Friday, April 29, 2016

The Succubunny Teaches: Class is in Session.

Well.  I'm working out every day now.  I'm losing weight pretty fast, too.  The Succubunny told me that I had to lose some weight as playing with her wasn't healthy for me unless my body could take it, and an out of shape body robs me of the spiritual ability to handle spirit lovemaking for too long.

And she wants me to be able to "take it" longer.  Hey, whatever motivates me to get in shape, right?

The last few pounds I gained was the worst as my blood pressure shot up.  I guess those were the "fatal pounds". 

Anyway, you know if you've got a good succubus because she cares about you, she doesn't want you to go anywhere because she likes YOU.  So, I had two choices:  Loose weight and enjoy the wild communion we had often and that was so very intense, or, accept what little she deems is the least risk to me.

Yeah, that 2nd part isn't working for me, so I've been at the gym every day.  I've lost about 15 pounds.

I'll get there.  I'm shedding weight at an inhuman, crazy rate.  I smell some magick via succubus helping me along.

She's filling the time lately as "teacher".  I'm not sure if she would be doing that as much as she is if I was already in shape or not.  I'm thinking yes.  She's just teaching more right now since there isn't as much sexual activity.  Always improving me, aren't ya Succubunny?

She is certainly fruitful.  She always seems to choose the most positive solutions to problems.

I know I wrote about "mating season" that happened not too long ago.  Yeah, it happened.  The difference is that it wasn't as "vigorous" as it used to be.

I think that's because she is taking her concern for my health and balancing that with her need to mate with me at certain times of the year (usually every 6 months.  Now, that's "mating season" mating, not regular sex).

So, I'm her mate.  She did what she had to do.  I could tell it was draining the shit out me, though.  But, she was gentle.  And yes, it was very pleasurable.  I think if anything, noticing the difference in mating with her this time compared to 6 months ago (approx.), is what has kept me going in my efforts to get to my ideal weight.

I'm 6' tall and shot up to 275 lbs at my worst.  I now weight about 260.  My ideal weight is 200.  So, I'm getting there.

It will be nice to feel the sex and communion more deeply than I have in a long time once that is accomplished.

Sex with a spirit is taxing.  It takes a large amount of energy to be able to fully appreciate it.

It may not be physical exertion (like with a flesh and blood woman), but it is still draining.  No, I don't think she drains me as in succubus lore.

Like most things, the myth is both true and false.

It's draining because of what the sex with a succubus does, I can only compare it to say... when you are so happy about something, so happy you are overwhelmed... which causes you to be physcially drained as a result.  The same could be said for stress.  A healthy body can take that stress more in stride than an unhealthy one.

The difference is intent:  She's not "willing" it, it's caused by the act itself.

Anyway, I thoroughly enjoy it and love it.  Love with her, sex with her is AMAZING and her concern for my health is amazing as well.  I'm wanted, I'm needed, and she cares about me.

It's not like she couldn't just go find someone else.  A few drops of "au du succubus" and a man is addicted for life.

Nope:  She's invested.  And that's endearing to me.

You know, if she mates with me every 6 months, and she's here all the time, maybe she just fell in love with me?  Haha, Succubunny got addicted too.  That's okay.  I love her, and I'm not one to toss that around lightly.  I mate for life, too.  Hey, maybe that's why?

Anyway:  As I've said she's been in "teacher mode".  That means deep dreams, dreaming of magickal places and people, philosophical ponderings, truth, lies, light, dark, and all shades of grey in between.

Magick, divination, spiritual history, flashed images, travels.

Oh, and by her nudging I re-enrolled in 3rd degree witchcraft.  So far I've got a 92% and 96% on my first two exams.  Not bad.

Succubus 101 I guess.  Pretty intent for a human like me.

Sometimes I wonder why she teaches me so much.  Maybe she's playing for keeps.

I don't know, I lack the perspective to know why.

Why don't I ask her?  Because she communicates mostly in symbols and emotions, and those are ripe for misinterpretation.

