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The Cosmic Love Story-
The Eternal Mate
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The Tonti Conection
By: A La Lansun

     Of All the arts writing may be the most disciplined, the most mature expression, involving as it does not only inspiration and technique but understanding and insight.  The depth of writing comes from the writer's own self.  Years of being a sponge are absorbed and understood before the results can be translated into effective words.
    The statement that reading makes a full man; writing makes a precise man is true. In the struggle to express what you feel or know, your "tools" (words) are constantly sorted over to find the best ones to clearly express a feeling or idea; paint a mental picture. As someone who spent several years involved in professional acting before turning to writing I once wrote: "As an actress I used emotion to express someone else's words and arouse feeling in my audience.  As a writer I first had to reach feeling, then carefully choose my words to arouse emotion in my reader."
     Writing with any depth begins with feeling that reflects universality if it is to create empathy in the reader.  Music can connect emotionally without stirring intellect. Art also has emotional appeal, plus visual appreciation. And both the artist and the musician always seem more at home with themselves than the writer.
     Why?  Beccause the writer always seems to be two people -- the Experiencer and the Observer.  The first, feeling the emotion of the moment. The second, standing in a corner analyzing, recording, remembering.
     Most of us learn to live with this paradox. In fact, I guess a writer is a paradox.  On the one hand you empathize with others deeply, feeling things intensely. On the other hand the Observer in  you creates an odd detachment, even in the midst of an intense experience. You act, and you react. At the same time you also observe your actions and your reactions!
     This sometimes causes problems in relating to others. They do not understand this strange ability to see beyond the moment or emotion, and may consider it coldness.  It is not, most definitely.  It is your purpose as a translator of human experience into insight for the benefit of others who do not possess this particular kind of mental duality.
     For this reason writers are often misunderstood -- except by other writers. People you love deeply may sometimes feel this indicates a lack of caring. Nothing could be further from the truth, but this is how it may appear to them. The writer is first a writer, and then a person.  Or so it seems. It is as if there is something inside that will out -- whether you want it to or not. And this nagging creativity will not let you rest.  It will not let you settle for outlets others find completely fulfilling.
     Most people go through an experience and then move on, only vaguely sensing what it was all about.  But the writer always has to know what it was all about. In retrospect you always turn even the most intense feeling inside out.  My sister once asked me:  "Why do you have to pick the petals off the rose?"
     I could only answer that picking off the petals would uncover causes; maybe even answers. So in a way a writer may be a mind surgeon exposing cancers in the collective mind. And because of the courage to expose them, all are  challenged to seek solutions.
     In spite of all this writers can have exceptionally full lives; can experience special relationships because we grow as we write.  We learn, even as we teach. We see, even as we observe.
     And, eventually, we learn to accept and live with this peculiar duality that makes us what we are -- writers!

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Copyright (c) 2007 by Anne Forrest Elmore
Solarium Analytika
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SECRETS WRITERS KNOW

 Punctuation: The Power Of
Every good writer knows it:  Every reader should respect it.

Punctuation in skillled hands is a remarkably subtle system of signals,
signs, symbols and winks that keep readers on the smoothest road.
      ---Rene J. Cappon, The Associated Press Guide to Punctuation.

Highly Recommended:
A dash of style, the art and mastery of punctuation by Noah Lukeman
ISBN 978-0-393-32980-3 pbk, W.W. Norton and Company, 2007

Every Writer should take a good look at this very special book.  Why?

Because if you were telling me a story as you sit opposite me, you would have several tools at your command to help make your thoughts clearer:

• facial expressions
• hand gestures
• tone of voice/volume
• pauses, both long and short
• complete stop and change of direction/thought
• wait for answer or comment after asking a question

Skillful use of punctuation compensates for the absence of these "meaning" clues because punctuation adds another dimension to the printed pages to guide the reader through the ideas, actions, and feelings being expressed.  It places emphasis.  It replaces the visible clues that accompany conversation,

It brings the written page alive for the reader. It ensures that your ideas are given their proper respect and feelings are personally experienced.

Every Reader should take a good look at this very special book.  Why?

Because a lot of people don't know how to read.  Oh, I'm not talking about the ABCs.  I'm talking about meaning and clarity.  About understanding and experiencing the written word.

