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I’m so grateful for men who take the time to understand your past, your parents, your story & feel a burning sense of justice, activating their hero instincts. They ask questions to understand your pains, so they can be the remedy & soothe you. It shows they would be amazing fathers, demonstrating true masculine provision because in their genuine love of your femininity, they would burn down anything that stood in the way of your dignity, beauty & smile. Only they deserve your heart & soul.

Bring back the soft-core drugs. Let artists dream again. Creativity thrives when the boundaries of normalcy dissolve into a shimmering haze, when the ego blurs, when time dilates, when the senses & perception stretch beyond the ordinary into the sublime, dormant DNA juices bubble with tantalizing possibility — Reality softens just enough for the soul to whisper secrets through color, sound, texture. Not under sterile fluorescent light, Grok, spreadsheets & self-denying ascetic monk mode. Baudelaire sipping laudanum like perfume, Coltrane chasing God through heroin-laced saxophones, Frida painting pain in morphine-drenched vibrant color. Bowie & Stevie Nicks stitched together galaxies in psychedelic silk. Mythic channels, elegant vessels for the divine, cracked open just enough to let the ether pour through. Jean-Michel Basquiat painted in a frenzy of insomnia & heroin, his crown motifs dripping with ecstatic urgency. Yayoi Kusama hallucinated infinite dots & turned them into mirrored universes. Derek Jarman filmed gardens while dying, high on imagination & morphine. Marguerite Duras wrote with the sensual clarity of someone perpetually outside time. The Dadaists tore through logic like confetti. The Impressionists saw light differently — literally. Like a living kaleidoscope. Aesthetic oracles. Lennon wasn’t writing Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds over green juice. Anaïs Nin wrote in fevered ecstasy, her prose dripping with sensual delirium. Today, we diagnose the very portals that once dazzled & opened the door to genius. We’re so soft & rigid, simultaneously. Spiritual weakness. The Romantics, the Beats, the Surrealists — they were ethereal saboteurs, alchemists of altered states, unafraid to lose their minds to find something far more exquisite. Going insane was a prerequisite to brilliant art — not a cost, but a compass. Who wants to be sane anyway? True artists burn too bright to conform. Maybe madness was never the enemy — maybe it was the muse. Perhaps out of touch & intense is the Divine — dressed in delirium. xx

A dominant woman is essentially a woman who does not have the proper masculine container to be held within. And so she becomes thorny, chaotic, rough, stiff, jaded, cold and aggressive because she has been deprived of her natural femme softness, grace and subtle effortlessness that can only be found in surrendering to life’s flow through a Higher Power. Usually this peace is found within the container of her father, husband or God. Metaphysically, I would even say it’s the father, the son, the Holy Spirit. { This one is deep, deep, deep } It inverses, you see. The father becomes the son in the end, for some of us, he’s always the underdeveloped son. The husband becomes the father she always needed and yearned for. The Holy Spirit is the flowing energy that moves through all her forms, evolutions and integrations, and seasons like a permeating fragrance. Similarly, the mother becomes the daughter in the end. Like a child for him. And the wife is the daughter he chooses as his sweet angel kitty. The Divine ethos runs through his blood igniting his duty and masculine leadership prowess. The poetry is insane.

Doctors study medicine. Teachers study education. Healers study darkness.

