Showing posts with label truth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label truth. Show all posts

Monday, 15 November 2021

Part 1: Why I dislike Online Arguing

Behind every human being we have experiences, environments & personalities that perpetually mould and shape our present form. 


One form is my opinion that I dislike people who do not engage in fruitful online debate/or i dislike meaningless online arguments on social media. 


I see it as a form of energy vampirism. 


Why do I dislike & discourage the energetic vampirism that comes from feeding ONLINE ARGUMENTS that are OUTSIDE the realm of healthy academic scholarly debate or Socratic inquiry between two or more adults designed to open/expand the mind to encourage multi-dimensional perception? 


It’s a long story. 


When I reference “people who spend their adult life arguing online”: 


What is an argument ? 


Expressing a point of view on a subject and supporting it with

evidence in order to convince your audience to adopt your point of

view or take action.

- It begins with a main /central claim (the thesis), which is supported

by reasons, and those reasons are then supported by evidence.

-  It presents reasonable/logical ideas to convince the audience.

- It considers the audience; what are their values, morals, and beliefs,

and how will this impact their reception of the claims being made?

- It considers the oppositions instead of ignoring or attacking him/her.

- It considers the issue from multiple perspectives as a means of thoroughly analyzing it before judgment. 




I am referring to those who engage in arguing that is NOT aligned to the aforementioned in that it is:  


1. Resorts to attacking, name calling, juvenile or immature, resorting to insults or profane slurs to attack target. I am pretty open minded but honestly I prefer to

leave any and all pseudo intellectual social discourse in my 6th grade debating class..



2. Empirically invalid. No solid data point: quantitative or qualitative. 


So usually you aren't anyone important if you are just arguing via social media, if you want to be important publish your work in a journal/academia/research. Otherwise you cannot claim you are saying “novel” things, it is all “subjective”. you are using people

who have put information that is novel and trying to spin it into your own agenda. I’m all about harvesting data to understand evidence. 

Until you have a set of data points to prove otherwise stop using bias & emotional rhetoric to fuel your opinions. 

I’ll try to do the same. 


3. Time wasters. 

With all your back and forth semantics, waste time. Nobody can back up your writing or research with literature that is empirical. 

Waste of time, fools will be foolish, and if you enjoy the discourse, toastmasters or academic debating would be more productive uses of time to work on your Socratic line of thought. 


4. Lack of self awareness. 

Never understood the allure of gathering intel from anyone who isn’t attuned to who they are. 

So those arguing online usually lack self insight. 

There is little to no motivation to self reflect or self introspect and everything outside your own self is the issue, with little causation to your own self being the problem. 

Unfortunately fools who argue with other fools online do not rejoice in much of the self-introspective Socratic questioning that will enable self examination to awaken self change.


5. The false ego rocket fuel: 

You may be arguing online for “fun” or “self proclaimed kicks” or “semi self aware” and doing it due to your own egotistical, sadistic, cunning desires.

(Trolls, deep fakes). 

An example: years ago , I dated one of these, who was a Conservative, FAR RIGHT WING self proclaimed “troll” who legitimately enjoyed trolling the opposite spectrum of the political spectrum online. 

I watched him laugh and rejoice at the comments that he made that were intentionally annoying, offensive & as bait a feminist/leftist LGBTI (or whatever his current “victim” of the day was and HE FOUND IT HYSTERICAL). (Even more baffling is how good of a human my ex is, to this day we remain friends). 


He did sometimes engage in discussion. But nothing compared to what I’ve now seen in the present occult/magick community. 


My ex told me he would socially engineer reactions online to monitor responses in his own words.


But after hours of watching his nonchalant baiting, I can never take anyone who loves to argue on menial topics seriously: (spiritually or

mentally)


This is only a small primer into why I never take anyone who loves to argue online seriously. 


The academic literature speaks a plethora more than an adult in the hamster wheel, unable to see they are playing checkers in a left vs right, design by social engineering and the think tanks of Tavistock, you play the part they put you to be. 


A dialectic of irrational and repetitive arguments is never productive. It lacks a solution or a higher order of resolution, i posit a question: 


Why are you behaving to destroy when you are simultaneously proclaiming to want to create a world better? 


Why am I writing this? Free speech is not free. If you can discourse over the same nonsense and never find any solution; I’m sorry, but aren’t you are part of the same problem? 


How do I know?

Life experience. 


Learning. 

Growing.

Changing. 

Repeat.


My love of learning and living and devouring the highest level of what if; and how can we be better? 