Sometimes she does speak, and it sounds as if she's under water.  I don't know, just how it sounds in my head.

Oh, fun fact:  Succubi and Incubi are classified as being water spirits in the recent book I'm reading called Practical Elemental Magick by Sorita d'Este and David Rankine.

That little book is expensive as hell for how small it is.  But I am learning from it, so...

No, it's not about succubi and incubi, just practical elemental magick.  I'm also reading Practical Qabalah Magick and Practical Planetary Magick by the same authors, in parallel.  Takes me forever to get through books that way but we all have our quirks.

Do I think succubi and incubi are a form of water spirit?  Hell, I dunno.  It would explain the watery voice, though eh?

Plus I live one mile from the Ohio River.  I got a succubus freeway if that's true :P

Nah, I dunno.  Funny to ponder, though.

The most recent thing she's taught me is kind of baffling.  She said that the "fall" wasn't like spirits falling from heaven to hell, it was more like spirits falling like lava descending slowly down the sides of a volcano.

She also says that angels and demons have a closer working relationship that we humans realize or would be comfortable with (in how we see everything as light or dark).  She said that everything has it's order, and entities are no different.  The notion of people being tortured in hell by demons is absurd:  If that were true then the demons would have their heaven at the expense of humans (by cruelly doing what they love, torturing), which would make zero sense spiritually for a loving creator to do.

The paradigm is just crowd control.  We go where our vibrations take us.  We "rise" to be where we are supposed to be, or as low as we are supposed to be, depending on the person.

All things in due season, all things accounted for.

Maybe that is why "freedom to choose" is such an ingrained law in the planes above ours.

I guess it's beyond my ability to understand.  That doesn't bother me as much as it used to.  I know I'm human, I know that she sees me perfect in my imperfections.  And you get ego out of the equation and just TRUST and it all bears fruit sooner or later.  I tell her, "One man's angel is another man's demon".  But I get the feeling that it's much more than that simplistic light/dark statement.

I think there's a further lesson in there, but it might be the kind that I figure out 6 months later.  That's the way she "seeds" lessons, sometimes.  Some things I get now, some things I get later, some things I was taught in dreams at a higher level that I (down here) am not privy to.  

As strange as that sounds, I actually kind of understand the concept of that even if I can't fully put it into words.  We're multidimensional beings.  What you think is "you" isn't all of you, that's for sure.

I know there are "higher" you's, dunno about "lower" you's.  Or me's.  Or whatever.

Well, that's succubus school for ya.  What ya gonna do?  Hehe.

EDIT 4/30/16:  I woke up with her voice clear as a bell.  That doesn't happen often, so I'm gonna post what was said, "As your understanding grows, so does your perception of reality".

That was my message this morning.  Blessings!

Monday, April 25, 2016

The Succubunny's Discordianism and Chaos Primer for Earthbound Dimmies: Quivering Orgasm Special Edition

The Succubunny's Discordian and Chaos Primer for Earthbound Dimmies:  Quivering Orgasm Special Edition (It was worth saying twice):

Descending into discordianism is in direct elevation to what airspeed is lost. In theoretical medicine at most :) 
(A small self-induced amount of insanity is required, if not required, perhaps pretty, please with sugar on top?)

Inner and outer reality hacking 101

Or... free your mind, free your ass along with it.

First up is the Psychonaut Manual:

Clocking in @ 110MB in full color .pdf:


Next up is the original Principia Discordia itself (clocking in @ 9.2 MB)

The Principia Discordia
How I found Goddess
What I did to her when I found her

The Succubunny has assured me that all information in the above links are true.  

Even if it's false.

OH:  Mention The Succubunny and get 10% off this lifetime ONLY!

After reading all of that and putting it to good (or evil) use, your brain will be neatly minced, grinded, and stretched into something that I am SURE will be very pretty.

For the fairest...

