Your woman is your 800 pound gorilla in the metaphysical world. There are many reasons for this but the primary one is because Emotion is Metaphysical Rocket Fuel. Females will always be more connected to emotion than we will. They will feel it deeper. They will understand it better. And they can manipulate its energy on a far greater scale than we ever will.
Women also wield a huge amount of power in the physical world, but it is indirect power. In these 3 dimensions, men are the force to be reckoned with. Our tendencies toward logic and reason, combined with our physical prowess, allow us to build and destroy on a greater level. But even then, we're not at the top of the food chain.
Every high performance automobile, every skyscraper, every aircraft carrier, and every luxury mansion was built and sold to gain favor with, keep safe, or make comfortable a woman. It is quite possible that the single most driving force in all of humanity is gender. How do you manifest legions from thin air and march them off to rain fire on foreign lands? You tell the men that their women are in danger. And you convince the women that a man in uniform is sexy.
But beyond the crass force of the material world, lies the seat of true power. In this realm, Emotion reigns supreme and they will always be better connected to it than most of us.
Your 800 pound gorilla wears a set of full body chains. They were placed on her by the matrix she grew up in. The slithering string-pullers of this world worried a little bit about us men, but they took their fucking time developing the chains for our women. They are an intricate and omnipresent masterwork of bondage and misdirection.
It is absolutely clear that the last thing this matrix wants is to be staring down the business end of a pack of 800 pound gorillas.
The chains they wear are manifold. They are so immense and cumbersome that they keep them from even getting close to one another. But the largest one, the one that causes the most damage and ensures the matrix's longevity, is labeled "Lack of Emotional Control." The matrix couldn't separate woman from her most powerful weapon. All it could do was make sure she couldn't aim it.
"Hell hath no fury." "Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em." "Women are crazy." These are not insightful takes on a biological reality. This is programming that both hides and reinforces these chains.
I believe it is the duty of every man to help slip the chains off his woman. Inch by inch and week by week, gently and reassuringly loosening the shackles from your 800 pounder. An 800 pounder that could pop off at any second and start slicing down trees, with those flailing chains, as she thrashes about. She has never been told that she can control her emotions. She's been programmed since birth that she is at their mercy. And frankly, she resents the insinuation that this is not a healthy state of affairs.
There is a method I have found to assist in the removal of these chains. It is time consuming and arduous. And sooooo fucking worth it.
Begin by laying the groundwork with discussions about stress hormones. When a human engages in negative emotions, the body produces chemicals that cease growth, disable learning mechanisms, and decrease lifespan. There is much information about this on the web. Make sure she understands that negative emotion is killing her.
Independent of this, encourage a few discussions about goals. What do you want out of life? Get her to agree that "Happy" and "Healthy" are at the top of the list. An easy way of doing this is posing the hypothetical: "If I told you I was gonna give you 50 million dollars - but you had to be miserable for the rest of your life - would you take it?" Make sure she understands that money (or any material gain) is only a perceived route to the end goal- a healthy life filled with joy.
If you can get her to agree to these things, you've got her right where you want her. Whenever she starts losing her mind about a situation, you are armed with her own "best interests" to defuse it.
"You are absolutely right! Where does she get off? Fuck her. It pisses me off that she gets to give you a heart attack just because she's a cunt... Well, baby, you feel like shit about it, right? That's my point- when you feel like shit, your body is producing stress hormones that are toxic. They are just poison and they are decreasing your lifespan. Why does that bitch get to steal my time with you? It's not cool."
"Wait a minute, gorgeous. Come here. Is this really the hill you wanna die on? I'm looking at this, wondering why you don't seem to understand that you hold all the cards here. Who gives a shit what they do? Does it mean anything to anyone? You're sitting on top of the mountain, poisoning yourself over the morons who wanna be up where you are. Why are you doing that to yourself?"
"Ok, beautiful, listen to me. You're right, the situation is fucked. But it is what it is. We've got no ability to change it. The way I see it, you've got two choices. Fucked situation; or fucked situation and you're poisoning yourself. Which one do you want outta this?"
When she inevitably tells you that you're not supporting her, you can flip the script with the groundwork you've laid. "Baby, we agreed that Happy and Healthy were your goals. I was just trying to offer you a perspective that could help you get what you want here. You are absolutely right! (stroking her) You have every right to pissed! (keep stroking) He's out of his goddamn mind! (never stop stroking) That's bullshit! But, sweety, why does he get to poison you?"
Always keep in mind that many studies have been done now that prove that venting your anger is unhealthy for you. The conclusions of these studies state things like "Venting your anger is practice for being an angry person." And "Venting your anger doesn't diminish it, it rehearses it."
