Love Is A Criminal
Selfish mode is assisted by some very dubious characters. They insure trough their clandestine activities, under various forms, that the benefactor is also the beneficiary. Assuming good posture these characters enter alien territories and disrupt normal behavior. Normal being what is normal to each thing. Some of the most successful are known as love, good will, jealousy, justice and altruism. These are but a few of the representatives of the constituency of greed. If it is in our interest to use someone we approach them with kindness or love, we tell them how much they mean to us or how much we need them to survive. They may indeed be the air that we breath and we may suffocate with out them.
And this need of others is the most depressing thought to the selfish mode! That is precisely why the gods it manufactures are so independent, they have no "needs" only desires! The need for others is urged by our internal quest to infest every habitat with what we are. We would never bargain with humanity if at any time our autonomy became complete. But it is not and if we accept momentary treaties it is only to advance our over all goal. Friendship is the most common method of abusing one another. Of course abuse is nonexistent because a master and slave are in desperate need of each-other. Yet everyone pities the slave because they do not have the ability to observe how the slave serves his own needs. The brutality of the slave is in fact more diabolical the master castigates with physical abuse, but the slaves whip is a moral psychological weapon which harms the mind. The wounds of the flesh heal much sooner than those of the mind. Of course it is reciprocal but the punishment the master gives is most humane and this is why we would rather be masters than slaves. Yet most of us are brutes which adore the cruelty of suffering and so most of us, are slaves! Fragile strength!
From this comes our inability to communicate, we suffer from dementia because we do not wish to understand our activities. We want to be completely under cover as secret agents of the selfish mode whose secret mission is our social, physical, psychological propagation. In a sense we code the information we give the world. Unfortunately this cryptographic effort also serves to deny us complete knowledge of our selves. It is a very expensive adventure but it is necessary.
As I've said love is one of the most popular method of intrusion, its false attributes have made it a formidable conquistador, able to destroy almost any spirit. Love usually travels with a squad of bodyguards which are known under the aliases of jealousy and hate. It also has access to a group of advisors such as romance, passion and desperation. To watch them in action is to observe the most formidable opponent. Their ambassador is friendship, a friend of the worse kind. Friendship introduces love to the adversary then romance takes over, luring with the potion of passion. Passions real name is madness a self destructive spirit which deserves to be avoided. Once the Victim, victim for the sake of explanation, is enchanted the rape begins. Love’s true definition is: the direct abuse or draining of a subject by another so as to acquire a desired condition, or to extend the self through the subject. Love is a drug that seduces the victims to a level which gives them the illusion of feeling extreme passion while their true feelings are being sabotaged by the lover. Love therefor permits the attacker the freedom to act with out restriction, as his victim justifies the rape under the name of love. Of course the victim eventually becomes aware of the abuse usually because the lover forgets his limitations and seeks extremes.
The evidence of how harmful and dangerous love is, forces the victim to attempt to secure a balance. As it does this, desperation arrives to rescue the lover, who claims that it is nothing with out the object of love. If this first defense fails then hate and jealousy begin to campaign. This combination often confuses the victim which dresses with the negligee of compassion for its abuser. And so the abuse continues though it gradually becomes more obvious to the victim of love. At this point jealousy is the most active, its attempt is oriented to control as much as possible so that the loved one does not have access to the world around it. The idea being that awareness can not develop with out objective information from such sources as friends or relatives. Jealousy is indeed the egomaniac denial of the right of others to love others. Jealousy is our way of preventing the object of our abuse to be abused by others. We do not want intruders the love object is all ours, we refuse to share it, we refuse its resources to others! You are all mine and can not love any one else that is the war cry of jealousy.
The terrible, terrible thing about this intrusion is that it prevents us from loving everyone thus it limits the “I”, the edge of the world becomes the edge of the relationship and this forces us to reduce our interaction with the world. As the victim begins to feel the discomforts of love, as it fractures its existence it begins to escape. Hate is called in to prevent the retreat. Hate plays with insecurity, it dares the abused to deal with the world with out love, to try to survive and replace what they had together. The wretched victim dresses in the suit of fear and begins to feel depression as the withdraw symptoms demand that the rapist be kept. As the carcass of love, which isolated us from the environment, is left behind, the severe wounds from the abuse live full and healthy lives, and sometimes the only escape is suicide.