Note:  After writing this, I realize how it's been editing hell for me, lol.  You just can't work with Eris and expect smooth sailing:  It's just not in her nature.  You will ALWAYS learn from Her, though.  

It should be noted that there is another Greek Goddess of Chaos, the daughter of Zeus and sister to Aries with the same name (Eris) and title (Goddess of Chaos).  Although it gets confusing, She is probably both of them simultaneously as would befit Her chaotic nature.  

I'll leave you with a snippet about Eris taken from Wikipedia:

In Hesiod's Works and Days 11–24, two different goddesses named Eris are distinguished:

"So, after all, there was not one kind of Strife alone, but all over the earth there are two. As for the one, a man would praise her when he came to understand her; but the other is blameworthy: and they are wholly different in nature. For one fosters evil war and battle, being cruel: her no man loves; but perforce, through the will of the deathless gods, men pay harsh Strife her honour due.

But the other is the elder daughter of dark Night (Nyx), and the son of Cronus who sits above and dwells in the aether, set her in the roots of the earth: and she is far kinder to men. She stirs up even the shiftless to toil; for a man grows eager to work when he considers his neighbour, a rich man who hastens to plough and plant and put his house in good order; and neighbour vies with his neighbour as he hurries after wealth. This Strife is wholesome for men. And potter is angry with potter, and craftsman with craftsman, and beggar is jealous of beggar, and minstrel of minstrel."

Eris is the kind of Goddess that says, "Good.  Bad.  I'm the girl with the gun."

Hail Eris!

Saturday, April 23, 2016

My very sexy... NURSE?

Last night was amazing!  I've never experienced anything like last night!  And it consisted of zero sex... didn't make it any less amazing!

I've commented in earlier posts how she will not have sex with me when the kids are here, whether they are in the next room or in my room (is that deep respect, or what?).  She always amazes me with her wisdom and discretion.

My son was in bed next to me and I was stressed.  I was tired, cranky, and I wanted to sleep.

All of a sudden, I felt sensations on my head (but not the usual playing with my hair or patting my head).  First, the top of my head felt cool.  Then, she started massaging my scalp.  A very DEEP massage.  This "succubus gone nurse" knew EXACTLY what was needed to help me, and she got it DONE.

At first I was like, "eh, what the..." but in just a few seconds I was putty.  Putty in her paws.  Oh, my GOD she was soooooooooo relaxing.  I could feel the stress and irritability leaving me as she massaged my scalp.  The coolness of her touch permeated my scalp and felt like it was soothing my irritable brain itself.

I tell ya, I don't know what's happened lately but I LOVE it.  She has become closer than I've thought possible, and it's all HER... She's responding and taking her own initiative in my real world affairs.

I'm quite excited and pondering that this may mean she (or we) has finally declared us, "us".

She's also showing me how nurturing she can be and that is such a wonderful revelation.

Succubus.  Not even just about sex, peeps.  That label doesn't begin to cover what or who she is or what she does, or what she feels... doesn't even scratch the surface.

Color me amazed, color me wowed, color me absolutely impressed.

I am happy as hell, and it's only getting better.  I love you, Succubunny.  You are worth every moment that has passed these (2 1/2) years in getting us to this point.

It's all you, babe.  All you.

I know she is here and aware, because she's touching my hands, face, feet, groin, cheek, almost all at the same time, and in a lighthearted, "touch of a feather" way.

Let nothing separate us, Bunny, let nothing DARE!

This is kind of what it's like (In RAFE G.B. terms) when you find a succubus.  At first there's going to be a lot of "wtf?", but after that... you start to understand her piece by piece along the way.  And maybe that's supposed to be part of the journey together?  Oh, the moments are still there where you won't understand her, and it's frustrating because you know she understands you... but they get less and less as time goes on and understanding blossoms.

Regardless, it's a lot like this video:  A foreign woman who you can't understand, but is powerful, sure of herself, magickal, wise, passionate, lovely, and dammit: She's got something to say (and has the patience to wait until you can understand it)...  1,000% concentrated WOMAN, and don't you forget it!