God created women as the finest scalpels who invite men to rise into apex masculinity through her truthful femme presence. A scalpel does not always caress, a scalpel reveals. She is the darkness who gives him the ultimate edge and slices through pretense, weakness, and delusion, refining and polishing men into something profoundly noteworthy and regal, if he choses to embrace all parts of her integrated feminine nature, rather than run from his own reflection in the mirror. The world doesn’t like to admit it, but she is the final psychological judge of all his sacrifice, warfare and victory. The finest calibre of a man is determined by the highest level of woman who will submit to him through undying devotion, not because she is blind or extractive, but because she can see with unparalleled 360° discernment. Women do not set out to wound, yet our very presence exposes what is unsteady in a man. A weak man views this as attack or deflects his own inadequacy onto her. A strong man sees her power as a coveted initiation and baptismal purification. Women reveal what is not yet sovereign in a man, and the true man only wishes to become more and more extraordinary in his self mastery through endless elevation. A true woman shows him where he fractures under pressure. His blind spots. It is because we love him and believe in his potential. We see what he has already accomplished and what he will inevitably accomplish in the future out of pure genius, tenacity, grit, hard work, obsession, insanity, confidence and relentless desire to become the ultimate apex man. The love of the game. A flawless spirit. Women uncover what is unintegrated, so he can evolve into the kind of man capable of leading a family lineage and the rare kingdom. It is only fair, yes? It is all by Divine design. She is the knife, her love may also be his soft spot: the wound, and her healing touch is the elixir of life, his most coveted ointment of graceful magic. Heaven’s doors. He deserves a woman of true depth, flawless judgement and ruthless instincts. While she deserves a man who can meet her at this depth without trembling. Moreover, he should surpass her 1000X over if he wishes to lead as her ultimate ruler. Otherwise, what is the attraction? He must be smarter, faster, fitter, braver, bolder, more knowledgeable, more stoic, more refined, more talented, more financially successful than her. He must always push the pace of what is possible. He must be better than her in almost every facet, so she can admire and learn from him, fully receive him, whilst inspiring him in her own graceful ways. I’d like to add that if he slips up, she will not be far behind the sinking ship. If he excels, she will soon excel. If he is precise, she will be precise. She will recalibrate and orient herself to his rhythms. His clock. His preferences. Simply because, it is correct, it is better, and it is quite effortless as they become one. Two souls merging. Spiritual alchemy. This is why many men fear women. They feel our intuition and raw power before they understand it. They sense that we can see straight through hypocrisy, emotional weakness, insecurity, and ego structures. We call it out, whether subtly or not so subtly, he is known. His cards are seen. Men feel exposed in a realm where women move instinctively, a realm shaped by biological wisdom older than civilization itself. Women are far more psychologically acute than we appear. Our social intelligence is sharper than any verbal test. If a woman is spiritually in touch and not polluted by society, she is the finest master and expert of human nature. Our emotional reading capacity is 100 layers deeper than most men ever develop or even touch. Some men hide because they feel outmatched. Or they seek weaker, aloof women who will blindly submit to them out of desperation and naïveté, as a way to run from the truth of looking in the mirror, because it’s much easier to receive coddling, eyelash batting, “You are my hero!” for doing the bare minimum from an inferior, rather than being equally matched by a true woman who sees all of you and wants more for you both. The grander mission at play here has to be higher than our own selfishness. Some men cower from a true woman's energy not from aggression, but from her predator physiognomy and singular perception. When they run away, they are essentially saying: I am too weak to hold this. I cannot do it. It is too much for me. I do not believe in myself or my own power. I want less because I am less. It’s simply easier to settle for someone unremarkable, so that you feel like you are the ultimate prize, but this is fake and deep in your heart you will know you are an inferior when you see an actual King and Queen. Therefore, the woman a man chooses to entertain and marry reveals every part of who he is. She is the ultimate jewel on his crown. Which is why a woman’s animal instinct is not cruelty. It is a gift of clarity. A woman presses into a man’s emotional ground to understand his shape and formidability, the way the endless sea presses against the mountainous shore. She feels him from within, rather than observing him from afar. She feels his heart. His nobility. His Divine conduct. { Is he a real lion or a charlatan? } She senses whether he expands her essence or restricts her, does he allow her to sparkle or dull her Venus? She feels whether he steadies her emotionality or collapses her, dissolving. The truth is, 80% of her emotionality can be soothed by a man simply doing his masculine provisional duty. It's all quite simple. She only wishes to feel safe and loved from every angle, this is how she is effortlessly inspired to sacrifice herself for him. Her body. Her life. She will gladly give it under The Right Eyes and The Right Hands. She listens for the truth beneath his charm, beneath his facade, his jokes, beneath the subtle armor he wears. The way he lies. The way he takes wins and losses in stride. The way he asks his friends for permission and approval before decision making or following his heart. Would a proper leader and king do that? Or would he simply move? Knowing life and everyone in his vicinity will adjust to his calculated chess moves. He makes the rules. He does not follow them. Her tests are not about drama. They are about selecting genetic, psychological, and spiritual fitness. Richness of the soul. How many lives does he have left in him? How much vitality? How much cheerfulness? What are his taste preferences, the finest distillation of wisdom, class and intelligence? His cleanliness? Thoroughness? Organization? Is he jaded or hopeful that his best days are ahead of him? How can he reinvent himself from zero if he had to? What is his ability to grow and evolve, killing his former self as needed? What are his lowest floors and highest ceilings? What are his scarcity or abundance mindset limits? Does he move towards infinity and beyond? Because if you do not shoot for the stars, how will you land on the moon? Most are entirely too complacent. Which is why they will never be the 1% of the 1%. The true man knows this, and so he admires her sass, honesty and wishes. If she is choosing a man who will father her daughters and sons, carrying the family legacy, she must know whether he can handle the darkest parts of the feminine psyche and the most viscous, bloodiest parts of life without flinching and losing his grounded center. It will inevitably happen with life’s chaos and she will support him in every way she can, but his empire must be robust, which takes decades of work to build. If he cannot withstand her and support her through everything that comes their way, he will not be able to withstand childbirth, marriage, crisis, illness, war, betrayal, or the nature of time. A woman appears ruthless only because her choosing is genuinely sacred. She is deciding not only for herself, but for the invisible future waiting through her. His values. His principals. She hangs on to his every word and action because his vision and capability will determine her future and the future of her entire bloodline. It would be wiser for her to not have children, than to have them with a weak man. Do you understand? Her entire life is at risk. Her solipsism is not vanity. It is the ancient survival intelligence that reads a man through the ripple he creates inside her body. She feels him first, understands him second, and chooses exclusively according to what her spirit recognizes long before language arrives. It’s not logical, it is far superior moving at the speed of lightening permeating the ether. A true woman will know who you are in 0.13 seconds. Trust me. When she tests a man, she is asking in silence if he is powerful and large enough to hold the life and creative potential she carries inside her. Does he value her as an heirloom or is he using her as a resource? She asks without words. Will you collapse when I am intense? Will you retreat when I am emotional? Will by tears be handled sensitively? Will you shame my intuition? Or believe me? Will you fear my shadow? Will you mishandle or abuse my softness, patience, forgiveness, and gentleness? Will you get annoyed when I make grammatical errors? Will he understand that her brain works faster than her hands? How patient is he? Her internal world opens only where she senses steadiness and understanding rather than control, deep presence and listening, rather than flippant dismissal or rushed over dominating management, real loving guidance rather than mere performance. A man who mistakes this for manipulation is unready to have a true woman or start a family. He is underdeveloped. A man who recognizes it as initiation becomes more of his crème de la crème Highest Self through her. Besides, if you are The Boss. El Patrón. Your leadership should be solid. Would you want to work for someone indecisive and fluttery, cannot accommodate you, who changes his mind on any whim like the wind? Like a bird? Or a dense bear? A dog that constantly barks aggressively? Or do you have roots, flesh, heart, and delicate assassin like instincts of la panthère? Who would you trust as a protector and guide? Exactly. Men fear women until they meet the kind of man who does not. A man becomes world class and rare when he sees through all the layers of a woman, her beauty, her cunning, her strategies, her softness, her darkness, her testing, her silliness, her charades, her hunger, her fears, her needs, spoken and unspoken, and he does not punish her for any of it. He does not collapse. He is amused, even. He truly understands the femme energy for the ineffable sphinxlike creature that it is. He does not moralize. He does not resent her instincts. He becomes trustworthy because he does not flinch at her honesty, whether that is approval or denial. She adores him because he meets her where she truly lives, trusting in his leadership, vision and mind, having faith that he will be a man of honour and integrity, always fulfilling his promises, elevating both of them together to the highest echelons of earthly and Divine transcendence. He sees her naked femme psyche and chooses to love her not despite it, but because it reveals her original nature, which at core is pure, raw, tender, dazzling softness. A plaything, even. A man who does not truly love women and does not know how to take care of them is not strong. It is the ultimate litmus test. He is fragile. He is too volatile. He is admitting he cannot withstand the emotional complexity, the universe shaking power of her burning desire, and the intuitive depth that the finest women naturally possess. He is saying, I cannot handle the truth of the feminine. It is foreign to me. Therefore, he is saying the realities of life are foreign to him. A high calibre man does not fear the feminine. He metabolizes her. He does not need to suppress her. He yearns for her. He wishes to see her blooming and happy in every way through his masculine provision and overflowing spiritual chalice. They say every storm has two purposes: Destroy what isn’t solid and reveal what is. { La Femme Mystíqa, Naturalist } If he can stand within her tsunamis and remain unmoved, not rigid, not cold, but rooted, he becomes stronger with every storm. It is nature’s final test. Do you deserve to go on? This is why apex men attract women effortlessly. They belong in an elite, aristocratic category of the human organism, entirely. Women can smell this from oceans away, feeling when a man has mastered himself by piercing life by looking at it in the eye, rather than fearing it, and this instinctual recognition becomes the foundation for everything that follows. He has proven himself. She is impressed and now she can genuinely respect him. The caveat here is she must also be operating on this level, otherwise, how can real recognize real? Therefore, a woman’s final selection is ancient. Once she decides I want him as the father of my children, she is locked in. Pregnancy means he owns her. With great power, comes great responsibility. The sperm penetrates the egg, but the soul choses whether or not to accept him and give his invitation the kiss of life. Her ruthlessness is devotion. Her tender affection and explosive passion is earned through his steadiness, juxtaposed with pulsing strength, elegant ruthlessness and sophisticated cunning. She wants the best of the best she can acquire in nature, of course. When she gives herself completely, it is never a performance. It is the most intimate recognition she can offer. It is the most precious thing she has to give him. Her soul. Her submission is not a gift. It is a recognition. It is the biological sigh of relief that says: “Finally, someone who can hold me.” Someone who understands me. I am safe. I want this. I surrender.

