Difficult Choices to Make
Studies suggest that the average person makes about 35,000 choices a day, ranging from simple choices like what to eat for breakfast to more complex choices like work or personal decisions, and most of these decisions are made unconsciously, while others require more thought and analysis.
We spend a lot of our lives making choices, some imprisoning and some freeing, and our everyday life puts these opportunities in front of us, and that gives us a sense of free will, which is actually something that's very much questioned by many thinkers today, because we came into this world with pre-installed software, and small choices are allowed, big choices not so much.
One school that explains the non-existence of free will is determinism. Many philosophers argue that if the universe is governed by causal laws, then all human actions are determined by previous events. If everything is predetermined, then free will cannot exist. Furthermore, the existence of free will has significant implications for morality and responsibility. If we do not have free will, then moral responsibility for our actions can be questioned.
In the seminars I give, the first one is called TANTRA. Don't confuse it with tantric massage, which in the way it's propagated today is nothing more than corruption and the outsourcing of masturbation. The same is true of yoga, where people focus mainly on asanas and not on philosophy. The point is that through TANTRA and the raising of the snake in the desert we can transcend determinism.
At last week's event, I was approached by a young woman named Gladys, a relatively successful businesswoman in the fashion world, married, childless, in her mid-30s, college educated, excellent relationship with her parents and in-laws. This visible side of her lives in clash with her mind, with her desires. The woman who bears in the meaning of her name leadership, and who can be traced back to the famous Roman gladiators, dreamed of other things. She wants forbidden adventures.
Every morning, she chooses her clothes, her way to work, considers whether or not to have children, defines the colors of her new collection, selects employees, specifies her products. But she does not have the courage to leave her golden social cage. Apparently this gave her security, her desires were so different that she could not even speak out loud, looking in the mirror.
Opening up to her husband, mother or best friend was considered a mortal sin in that head shaped by traditional religious dogmas. The threat of spending eternity in hell hung over her head like Robespierre's guillotine on Marie Antoinette. Gladys was a whore, a bitch, a slut, a submissive in her heart, but she was also a coward, a coward, an unsatisfied, a wretch living like a shadow.
Anyone who has ever attended a Tantra seminar should remember the moment of the presentation. This is one of the most important of the whole event, loses only to the exercise of the mirrors. We form a circle, where the presenter must say his name, what he does, why he is there, his desires, getting rid of his clothes until he is naked in front of everyone. I admit that it is a very big barrier to be broken.
That's because a sizable portion of the population suffers from Body Dysmorphic Disorder (BDD). This psychological disorder causes individuals to fixate on imaginary or insignificant flaws in their appearance, leading to intense obsessive-compulsive and emotional distress. People with BDD may spend hours a day worrying about their appearance and may avoid social situations because of it. Gladys is one of these people and almost dropped out of seminary at that time, fortunately this time she succeeded.
As she came into this world, she confessed her fears and desires to everyone in a true tear-drenched catharsis, a sense of freedom and extreme desire. Gladys, a woman of medium stature, thin, elegant, dreams of being raped by strong, rough men. Attacked, invaded, having all her holes filled with sticks of all sizes. Her dream is to be fucked by at least three men, one forcefully tucking her in the ass, another in the bouquet completing the DP and the third pulling her hair while she fucks her mouth.
This was only the beginning of her presentation, longing not to be baptized as a dog, to receive a new name and to give herself to a DOM, renouncing the conscious form of her "free will" to fulfill all his desires, however absurd, imagining herself to be fucked by animals, especially dogs and horses, being taken for walks in parks, crawling with a plug with a bare tail to be offered to street dwellers to enjoy in all their holes.
She wanted to look at herself in the mirror and see the bruises on her ass, the marks left by her master's whip, seeing her ass with a plug, but full of shit deposited during her sodomy, she wanted to fuck with selected males or the DOM himself, come home sweaty, with a mocked butch and give her husband to suck, sharing with him the fucking of several males.