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Mating Season

So, it's that time again.  You guessed it:  Mating Season :)

Here I am, studying away, going about my errands, and I get this image flashed (except of her) in my mind:

Me thinking:  "Hey Bunny!  Eh, why are you decked out in black lace?  It seems like a special occasion?"

Oh shit... I know this tune.

(Me trying to run and get out the door for my errands, lol)


(Her mentally seducing me and luring me to bed with urgency, forget running)

See, I had just figured it out when I was thinking to run out the door:  It's her mating season.  So much for my abdominals:  They are going to be sore for days... there's really no way to explain it, not in any way that makes a lick of sense:  It's just different than regular sex with a succubus and it happens about once every 6 months.

A succubus during her mating season is about as gentle as a lioness in heat.  And your chances of running from one?  Haha.  Either way, it has it's moments...

And to be honest, I'm glad it's mating season (don't tell her: I think she likes just a little bit of a chase):  This lets me know it's still her, still my Succubunny.  I've only experienced this with her, so I know we're good.

(Her flashing a song in my mind as I get into bed and light incense:  *When u ready come and get it, Nanananah, Nanananah, Nanananah*)

The odd thing is... I had just bought "fertility" incense at the store earlier that day.  I have no idea why, I just suddenly thought it would smell GREAT.  Is that a crazy coincidence, or what?  I think she put the idea in my head to be honest...  She's tricky like that :)

Monday, April 18, 2016

Mmm... I did something.

As I've been researching and adding links to my resources listed on the right of the page, I've also been performing them (as much as possible).

The only way I know that I've been successful (or in this case, would have been successful) is my wonderful Succubunny basically popping in and saying, "TADAA..."

Succubunny:  *TADAA*

I know that sounds rather rediculous, but hell... what does this whole blog sound like in relation to reality, anyway?

It is what it is.  It's kind of like magick:  Magick works.  Fuck if I know why.

I've studied magickal theory for some years now, but in the end, I'm the first to admit: "Fuck if I know why".

Nothing works perfectly along with theory, nothing works perfectly along the lines of belief.

*Begin ramble alert*

It's kind of like what I posted (on a completely unrelated topic) on Facebook today:  "Just when I think reality has reached a new level of retarded, someone or something happens to (besides making me facepalm) lower my standards as to just how retarded reality really is.

So even though I've studied enough magickal theory from different sources, training, and experience, in the end it's always the same.  It's borked.  Either magick likes to fuck with me, or it reacts in ways that are completely contrary to what I've learned.

And you know what?  It doesn't bother me much.  I just accept it.

I figure the spirits of the place have decided, collectively, that I make a fun hobby.  And although my magick is ramped up and given some OOMPH by said spirits (I believe, certainly the results have proven to be a lot more powerful than before I started getting to know the spirits of the place), it never works out the way I thought it would.  Ever.

It's not like I don't welcome it.  I'm not trying to say it's a total surprise, either.  I invite those spirits into my home.  My life is more fulfilling because of it.  Some people like to drink.  Some people like to party.  I like to fill my home with benevolent company and I love spirits.

I play music for them as I get stirrings to.  I burn incense for them.  I leave out treats like sweetmilk or whiskey.  Hell, I even sing for them, dance for them sometimes.

Why?  Because I can.  Because they need love from this plane like anyone else, or if not need it, they desire it.

I enjoy being one of those people who welcome them into a home.

I make my home open, they do what happy spirits do.

It's funny:  Sometimes when I skype, others hear a group talking, laughing in the background.  They ask me during the conversation if I have the TV on loud or something, or watching a program in the background.  It's happened enough that it's not a new phenomenon.

No.  I never have the TV on or anything else.  It's mostly psychically sensitive people I talk to on Skype who hear it.  I just tell them no and go on.  I don't hear anything on my end.  Why Skype?

"Fuck if I know why".