Female intelligence, softness, tender love, empathy, curiosity, humility, and brilliance are not mutually exclusive. And yet, far too often, men compartmentalize women for their own palatability — as if sweetness, lightness, and depth cannot coexist. As if complexity is an inconvenience rather than a mark of richness & vitality. If a woman’s mind feels “too much” for you, it may be because you have not yet expanded yours. It is not her brilliance that’s the burden, but your dimness that’s exposed, revealing your lack of multi-dimensionality & inability to elevate. To prefer the simple, unaware, uncurious, intellectually passive { tier 1 basic conversation } woman is not a taste — it is a confession of inadequacy. A subtle admission of fear. Also, if you can easily manipulate & control her, so can someone else — someone sharper, stronger, more cunning. A woman without discernment is not an asset. She is a liability. { Did you ever think about that? } Low intelligence often correlates to higher weakness — not ideal for a mother, a wife, or a trusted confidante. An intelligent woman's obedience & submission to you, is earned over time when she feels your power. It is not ego, it is dignity. It is a classic case of earning the love of la féline or the canine, who works for the government. If you dream of building an extraordinary life, it is not the docile you should seek — but the well-rounded woman who sharpens you with her clarity, reflects you like a loving mirror, elevates you with her brilliant insight & steadies you with her devotion. The truly legendary man does not fear a powerful woman. He marries one. He will enjoy the maidens & marry the princess, who becomes the Queen. She becomes the oracle at his side, the softness in his storm, the beauty that both inspires & refines his vision. He desires a woman whose judgment carries immense weight — { someone he can genuinely trust & respect }. The brilliant man does not simply want a shiny, fragile ornamental play-thing who looks good on paper or social media, or a girl who serves him food, sex & a cocoon of motherly coziness — he desires the ultimate jewel on his crown.

