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I don't know for sure if it is what we coin as "modern" people and the made up term, "society".. or if it's always been this way. There is far more to this tale of human history one cannot even begin to fathom. Maybe, you will venture deeper as well. Not with me, no. I must go alone. We all must- in the end. Maybe, just maybe.. I will find my other. Her.
Let us analyze this image. Sure, at first glance it seems innocent. People are simply laughing, having a drink. A good ol' time. Come on, man.. what's with you? Go easy. I was born easy. Have been easy. Easy got me trampled. Ridiculed. Betrayed. Abandoned. They will never forget, though. The red head (hair is dyed, not natural)- Gina, is having a hearty belly laugh. That's her mistress. Her husband is in the hospital. She made sure he paid her well to go out before she dialed up Harold for another night of her getting pounded against his kitchen counter. She doesn't even think about it, except when her conscience tries to breathe form her suffocation if it. She is busy gagging on Harold's dick. Sip some more wine.
The gals in the back, looking on? Those are her dear friends, who dare not tell Harold a thing. Though, they secretly hate Gina- not because she cheats on her loyal husband and uses him for money, but because she's got the "it" factor. They want to be predators as well. Oh darn, should've been more of an alpha female and dominated the scene. Don't hate the player, hate the game.. am I right? The couple in the middle? That's Mel. He's about to ask the love of his love, Wendy to marry him. He loves her with all his heart and soul- and that is exactly what he's about to pay. She's leaving him after tonight. She is bored. Always wanted "more", though gave little to nothing. That's the thing about the hypnosis of women today and of men- women (no, not all- but about 95% of them through influence and indoctrination) are taught that men are servers. Servants, even. Yes, we are obliged and it is our honor (as foolish as we may be to remain innocent and devoted), but it is used as a weapon against the male now. The woman has fallen in love with the agent of chaos. With the illusion of freedom without consequence. Of one sided deals- and the power they do naturally wield and weaponize (which is a true shame and utterly sad reality of betrayal)- is sex. Her beauty. Her body. Her warmth. This is what a succubus is. They do not come with horns and glowing red eyes. For, the devil is wiser than that.
The two on the left? One is secretly a murderer and the other is a closet homosexual. Neither is wrong, given the context- but the usage of both is what has demonized its personification in "modern" times. It is a world of inversion, perversion (not the good type, because yes.. there is good perversion), and a systematic atmosphere which shapes the minds of almost all, without them realizing a thing. How does one know, or admit- when their very mind and awareness is raped? A victim often denies the whole experience or refuses to ever speak of it or acknowledge it from trauma. It is this primal tactic of infused sexual energy, that is the sorcerer's most potent weapon. The urge that controls you. It is automated. I tell you this if you venture deeper in The Archives, there is far more to all of this, than meets the surface eye.
Remember this post.. this image.. what you read today the next time you're out at a social event. A dinner. A bar. A club. Look around. Really look, beyond your eyes. What's everyone's motive? Their thoughts? Their urge? Remember. Re-Member.