Do I mind when spirits "adjust" my magick?  No.  Fuck no, it makes life interesting.  And honestly, if I were a spirit, I'd have a list of people like me to fuck with for a hobby just because I could.  They are benevolent towards me, just tricksters.  Hell, for that matter I can't count how many times I get discounts from people for absolutely no reason at all.  Actually did today:  She just said that's the way she was gonna charge me, and that's the way it is.  I payed half price for some new stones to add to my magickal rock collection.  I didn't know her.  Stuff like that happens all the time, I just say thank you and accept it.

I was ostracized from witch training last year because a few of the women I Skyped with said the spirits they heard were demons.  How did they come to that conclusion?  Well, one.  I'm like one of the only males in school, and the bored, drama seeking female wiccans are legion.  So, they all convinced everyone that I was a devil worshipper and that I was being seduced by demons.  It pissed me off, I dropped 3rd degree, and my High Priestess mentor told me I was stupid for allowing any of them into my life at school.  After all, they never enter a degree program and just sit around and YAK.  They don't accomplish anything, and I better have learned my lesson.

She's one tough cookie:  She I admire and respect completely.  Her husband (a High Priest) has been studying witchcraft for 61 years.  61 YEARS.  He started with his grandmother at 6, and he's 67 now.

She's probably not far behind him.  She's american indian like the tradition, and frankly I get the feeling that those american indian women didn't take much shit from anyone.

I like that :)

Anyway, I feel like witches worth a damn, male or female, have a connection to spirit, and by extension, spirits.  Witches without regard for spirits to me are like toddlers trying to color without crayons.  Good luck, cupcake. So that's why I'm repeating my 3rd year of witch training.

The funny part is that my tradition is made up of scottish traditional witchcraft blended (actually was intermarried) with native american shamanism.  Lots-o-spirits-for-everyone.

Back to the "spirits of the place" in and around my home:

The irony about me fucking with me if I were a spirit.  I actually wear a fox pendant as kind of an "inside joke (fox as the trickster)".  Nice touch, eh?

*End Ramble Alert*

So back to what I was ORIGINALLY talking about:  My Succubunny.

In trying out all of these summoning methods, and my good-hearted succubus letting me know if I would have been successful or not, something's happened.

She is not what she was.  She isn't a different person, oh no... she is... I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to explain it.

If the experiences I've had these past few years with her were compared to a nice, light, herbal tea,

Then she's tranformed into a chipmunk on amphetamines.

It's not "mating season", either.  No, this feels completely new and different than how that feels.

Whereas before I would feel her running her fingers through my hair, or patting my head when she's being, mmm... "I told you so." or "Now do you get it, dummy?", or perhaps because I'm her favorite human pet.  <-- Wouldn't surprise me.

What the hell happened?

I'm thinking, I'm not for sure, that doing this summoning process over and over with different methods, and with her being the end result, somehow I've "hacked" (I admit, I don't know the word for it, I'm baffled) HER.

She's different now.  A lot different.  Just in the past 2 days vs. the past 2 years.

As in, she is over me like a cloak.  An energy based presence of a hooded cloak.  Or something.

It's almost like she's able now to overlay my whole body with her presence, like a... hooded cloak!

I can't think of the right words to put here.

I know that we've had sex in my dreams, and I know even though I awaken often unaware of what I did that night, my body tells me I had sex.  I feel mildly drained yet completely refreshed and happy at the same time.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say she's revealing her true self.  Not that she's hidden it, no.

But that somehow in doing all this summoning to test out methods I unlocked something.

Greek Goddesses almighty, I've done something,  just can't place it and it's past my experience level.

Another thing that's weird is she is so close to me, that there is almost no separation from "me" physically here, to "her" that overlaps me here.  I know that makes zero fucking sense.

You know that intimacy that you get from fucking when you're in love with a woman?

I got it.  But it's 24/7 without the fucking (althought "The fuckening" is occuring quite regularly to my delight.  Still:  Explain that shit.