Love is the name of a criminal! And this criminal never lets go until it has sucked its existence from the object of its love. Some times the subject ends the relationship before the parasite has quenched its thirst. When this occurs the lover falls into the abyss left by the absence of the loved one and this voyage only results in tragedy. A freak is produced which may kill the loved one or those near to it, but more often it happens that this mad lover cuts its throat.
Lovers trap each-other in their webs by the abuse of actors such as misery, I will be miserable with out you, ultimate solitude, I will die of loneliness. These well constructed agitators serve to glue the relationship with pity and guilt. And so both lovers feel a need and a responsibility to love one another. This crates the environment which rejects the out side world and limits their perspective. In such grotesque manner that it is as if two diseases were embracing each-other, and so indeed they are! The elimination of others is loves way of denial and so the world which observes objectively is ignored by criminal lovers. With the reference point lost love, sick love becomes the ideal objective, end of life!
We arrive at the horrible conclusion not by choice but by default that love is an anesthetic that we are injected with, so that we may tolerate the infusion or intrusion of others. That is love is what forces us to give the best of what we are and through the act of love the best is taken. Since we resist it is painful, and we do so because to allow another into our lives we must reduce a portion of our selves. The reduction is a transfer of what we are into another and as the love sick relationship comes to its end it is most painful. Simply because their is Less love, that is less anesthetic which leads us to suffer as we feel one another, so it is, for feeling without the drug is what leads to the torture of being aware that we are alone, that we are not them and they are not us. As the separation becomes complete that is, after a grueling oscillation period, each lover walks away with a part of the other, carrying on in a different direction from the one before the encounter. Lessons learned? Not so, no one ever learns anything, every one has only the objective of invading. And if something is learned it is how to be more of what one is, how to approach the battle zone and each perfects his tactics to overcome as many as possible: To love everyone! All that we know is ourselves and of this we know very little. Love teaches us about what we are and it is a good thing, but we should not forget that though it be good, it is the good of a bad thing!
After this lecture my mind was completely disabled, I want to comment on it but what can I add? I want to tell you what Adriana was feeling as the man limited himself not, as this man pounded emotions into us, I can’t say anything, I don’t know what the implications are, I don’t know!
And this need of others is the most depressing thought to the selfish mode! That is precisely why the gods it manufactures are so independent, they have no "needs" only desires! The need for others is urged by our internal quest to infest every habitat with what we are. We would never bargain with humanity if at any time our autonomy became complete. But it is not and if we accept momentary treaties it is only to advance our over all goal. Friendship is the most common method of abusing one another. Of course abuse is nonexistent because a master and slave are in desperate need of each-other. Yet everyone pities the slave because they do not have the ability to observe how the slave serves his own needs. The brutality of the slave is in fact more diabolical the master castigates with physical abuse, but the slaves whip is a moral psychological weapon which harms the mind. The wounds of the flesh heal much sooner than those of the mind. Of course it is reciprocal but the punishment the master gives is most humane and this is why we would rather be masters than slaves. Yet most of us are brutes which adore the cruelty of suffering and so most of us, are slaves! Fragile strength!
From this comes our inability to communicate, we suffer from dementia because we do not wish to understand our activities. We want to be completely under cover as secret agents of the selfish mode whose secret mission is our social, physical, psychological propagation. In a sense we code the information we give the world. Unfortunately this cryptographic effort also serves to deny us complete knowledge of our selves. It is a very expensive adventure but it is necessary.
As I've said love is one of the most popular method of intrusion, its false attributes have made it a formidable conquistador, able to destroy almost any spirit. Love usually travels with a squad of bodyguards which are known under the aliases of jealousy and hate. It also has access to a group of advisors such as romance, passion and desperation. To watch them in action is to observe the most formidable opponent. Their ambassador is friendship, a friend of the worse kind. Friendship introduces love to the adversary then romance takes over, luring with the potion of passion. Passions real name is madness a self destructive spirit which deserves to be avoided. Once the Victim, victim for the sake of explanation, is enchanted the rape begins. Love’s true definition is: the direct abuse or draining of a subject by another so as to acquire a desired condition, or to extend the self through the subject. Love is a drug that seduces the victims to a level which gives them the illusion of feeling extreme passion while their true feelings are being sabotaged by the lover. Love therefor permits the attacker the freedom to act with out restriction, as his victim justifies the rape under the name of love. Of course the victim eventually becomes aware of the abuse usually because the lover forgets his limitations and seeks extremes.
