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The etheric is the most overlooked aspect of our human lives. Ignorance of the etheric plane comprises much of what makes us spiritually and emotionally retarded. The etheric is the plane of energy and life force. It is vitality and animus. The etheric is not human-centric. To see it as revolving around humankind in any way is naive. That said, etheric starvation is the most common human malady of our time, and our species is responsible for most etheric devastation that exists on the planet at the moment.

Two types of etheric flows made the Universe — etheric yin and etheric yang. Yang expands outward away from itself and yin draws inward towards its own center. Yang embarks upon expeditions and seeks receptive eggs. Yin is the center of gravity and seeks to pull the outside towards itself like a magnet. The sun shines his light far and wide. The moon reflects light while captivating the oceans to follow her in the form of tides. Yin contains yang within itself and yang contains yin within itself.

A plant-xample

All fruits are the seed bearing part of the plant. Cucumbers and squash are fruits just as much as apples and strawberries are fruits. Fruit itself is very feminine or yin, because like yin, it carries seeds. When we trace fruit back to the flower from whence it came, the flower is also yin. Flowers are receptive on the physical plane, but the means they employ as lures, scent and color, are yang on the etheric plane. Pollen is the floral equivalent of sperm. Plants thrust yang parts out of their flowers called stamens covered with pollen. These stamens surround a receptive female organ called a pistil. Once the flower has been pollinated, it retreats into a yin state, drawing into itself and encapsulating what will become the seed or seeds. Petals fall off, the stem hardens and becomes brittle, and walls go up surrounding the fertilized pollen. The former flower swells around the seed with padding known as fruit. The seed is encased in robes of feminine flesh. Yang then takes over again as the fruit matures, expanding the flesh outward and falling off the branch, sending out scent and color messages that beckon “eat me”. The fruit is eaten, either by landing in an animal’s receptive, yin mouth or by rotting in fertile, yin soil. The fruit digests away and the yang essence hidden in the seed springs to life, becoming another plant.

You’ll notice that yin and yang are not only crucial to the life process, they are everywhere. One cannot exist without the other. Thoth Hermes Trismegistus left us with the statement “as above, so below”. Every natural law works as a function of fractals or ripples, and we meat bags of mostly water have but one hope in learning esoteric knowledge: we have to figure out how to recognize patterns.

Children and old folks

I recently saw a TikTok ad that was designed to make me feel insecure and diseased because I am past menopause. The ad featured a pretty, forty-something woman who was probably AI speaking gibberish about losing one’s cookies. Against my better judgement, I commented “Oh honey, menopause is amazing. I don’t miss my periods and I don’t miss being young.” In short, “You have no power over me”. Yes, menopause sucks for those who think looking 21 at age 51 is a good idea. Once the sex hormones start to wane, age starts writing itself all over the face and body. Things sag and wrinkle. Freckles, spots, and moles darken and enlarge. Perky muscle tone, once effortless, becomes a real chore that requires real effort. In other words, the body succumbs to yin forces and begins to visibly die. In a civilization that denies and hates the Divine Feminine that rules all the yin aspects of life, aging is cause for a freak out. Getting old is considered a disease, and the mad scientist transhumanists would like to cure it for all eternity, never grokking that for the new to be born, the old must wither and die. All of science has thrown itself at the rejection of death. Science is now a game of trying to go around Nature. “Surely we can improve where Nature fails!” they rally, dragging along a collection of septic perversions like the N.I.C.E. camp in C.S. Lewis’s That Hideous Strength. Science worships demons at this point; they don’t even need the Goetia. Those who are terrified of aging and death are terrified by those who are unafraid of aging and death. Like the Skeksis in Jim Henson’s The Dark Crystal, they have become monsters in the quest for eternal youth, never understanding they already have it, if only they could allow their bodies to age and die without getting upset.

Old people are naturally yin on the etheric. Once we die, we are completely yin on the etheric. Women are etheric males and men are etheric females during adulthood. I am very much a woman, and like most women, I am an etheric male. This means that I dump my copious yang energy on the etheric. My etheric masculinity tends to take the form of traditional woman’s work such as teaching, tidying, cooking, and healing. Men are more forceful or yang on the physical plane, and this is why they are physically tougher, larger, and frankly uglier than women. They are better at fighting, construction, and what Mike Rowe called “dirty jobs”. Men are yin on the etheric, which makes them enthusiastic recipients of etheric yang. The key to a man’s heart is through his stomach, especially if he lacks the etheric yang talent to cook himself a decent meal.

All children begin physical life as females in the womb. One fact that modern science forgets and overlooks out of ignorance is that physical females are etheric males. We all begin life in utero as yin beings with yang energy. Children are only born of women because the yin being is the part that physically splits off when conception occurs. The yin creates the fruit and the yang, the little used-up spermatozoon, provides the life force. Children are technically female until puberty no matter what their physical sex, which makes them etheric males. Boys are indistinguishable from girls until sex hormones break the spell of childhood. Unless there is precocious puberty, a nine year old boy looks and sounds like his female peers.

Children under attack

As much as media likes to wax poetic about the sanctity of infants and children, no group has been more utterly thrown under the bus. Infants and children are yang on the etheric, being essentially female on the physical plane. There is always a spectrum, of course, and a hyperactive child who loves bright colors and yelling is more yang on the etheric than the quiet, bookworm child. Unsurprisingly, children need lots of play, exploration, and testing of the new.

