Coming up behind Rose as she was leaning over the table, and talking quietly into her left ear in a meant-to-be-menacing tone, "You're going to get fucked."
"hee-hee!" very quietly.
"And your arse smacked."
"Hee-hee!" even quieter.
Yep. Happened as predicted.
Saturday, April 09, 2011
Steel Rose made a comment on my post yesterday and this is a response to that.
Yes I understand your aversion to religion. I was educated in a boarding school where Christianity was taught, but later I realised that the people who had been teaching me had little understanding of what they were teaching. They felt that it must be useful but could not explain how. I abandoned that religious outlook.
Nevertheless, I came back - not to any Christian church, but to spirituality, when I began to understand the control our egos hold over us and how that control stunts and distorts our lives. I remember that after work one day, when I was about 25 and living in London, I stopped in a bookshop in Oxford Street and bought Eugen Herrigel's "Zen in the Art of Archery." Passing Hyde Park, I went in, sat down on a park bench and read the whole book through before continuing my journey home. I realised that the archery Master had something infinitely valuable to teach. Herrigel (whose education in philosophy was something of a disadvantage to him in this) after some years of lessons with the Master, suddenly one day became able to let "It" shoot. I understood then that somehow we have to let "It" run our entire life. That is, in a nutshell, what spirituality is all about, and what religion has hi-jacked to express in often distorted ways, mixed with power hunger.
What is "It"? It cannot be described or defined, but you know it when you see it!
Our egos are fearful of letting go their grip on us. Ego should be our servant, but it is our master instead. I see submission to another human as a metaphor for the longing to lose ourselves, lose our egos, with which we identify and believe to be our selves. When we break the ego's control there is a sudden realization - "enlightenment" in Buddhist terms - that we are not our egos.
We stop defining ourselves.
"It" takes over and our life is completely transformed.
Unfortunately, the ego is nothing if not tenacious and a few seconds, minutes or hours later we begin to question this and usually find ourselves back in its grip. But the step has been taken and never again will we feel so powerless.
Yes I understand your aversion to religion. I was educated in a boarding school where Christianity was taught, but later I realised that the people who had been teaching me had little understanding of what they were teaching. They felt that it must be useful but could not explain how. I abandoned that religious outlook.
Nevertheless, I came back - not to any Christian church, but to spirituality, when I began to understand the control our egos hold over us and how that control stunts and distorts our lives. I remember that after work one day, when I was about 25 and living in London, I stopped in a bookshop in Oxford Street and bought Eugen Herrigel's "Zen in the Art of Archery." Passing Hyde Park, I went in, sat down on a park bench and read the whole book through before continuing my journey home. I realised that the archery Master had something infinitely valuable to teach. Herrigel (whose education in philosophy was something of a disadvantage to him in this) after some years of lessons with the Master, suddenly one day became able to let "It" shoot. I understood then that somehow we have to let "It" run our entire life. That is, in a nutshell, what spirituality is all about, and what religion has hi-jacked to express in often distorted ways, mixed with power hunger.
What is "It"? It cannot be described or defined, but you know it when you see it!
Our egos are fearful of letting go their grip on us. Ego should be our servant, but it is our master instead. I see submission to another human as a metaphor for the longing to lose ourselves, lose our egos, with which we identify and believe to be our selves. When we break the ego's control there is a sudden realization - "enlightenment" in Buddhist terms - that we are not our egos.
We stop defining ourselves.
"It" takes over and our life is completely transformed.
Unfortunately, the ego is nothing if not tenacious and a few seconds, minutes or hours later we begin to question this and usually find ourselves back in its grip. But the step has been taken and never again will we feel so powerless.
Friday, April 08, 2011
This was originally a comment on Tammy and Jake's blog, but I want to record it here.
My thoughts on letting go.
It's not only submissives that have this problem with letting go. Anyone who does spiritual work has letting go to do. I sometimes practise when I am walking every morning, my journey takes almost 15 minutes and if I don't lose my place on the way (I usually do) it can be fifteen minutes of letting go.
It's important to let go of the desire to let go. That may sound ridiculous but it's true: so long as that desire to let go is in you, you haven't done it and will never do it. Though it may feel like you are going to vanish into nothingness, it's not necessary to hold on to anything whatsoever. When we have let go of everything, life bears us up and carries us along. We become suddenly a hundred times more conscious, more alive.
One reason spanking helps is because your conscious mind is forcibly taken off its struggle, thus enabling it to let go. Subspace results.
A very interesting description of letting go can be found at the beginning of Eckhart Tolle's book "The Power of Now." Also read Tony Parsons' book "The Open Secret" for another radical letting go. You can find Tony Parsons on the internet, he has recorded an interview on youtube somewhere.
Usually letting go, when it happens, is temporary: a few moments of freedom, then the ego asserts its control again; but sometimes it is permanent and life-changing.
It's my view that submissive women are seeking the same release as the mystic seeking God. Just that they are doing it in different ways with different immediate goals. Everyone is doing it in the way that seems right for them.
My thoughts on letting go.
It's not only submissives that have this problem with letting go. Anyone who does spiritual work has letting go to do. I sometimes practise when I am walking every morning, my journey takes almost 15 minutes and if I don't lose my place on the way (I usually do) it can be fifteen minutes of letting go.