If you don't recognize and honor the function and purpose of punctuation, you will not get the full benefit of what you read. For example:

• That special mark, the comma. The pause that refreshes an idea just read or sets something apart.
• A semicolon says make the pause longer and absorb more. 
• Totally stop for a period; shift your mental gears and get ready for a new idea or approach.
• Ask yourself the question being asked. 
• Really get the point of an exclamation point. 

If the reader does not follow the writer's cues, reading can be as monotonous and meaningless as a Grade-Schooler's read-aloud.  The fullness of meaning is lost and memory is cheated.

Try it.  You'll like it!

Copyright (c) 2008 by Anne Forrest Elmore
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Reception: January 5, 1987: 2:00 a.m., Monday  A LA' LANSUN
The Love Force -- A lesson in humility, true  humility -- is a paramount step on the road to fulfillment and freedom.

You ask questions, and  you receive answers.  Not always the ones you wish to hear.  Preparation is intense and long, but certainly not without purpose. What a waste of human life that would be. And human life is precious, a rare and wonderful gift, a great doorway, a magnificent key once you know how to turn it and find the lock it fits; indeed was created for.

Many in your world are discovering their keys and learning what to do with them. The roads are many, the paths differ, the destination is the same - ever the same. Freedom from limitation and fear. Ascension in its purest form, and entirely possible -- in fact, necessary through human form in your dimension.  Great mysteries lie within the human mind and form, unfathomable as yet. One day your scientists shall know the magnificence, the great purpose of human life. The veils will lift and mankind will behold its own godhood. That day is far away in fulfillent, yet so near [now here] in its beginnings. And each step taken gathers greater momentum until the rhythm of being rises and falls with each heartbeat. Man can hasten the day with the help that can be given. He has only to accept it.

The road to the summit is not easily traversed. Few make it. Yet even a few steps up this mountain are blessed, and none return the same. None can go back once they have begun the journey. They can only tarry on a plateau before pressing on.

You are the Love Force, you are the power of Light. You are a channel, as all are, for this great music of creation to play through. And the harmony of its music is felt all around you. You move as on a velvet carpet. You walk forward and doors appear where there were none. Unseen hands open each door and usher you through to greater joy and larger life.

There is no power in all creation greater. None can stand against the true force of Love flowing unimpeded through a channel of Light. It is not death of the ego, the human personality, it is the tranformation of it. It is the power to do, to be, to accomplish with greater ease and assurance. It is unlimited mind, unlimited knowledge -- all that is or ever shall be.

And you can tap this great force. You can experience and express it. You can BE it! You are Love Incarnate, if you will, for that is what God is.  And this god -- Love -- can conquer all.

You have no idea as yet how easy it is when you are Love. How beautiful your way or what a profound effect you have on everything, animate and inanimate, around you when you are a clear channel for Love to flow through you. Your very being, like a ripple in a stream, flows outward, touching other lives, other creatures in a positive, uplifting way. Without a word your very presence accomplishes miracles.

Your world does not understand Love. They interpret it as emotion; human needs, human likes and dislikes. The one canceling out the other. But Love, the great force, is POWER!  Power beyond your ken at the moment. It creates dominion over all and is indeed the royal passport to anywhere in the Creator's kingdom.  Therefore, it is well worth the journey. There is no door that is barred against it. There is no circumstance that does not bow before it. There is no condition it cannot change.

  LOVE IS!

Let this force flow. It is not a personal thing. The ego does not have to experience it in personal terms; only let it work in and through you.  The prayer you often repeat, usually when all human knowledge and effort have failed:  "Love, THY will be done" is the most powerful request you can make.  Continue it. Make it your mantra, repeated daily and often. Then stand aside and permit your prayer to be fulfilled. 

Release this great force within and all else shall be added -- and swiftly, for this truly is the Kingdom of God.

Adonai Vasu
Lactu

Lansun's comment:  In human terms this means that we have to also acknowledge Love's wisdom. That which Love decrees has its true purpose even if we do not understand its will.

Copyright (c) 2008 A La' Lansun

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The process by which the ego is integrated into the High Self (whole or Holy Spirit) is a transformative one.  The ego leaves behind the misconception that it is the "end all/be all"' of existence.  It must understand this basic truth before it can be vibrationally transformed because the ego's knowledge vibration is limited to physical power, which also limits the individual's ability to evolve.

The High Self cannot be reached by the ego until the ego "child" awakens to the understanding that it is only a part of the whole individual.  Through prayer and meditation, entering the silence within, the ego begins to glimpse the larger Self. It begins to understand that the evolutionary ability to reach higher knowledge is not available through earth informational sources.