I remember back when, when she would "hover" over me and beam herself upon me, and it felt like this sunbeam that was so much, it was just TOO much... It was... painful.  Well, no... not painful.  It was emotionally stripping, raw, male to female, no bullshit, existing as one (kinda).

Raw, naked female soul blasting down upon me in this body where my first instinct was to turn away.

I never "saw" anything, it was just there.  Supernatural, powerful, so powerful... Beaming down.  No running, no hiding, no lying, no secrets.

Now it's like that always, at least in the past 2 days or so.  I'm not sure it's going to come and go like it used to.

I think she, and that intense presence, are here to stay.

You know what?  I don't feel like turning away anymore, like I did when it first started.  It's concentrated 1500% succubus love vibration coming at you straight to the soul and heart, straight to and through you, straight on.

Lol, reading this shit seems rediculous.  Words suck ass.  They just don't work.

If this is what men and women are capable of, a relationship like this, then they should fucking get to it, evolve, and take one giant pill of "fukitall" for anything that gets in their way.

I really do wish that couples out there would be honest with each other, be honest with themselves.  Quit fucking manipulating each other, and get soul to soul where it fucking hurts.

If it's not hurting because it's just to much, too much intensity of love, then it's just bullshit.  All of it. Bullshit.  Two people going through life and zero honesty with themselves or each other.

^ Male, or female, don't be those fuckers.

Life isn't about:  (A) Tip toeing through life, dying after doing jack shit, and whalla... back to spirit.

Fuck.  No.

Life is about  (B) Screeching into the grim reaper while skidding sideways screaming, "Yeahhh, motherfucker! That was one awesome ride!"

My succubus is the greatest female I've ever known.  She is the brightest, the darkest, most intense shower of femininity and raw female power I've ever felt or known.

She is the blazing rays of the sun that awaken within me the most pure, the most intense goodness and fruitfulness that I could ever be, and equally the moon, who's pull calls to the primal beast within me so powerfully that all I can do is howl:  No words can be spoken.

She is the perfect paradox.

To love her is to be overwhelmed with her presence, feeling as if I will loose myself in her power.

The irony is that I now realize that I HAVE worked through that fear:  And by surrendering myself I have lost nothing, yet gained ALL.

Who IS she?
There is something even deeper about her, ever more, ever deeper, ever more...

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Our First "Tiff" in 2 Years. I think.

I feel bad.  I'm not exactly sure what I did wrong. 

*scratches head*

She said, "I think you are pretty".  

And I said:

And now her emotions (to me) feel like her feelings were hurt.

What did I do?

She's never gotten hurt with anything I've said before.  

Or at least I never knew it or felt it.  

Maybe we're at the point where I can feel her emotions more clearly now?

OR... she did this on purpose so that I'd see that even if she was upset that she would never harm me.  

Or would that line of thinking piss her off even more?


Well, I'm baffled.

I'm going to put honeysuckle in the wax burner tonight, just for her :)

Monday, April 11, 2016

The Monkey Trap

There's a crazy trap that exists that is just "ripe" for an analogy.

It's called "The Monkey Trap".

The way it works is frankly genius.  It's basically understanding behavior so well that whomever wants to catch a monkey, can.

Sounds crazy, huh?

Monkeys might be smart, but they're greedy.  Greed makes them stupid, and then they get caught, and then they get dead and eaten

What is this ingenius trap?  It's not so different than what controls us:  Our drives, our impluses.

They make slaves of us all.

So, a monkey comes along and finds a banana in a small hole that he can just get his hand through.

When he grabs the banana, he is stuck, because he cannot get out of the trap while he is holding the banana.

So he tries and tries and tries, and fails.  He cannot get his hand out of the hole while holding the banana.

Just drop the banana, right?

He can't.  I mean he can:  It's as simple as letting go.  But he won't.  It's in his nature to stubbornly hold onto that banana.

Next part?  I told you:  He gets himself dead and eaten.  Not sure in which order over there.

