Daily Mantra:

Pushing down on, “the spring factor”

“Women use sex as a magical power- a power which men do not possess. This phenomena has ravaged our culture…. …
…“active-passive-aggression,” which could be described as building(/being) the bridge upon which, “resting bitch face,” hath transmuted into, “active-bitch-face,”
Sex is only a Game for most women but seems to be the meaning of life for most men!
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How many women in your circle know how to bake a loaf of bread from scratch or how to potty-train an infant?”
For many women, today, sex is the only thing they have to offer!
Did women ever wear mini skirts in the 1930’s,… why not?
We are living in an overly-sexualized culture where women walk around wearing spandex- which is the equivalent to a woman wearing a short skirt in the 1930’s!
Let Us Quote:
1 TIMOTHY 2:9-10
“…I also want women to dress mosdestly, with decency and propriety, adorning themselves, not with elaborate hairstyles or gold or pearls or expensive clothes, but with good deeds, appropriate for women who profess to worship God.”
Women use sex as a magical power- a power which men do not possess. This phenomena has ravaged our culture to the point of devolving us into camel riders, again!
How many women in your daily life know how to bake a loaf of bread from scratch or how to potty-train a toddler?
How many men do you know who can change the oil in a car?
“You don’t have to understand it, the thing is you just need to start moving in a direction of the rest of the world and God will guide you in the direction you’re supposed to go.”
Jupe
“It starts in the earth and moves its way up through your body. It exits through your hands.”
Jupe
Graduate from
Dakkuan
Warrior
to
Witness.
I don’t remember who I wrote this one about:
I remember breathing in my boots
Dakkuan
on your barn floor.
Each suspended moment lasted more and more;
so I use that education to smell and feel right now,
this moment,
more and longer right now more.
In between the beats of a measure of the heart which never ends nor begun.