That was then….
At the beginning of my travels in spirituality, I attended British-Spiritualist meetings. And one spirit said that our karma begins to straighten out the minute we begin to practice even one tenet of spirituality, like telling the truth.
I think the same applies to seeking bliss.
If I focus directly on seeking bliss, instead of wandering after orgasm lifetime after lifetime, I start going by a more direct route home.
Over the course of my convalescence, it became clear to me that I needed to resign from what I consider to be the engine of the view of Third-Dimensional sexuality that I put forward last time. (1)
What’s that engine? It’s what I call the “cult of beauty” – for women. For men? The “cult of manliness,” perhaps?
I’m a man, a heterosexual, and it’s my relationships with women that I concern myself with.
The cult of beauty holds that the beautiful conspicuously survive, the beautiful are worthy, the beautiful get what they deserve and deserve what they get. Beauty is equated with goodness, by fawning men.
The cult of beauty ignores and excludes from its estimation of worthiness anyone who deviates from “the look.” Those who are not deemed beautiful are simply ignored. They must make their way by their own efforts, whereas doors are opened for the beautiful.
Whole industries are spawned to provide what it takes to “have that look,” etc., etc.
The cosmetics and skin-care industry alone sells so many potions that a woman, wanting to stay young and beautiful, can fill a bathroom cabinet (and more) with examples.
The result for many of the women I know is anxiety over fading looks, any bulges, anything that departs from “the look.”
This is all a sham. We’ve been manipulated for eons and we now need to make it stop.
There’s nothing wrong with allowing our body shape to flow with the years. There’s no need for anyone to imitate “the look.” I personally prefer “the natural” to “the look.”
In saying I resign my membership, I’m not saying that I don’t recognize and appreciate human beauty. I do.
I’m saying that I am, for the moment, not going to accord beauty a place – and the place for many men – among the standards by which I discern a person’s character. I’m not going to say of every woman, as so many people think is obligatory: “Oh, she’s so beautiful.”
Frankly I don’t care what she looks like. Does she love? That’s more important to me now. Does she communicate? Is she transparent?
So there. I’ve done it. To change my conditioned habits of admiring the beautiful will probably take a little time but my commitment is out there.
Footnotes
(1) The first shoe to drop was “Bliss is the Treasure of Heaven; Orgasm is a Taste of It,” Part 1 and Part 2. This article is the second shoe.