In Which Her Prophet Ruminates Upon 'Stage Two' Of The First Karaal

...this is a condensed, near term version of what I speak of in Her Prophet Explains: Part Four - "The Temple's Tactical Initiatives"...

~Okay, let's start with a couple of cliches; in this I'm going to 'get down to brass tacks' and 'put my cards on the table' here, so pay attention, my Sisters; this one is Important.

I do tend to bitch and moan a lot about my frustration about getting The Temple going in a meaningful way blah blah blah, etc. So now I'm going to lay out what the present situation is and my ideas and plans for moving forward from that space.

Let's begin with what I call Stage One, which is this house and its household, an 1800 sq ft double -wide mobile home in a mobile home park roughly eighty miles north of Los Angeles. It contains Her Prophet, Sister One, an assortment of cats, lots of computers and way too much remnants of two previous households, boxes, furniture, 'knickknacks', etc. It is however roomy and comfy and only needs a bit of spring cleaning.

Yes, we are 'out in the middle of nowhere', which has its pluses and minuses. On the down side, it is the boondocks and has no night life to speak of [small business opportunity!]. On the up side, it's pretty quiet and folks leave you alone [we can 'do stuff' and be ignored].

I have been finessing our finances in such a way that we should be able to afford incorporation as a religious 501(c)(3) within the next twelve months or so. That is the first major step.

What is then needed is a few Domme Sisters who believe in this Work enough to commit to coming out here and help 'fund raise'. In essence – and fully consistent with The Temple's stated goal of Female Supremacy – we will build our foundation upon the backs of male subs. And we will do such in a totally legal fashion.

I quote here from Her Prophet Explains: Part Seven - “Summation”:

"Inside The Temple...will be a select number of like minded men, who shall be called Korettes [koor-et-teez]

Korettes are named after the ancient Greek Goddess Kore', sometimes known as Persephone. Kore' has also been known as a Triple Goddess, Her Three Aspects being Persephone [maiden], Demeter [mother], Hecate [crone]. Korettes is an ancient term itself, translating both as "Sons of Kore" and "Male Servants of Kore".

I suspect that many of The Korettes will be the 'property' of The Temple's Domme Sisters, some powerful out in the world when not wearing their Collar, some full time-live in slaves residing in, and directly serving, The Temple itself. This will also provide a useful alternative model of the male's role for the girls growing up in The Temple.

This form of Female Supremacy will differ greatly from that practiced by many 'professional Dommes' in that is not a game, but a true Life Path. The 'pro's, for the most part, just 'do a job'. They are Service Providers, not real practitioners of Female Supremacy, and so the exercise is merely a pantomime, that when done, relegates those Dommes 'back into the shadows'.

Those Sisters in The Temple who follow The Path of The True Domme will never be that type of 'employee' of Patriarchy."

Therefore True Dommes will never be 'paid for their services', aka prostitution, because that type of cash-for-service exchange, even if it became legal, runs totally counter to The Temple's operating principles as it makes Sisters servants of men. In our model of the world it is The Male who must Serve.

The ways in which our Domme Sisters will make them Serve will vary with each Male. Some may Serve by simply donating their time and energy to help build that which The Temple needs. Others may Serve by acquiring material things The Temple needs and Gifting them [tax deductible of course]. Some will actually come under The Temple's roof and become Initiated Korettes, devoting their lives and property fully to The Temple.

Certainly The Temple will need non-Domme Sisters [at least not full timers] to help us build this thing, to come here and get jobs and pursue careers [Doctors, Lawyers, Nurses, Social Workers and Cops being the optimal tracks for our early goals] and start small businesses and operate our various foundations, all of this being done with the support of The Sisterhood by providing Community, which means room and board, help in finding resources and financing, etc, not just saying 'you go girl'.

But first The Temple will need some land and four to six more double-wides to put on that land [even good ones are cheap as shit these days] and so on. That will be early Stage Two. And I firmly believe that at first this will be largely acquired via the contributions of submissive males. And rightly so. It is past time for The Male To Pay Up.

In Which Her Prophet Whines And Says Fuck A Lot

~I had fun Trollin' The Rapture on Saturday, but I think it kinda [small 'd'] depressed me. You know, once again having my worst suspicions about most of my fellow humans confirmed, that they are fucking stupid and scared sheep who can be tricked into anything by just about any bullshit artist with a good spiel.