When the ego is exposed to the unconditional love of its higher self, it starts to lose fear of the unknown that has blocked its progress so far.  When it experiences unconditional love for the first time, the feeling of a threat to its existence is removed. Only Love surrounds it, which opens the door for more of the same flow -- and healing takes place.   We say "healing" because it is not the natural state of existence for man in the Creator's Plan to be cut off from the Souce of love and wisdom.

The ego has been floundering a long time, unaware that it is only a part of the whole (see "Separation"). We have only to look at present conditions on earth to see that the majority of people are cut off from Love, unaware of the guidance available from their own higher self.

You will always be able to tell what or who ia guiding an individual. In ego-controlled individuals there is an absence of the abiity to express unconditional love. There will be an inability to accept differences; strife ensues, and strife is the absence of Joy. 

On the other hand if the High Self is the guide there will be an acceptance of others that carries no judgmental opinion.  Such people always seem able to transcend circumstances and express contentment and joy.

Be loving.  Be accepting of others.  If you believe in God, let God be the judge.  And when we say "judge," we refer to the Soul's ability to determine the best course in life for its growth process.

We were given free will, but in its ego vibrational form it has been the downfall of humanity.  It ran amuck on earth.  In its higher vibrational form free will is a blessing to the individual. It frees us to live life to its fullest according to divine direction that helps us experience all in life necessary for the growth of the Soul.

Don't impede or attempt to direct anyone else's life. If our Creator allows us free will, should we do any less?

Take care, dear ones.  Love and Light are always yours for the asking.