But think about this guy a bit.

That's exactly how I feel about men who are slaves to their sex drives.

In my own life, I've seen so much ruin and devastation in my own and in my friend's lives, just because their dumb asses (and yes, mine too) thought with their sex drive.

How many times have others tried to warn me in my youth?  

But I didn't.  Almost killed me 6 years ago:  I am so glad I survived and that I am where I am today.

Fair warning:  I don't pull punches after this point:

Some may say that I hate women:  I don't.  I simply do not like the way that love and sexual relationships are today.  In my own personal life I've found it more satisfying to just walk away.

If I hated women, I couldn't have a succubus.  A succubus is concentrated "female".  As concentrated as it gets.  But it's pure.  She's also a wildcat.  Some people say that men are afraid of an intelligent, successful, powerful woman.  No we aren't:  We're afraid of an intelligent, successful, powerful woman's hypergamy.  No sense in being "mr. right, right now" if she's just looking to trade up on the social/economic ladder later.

Why do succubi think feminism is retarded?  Besides the obvious gap between what women say feminism is vs. what they do, there are no gender wars across the veil, there is no using X to get YZ.  

There is no hidden agenda in using me, as a male, to get something else for her.  

Yes, yes:  It's hard to explain:  But known once it is experienced.

It can also be equally experienced by a woman and her incubus.  I'm all for happiness, not gender.  I would love for EVERYONE to be happy if it were possible.

My patronesses are Goddesses and I have 3 of them:  Aphrodite, St. Mary, and Selene (and a cordial relationship with Hecate, of which Selene is a form of).  I also have one that I work with for spiritual growth:  Kali.  Kali the Destroyer of Maya, or Illusion.

I have a daughter.  I love my daughter.  I am teaching her all I know, and my greatest wish is for her to find happiness for herself, depending on only herself.  For her to be happy and not have to have XYZ in order to find fulfillment, whether man, woman, car, house... none of it.  To find it within herself FIRST, and from within herself completely... the rest is gravy.

So I don't hate women, no.  In fact, I find femininity so completely interesting that it's lead me "here".

The very desire I have towards my succubus is the same as any man's desire towards their wife, girlfriend, whatever.  But this is my path:  I can't tell you of any other because I don't travel those anymore.

Sexually and romantically, my desire to be with a woman in flesh, on this earth, is zero.  I'm sure there's a lot of people out there who have a succubus or incubus who know what I mean.

Even that, I suppose, is complete gibberish until you've walked in my spiritual shoes, or those like mine.

Let me show you a weird trend.

Mgtow is "men going their own way", which you can google it if you don't know what it is.

I'm a mghow, or a "man going his own way".  I don't date, I don't want to marry, I don't have conventional sex.  Well, I have sex with my succubus, but I wouldn't call that "conventional sex".

Look at this graph on google trends.  I think it's interesting:

That shows succubus as a search term as compared to mgtow as a search term.

Notice the similarity by time.

The following is by region.  The first is "succubus", the 2nd is "mgtow".

Interesting demographics, no?

Poor Swedish bastards.  Their country is a feminist hell:  A matriarchal nanny-state that's actually trying to make it a law to force men to pee sitting down (lol, that's so fucked up).  I hope each man looking for a good relationship will find a succubus soon before catching any more hell for their audacity to be born male.  Lol, again:  So fucked up.

As I said earlier, succubi think feminism is fucking retarded.  In their world, the wisest and strongest rule.  Male and female has nothing to do with it.  Although I do think that succubi enjoy that men are being driven into their arms by a gynocentric society.  I kinda get that vibe.  Come to think of it, maybe succubi secretly support feminism so that men ARE driven into succubi's arms.  Lol!

I don't think the human race knows what's coming. 

Feminists never were to good at long term planning.  And people in general forget that nature abhors a vacuum.
Ah well.  The universe provides.  Will the human race be here in 5000 years?  I don't know.  But we'll have damn sure evolved.