It's important to let go of the desire to let go. That may sound ridiculous but it's true: so long as that desire to let go is in you, you haven't done it and will never do it. Though it may feel like you are going to vanish into nothingness, it's not necessary to hold on to anything whatsoever. When we have let go of everything, life bears us up and carries us along. We become suddenly a hundred times more conscious, more alive.
One reason spanking helps is because your conscious mind is forcibly taken off its struggle, thus enabling it to let go. Subspace results.
A very interesting description of letting go can be found at the beginning of Eckhart Tolle's book "The Power of Now." Also read Tony Parsons' book "The Open Secret" for another radical letting go. You can find Tony Parsons on the internet, he has recorded an interview on youtube somewhere.
Usually letting go, when it happens, is temporary: a few moments of freedom, then the ego asserts its control again; but sometimes it is permanent and life-changing.
It's my view that submissive women are seeking the same release as the mystic seeking God. Just that they are doing it in different ways with different immediate goals. Everyone is doing it in the way that seems right for them.
A neighbour asked us to a birthday party for her two-year-old son. Two years is considered a critical age stage here, and parties for this event are common. This one was to be held in the Girl Scouts building in town, a mile from our house. Four o'clock was the stated time, and Rose, who was already in town for other purposes, went there. As one might have expected, there was no-one there. Social events usually start about one hour after the scheduled time, and I must admit this irritates me, having been brought up in England by a methodical father. To me, this habit of un-punctuality is an instance of Filipinos being unable to do what they say they are going to do, and this attitude is largely responsible for Filipinos not being taken seriously by the rest of the world.
Rose called me to warn me not to come yet, so I had time to wash at leisure, feed the dogs and cat and scan the internet for any Forex trading opportunities: I didn't find any besides the trade that I had already closed a hour before (at a profit of $7.32.) Claude, who was fast asleep, having spent the entire previous night awake playing with his cousins at a vigil for a dead relative, was obviously not going to come, so at about 4:45 I locked up the house and cycled off to the town, having first accomplished the tricky task of getting my bike out of the gate without letting one of the dogs out as well - our young male dog is an unruly creature and wily with it.
Arriving at the party, there were a great many people there that I did not know and a few that I did. I took some of the food offered and sat outside on a concrete slab in the big open space to eat it. I watched the sunlight shifting gradually on the buildings around and breathed in the cool evening air under a cloudless sky. Our hostess was trying to get me to sit in a more honourable place but I preferred the fresh air and some distance from the monotonous loud music. Rosie wasn't there yet, having gone to the shops to get a birthday gift for the little boy.
When she arrived, Rosie got food and sat with me while I wondered to myself how to get her back to working the housework schedule I instituted about a year ago and which she gradually abandoned without my doing anything about it. I really dislike telling people to do what they already know they should be doing. The men in the blogs I read, who seem to be all take-charge types, don't have this problem!
Rose called me to warn me not to come yet, so I had time to wash at leisure, feed the dogs and cat and scan the internet for any Forex trading opportunities: I didn't find any besides the trade that I had already closed a hour before (at a profit of $7.32.) Claude, who was fast asleep, having spent the entire previous night awake playing with his cousins at a vigil for a dead relative, was obviously not going to come, so at about 4:45 I locked up the house and cycled off to the town, having first accomplished the tricky task of getting my bike out of the gate without letting one of the dogs out as well - our young male dog is an unruly creature and wily with it.
Arriving at the party, there were a great many people there that I did not know and a few that I did. I took some of the food offered and sat outside on a concrete slab in the big open space to eat it. I watched the sunlight shifting gradually on the buildings around and breathed in the cool evening air under a cloudless sky. Our hostess was trying to get me to sit in a more honourable place but I preferred the fresh air and some distance from the monotonous loud music. Rosie wasn't there yet, having gone to the shops to get a birthday gift for the little boy.
When she arrived, Rosie got food and sat with me while I wondered to myself how to get her back to working the housework schedule I instituted about a year ago and which she gradually abandoned without my doing anything about it. I really dislike telling people to do what they already know they should be doing. The men in the blogs I read, who seem to be all take-charge types, don't have this problem!
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Buying Fish
Went to the fish market this afternoon to buy fish for the dogs. Tamban (small silver coloured fish 4 to 6 inches long that we like to eat smoked) is my usual choice. As soon as I arrived there, a woman offered me Tamban at 40 pesos (less than $1) a kg, so I bought 2 kilos. They were smaller than average and the price was lowish. She put in about ten extra fish so I got more than 2 kg. I could have tried bargaining and she probably would have agreed to 2 kg for 70 but then she wouldn't have put any extra in for me, and our cooking pot holds just over 2 kg so I handed over 80 pesos without discussing price.
Facebook sucks
I closed my Facebook account yesterday, it's too difficult to arrange my stuff as I want it, too difficult to delete and correct stuff. Facebook likes everything their own way and this doesn't suit me. So I'm going back to blogging.
I'm at a loss to understand how Facebook has become such a valuable company. Where do they get their money from? From advertisements, I suppose, but who would buy anything through an ad on Facebook? Not me, anyway.
I shut it down in a fit of annoyance, without explaining to my contacts there first. I should have done that I guess, but I'm not going back in again just to do that. Have to tell them some other way.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
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