Adonai Vasu,
        Xanthu

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    The day carried no hint of the ordeal to come or the vital lesson it would teach. Winding up the asphalt road to Mt. Lemmon just outside of Tucson, Arizona, my sister and I drew deep breaths of pine-scented air  Gold leaves still clung to white-barked aspens. We could sense the faint tremor of life still left in the quivering leaves.
    Each time we took this trip to the top of the mountain the cares of the workaday world in the city below fell away with each turn of the wheels.  Sedentary and plodding all week, our spirits soared free in the crisp air of early fall.  For us the mountain had a magic of its own. Like a stored tonic it silently imparts energy to all who walk on its pine-needled floor or watch sunlight silver the long needles of tall Ponderosa pines. 
    Before today the mountain had always been an old friend, benign and healing.  There was no sign in the patterns of dappled sunlight on the familiar road that it would soon be a great teacher of one of the most important lessons I ever learned.
    The scent of wood ashes lingered from last night's fire in the living room of our friends' cabin.  We laughed. We visited.  We ate a simple, wholesome meal, enriched by good company and the sense of freedom the mountain always brought.  Then came our favorite time when each person did his or her own thing.  Some settled down to read or play cards. One or two curled up for a restful nap, wrapped in the fragrant air outside open windows.
    I decided to take a walk to my favorite lookout point. At the sound of the word "walk" every muscle in my two dachshunds went on alert.
    So off we went.
    I'd walked this way many times before. The narrow trail led to a jutting promentory of gray rock with a magnificent view of the undulating mountains and forested valley below. It was a perfect spot for reflection, for dreaming, or for just stretching out on the rough weathered granite to silently absorb the healing sights and sounds of nature. The dogs, ancient hunting instincts sharp, roamed ahead, noses quivering; their sturdy short legs covering an amazing amount of ground.
    I'm not sure how I lost the trail. It happened so quickly. One minute I knew exactly where I was --- and the next, the trees, the canyons all looked alike. All I did was turn off the trail ever so slightly to descend toward the sound of running water so the pups could have a cold drink.
    That's all.  So simple.
    Still I didn't panic. After all, I wasn't out in some deserted wilderness. Many summer cabins dot the side of the mountain.  I'd gone down to reach the stream. Therefore, all I had to do was go back up to hit the trail.
    But it didn't work that way. Suddenly there were several trails, all meandering off though the trees, winding deer paths that turned back on themselves or ended abruptly. If I could just get higher I'd be able to see my lookout point.
    Slowly I climbed, loose soil, mulch-like, slipped out from under my feet. At first I simply could not believe I was really lost. I hadn't gone that far off the trail. (Old timers just nod at this point.) My city body panted its rebellion.
    It is hard to convey what the next hours were like. I wandered up and down canyons, seeking some point of reference, some familiar landmark. Now following the creek, now wading in the cold water, slipping and sliding down steep rocks, even some I had to help the dogs over, while an overcast sky deepened and a drizzling rain began. My body chilled in my damp  clothing.
    Most of all I remember the mounting panic, something I'd never experienced before. Stories of people lost in the wild places of Arizona came back to haunt me. The natives have a healthy respect for the desert and the mountains, but here I was, the tenderest of Tenderfeet, stumbling around. I who couldn't even make it out of the Brownies and into Girl Scouts! The thought that it would be impossible for a helicopter to spot me in the thick growth of trees kept me moving.  Surely, I couldn't actually be lost!  Surely just over the next rise I'd see somebody --- anybody!  Another human form that could laonically point in some direction and say, "Oh, yeah, just follow that path and you'll hit the main trail back to the road." 
    But not one human voice joined the sound of rustling leaves and pine branches tossed by the blowing wind and rain.
    My muttered prayers increased their desperate pleading.
    I'm no stranger to normal human fears. But this was different. This was rapidly turning into fear so overwhelming that it smothered reason and the ability to think. When I stopped to catch my breath, I could hear my laboring heart pounding. I could actually see it thudding against my blouse. My sloppy joe sweather was ripped and wet through. My thin summer slacks were stained from frequent falls. My tennis shoes pushed painfully against my toes on downhill treks.
    I don't know how long I stumbled around, falling, rising again, slipping, sliding, crawling, until at one point I tripped over a log I did not see through my tears of fright. Over and over I rolled, feeling sharp rocks poke my bruised flesh, hearing loose stones rattle down around me.
    When I finally came to a stop I was at the bottom of a steep canyon, one of many I had so laboriously climbed, and which now rose ominously above me.
    Something inside of me broke. I could not contain my desperation any longer. I sobbed out my fear and pain, face pressed on moist earth. The dogs dropped down panting beside me, confused by my emotion.
    I had been praying continuously, pleading for help, both silently and out loud.  But now, suddenly, from somewhere deep inside I felt a surge of power and I "heard" words, intense and clear: "Realize your mind is your Father's mind as you will receive it.  Accept it and it shall be so."
    I reacted instantly to the intensity, pounding the wet earth, shouting over and over:  "My Father's mind is my mind and I will get out!  I will!  I will!
    Exhausted, dirt-stained, tear-streaked, I shouted defiance to my circumstances!  And it worked!  Dear God, it worked! When all the tearful pleading had only left me stumbling around in circles, fear mounting.
    Panic was gone. Quiet determination flooded through me, a force stronger than my aching muscles, my labored breathing and pounding heart. I got up painfully, ignoring a twinge in my right ankle. I didn't have time for a sprained anything! Night would come early because of the darkened sky, and nights were cold on this mountain once the sun's warmth was gone.
    I did not know which way to go. I still could not tell what ground I'd covered. But I put one foot in front of the other, and when my foot bumped against a downed tree, weathered gray and smooth, there was  a flash in my mind. I've been over this same tree before!  I must go the other way!
    I was numb.  But the overpowering fear was gone as if it had been wiped away by an unseen hand. It was even hard to remember the intensity of the fear that had engulfed me only moments ago.
    I took to the path beside the creek. After how long I do not know, wonder of wonders I heard human voices up ahead. Two boys splashing in the shallow creek stared at the sight of me. When I asked directions they pointed to a faint grassy trail that led me to the picnic area and the road. Now I knew where I was.
   But I could not make it up the hill to the Lodge for help; my legs began trembling uncontrollably. With rescue in sight, they gave up. And when a small dachshund rushed out from a roadside cabin and circled in stiff-legged appraisal of my two, I asked the man on the porch for a ride back to the cabin of my friends. I had been gone almost five hours, adding miles by my up and down search for a high place.
    I slept that night as if I'd never wake up, but wake I did to muscles screaming their protest of what had been demanded of them. They continued their painful complaints for a good ten days afterward.
    I still have clippings I collected about rescue efforts for people lost on the mountain. One professor rescued by Park Rangers required four days in the hospital to recover, but this forty-some female was back on the job in three days. A little slow getting around, but there.  Those who saw me after this kept shaking their heads, including the Emergncy Room doctor who gave me a muscle relaxer and treated the numerous scratches and bruises I'd acquired. After all it was physically impossible for a woman my age, lacking muscle tone, etc., etc., etc., to do what I did.
    But --- I did it! I did it because our Father's mind is our mind if we accept it, which can give us resources we are unaware of until we are tested. Until in desperation we claim the Spirit within as I did, face down on the damp earth of a mountain that challenged my faith to the limit.
    I have reached other points in my life when the way was unknown. When fear threatened to paralyze reason. When I felt lost in a maze of confusion and painful human experiences.  Then that day on the mountain comes back to me with a clarity that defies description, and I know the resources placed within each one of us.
    We just have to claim our Gift and keep putting one foot in front of the other, taking care of the immediate moment. We do not  journey alone. We will make it through whatever challenge confronts us.
   For nothing is impossible when His mind is in charge.