Between the cross and the sword, Gladys chose the courageous act of publicly admitting who she was and what she wanted. "You've got it, I'm a whore and I hope this weekend I'll be treated as such", she concluded.
We spend a lot of our lives making choices, some imprisoning and some freeing, and our everyday life puts these opportunities in front of us, and that gives us a sense of free will, which is actually something that's very much questioned by many thinkers today, because we came into this world with pre-installed software, and small choices are allowed, big choices not so much.
One school that explains the non-existence of free will is determinism. Many philosophers argue that if the universe is governed by causal laws, then all human actions are determined by previous events. If everything is predetermined, then free will cannot exist. Furthermore, the existence of free will has significant implications for morality and responsibility. If we do not have free will, then moral responsibility for our actions can be questioned.
In the seminars I give, the first one is called TANTRA. Don't confuse it with tantric massage, which in the way it's propagated today is nothing more than corruption and the outsourcing of masturbation. The same is true of yoga, where people focus mainly on asanas and not on philosophy. The point is that through TANTRA and the raising of the snake in the desert we can transcend determinism.
At last week's event, I was approached by a young woman named Gladys, a relatively successful businesswoman in the fashion world, married, childless, in her mid-30s, college educated, excellent relationship with her parents and in-laws. This visible side of her lives in clash with her mind, with her desires. The woman who bears in the meaning of her name leadership, and who can be traced back to the famous Roman gladiators, dreamed of other things. She wants forbidden adventures.
Every morning, she chooses her clothes, her way to work, considers whether or not to have children, defines the colors of her new collection, selects employees, specifies her products. But she does not have the courage to leave her golden social cage. Apparently this gave her security, her desires were so different that she could not even speak out loud, looking in the mirror.
Opening up to her husband, mother or best friend was considered a mortal sin in that head shaped by traditional religious dogmas. The threat of spending eternity in hell hung over her head like Robespierre's guillotine on Marie Antoinette. Gladys was a whore, a bitch, a slut, a submissive in her heart, but she was also a coward, a coward, an unsatisfied, a wretch living like a shadow.
Anyone who has ever attended a Tantra seminar should remember the moment of the presentation. This is one of the most important of the whole event, loses only to the exercise of the mirrors. We form a circle, where the presenter must say his name, what he does, why he is there, his desires, getting rid of his clothes until he is naked in front of everyone. I admit that it is a very big barrier to be broken.
That's because a sizable portion of the population suffers from Body Dysmorphic Disorder (BDD). This psychological disorder causes individuals to fixate on imaginary or insignificant flaws in their appearance, leading to intense obsessive-compulsive and emotional distress. People with BDD may spend hours a day worrying about their appearance and may avoid social situations because of it. Gladys is one of these people and almost dropped out of seminary at that time, fortunately this time she succeeded.
As she came into this world, she confessed her fears and desires to everyone in a true tear-drenched catharsis, a sense of freedom and extreme desire. Gladys, a woman of medium stature, thin, elegant, dreams of being raped by strong, rough men. Attacked, invaded, having all her holes filled with sticks of all sizes. Her dream is to be fucked by at least three men, one forcefully tucking her in the ass, another in the bouquet completing the DP and the third pulling her hair while she fucks her mouth.
This was only the beginning of her presentation, longing not to be baptized as a dog, to receive a new name and to give herself to a DOM, renouncing the conscious form of her "free will" to fulfill all his desires, however absurd, imagining herself to be fucked by animals, especially dogs and horses, being taken for walks in parks, crawling with a plug with a bare tail to be offered to street dwellers to enjoy in all their holes.
She wanted to look at herself in the mirror and see the bruises on her ass, the marks left by her master's whip, seeing her ass with a plug, but full of shit deposited during her sodomy, she wanted to fuck with selected males or the DOM himself, come home sweaty, with a mocked butch and give her husband to suck, sharing with him the fucking of several males.
Between the cross and the sword, Gladys chose the courageous act of publicly admitting who she was and what she wanted. "You've got it, I'm a whore and I hope this weekend I'll be treated as such", she concluded.
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