I see that on 'the other side of the isle' too, with shit like The Secret and the various New Age Gurus who promise World Peace if you just Think About It Hard Enough and then charge a young fucking fortune for books and workshops to teach people how to Think About It Hard Enough.

Both types, the Fundies and the New Agers are just repackaging Existential Fear as You Need to Believe Harder, which merely says, "You're not trying hard enough" e.g. 'you're failing'. Both types tell you to 'look Elsewhere' [and they always Know The Way] and ignore the Here and Now. They have no Real World Solutions, just ephemeral money making scams that also stroke their fucking massive egos. [hey, being a Living Godhead is a fucking sweet gig..you know for sure the Little Godhead gets lots of attention]

I certainly know what twists my panties is that I'm doing my damnedest to find Sisters who will really Learn what I am tasked to Teach and then LEAD, not merely follow and so far am having only very modest success and even that is fucking tentative at this point. [yeah I know it would help if could finish that fucking book already*]

This is one of those days when I wish I could simply Smile and Blow Smoke Up Your Collective Rectum. It seems that is what most really want. ["Please tell us what to do, O'Great and Glorious Guru!"] And when they find out what I'm asking requires Real Thought and Real Action, that I'm not selling a Nice Neat Package that they can do in X number of Easy Steps, that they might actually have to Deal with Unpleasant Shit, they fucking punk.

Of course I can't run that kind of All You Need Is Love bullshit. All of my Inner Work has utterly ruined me for such a gig. And ain't that a fuckin' hoot? And obviously I'm not going to give up. I'll 'hide out' for a few days, but this Path is now My Life and the only way off is Death.

There, that last line sounded pretty fucking Prophetish, eh? Might be hope for me yet. *nasty smirk*


*I first typed 'find' instead of 'finish'. Interesting, eh?

In Which Her Prophet Considers Taking His Own Advice

~A Sister was bemoaning her State of Being, a 'convoluted, octopus mess', 'One minute..focused & in control, the next..a chaotic rollercoaster, the next depressed & paranoid, the next euphoric & at peace.'

I laid Krishnamurti on here; "It is no measure of good health to be well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society." And then I said..

"Of course you're 'moody'. You pay attention to how insane the world is, how it is getting more insane with each passing day and how it is going to get even worse before it gets better...with much doubt that it ever will get better.

By your own words you feel helpless and powerless in the face of that reality. That is an affliction of the Awaken. And we all know you are constitutionally incapable of being Sleep. Part of your trouble with Hollywood btw.

You must simply keep Searching and Learning until the day arrives that you can find some Inner Peace in the face of that collective human madness. Not a placid mindless peace, but a sharp focused Peace that allows you to keep doing whatever Work that chooses you without going completely mad yourself.

Until then, eyes open and one foot in front of the other. xoxox"

Afterward I thought, "Y'all might wanna try that more often yersef, pal."

In Which Her Prophet Once Again Clarifies His Purpose

~I say in various places - the frontispiece of The Explanation most prominently - that “every single day I do something that brings the manifestation of that Vision [of a Global Amazon Republic] closer to fruition.”

Some days that consists of little more than just getting out of bed and thinking about the thing. Given my own Damage, that is the case all too often, which is merely one more reason why Le-Le and I need more Sisters to come and take up this Work.

That is also the primary source of my displeasure with The Sister Formerly Known As Two. I just said to her that my real focus “is ultimately all Sisters who will join us upon this path. I had hoped that you were one of them, which is the reason I gave you such much of my time and energy. That you were not, and likely never had been, was the primary source of my feelings of failure; I had failed The Sisterhood.”

I ended the relationship not because of the sex, which was pretty damned good, or because of her emotional state, which was getting worse by the minute, but because it had become abundantly clear that she was never ever going to focus upon The Temple and had likely never had any intention of doing so.

Even now she still makes noise about Le-Le and I being merely 'a couple' and totally ignores the Greater Goal. I suspect I'm going to run into a lot of that, women focusing on me while trying to blow smoke up my ass about 'sisterhood'. *sigh*

And there is another reason we need more Sisters to come and help us with this Work; they would be another barrier to those kinds of women, faux-sisters looking for 'a Daddy to fix them'. Not is not my fucking job.

