reveal our imagined superiority above nature & thus the art of the Divine, with body modifications.
From religious rituals to aesthetics, we undermine our personal grace in the acceptance of the gift, that is our body.
The cultures that uphold these relational traditions aren’t perverts, but romanticists. Ancestor King Bolesław I the Brave was such a romanticist to the point of making it law, that if a Man were to cheat on his Woman, he’d have his sexual organs nailed to the bridge, and given a knife, and have to choose between cutting it off to free himself or bleed out. The Lenape too hold monogamous love in sacred reverence.
To my surprise to find, ALL of our ancestral cultures abided by these same laws of Nature. In Medieval China, Europe, Africa, etc. the legal age of consent was tied to puberty. Remember we have more ancestors than not that lived & upheld these laws of Nature, as the reduction of our reproductive rights is due to newfound irritations. Hateful terms like “pedophile” directed at relations post puberty is not only unjust, but against the very ancestors before us. We’ve yet to build a cleaner civilization than the Ancestors, so who’s to say that creating new laws to fit our ever growing irritation *as we further irritate our drinking water, is a progression? Even our arts…music hasn’t improved, it just changed, and likely degenerated due to the flaw setting that is modern pace.
These relational traditions only seem out of place within a culture of industrialized relationships, where the impulse to “upgrade” is programmed upon us instead of “to cherish,” as this is the economic engine itself.
Age is not a measure of maturity, as we can find youth as mature as some elders. The age of consent today often coincides with the age of industrial graduation, growing out of Industrialization itself, not religious or moral ground. Women under the age of 18 are often the ones that keep their heart open to a Man without money, while once they reach 18, suddenly money & material assimilations like cars, often become requirements, overlooking those that renounce materialism. Students are taught ego their senior year, so 18 is often a closed door in terms of openness to new music unless served to them from their “trusted” platforms. This is why Pop music aims at youth. Openness to new.
Again, it stems from industrialization & thus upholds it. Suddenly when love is something to put on a shelf like Tinder, where the “product” is decided upon by its packaging & advertisement, while the warmth & depth become irrelevant variables; suddenly the idea of having to compete with more youthful skin, becomes repulsive in itself. Add on top having to accept a new standard of having to open our hearts to those we’ve barred entry, because this new more youthful “model” see’s treasure whereas we learnt to overlook as worthless…. suddenly all effort goes into holding back the floodgate, fighting nature with laws, instead of admitting our wrongful bars of entry and letting the process grow us.
Now put these relational traditions back into the cultures they grew from, including our pre industrialized, pre “arranged” selves, and we find something magical. Love for the sake of love, not transaction. Optimism where blinding pessimism took over. We remember how to dream, how money doesn’t define depth or lovability, but depth & lovability itself. We remember the world anew, full of mystery & hope, as we can never fully figure it out, thus the world never truly grows old as it never really did, only the systems, only the chasing of a success that cannot be reached, instead of enjoying a wonder that has no limits.