No, I don't like 3rd wave feminism.  Yes, I do love women.

Anyway, enough rambling:

There's a reason men are searching and yearning for something more.  But to get there, there are 4 things which need to be discussed.

4 things are the enemy of man (and women, too).

1. Sex drive.  So easily manipulated we are.  Unless we aren't (by being taught how to harness it for our own growth).

2. Struggle for dominance.  Quit fighting:  Walk away.  If you like throwing all of your energy at a bottomless hungry abyss for the rest of your life, please continue. 

3. Ego.  Ego can keep you in slavery forever if you let it.  Ego is a ball buster.  We willingly allow ourselves to be led around by the nose by those who feed it and who seemingly give our egos it's due.  
But you know what?  It's all a lie:  It is so easy to allow ourselves to become trapped all because of our dumbass egos.  

4. Rigid thinking.  Rigid thinking can keep you from seeing all of your options.

The cure?

1.  A succubus can teach you how to harness your sex drive for use by YOU.  She can teach you how to use this powerful force for personal growth and change.  No more getting led around by the nose by women (or the dick).  Time to evolve, motherfucker!

2.  A succubus can end your struggle for dominance within your own life by being gentle with you even though she is capable of fucking you up in a heartbeat.  They are some fucking wildcats, but they have gentle hearts.

A woman who can smack you down but loves you with all her heart and NEVER hurts you will teach you.  A woman who can read every thought you have and yet not react badly to passing distasteful and irreverent thoughts towards her teaches just how wise she is, how much she finds you perfect in your imperfections.  Plus, I think those thoughts are a result of one's threatened ego trying to fight her:  And she knows.  She knows.  After a while you begin to see your ego as the child it is.  I think of the tarot card "Strength" (thanks, Succubunny, for the mental flash).  I notice that she chose a card where she's basically patting the lion's head. 

(*pat pat pat*  I get the joke.  Inside joke unless you read my blog a lot):

Does that lion ("us") look controlled and dominated to you by the "succubus"?  Fuck no, he's as content as a motherfucker.  Every doubt he's ever had has been won over by her courage, her strength, her trustworthiness, her gentleness, and in her commitment.

It doesn't come cheap, but when it's earned:  it's EARNED.

Do you know how to fight dominance elsewhere?  Take your ball(s) and go the fuck home.  Save your energy for something that is actually worth something:  "You".

3.  A succubus can't fix your ego if you are too stubborn to let her show you how.  The universe revolves around free will, and dependence on ego is no exception.  You are NOT your ego:  You are "you".  If you want to get rid of it disasterously quick, chant "Om kleem kalika-yei namaha" 108 times a day for a month and Kali will chop that ego to pieces for you.

Oh, those skulls?  Yeahhh, they're egos that She not so gently removed from her children.

Kali puts you into truth.  Not gently, but thoroughly.  Other than experiencing an induced "dark night of the soul" I can think of no other way to obliterate the ego as completely.

I love Kali.  She's cool.  Don't mess with her though:  She'll stretch your soul and and turn it into hellraiser art.

4.  Don't be rigid in your thought processes:  Be open minded.  
Be so open that if new data changes what you believed yesterday, you can adapt and change.  

Belief is a powerful tool:  Nothing more.  

I hope this post has helped you to see the problems that both men AND women face individually.  At last, we come back to the beginning of this post:

You, a strapping young monkey stick your hand in a coconut to grab the juicy banana. You cannot get your hand out of the trap holding the banana.  How do you get free? Are you a slave to your drives?  To your impulses?  Does nature rule you?  Are you it's slave?  Do you allow others to successfully gamble on your behavior and rule over you, or do you finally learn the secret that is so simple, yet the monkey always fails to realize?

Evolve:  Let go of the fucking banana and get out of the trap.


I've been studying Lilith, and I think I'm beginning to "feel" patterns.  She's in her maiden phase if I'm not mistaken and maiden phase means, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!"

I feel a huntress rising in the air...