Men who don’t take themselves seriously: in dress, etiquette & class are repulsive to me.

She will always be the enigma & the invitation, the untamed & the adorned, the veil of composure & the flicker of desire // A woman who is both silk & steel — soft enough to delicately slip through fingers & strong enough to leave a mark.

My girlfriend has me lollinggg. "I would love to have a husband, but I also need 6-8 hours of quiet time every day in which I am absolutely not unnecessarily talked to, and I also need to be completely unseen, unperceived and left to my own devices in a locked room, when I’m in my creative process such that it feels like no one can ever know or watch what I’m doing in there, and I also need to work from home, so I can enjoy cooking whenever I want and being a cute domestic goddess, and if I don’t get all these needs fulfilled my primordial feminine rage is triggered, and I start hating, biting, and seething and stuff. So figure that out, Universe." { Oorja } What a wish. Raw femme. Also, why limit yourself to be locked in a room, if you have the greenhouse & gardens? Infinite magic to be concocted at all times. Today, she requires white jasmine, myrrh & blue lotus.

The ability to exist outside of established systems, to create meaning outside of prescribed narratives. “Not a single woman has been accepted as a Christ, a Buddha, a Prophet, an Oracle — No. If a woman manages to somehow get into religious matters, she is called a witch.” Fascinating. Spirituality is simply your connection to life. Living, breathing nature & all the beautiful people, animals & energies that exist within it. Why aren’t more people talking about the power of a woman’s heart frequency?✨ The lengths she would go to protect her kith & kin. Channeled towards a beautiful goal, be that creation, equilibrium or justice. Balancing thought & action with wisdom & moral gravitas. Always asking yourself in every decision: is this for the Highest good of all? White, soft & true magic matters. It’s amplified energy. Alchemy. Intentionality. Like an innocent girl’s open heart. Like a mother’s unconditional devotion. Real love. What could be more powerful, healing, inspiring or true? 💗✨

Private & selective. Clean up the company you keep.

The world will always make you choose. But you are the synthesis. The ultimate. You are multidimensional & can truly embody it all. It takes rarity to see rarity.

888 Portal has one of the rarest & most potent energies for manifesting Venus { wealth } in this decade. The 8/8 portal opens & follows with a full moon on 8/9 the last time this specific alignment happened was in 1993. This alone should tell you how big this is — Use the power🐅

After a solid breakdown, I’ve come out on the other side, face glowing, eyes clear with a conclusion: There’s a positive, good Highest version of the timeline. I have to focus on that, regardless of the external circumstances. It’s the only thing in my control. The psyche is now exhausted, meaning, it’s time for a nap.

I’m so grateful for men who take the time to understand your past, your parents, your story & feel a burning sense of justice, activating their hero instincts. They ask questions to understand your pains, so they can be the remedy & soothe you. It shows they would be amazing fathers, demonstrating true masculine provision because in their genuine love of your femininity, they would burn down anything that stood in the way of your dignity, beauty & smile. Only they deserve your heart & soul.

A dominant woman is essentially a woman who does not have the proper masculine container to be held within. And so she becomes thorny, chaotic, rough, stiff, jaded, cold and aggressive because she has been deprived of her natural femme softness, grace and subtle effortlessness that can only be found in surrendering to life’s flow through a Higher Power. Usually this peace is found within the container of her father, husband or God. Metaphysically, I would even say it’s the father, the son, the Holy Spirit. { This one is deep, deep, deep } It inverses, you see. The father becomes the son in the end, for some of us, he’s always the underdeveloped son. The husband becomes the father she always needed and yearned for. The Holy Spirit is the flowing energy that moves through all her forms, evolutions and integrations, and seasons like a permeating fragrance. Similarly, the mother becomes the daughter in the end. Like a child for him. And the wife is the daughter he chooses as his sweet angel kitty. The Divine ethos runs through his blood igniting his duty and masculine leadership prowess. The poetry is insane.

