India is a great example of this due to the immense mix of languages, cultures, traditions and the rest. For example, Muslims have their own mix of peace and aggression which is due to the resonance of fasting and then eating loats of goat, sacrificial, which is known to keep pressing as it butts head with anything in front of it. Hindus, on the flip, are generally much more tranquil to the state of almost being passive in this modern age as they still live and die by the “Ahmisa” concept that states they should attempt not to harm anything in order to exist. Sikhs, up North, have historically done a lot of the protection for the place against those invading and they’re known for mainly drinking and consuming lots of chicken plus lamb, both of which are linked to their bird brained naivety that other religions mock and make jokes against as they are so straight forward and direct. Down South we have the Dravidians who consume a load of fish and tend to go with the flow and not make much noise as well and then, in the US, we have those who are known for their over the top aggression and desire for conflict who are, almost religiously, fed eggs and bacon for breakfast (Thanks to the nephew of Freud. Amazing, isn’t it?) whilst proving they’re greedy as pigs when it comes to natural resources that they, quite often, “liberate” from the nests of said folks with brown skin on other continents under various pretexts but rarely do the drapes of reality match the curtains of the image they sell before doing it all again.
Its pretty amazing and whilst this tale isn’t scientific in that respect it offers food for thought so scrape the dish as I, personally, have done loads of extended imperiments when it comes to shifting the variables of what I’m consuming, viewing and in general resonance with. For example:
Boxing comes much more naturally to me when eating meat based dishes but quiet introspection is almost effortless when I’ve been feasting on simple vegetarian options. Things like this really do have me wondering because something I’ve been recently pondering is the concept of electrical current and its implications. Actually, lets back up a few steps:
I do believe in the you are what you eat concept as the above attests as there are very clear points of demarcation in culture, region and temperament that is often linked with the local dish. Granted, its a relatively small sample offered as an illustration but I think you’ll get my drift as lets pretend you buy two identical motors and run one on Ninety Eight octane as the best it can get and the other gets supermarket petrol station swill which, allegedly, has added additives to increase the skim and lowering prices to draw the punters in. That, by the way, is just a hypothesis but one I suspect is correct that I may cover, elsewhen. Now, these two vehicles are driven the same and serviced at identical rates in the same place. After a few decades which one do you suspect would be in better shape? Kind of obvious, yes? Just a tiny little variable can create an immense change, especially if it addresses the most vital element:
Fuel.
We are ran not just by what we consume with our lips but senses as well. Do you think so many women that are now unhappily single after an extended period of juggling multiple appendages in search of her fair prince that would come and sweep her off her Blahniks would have done so without Sex & The City programming their awareness that they can have, eat their cake, stay thin and gain a picture perfect wedding with all the bells and whistles thrown in as they glide off into the sunset after riding the carousel for an extended length? This is actually a dope topic I’ll have to examine at depth as its a great example of mass hypnosis via the black mirror effect that holds the world in its grip with its drip fed manipulations owned by a handful of interests.
Music is another great example because whilst every gen thinks their tunes were the best and the next listens to a hot mess I can’t help but notice how virtually every single modern song is hyper-sexed and totally blatant with it. Like subtle inference and double meanings got up and left, back when, and now there is just gross forms of stimulation left and very limited topics as well. A dip in resolution, thats for certain. Tie that in with the fact that modern gen women are seemingly preprogrammed to act like pornstars who scream and yell as ways of showing their satisfaction shows we have a problem as people are obviously more estranged from Self than they’ve ever been so they put on a performance of what they Thunk a man expects and not manifesting from within based on true feeling in the moment.
Fuel. Once again.
Its a diminished returns type of thing because if, instead, you taught the dude how to separate orgasm from ejaculation and the girl the art of crest surfing what they’d get is an orgasm that is full nervous reset that leaves her a wet mess that is whimpering with a goofy grin and him set adrift on memory bliss in higher planes of existence in contrast to a money shot on the lips which is naught but a genital spasm, par excellence. Its like being fed frozen microwaved chips in comparison to fresh, organic potatoes that were hand peeled and seasoned then part cooked in fine oils before being refried, served, hot and crisp, with a choice of dips that were cheffed to perfection and garnished, par excellence.