If we can be better, let’s do it, let’s move into a better solution? 


I have many years of experience that is beyond the understanding of most people. 


I have gone through things nobody understands and that isn’t said in an elitist way but in a truthful traumatic testament to reclaim my own reality. 


I will continue to explore my own history with online freelance “writing” in high school; and how it got me expelled and my teachers sued my parents for my free speech. 


In addition to my study of digital media/journalism & film/media after high school & how it disenchanted me so far away from all forms of media that I stopped all pursuits of writing, communicating & journalism due to the ramifications of the Australian Media & Journalism industry destroying all creative, investigative journalism & incentivising censorship and conglomerates.  


- Vulcana la Vinca 

Saturday, 13 June 2020

Why do perpetrators use ritual ?

Ritual is an important aspect of cultures and subcultures. In ritual abuse, it is a way of expressing and transmitting the beliefs, practices and worldviews of a perpetrator group. The rape and torture of children and adults is structured around ‘metaphysical’ symbols and actions that differ between groups. However, a common foundation underlies all acts of ritual abuse: the ‘celebration’ of the power of the perpetrator at the expense of the body and soul of the victim.

One Australian woman who cared for her ritually abused grandchildren noted that ‘cults do everything in reverse’. Positive principles and attachments are inverted, with the intention of justifying the child’s abuse. Research into ritual abuse by Scott (2001) was undertaken in Britain but found much the same phenomenon:

Involvement in ritual abuse seemed to mean inhabiting a world in which ‘moral precepts do not hold’ but where a justificatory ideology was provided that went way beyond the 'cognitive distortions’ of 'ordinary’ sex offenders.

An occult belief system deals with the problem of cognitive dissonance not by redefining sexual abuse as harmless or desired by the victim, but by reversing 'good’ and 'evil’. From this Sadeian perspective, cruelty and violence are 'natural’ to man and denials of this essential truth are mere hypocrisy.

— Scott (2001)

In the context of organised sexual exploitation, rituals are not only the expressions of a perverse ideology, but mechanisms for power and control. In the infamous Belgium paedophile scandal, survivor Regina Louf noted the function of the perpetrator’s ‘satanic’ performances:

When they received new victims into their network, it was extremely important that they shouldn’t speak to anyone about what had happened to them. That’s why they organised ‘ceremonies’… The only aim of these rituals was to totally disorient the victims.

— Regina Louf (Bulte and de Conick, 1998)

A likely hypothesis is that the ultimate function of ritual abuse is that of camouflage. In Australia and overseas, constructive efforts on behalf of tortured and trafficked children have often been derailed by disbelief and scepticism generated by the bizarre ritualistic practices of the perpetrators.

Herman (1992: 8) notes: ‘Secrecy and silence are the perpetrator’s first line of defence. If secrecy fails, the perpetrator attacks the credibility of his victim. If he cannot silence her absolutely, he tries to make sure that no one listens.’ Ritual abuse has effectively achieved all three goals.


Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Let’s talk about sexual assault: the truth about RAPE. real non consensual sex; RAPE

 Sometimes people don’t listen to you when you state adamantly that:

“no, I don’t want to fuck you right now”

And they proceed to violate the physical temple that is your earthly form, the vessel the eternal goddess glows through ,to convey her imperplexible luminous residue. They slash that sanctuary to 1000 shards, with the slaying carnal lust. 

Not all people are like this. Only primative ones deprived of the ability to see what lies beyond their own shallow desires. (In my experience) Mostly depraved men. with no self control and poor boundaries embody the predator, but then again not all men disrespect the goddess as a primitive, predator rapist does; the saddest part is in the depths of your crying and adamant protests of objection, the rapist cannot put aside his salacious carnal desires for a moment to spare you the agony of the repeated violations.  
He knows your ache, and that ache is what satiates the pulsation reverberations of lust that flow through his being. What is fucked up about rape is that fact that he is inherently programmed to behave like this, and lacking the capacity for self awareness he is unable to change. If it wasn’t me he was violating to fulfil his unrelenting urges, than it would be some other girl, probably with a history of sexual violations that makes her vulnerable to emotional exploitations. 

“Oh come on, look how sexy and desirable you are” 

“Those titties are just so succulent and luscious when you bounce on my cock, and that firm, round ass… I am so hard” 

Hell..disconnect. 

And it continues into the darkest hours of dawn.. “Come on baby girl, I just want to make love to you” 


Numb with sleep deprevation somewhere through the harrassment, you give in. 