Female intelligence, softness, tender love, empathy, curiosity, humility, and brilliance are not mutually exclusive. And yet, far too often, men compartmentalize women for their own palatability — as if sweetness, lightness, and depth cannot coexist. As if complexity is an inconvenience rather than a mark of richness & vitality. If a woman’s mind feels “too much” for you, it may be because you have not yet expanded yours. It is not her brilliance that’s the burden, but your dimness that’s exposed, revealing your lack of multi-dimensionality & inability to elevate. To prefer the simple, unaware, uncurious, intellectually passive { tier 1 basic conversation } woman is not a taste — it is a confession of inadequacy. A subtle admission of fear. Also, if you can easily manipulate & control her, so can someone else — someone sharper, stronger, more cunning. A woman without discernment is not an asset. She is a liability. { Did you ever think about that? } Low intelligence often correlates to higher weakness — not ideal for a mother, a wife, or a trusted confidante. An intelligent woman's obedience & submission to you, is earned over time when she feels your power. It is not ego, it is dignity. It is a classic case of earning the love of la féline or the canine, who works for the government. If you dream of building an extraordinary life, it is not the docile you should seek — but the well-rounded woman who sharpens you with her clarity, reflects you like a loving mirror, elevates you with her brilliant insight & steadies you with her devotion. The truly legendary man does not fear a powerful woman. He marries one. He will enjoy the maidens & marry the princess, who becomes the Queen. She becomes the oracle at his side, the softness in his storm, the beauty that both inspires & refines his vision. He desires a woman whose judgment carries immense weight — { someone he can genuinely trust & respect }. The brilliant man does not simply want a shiny, fragile ornamental play-thing who looks good on paper or social media, or a girl who serves him food, sex & a cocoon of motherly coziness — he desires the ultimate jewel on his crown.

Bring back the soft-core drugs. Let artists dream again. Creativity thrives when the boundaries of normalcy dissolve into a shimmering haze, when the ego blurs, when time dilates, when the senses & perception stretch beyond the ordinary into the sublime, dormant DNA juices bubble with tantalizing possibility — Reality softens just enough for the soul to whisper secrets through color, sound, texture. Not under sterile fluorescent light, Grok, spreadsheets & self-denying ascetic monk mode. Baudelaire sipping laudanum like perfume, Coltrane chasing God through heroin-laced saxophones, Frida painting pain in morphine-drenched vibrant color. Bowie & Stevie Nicks stitched together galaxies in psychedelic silk. Mythic channels, elegant vessels for the divine, cracked open just enough to let the ether pour through. Jean-Michel Basquiat painted in a frenzy of insomnia & heroin, his crown motifs dripping with ecstatic urgency. Yayoi Kusama hallucinated infinite dots & turned them into mirrored universes. Derek Jarman filmed gardens while dying, high on imagination & morphine. Marguerite Duras wrote with the sensual clarity of someone perpetually outside time. The Dadaists tore through logic like confetti. The Impressionists saw light differently — literally. Like a living kaleidoscope. Aesthetic oracles. Lennon wasn’t writing Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds over green juice. Anaïs Nin wrote in fevered ecstasy, her prose dripping with sensual delirium. Today, we diagnose the very portals that once dazzled & opened the door to genius. We’re so soft & rigid, simultaneously. Spiritual weakness. The Romantics, the Beats, the Surrealists — they were ethereal saboteurs, alchemists of altered states, unafraid to lose their minds to find something far more exquisite. Going insane was a prerequisite to brilliant art — not a cost, but a compass. Who wants to be sane anyway? True artists burn too bright to conform. Maybe madness was never the enemy — maybe it was the muse. Perhaps out of touch & intense is the Divine — dressed in delirium. xx

The ability to exist outside of established systems, to create meaning outside of prescribed narratives. “Not a single woman has been accepted as a Christ, a Buddha, a Prophet, an Oracle — No. If a woman manages to somehow get into religious matters, she is called a witch.” Fascinating. Spirituality is simply your connection to life. Living, breathing nature & all the beautiful people, animals & energies that exist within it. Why aren’t more people talking about the power of a woman’s heart frequency?✨ The lengths she would go to protect her kith & kin. Channeled towards a beautiful goal, be that creation, equilibrium or justice. Balancing thought & action with wisdom & moral gravitas. Always asking yourself in every decision: is this for the Highest good of all? White, soft & true magic matters. It’s amplified energy. Alchemy. Intentionality. Like an innocent girl’s open heart. Like a mother’s unconditional devotion. Real love. What could be more powerful, healing, inspiring or true? 💗✨

