an absolute joy
the American way
stop' the fight
If I continue on this path of topics, one might think that I live, a tad obsessed and tilting toward the masculines of me, as much as I feasibly am able. Though, I’d have to contend that, is entirely the truth. Ever since I once (over 10 years ago) read into it, the concept of Twin Flames brought upon me this concern that described the yin & yang aspect of a marriage between souls, in a man & a woman. How while the two souls seek a life together they will be repulsed–from one an’other, until they show perfect understanding of what sides of the gender divide, both are to be expressing, most forth right fully. Beyond a repulsion, there can by certainty, existentially, arise a fighting as each seek the ‘wholeness that can only be defined–let alone ‘permitted’ for world peace! in the other twin.
As I write that, it seems to need additional telling toward an ideological autonomy before applied in the means I see it adequately fit for.. as a soul relationship built between two people that engage dimorphic balance through the clarity of, “a supernatural bond between [them], as twins are variably conjoined such that the defining separation is their sex ‘their each person zero-sums in a perfectly mutual soul-space.” Due logic to this phenomenon, heeds that it is in refines of its polar reality ‘through it’s confusing equity that two answers of duality and a soul’s personhood are provided; and by within that twin, the outward expression of that filtered pressing who’s who game, finding where each other becomes the other’ll seek to be unto ONE, until the confusion of the presently present poles are either sorted to work concurrently or remain in a block or fallacy, possibly within their divine natures simply AND entirely.
The missing link for what I will leave as a last call on understanding the utter nightmare case, should be that for either of the twins it is pure schizophrenia and intrusive thoughts & feelings on behalf of the other twin, until it’s better wrapps up on both parts and is more manageable under definitively enough conversation’ being about & clear, “who’s the man.” This conceptual yet to me experientially derived construct of our human being, so commonly cultural/presented, leads me so worried into the LGBTQ+ community and what we encourage as adaptable positive approaches to each other. This is a fight-post of a blog, and with our technological trenches buzzing with war over who’s the censor of language & ideas that have supported and fallen- empires, clouds ‘drifting, sifting a easymelding on the developing immobility within our society that leans on ‘WE’ like, we probably acknowledge that’s somebody else’s job, ironically as that’s what I’m saying leaning on ‘we’ is, who’s the control freak? I’ll be, I will be the control freak.
The UFC Freedom 250 event at the White House last weekend was an epic of its kind. The card was stacked fight after fight with major contenders and a setting like none in the 325+ past showings. The “President’s Own” Marine Band played live music for the walk-ups which gave to the sense of military values (along with the scores of stands packed with guys in uniform) and let it be more an organically classy affair, fitting with the gnats and life-giving high humidity. Though it was impossible to deny, how much more it was a night for all/any of thee guys. There was no women in the fight card- and Washington bolstered the almost, massively sheering humor waiting, for anyone so to take in the sight of crowd totaling some 80,000+ at the Ellipse, *umm mostly male hype boys.
All spiritual consideration was in the house, or “on the lawn..” and as seriously the UFC has shown me there, “how to root for the fight,” it was the card topping lightweight championship bout that given the circumstances had me throwing parity out the window, chanting USA to myself alone in my car pulled over-and-out from my day to day duties that night, and hoping like we, honest to God albeit, patriots might witness something special.
As that was the stage that had been set. Odds are odd, and 6:1 is pretty steep, but what would matter more was constricted by and veiled in the depths so ‘weighting off’ who deserved to walk out of that cage the title less fettered, maybe more than ever seen befter ‘in the history of the sport.
I believe we all saw the power in our visions and personally, wouldn’t count out what the then biggest villain picked up in his corner, cause to the women who love their husbands & children.. many men maybe learn nothing else but to love the purity of growth founded in stark moral-keeping to their villains. I contemplated a challenges from Ilya Topuria much to his benefit, at the end of the day, yea. I pertinently, though, you see, how this ideal marriage of a man & woman beckons the evolutionary nature to that which is priest, it revealls what is our place arearing, the wombs we offer for a sole confluence to be with love in, the twin of our opposite sex’ gender.
I know I won’t forget UFC Freedom 250 in much more dismay to the other major opposition’s sutures, mind you the disgraces of my cheering’ dispardonment. I, along with the millions of fighting faithful’l that looked up to the skies above Pennsylvania Avenue, seeing clouds, rain, and lightning threatening the longstanding plans to celebrate, of all, what’s brought prosperity and future opportunity to our great and recovering nation–in the sphere of the masculine.
If you were so repulsed, maybe you can rest your right to belaurel on the fact you’re in some marked dimension closer to, or having had, stopped your own fight. But let us each continue to ask ourselves, what was won in the contexts of (at last) every competing, shared, and irreverent interest? Did you best yourself, what of your enemy.
– Do you even blog if you haven’t mentioned twin flames?
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