Lots of hugs. Lots of smiles. No arguing or losing your temper. It ain't easy, but it can be done. Tame that gorilla whipping chains around all over the house. It's all carrot and no stick, baby! The Hard Way.
Women also wield a huge amount of power in the physical world, but it is indirect power. In these 3 dimensions, men are the force to be reckoned with. Our tendencies toward logic and reason, combined with our physical prowess, allow us to build and destroy on a greater level. But even then, we're not at the top of the food chain.
Every high performance automobile, every skyscraper, every aircraft carrier, and every luxury mansion was built and sold to gain favor with, keep safe, or make comfortable a woman. It is quite possible that the single most driving force in all of humanity is gender. How do you manifest legions from thin air and march them off to rain fire on foreign lands? You tell the men that their women are in danger. And you convince the women that a man in uniform is sexy.
But beyond the crass force of the material world, lies the seat of true power. In this realm, Emotion reigns supreme and they will always be better connected to it than most of us.
Your 800 pound gorilla wears a set of full body chains. They were placed on her by the matrix she grew up in. The slithering string-pullers of this world worried a little bit about us men, but they took their fucking time developing the chains for our women. They are an intricate and omnipresent masterwork of bondage and misdirection.
It is absolutely clear that the last thing this matrix wants is to be staring down the business end of a pack of 800 pound gorillas.
The chains they wear are manifold. They are so immense and cumbersome that they keep them from even getting close to one another. But the largest one, the one that causes the most damage and ensures the matrix's longevity, is labeled "Lack of Emotional Control." The matrix couldn't separate woman from her most powerful weapon. All it could do was make sure she couldn't aim it.
"Hell hath no fury." "Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em." "Women are crazy." These are not insightful takes on a biological reality. This is programming that both hides and reinforces these chains.
I believe it is the duty of every man to help slip the chains off his woman. Inch by inch and week by week, gently and reassuringly loosening the shackles from your 800 pounder. An 800 pounder that could pop off at any second and start slicing down trees, with those flailing chains, as she thrashes about. She has never been told that she can control her emotions. She's been programmed since birth that she is at their mercy. And frankly, she resents the insinuation that this is not a healthy state of affairs.
There is a method I have found to assist in the removal of these chains. It is time consuming and arduous. And sooooo fucking worth it.
Begin by laying the groundwork with discussions about stress hormones. When a human engages in negative emotions, the body produces chemicals that cease growth, disable learning mechanisms, and decrease lifespan. There is much information about this on the web. Make sure she understands that negative emotion is killing her.
Independent of this, encourage a few discussions about goals. What do you want out of life? Get her to agree that "Happy" and "Healthy" are at the top of the list. An easy way of doing this is posing the hypothetical: "If I told you I was gonna give you 50 million dollars - but you had to be miserable for the rest of your life - would you take it?" Make sure she understands that money (or any material gain) is only a perceived route to the end goal- a healthy life filled with joy.
If you can get her to agree to these things, you've got her right where you want her. Whenever she starts losing her mind about a situation, you are armed with her own "best interests" to defuse it.
"You are absolutely right! Where does she get off? Fuck her. It pisses me off that she gets to give you a heart attack just because she's a cunt... Well, baby, you feel like shit about it, right? That's my point- when you feel like shit, your body is producing stress hormones that are toxic. They are just poison and they are decreasing your lifespan. Why does that bitch get to steal my time with you? It's not cool."
"Wait a minute, gorgeous. Come here. Is this really the hill you wanna die on? I'm looking at this, wondering why you don't seem to understand that you hold all the cards here. Who gives a shit what they do? Does it mean anything to anyone? You're sitting on top of the mountain, poisoning yourself over the morons who wanna be up where you are. Why are you doing that to yourself?"
"Ok, beautiful, listen to me. You're right, the situation is fucked. But it is what it is. We've got no ability to change it. The way I see it, you've got two choices. Fucked situation; or fucked situation and you're poisoning yourself. Which one do you want outta this?"
When she inevitably tells you that you're not supporting her, you can flip the script with the groundwork you've laid. "Baby, we agreed that Happy and Healthy were your goals. I was just trying to offer you a perspective that could help you get what you want here. You are absolutely right! (stroking her) You have every right to pissed! (keep stroking) He's out of his goddamn mind! (never stop stroking) That's bullshit! But, sweety, why does he get to poison you?"
Always keep in mind that many studies have been done now that prove that venting your anger is unhealthy for you. The conclusions of these studies state things like "Venting your anger is practice for being an angry person." And "Venting your anger doesn't diminish it, it rehearses it."
Lots of hugs. Lots of smiles. No arguing or losing your temper. It ain't easy, but it can be done. Tame that gorilla whipping chains around all over the house. It's all carrot and no stick, baby! The Hard Way.