They use false declarations of love and flattery to persuade you into their lure. 

Manipulation. Incessant.

It is unrelenting. It wears you down. Until its easier to submit than simply resist. There are only a number of times someone can keep pulling your underwear down until you grow sick and tired of it, and sick and tired of fighting before you realise it is easier to submit and get it over with. 

The rapist is not a true man, rather he is a slave to shallow desires. A weak projection of masculinity.

Someone who has to manipulate or coerce a woman for sex is not even a figment of real masculinity. A real man would make the female seduce him with his ability to tune into the goddess frequency and worship her as the divine vessel she is. And in consummation of that, she rewards him exponentially with her femininity.

A rapist is a seed of destruction to the frequency of life. He is a parasite that sucks from the goddess without nourishing her, or respecting her. A real man doesn’t need to rape a woman to feel powerful, for real men are powerful exueding their masculinity in their own right. 

I am an emanation of the eternal goddess, and any violation against my sacred temple is a violation of the lifeforce that permeates us all- to violate anothers personal space might not be right or wrong, in a universe so chaotic and devoid of morality- but to intervene with an others personal temple who has the power to seize and transmute your actions against you- is lethal.

You will be destroyed by the pain I compartmentalized and boxed up targeted with your name, and you will be tormented by the agony you inflicted. 

“I will use your mistakes against you, there is no other choice”


Sunday, 15 June 2014

Telling the truth about Alexander Munce

Emotional consequences. 

X is Alexander Munce. For ease he is X in this blog, for readers?

Know: Alexander Munce is a rapist. He raped and molested me for years on a daily basis. There I said it. This is the first time I said it to a potential lover.

Emotional consciousness or consequences? Such as spending Friday night getting wasted in the city and spilling your secrets to someone fundamentally untrustworthy. 

I was so drunk. The kind of legless intoxication that was a frequent companion in my youth. I did not drink for a year, and now I am trying to teach myself to moderate alcohol, but this is impossible when you take everything to excess like I do. Inhibitions are annihilated, and self control lost. At one stage I pulled out a joint and smoked it, the boy I was with was astounded. Apparently I don’t look like the kind of girl who smokes weed. Or takes pills. Or who overindulges frequently in prescription pills and cheap neurotic thrills. 

I felt the need to justify myself to him. 

“Do you want to know why I smoke weed? 

It helps my PTSD.” 

There I said it. That sordid abyss that rots my soul, fiber optic lametations prying into the vortex of my being. Cancerous inciniration of truth crawling across the table, a shred of vulnerability shrouded. I spat the gangrene connotation across the conversational spectrum, and hurled it in his face. 

I am no longer an enigma to him. He knows one of my filthiest burdens.

I elaborated on the tedious dynamic that lingers between my rapist and I, a transient stockholm syndrome that resides. I can not let it go. The lacerating mental callouses seeth with a ferveng flame. The betrayal was so fucking immense. My soul dissolves in agony at the mention of that event. Every time I tell someone the honest truth about what X did to me, their jaws drop and their eyes fill with livid rage. 

“How fucking dare he, that sick twisted motherfucker” they spit, pulsating venomous disdain into the air. 

And in that moment I am reassured that what I endured was valid, and I cannot he sewn and silenced. 

I seek to destroy X for his transgressions. He will pay the price for the animalistic and sadistic persistence he bombarded me with. He would only ever ejaculate when I cried and screamed in terror, begging him to stop. 

No other man I have been with before has behaved as such a brute, lust filled beast as X did. I would pass out on antipsychotics, and wake up to him standing over me, his penis in hand, and he masturbated and rubbed his dick in my face, halfheartedly fondling my breasts while begging me to suck it as I slept.

What bugged me was when I said no, he persisted. He would not stop. And if he couldn’t get me to suck him, fuck him or give him a handjob, he would ejaculate over me as I lay, paralyzed in a seroquel slumber and then rub his semen over my bare flesh, and occasionally I would find out later he would take photos of my ass or pussy when I was asleep, covered with his cum. Without my consent, of course. 

Yet the whole time this was happening, X tried to make me out to be abnormal for not enjoying these advances of his…

and still to this day, I doubt the legitimacy of the abuse although I was crying and screaming and he pinned me down as I was yelling no, please stop, because X is an extremely charismatic man and has a way of making me feel sorry for him. 

I still need others to reaffirm what he did was wrong. 

I cannot let what he did go. I will not let him get away with the pain he has inflicted.