The evidence of how harmful and dangerous love is, forces the victim to attempt to secure a balance. As it does this, desperation arrives to rescue the lover, who claims that it is nothing with out the object of love. If this first defense fails then hate and jealousy begin to campaign. This combination often confuses the victim which dresses with the negligee of compassion for its abuser. And so the abuse continues though it gradually becomes more obvious to the victim of love. At this point jealousy is the most active, its attempt is oriented to control as much as possible so that the loved one does not have access to the world around it. The idea being that awareness can not develop with out objective information from such sources as friends or relatives. Jealousy is indeed the egomaniac denial of the right of others to love others. Jealousy is our way of preventing the object of our abuse to be abused by others. We do not want intruders the love object is all ours, we refuse to share it, we refuse its resources to others! You are all mine and can not love any one else that is the war cry of jealousy.
The terrible, terrible thing about this intrusion is that it prevents us from loving everyone thus it limits the “I”, the edge of the world becomes the edge of the relationship and this forces us to reduce our interaction with the world. As the victim begins to feel the discomforts of love, as it fractures its existence it begins to escape. Hate is called in to prevent the retreat. Hate plays with insecurity, it dares the abused to deal with the world with out love, to try to survive and replace what they had together. The wretched victim dresses in the suit of fear and begins to feel depression as the withdraw symptoms demand that the rapist be kept. As the carcass of love, which isolated us from the environment, is left behind, the severe wounds from the abuse live full and healthy lives, and sometimes the only escape is suicide.
Love is the name of a criminal! And this criminal never lets go until it has sucked its existence from the object of its love. Some times the subject ends the relationship before the parasite has quenched its thirst. When this occurs the lover falls into the abyss left by the absence of the loved one and this voyage only results in tragedy. A freak is produced which may kill the loved one or those near to it, but more often it happens that this mad lover cuts its throat.
Lovers trap each-other in their webs by the abuse of actors such as misery, I will be miserable with out you, ultimate solitude, I will die of loneliness. These well constructed agitators serve to glue the relationship with pity and guilt. And so both lovers feel a need and a responsibility to love one another. This crates the environment which rejects the out side world and limits their perspective. In such grotesque manner that it is as if two diseases were embracing each-other, and so indeed they are! The elimination of others is loves way of denial and so the world which observes objectively is ignored by criminal lovers. With the reference point lost love, sick love becomes the ideal objective, end of life!
We arrive at the horrible conclusion not by choice but by default that love is an anesthetic that we are injected with, so that we may tolerate the infusion or intrusion of others. That is love is what forces us to give the best of what we are and through the act of love the best is taken. Since we resist it is painful, and we do so because to allow another into our lives we must reduce a portion of our selves. The reduction is a transfer of what we are into another and as the love sick relationship comes to its end it is most painful. Simply because their is Less love, that is less anesthetic which leads us to suffer as we feel one another, so it is, for feeling without the drug is what leads to the torture of being aware that we are alone, that we are not them and they are not us. As the separation becomes complete that is, after a grueling oscillation period, each lover walks away with a part of the other, carrying on in a different direction from the one before the encounter. Lessons learned? Not so, no one ever learns anything, every one has only the objective of invading. And if something is learned it is how to be more of what one is, how to approach the battle zone and each perfects his tactics to overcome as many as possible: To love everyone! All that we know is ourselves and of this we know very little. Love teaches us about what we are and it is a good thing, but we should not forget that though it be good, it is the good of a bad thing!
After this lecture my mind was completely disabled, I want to comment on it but what can I add? I want to tell you what Adriana was feeling as the man limited himself not, as this man pounded emotions into us, I can’t say anything, I don’t know what the implications are, I don’t know!
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