The latter may seem like a lot of effort but once you have a taste for the best its hard to regress whereas if you know nothing but food from packets and doordashed tips its easy to mistake it for good living as you’re ignorant of the options. Taking it back to India, again, the place is one of the most sex repressed on the planet due to old shenanigans as well as the caste system and dowry payment methods and the rest and yet its also the birthplace of the Kama Sutra which has spiritually explicit content on how best to use whats between your legs to elevate your consciousness. None dare call it conspiracy but the regulation of sex is always a great way to control the populace as there are countless Muslim “virgins” out there who will bleed in bed with their groom, as expected, but are demons with their lips and have elastic rear ends from years of out sneaking in a hijab they ditched at a friends before hitting a club with the rest and giving it up to one they just met in order to scratch an itch their culture will not allow them to acknowledge without consequence. Same with the amount of men searching for gay porn in those lands where, apparently, no one is a homosexual as their creator didn’t make them like this. Odd, isn’t it?
You’ll notice the common thread in this topic is lips, anuses and genitals because, really, thats what its all about in this realm like Scarface said:
The sages of yore Knew different hence the hint about sacred sex where one learns the value of breath and pulsation to retain what would jet and the effects this brings upon ones consciousness. They literally filled texts with reasons and hints about various techniques of changing the blood oxygen mix and what kicks as well as the effects of food upon mood and how one can abstain for extended periods to develop a special kind of strength as well as what type of yoni and lingam mix works best and countless other things that hint at a really advanced science and grasp of metaphysics bought down to day to day living and the art of relationship. I mean, if you want your girl to swallow with a grin and mean it then throw more pineapple and watermelon in the mix and see what happens. On the flip its rare you’ll meet a vegetarian lady that smells gamey but, in the end, it all comes down to resolution because most folks are running around with a billy basic OS in their head and can’t see past the surface plus they’re desperate to sell an image to those just as broken. Tell me that isn’t outsane? Add into the mix that, back when, most folks lived and died eating what they’d hand sown and harvested and thus was in perfect alignment with their flesh that was too created in the same village and now we have out of season, cold stored, flown around the world, doused in chemicals and all other kinds of mess laden on supermarket shelves as well as the rest filled with additives and toxins designed to increase repeat business and no one seems to draw a link that its all unfolding as intended as birth rates are declining and most aren’t the pic of health.
Thank the fat of land (aka the USA) for this as they exported this convenience culture as a symbol of status when, in reality, its the opposite. A long time ago I hopped off a jet an landed on the Indian subcontinent. The friends who came to greet couldn’t wait to take me to Mickey D’s and I rejected this, on spec, as I wanted something fresh and authentic that was pitched at the tastebuds of the locals who wouldn’t accept no mess. With a grin they took me to this broken down looking place on the side of the road as they said:
“I didn’t think you’d be one of us as the rest from the West who come in want more of what they left” before ordering. I replied that this was what I’d left as I’m a keen chef but commented the place they bought me to was a hot mess. Not only was the table rocking, that way and this, out of all of the food places on the strip it was the smallest and least professional in image. It was also deserted.
“Come here” he said as he took me to the kitchen.
Inside everyone knew him and grinned as he made his entrance into the mix of spices, song and skills. At that point their runner kid came belting in holding the meat they’d be cooking as another chef prepped the veg and the rest did what they did, in unison. Back at the table he said:
“They run their biz now as their father did, back when. Thats why it does so well because they don’t keep a fridge on the premises so they always buy super fresh and prep on purchase. Back then it was essential as he couldn’t afford the electric and rest but now its a conscious decision based on tradition as people know what to expect. Sure, you wait sometimes but its always worth it as, night time, this place has customers stationed all around in their cars to be fed. Plus its on an popping as some many people come here to chill and there is a huge social aspect to it as he cranks the music up to ten and does what he does best as hungry folk mingle in this place of attraction that draws all types in. Thats for a reason, as you’re about to sample.”.
And he was totally correct because there is immense difference between some kid flipping pre-prepped burgers for a check and a chef doing it with passion as he sings, off key, to his favorite hit whilst he spices and garnishes a dish for clients whom he’s known since they were kids and now, too, bring their own children to be fed as well as friends who’ve hopped off jets and wanted a taste of the really real and not prepackaged commercial concepts.
Can you see how much we’ve actually lost by outsourcing to convenience and distorted images? Amusingly I’ve said all this as a prep to mention the facts of electrical current but got so caught up in the foreplay the destination faded into the distance when contrasted to the moment that never ends from which I push the pen as one Centered in Self. I guess thats the crest surfing effect I mentioned manifesting via another medium so I’ll see you on the next for that missive otherwise this article will double in length as there is so much to handle at the depth the Warrior swims…
Till we meet again