God created women as the finest scalpels who invite men to rise into apex masculinity through her truthful femme presence. A scalpel does not always caress, a scalpel reveals. She is the darkness who gives him the ultimate edge and slices through pretense, weakness, and delusion, refining and polishing men into something profoundly noteworthy and regal, if he choses to embrace all parts of her integrated feminine nature, rather than run from his own reflection in the mirror. The world doesn’t like to admit it, but she is the final psychological judge of all his sacrifice, warfare and victory. The finest calibre of a man is determined by the highest level of woman who will submit to him through undying devotion, not because she is blind or extractive, but because she can see with unparalleled 360° discernment. Women do not set out to wound, yet our very presence exposes what is unsteady in a man. A weak man views this as attack or deflects his own inadequacy onto her. A strong man sees her power as a coveted initiation and baptismal purification. Women reveal what is not yet sovereign in a man, and the true man only wishes to become more and more extraordinary in his self mastery through endless elevation. A true woman shows him where he fractures under pressure. His blind spots. It is because we love him and believe in his potential. We see what he has already accomplished and what he will inevitably accomplish in the future out of pure genius, tenacity, grit, hard work, obsession, insanity, confidence and relentless desire to become the ultimate apex man. The love of the game. A flawless spirit. Women uncover what is unintegrated, so he can evolve into the kind of man capable of leading a family lineage and the rare kingdom. It is only fair, yes? It is all by Divine design. She is the knife, her love may also be his soft spot: the wound, and her healing touch is the elixir of life, his most coveted ointment of graceful magic. Heaven’s doors. He deserves a woman of true depth, flawless judgement and ruthless instincts. While she deserves a man who can meet her at this depth without trembling. Moreover, he should surpass her 1000X over if he wishes to lead as her ultimate ruler. Otherwise, what is the attraction? He must be smarter, faster, fitter, braver, bolder, more knowledgeable, more stoic, more refined, more talented, more financially successful than her. He must always push the pace of what is possible. He must be better than her in almost every facet, so she can admire and learn from him, fully receive him, whilst inspiring him in her own graceful ways. I’d like to add that if he slips up, she will not be far behind the sinking ship. If he excels, she will soon excel. If he is precise, she will be precise. She will recalibrate and orient herself to his rhythms. His clock. His preferences. Simply because, it is correct, it is better, and it is quite effortless as they become one. Two souls merging. Spiritual alchemy. This is why many men fear women. They feel our intuition and raw power before they understand it. They sense that we can see straight through hypocrisy, emotional weakness, insecurity, and ego structures. We call it out, whether subtly or not so subtly, he is known. His cards are seen. Men feel exposed in a realm where women move instinctively, a realm shaped by biological wisdom older than civilization itself. Women are far more psychologically acute than we appear. Our social intelligence is sharper than any verbal test. If a woman is spiritually in touch and not polluted by society, she is the finest master and expert of human nature. Our emotional reading capacity is 100 layers deeper than most men ever develop or even touch. Some men hide because they feel outmatched. Or they seek weaker, aloof women who will blindly submit to them out of desperation and naïveté, as a way to run from the truth of looking in the mirror, because it’s much easier to receive coddling, eyelash batting, “You are my hero!” for doing the bare minimum from an inferior, rather than being equally matched by a true woman who sees all of you and wants more for you both. The grander mission at play here has to be higher than our own selfishness. Some men cower from a true woman's energy not from aggression, but from her predator physiognomy and singular perception. When they run away, they are essentially saying: I am too weak to hold this. I cannot do it. It is too much for me. I do not believe in myself or my own power. I want less because I am less. It’s simply easier to settle for someone unremarkable, so that you feel like you are the ultimate prize, but this is fake and deep in your heart you will know you are an inferior when you see an actual King and Queen. Therefore, the woman a man chooses to entertain and marry reveals every part of who he is. She is the ultimate jewel on his crown. Which is why a woman’s animal instinct is not cruelty. It is a gift of clarity. A woman presses into a man’s emotional ground to understand his shape and formidability, the way the endless sea presses against the mountainous shore. She feels him from within, rather than observing him from afar. She feels his heart. His nobility. His Divine conduct. { Is he a real lion or a charlatan? } She senses whether he expands her essence or restricts her, does he allow her to sparkle or dull her Venus? She feels whether he steadies her emotionality or collapses her, dissolving. The truth is, 80% of her emotionality can be soothed by a man simply doing his masculine provisional duty. It's all quite simple. She only wishes to feel safe and loved from every angle, this is how she is effortlessly inspired to sacrifice herself for him. Her body. Her life. She will gladly give it under The Right Eyes and The Right Hands. She listens for the truth beneath his charm, beneath his facade, his jokes, beneath the subtle armor he wears. The way he lies. The way he takes wins and losses in stride. The way he asks his friends for permission and approval before decision making or following his heart. Would a proper leader and king do that? Or would he simply move? Knowing life and everyone in his vicinity will adjust to his calculated chess moves. He makes the rules. He does not follow them. Her tests are not about drama. They are about selecting genetic, psychological, and spiritual fitness. Richness of the soul. How many lives does he have left in him? How much vitality? How much cheerfulness? What are his taste preferences, the finest distillation of wisdom, class and intelligence? His cleanliness? Thoroughness? Organization? Is he jaded or hopeful that his best days are ahead of him? How can he reinvent himself from zero if he had to? What is his ability to grow and evolve, killing his former self as needed? What are his lowest floors and highest ceilings? What are his scarcity or abundance mindset limits? Does he move