Copyright (c)  2008 Anne Forrest Elmore
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Telepathic Reception: October 16, 1973
A LA' LANSUN

The primry cause of pain in your world is the resistance to the action of Light interpenetrating the body and mind mechanism of the creature form.  Your social mores contribute much to inhibiting the free-flow of this cleansing and regenerating agent since Love in your world is a conditioned emotion with rules that must be adhered to.

You give; but you must also take. You give as you deem it appropriate to do so, but your judgment is always based on conditioned attitudes. There is no such thing as emotional and mental freedom in your world.  Even the most uninhibited among you, one who explodes in either violence or simpering sentimentality, is reacting to previous conditioning. The explosion is usually the result of feelings repressed too long, while the flood of sentimentality is often more guilt-based or duty-prone than actual release of true love.

You are told whom you must love, and how much. And desperately needy and insecure souls will take all they can get. While those who might be purer channels for the wisdom of love often get caught in the world's religious net that emphasizes self-sacrifice as the basis for "pure" love.

How could any reasonable being condone Self-sacrifice?  The more you deplete the expression of your true self, the less you have to give another. You become only what other people expect you to be.  You play out your lives in an oscilating series of roles: mother/father, son/daughter. wife/husband, sister/brother, friend, enemy.  Yet these roles are only facets of your total self.  And even these roles are played according to the existing rules. 

• The "good" mother who worries a lot, instilling fear in her offspring, discouraging exploration and self-trust. 
• The "good" father who earns the family income, mows the grass, doesn't drink, but whose own stifled emotional development limits his ability to participate in human relationships, which leaves a deep hunger in all concerned, himself included.
• The "good" son or daughter who foregoes his or her own fulfillment, or neglects their own families to care for a demanding and often selfish parent.
• The "tactful" friend who never questions the opinion of a friend because such action would invite disagreement or unpleasantness.

How many "silent" sins are committed in the guise of love and goodness.  Sins more of omission than commission, leading to the greastest sin of all -- the erosion of integrity and the death of the Self.

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Lansun's note:  When I received this "mirror" of our world it was not easy to look at, but I had to admit its truth.

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Reception: April 21, 2008

The process involved in the death sequence of your lives is so unnecessary.  You experience death because you cannot sustain life. Life, unadulterated, is effortless. Life sustains itself effortlessly when unimpeded by the blocks thrown in its way by ignorance.  Ignorance that ignores the loving instruction and guidance that is available and free for the asking.

Become neutral, and by that I mean not opinionated.  Having opinions about everything prevents the Light from guiding you effortlessly through your daily lives.  See opinions as rocks.  Heavy, unmovable rocks that impede your sight and your abiity to move in other directions.  Other directions that might be a better course of action.

Opinions are otherwise known as judgments.  Do you honestly believe you have the wisdom needed to decide the best course of action in each circumstance in your life or the lives of others?

Be still.  Become neutral.  Ask for guidance daily to allow your circumstances to be handled appropriately.  Allow yourselves to accept the right action to deal most effectively with the present circumstance.  Don't make the same mistakes of the past.  Opinions bind you to the past.  And even if circumstances appear to be the same as yesterday's, you can learn to deal with them in a better way.

On earth you develop habit patterns.  Routines, opinions about how to do things.  This is a rut, designed to keep you immobilized.  A grave you dig to bury yourselves so you don't have to experience the temporary discomfort of change.  You cannot make progress without change.  You need to remain fluid in mind and body; able to move mentally and physically.

Neutrality is another word for open-mindedness.  There is a fine line between opinion and discernment.  The first you want to lose; the second you want to develop.  Opinion locks the mind.  Discernment is an objective assessment of a situation, without ego or emotional involvement.  Know that opinion always has an intensity about it.  Discernment is neutral.

Your daily prayer should be:  Love, Thy will be done in my life and on earth as it is in the heavens.