In that regard THIS is my job; “Use the Presence and Voice of Her Prophet as a Substitute, a being upon which you may transfer all your issues with the actual Authority of The Male. Have no doubt that he will surrender all that power back to you fully and without reservation. I know his heart and he does not truly want to keep that power.” ...from Her Prophet Explains: Part One - "Her Prophet"

I understand how some can get confused, but the above is in part about 'working through Daddy Issues', not about me actually being your Daddy. Even if my hoped for daughters are one day born, they'll need to be raised by The Sisterhood far more than by me. I should be the Fading Patriarch off in the background and the Sisters all around them the ones that give them the love and support they need and be the role models to follow.

Meantime, another day is passing and I have done what I am able do to 'bring the manifestation of that Vision closer to fruition' while praying that it is enough.

Her Prophet Writes

~Well, this is a somewhat odd sensation. I woke up from a rather substantial nap – roughly five hours – to the revelation that the piece I've been working on is not the one I thought I was working on. That in fact that piece may no longer even exist at this point.

I was under the impression that I've been working on “Home on The Range” ..life on a small Karaal on the edge of The Outlands..” when it seems I've actually been working on “The Great Grass Plain” ..Red Epona [a Horse Clan] rides through the Midwest and encounters the ruins of old America.. And what little there was of “Home” has been utterly subsumed into “Plains,” which itself has transformed substantially from 'original concept'.

Guess that means I'm doing my job. Still feels weird...

My Writing Process; A Tale of Horror

~There is an AA meeting out in the Pacific Palisades known as The Writers Group. It's a Closed Meeting, meaning it is only for 'self identified alcoholics'. It was founded by a small group of professional writers who were also recovering alcoholics. I'm sure you're thinking, “Alcoholic writers? Who ever heard of such a thing?”

Anyway, I consider that my 'home group', even though I have not been there in years [it's a 160 mile round trip from here]. And I'm not breaking anyone's anonymity in this - the meeting is publicly listed as such - except my own of course and that horse left the barn years ago.

Once upon a time, a writer whom I respect was talking about their 'process'. He said it was a lot like being 'active'; he was 'driven' to write, even though it often tormented him, that many times writing created problems in his relationships, and while he often failed at it, at other times it gave him amazing highs. In other words, it was a 'form of insanity' that he could not escape.

There were a lot of nodding heads and rueful smiles that night. I personally really really 'got it'. I spoke with him after the meeting, sharing how I'd been in a 12 Step group called ARTS Anonymous [Artists in Recovery through the Twelve Steps] and how it had been a total failure for me [and quite a few others] and I had realized over time that the Artistic Process could not survive the direct application of the 12 Steps; it was form of Madness. We could only use The Steps upon our own Self and then hope that such would make living and working with that process a bit easier.

That is what I'm dealing with now. The past few days I have felt 'lost and emotionally hollowed out', which is the standard aftermath of finishing an intense bout of writing. [I use the word bout quite purposefully] I also tend to forget this as well, like an addict or alcoholic who forgets the havoc of using each and every time until they either die or get Sober...and I'll be a Writer until I die.

Some of you try to 'push me' to 'get going'. Well, you can forget that shit. In my experience so far, the only external behavior that helps me is to be 'babied' and allowed to writhe and moan until I'm done. Anything else only evokes anger and jams the entire process up.

Yes, that's fucking annoying. Even I find it so when I'm not 'in process'. But when I'm in that place, it seems to be the only thing that comforts me and moves thing along. In other words, if you want to support me in my writing, you have to 'enable' me while I'm doing so. Now ain't that a bitch. lol

Death To Mother's Day!

~I hate Mother's Day. [and that's completely separate from my own 'mother issues'] It is the perfect example of the psycho-emotional tyranny of Marketing. Not celebrating Mother's Day has become akin to burning the American flag or taking a shit on a slice of apple pie. This holiday whores our mothers to a Capitalist imperative that otherwise has little use for them beyond breeding more workers and consumers.

Even the founder of Mother's Day, Anna Jarvis, came to hate it within a few years; “A printed card means nothing except that you are too lazy to write to the woman who has done more for you than anyone in the world. And candy! You take a box to Mother - and then eat most of it yourself. A pretty sentiment.” She spent the rest of her life, and all of her money, trying to disestablish the holiday.

So I shall honor Ms Jarvis' wishes and rail against the thing. To simply ignore it would be even lazier than sending a card.