towards infinity and beyond? Because if you do not shoot for the stars, how will you land on the moon? Most are entirely too complacent. Which is why they will never be the 1% of the 1%. The true man knows this, and so he admires her sass, honesty and wishes. If she is choosing a man who will father her daughters and sons, carrying the family legacy, she must know whether he can handle the darkest parts of the feminine psyche and the most viscous, bloodiest parts of life without flinching and losing his grounded center. It will inevitably happen with life’s chaos and she will support him in every way she can, but his empire must be robust, which takes decades of work to build. If he cannot withstand her and support her through everything that comes their way, he will not be able to withstand childbirth, marriage, crisis, illness, war, betrayal, or the nature of time. A woman appears ruthless only because her choosing is genuinely sacred. She is deciding not only for herself, but for the invisible future waiting through her. His values. His principals. She hangs on to his every word and action because his vision and capability will determine her future and the future of her entire bloodline. It would be wiser for her to not have children, than to have them with a weak man. Do you understand? Her entire life is at risk. Her solipsism is not vanity. It is the ancient survival intelligence that reads a man through the ripple he creates inside her body. She feels him first, understands him second, and chooses exclusively according to what her spirit recognizes long before language arrives. It’s not logical, it is far superior moving at the speed of lightening permeating the ether. A true woman will know who you are in 0.13 seconds. Trust me. When she tests a man, she is asking in silence if he is powerful and large enough to hold the life and creative potential she carries inside her. Does he value her as an heirloom or is he using her as a resource? She asks without words. Will you collapse when I am intense? Will you retreat when I am emotional? Will by tears be handled sensitively? Will you shame my intuition? Or believe me? Will you fear my shadow? Will you mishandle or abuse my softness, patience, forgiveness, and gentleness? Will you get annoyed when I make grammatical errors? Will he understand that her brain works faster than her hands? How patient is he? Her internal world opens only where she senses steadiness and understanding rather than control, deep presence and listening, rather than flippant dismissal or rushed over dominating management, real loving guidance rather than mere performance. A man who mistakes this for manipulation is unready to have a true woman or start a family. He is underdeveloped. A man who recognizes it as initiation becomes more of his crème de la crème Highest Self through her. Besides, if you are The Boss. El Patrón. Your leadership should be solid. Would you want to work for someone indecisive and fluttery, cannot accommodate you, who changes his mind on any whim like the wind? Like a bird? Or a dense bear? A dog that constantly barks aggressively? Or do you have roots, flesh, heart, and delicate assassin like instincts of la panthère? Who would you trust as a protector and guide? Exactly. Men fear women until they meet the kind of man who does not. A man becomes world class and rare when he sees through all the layers of a woman, her beauty, her cunning, her strategies, her softness, her darkness, her testing, her silliness, her charades, her hunger, her fears, her needs, spoken and unspoken, and he does not punish her for any of it. He does not collapse. He is amused, even. He truly understands the femme energy for the ineffable sphinxlike creature that it is. He does not moralize. He does not resent her instincts. He becomes trustworthy because he does not flinch at her honesty, whether that is approval or denial. She adores him because he meets her where she truly lives, trusting in his leadership, vision and mind, having faith that he will be a man of honour and integrity, always fulfilling his promises, elevating both of them together to the highest echelons of earthly and Divine transcendence. He sees her naked femme psyche and chooses to love her not despite it, but because it reveals her original nature, which at core is pure, raw, tender, dazzling softness. A plaything, even. A man who does not truly love women and does not know how to take care of them is not strong. It is the ultimate litmus test. He is fragile. He is too volatile. He is admitting he cannot withstand the emotional complexity, the universe shaking power of her burning desire, and the intuitive depth that the finest women naturally possess. He is saying, I cannot handle the truth of the feminine. It is foreign to me. Therefore, he is saying the realities of life are foreign to him. A high calibre man does not fear the feminine. He metabolizes her. He does not need to suppress her. He yearns for her. He wishes to see her blooming and happy in every way through his masculine provision and overflowing spiritual chalice. They say every storm has two purposes: Destroy what isn’t solid and reveal what is. { La Femme Mystíqa, Naturalist } If he can stand within her tsunamis and remain unmoved, not rigid, not cold, but rooted, he becomes stronger with every storm. It is nature’s final test. Do you deserve to go on? This is why apex men attract women effortlessly. They belong in an elite, aristocratic category of the human organism, entirely. Women can smell this from oceans away, feeling when a man has mastered himself by piercing life by looking at it in the eye, rather than fearing it, and this instinctual recognition becomes the foundation for everything that follows. He has proven himself. She is impressed and now she can genuinely respect him. The caveat here is she must also be operating on this level, otherwise, how can real recognize real? Therefore, a woman’s final selection is ancient. Once she decides I want him as the father of my children, she is locked in. Pregnancy means he owns her. With great power, comes great responsibility. The sperm penetrates the egg, but the soul choses whether or not to accept him and give his invitation the kiss of life. Her ruthlessness is devotion. Her tender affection and explosive passion is earned through his steadiness, juxtaposed with pulsing strength, elegant ruthlessness and sophisticated cunning. She wants the best of the best she can acquire in nature, of course. When she gives herself completely, it is never a performance. It is the most intimate recognition she can offer. It is the most precious thing she has to give him. Her soul. Her submission is not a gift. It is a recognition. It is the biological sigh of relief that says: “Finally, someone who can hold me.” Someone who understands me. I am safe. I want this. I surrender.