Note:  Which means we also have to accept that there is a true purpose in Love's will, even if we do not understand it at the time.

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    "Young, healthy men are losing interest in making love more often than realized. We are in the midst of an affliction," concluded the doctor's report. This respected psychiatrist's report also stated: "The duty syndrome is no longer exclusively woman's burden because many men are now discovering this down side of sexual intercourse."
    As a private secretary in an exclusive mental hospital during my research for a book I had complete access to private files that confirmed the doctor's report, but I did not like his conclusion then.  I like it even less now. 
    In the first place nobody makes love.  Love IS!  We share it.  We are in  love toether, but we don't make it. We are only instruments though which this great creative energy can express. And the common fallacy of equating "making out" with "making love" is long overdue for an overhaul. 
    Now, when both time and I are a little older, I see how completely both sexes have been conned into certain expectations. But why should it be necessary for our fires to be banked a bit before we gain perspective about this life- and death-giving energy?  All too often this same fire consumes rather than creates; retards the flowering of a deeper relationship rather than nourishing it.  So I propose a different conclusion.
    Could mankind actually be evolving?
    What if our Creator's evolutionary scheme is lessening interest in one expression of togetherness to herald the flowering of another?  One that will transcend the instincts of the garment we wear?  One that will involve more of our total being?
    Why should this be conidered a negative? What if it is simply a sign of a new era in mankind's development?  Could it be that we are finally ready for something more than five-sense sensations? Ready to explore wider frontiers? And a diminishing sexual drive is but a prelude?
     The pill gave women the freedom to try out the grass on the stud side of the fence. Only another woman can know the thoughts that preceeded this freedom  For the sake of a fleeting sensation, not always guaranteed, we inherited temporary breakfasts and barrel-shaped bodies. The climax, of course is labor -- hard labor. So if we are truthful, a lot of us might admit we were never all that impressed. We used it to gain our own ends because it was the only power we were granted.
    But are we still riding the bandwagon that equates man's sexual performance as a measure of his love for us?  Wouldn't it be a truer sign if he took out the garbage?  Or better yet, took you out to dinner? What about the times he's helped you with the dishes?  Isn't that "making love" visible?
    A man that is not exhausted mentally or physically can have an erection or ejaculation with you or any other female. But for how many women will he patiently hang a picture three or four time until it "clicks" for you?  For how many women will he labor in youth, middle age, even past his prime to help you and the progeny you create together eat regularly and sleep in a sheltered place?
    We must be sure we have this Woman's Lib Hat on straight if we are to help liberate our men from the penal prowess yardstick used to evaluate them. Liberate us both beyond the rituals that have enslaved us for too long.
    Grandma firmly believed that the "beast" in man had to be held at bay until he paid the price demanded of him --- his whole life's labor.  But is this any more out of focus than today's media circus, the hell-bent rush to rouse and nourish the beast in woman as well as man?
    As an attractive divorcee' I often faced an old challenge.  "Prove you're a woman, honey." uttered softly but firmly.  One moderately priced dinner and I was expectd to prove my womanhood -- his  way, of course. And many of my sisters whose self-confidence was dragging after a failed marriage were ripe plums for the picking.
    That is unless they had already faced their own feelings honestly and stopped playing the fee-to-the-male role. A female "something" is not necessarily a Woman.  (Ever hear of a "woman" wall socket?)
    We gals have to find our own identity if we are to help our guys find theirs. Could the soul of man be issuing an unconscious call for our help?  And if we are not answering, could today's increasing violence toward women be the result?
    With Grandma's rules no longer in effect, what picture of Woman are we presenting?
    Some experts claim a male can separate his sexual activity more readily from the rest of him. I wonder if the detachment is as great as man thinks.  For woman, such schizoid separation  can wreak havoc because sooner or later, deep in the night, the Woman of her will resent the insensitivity such a relationship demands of both sexes.
     Come on, gals.  Let's give our guys a chance to get over their hangups while we dig deeper and discover what separates Woman from female. We don't need the experts to tell us what we prefer.  It's time we decide this for ourselves. Time we listened to our own inner voice.

To know what you prefer instead of saying Amen to what the world
tells you what you ought to prefer is to have kept your soul alive.

Robert Louis Stevenson said it, and it should join the picture gallery on our refrigerator door.  For if we honestly don't know what Woman stands for, She can fall for anything.
      Maybe She already has.                                    

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