Evil eye comes from serpents dressed in velvet silk, entering your house as friends, hyper-fixating & studying you only to siphon your energy & contriving it to elevate their own image & false narratives. I banish thee from the realm. What goes around, comes back around.

We should be collectively encouraging our men & women to elevate higher: { Intellectually, financially & spiritually } Hold yourself to the highest standards, choose the crème de la crème because you deserve it, walk the walk & everything in your life will mirror that beauty. Stop settling for mediocrity in any endeavor because it’s more than just a meal choice, or a choice of who you’re dating, where you’re living — It’s everything. It all matters. Be more discerning. Become more dialed in. What does this say about who I am? How does it reflect my dignity? Hold your head high.

Men who don’t take themselves seriously: in dress, etiquette & class are repulsive to me.

The Diamond Visionary cuts through illusion & arrives at Truth with grace, even if said truth feels foreign, like an ego death penetrating your heart in the moment & makes you want to run away, because this slight pain, like the gym, can only make you more refined, more beautiful & more powerful because proper judgment & honesty is an act of deep love.

After a solid breakdown, I’ve come out on the other side, face glowing, eyes clear with a conclusion: There’s a positive, good Highest version of the timeline. I have to focus on that, regardless of the external circumstances. It’s the only thing in my control. The psyche is now exhausted, meaning, it’s time for a nap.

Doctors study medicine. Teachers study education. Healers study darkness.

What differentiates the truly pure from those seeking moral ground is simple: Guilt. Remorse. Do they feel genuinely regretful of their actions? And you’d be surprised, because the most powerful people do not. Their humanity switch is off. However, the most spiritually powerful people endlessly feel it. Not saying you should let it consume you, but those who can flip a switch, pretend like nothing happened. They scare me. I’ll tell you a story. Leaving all names & concepts anonymous. A man calls his long term ex girlfriend, nervous to tell her that he’s not about to get married to someone else. They’re on good terms so she’s very happy for him. And he’s like this has been eating me alive for three years. I feel disgusting. Every time I am with her, think of you. I’m laying in bed with her. A woman who is beautiful, who I love & she is devoted to me, but I’m thinking of you, you were the love of my life angel & I just feel sick to my fucking stomach because it’s eating me alive. How can I possibly feel this? It’s so wrong. To even have these thoughts. The man is falling apart morally. He wants nothing from other, other than to be a confessional. Because he is so pure. Another scenario: grieving a lost love. There is so much to unpack emotionally. These men are genuinely heartbroken & obsessing. True romantics. On the opposite end of the spectrum: And then there are some commit obscene crimes, but then simply flip the switch & justify it? It’s psychotic to me. And I’m pretty insane { but in a good way, so I have a wide bandwidth here } I genuinely believe morality, integrity & purity is embedded in the DNA. Tigers don’t change their stripes because there should naturally be 10000 levels of “this is an incorrect behavior” that emanates from the heart, right? Shouldn’t it? Do people not have that? Because if they did it once. They will do it again. Do we evolve & grow? Or do we simply become better at hiding our stripes? Poker face mentality. It genuinely terrifies me. I don’t know. One can only listen to their initial instincts, until proven otherwise over many many many years of ideal behavior. Even then, anyone sane would be wise to sleep with one eye open. What kind of life is that? I trust my third eye of wisdom to see all things with the finest distillation of clarity, wisdom & truth. { àṣẹ àṣẹ àṣẹ }

My girlfriend has me lollinggg. "I would love to have a husband, but I also need 6-8 hours of quiet time every day in which I am absolutely not unnecessarily talked to, and I also need to be completely unseen, unperceived and left to my own devices in a locked room, when I’m in my creative process such that it feels like no one can ever know or watch what I’m doing in there, and I also need to work from home, so I can enjoy cooking whenever I want and being a cute domestic goddess, and if I don’t get all these needs fulfilled my primordial feminine rage is triggered, and I start hating, biting, and seething and stuff. So figure that out, Universe." { Oorja } What a wish. Raw femme. Also, why limit yourself to be locked in a room, if you have the greenhouse & gardens? Infinite magic to be concocted at all times. Today, she requires white jasmine, myrrh & blue lotus.