The current predicament of our civilization is to starve en masse on the etheric, and that is why hordes are drawn to the abundant yang energy of children like moths to a flame. Pedophilia has never been so astonishingly brutal and commonplace. Pedophilia is a method of cracking the child like an etheric egg and slurping down the resulting energy.

Girls will be boys

Whether an XX chromosome person (a woman) tries to appear as an XY person (a man) or it is the other way around, transexualism mainly results in an erasure of maleness. Transexualism is rooted in fear of the Sacred Masculine. When a biological female attempts to transition into a male, she invariably ends up as a beta. Her fantasy expectation is to be the hot guy and her reality is to be a balding, potbellied, wide-hipped creep with a micropenis. She will always be a masculine-looking woman, and there are plenty of those who did not need to amputate their breasts or get a hysterectomy to achieve the same vibe. When a biological male attempts to transition into a female, he also invariably ends up as a beta. Femininity is far more than its obvious signs. I am all woman, but I don’t have large breasts or lush eyelashes. His fantasy expectation will to become a bombshell of patchworked girlie-girl stereotypes and his reality will be to look like an effeminate man.

Transexuals believe they can achieve vibrant, attention-getting, florescent colors via a sex change and they routinely end up the same shade of grubby beige. The reason for the failure of transexuals is the etheric plane. The polarity of etheric maleness crashing against physical and astral femininity is what makes men manly and women womanly. A man without a hyper-feminine etheric body, whether or not he is trans, presents as an unattractive dullard. A woman without copious etheric maleness will present as butch whether she likes it or not. When a person alters his or her hormones and/or amputates and reshapes body parts, their etheric body is diminished and etheric starvation becomes acute as there is lessened polarity to replenish it.

Virile studs compared to their modern counterparts

Modernity, maleness, and feminization

Industrialization and its onslaught of chemicals has resulted in large numbers of effeminate men and masculine women without the assistance of trans drugs and surgeries. When petroleum toxins are introduced into the environment, feminization is an observable scientific result in animal populations. Plasticizers known as phthalates have a nasty habit of not biodegrading. When plasticizers stick around, they wreak havoc by mimicking estrogen. Balls don’t drop and sperm are damaged and few. Girls and women don’t escape either — periods start early and polycystic ovary syndrome makes them a living hell. Girls are not developing into feminine women with yang etheric bodies. Boys are not developing into masculine men with yin etheric bodies. Sex is not as binary as it used to be, thanks to plastic chemical damage. Sperm counts have never been lower. The average young man of today has the sperm count of an 80 year old Victorian gentleman with mojo (or lack thereof) to match.

When men remain trapped in perpetual childhood due to a failure to develop their maleness, it is called neotony. Neotony is considered desirable in women as it makes them more childlike and feminine — do yourself a favor and avoid plugging neotony into a search engine — but in men, it is less desirable.

Release a domesticated pig into the wild and it will develop tusks, a bristly coat, and a tougher hide. Within a few generations, the pink piggies from the farm will spawn only fierce, wild boars.

Men have become soft and pink, eternally juvenile, and insecure. They will remain in the state of Puer Aeternis until initiation rites are brought back into vogue, whether by choice or by force. Harsh circumstances and having to bust ass from an early age (along with a resistance to plastic chemicals) forces the maturation process in humans as well as pigs and other animals, making a man larger, tougher, and more potent on the physical plane while feminizing him on the etheric, a.k.a. making him a chick magnet.

Women have become tough ballbusters, unable to rest in their femininity. This is a condition of being forced to take on men’s roles as men either opt or are forced into a state of weakness. Women fake neotony quite well and the damage of etheric starvation is not as obvious, but make no mistake, it is still there. Due to an excess of estrogen-impersonators in the environment, girls go through puberty at eight and nine instead of twelve and fourteen. Instead of invigorating the male etheric body, early puberty dilutes it, an that is why so many girls are shiftless, confused, desperate, and depressed during what should be a vital, joyous time of their lives.

As I have often said, etheric starvation will not truly abate until the last computer sputters the last line of code and the last plane falls out of the sky. There are also many plastic chemicals that will be around for at least ten thousand years, making hell for human beings. Modernity is a bitch and we are here, swimming in it. Science has completely fallen short of understanding the energy plane, dismissing it as woo. Yet the energy or etheric plane holds the key to all scientific understanding. Energy is everything and everything is energy, and even G.I. Joe admits that knowing is half the battle.

Back when trans was cool and also from Transylvania.

Around the year 2006, I wrote my first novel, Forever Fifteen about a young, fifteen year old looking vampire who was a reluctant but prolific serial killer. The novel featured a side story about a cross-dressing man who was railroaded and driven to suicide by a nosy, outwardly normal neighbor. Back then, I had a great deal more sympathy for cross-dressers, transvestites, and what is now called transgender people. I considered them a persecuted class of mainly closeted gay men.

My empathy screeched to a halt once militant trans “allies” took over school classrooms and public libraries. A carnival of freaks shamed regular people for calling a pedophile a pedophile. Drag queens exposed their junk in front of kids. Various pornographic books popped up in school libraries that read like The Joy of Sex (ages 3 and up). Target turned its store into a pride display, complete with chest binders and tuck underwear for customers training to amputate/invert their private parts. Facebook and pre-Elon Musk Twitter censored anyone who wasn’t on board. To this day, I still see people broadcasting their preferred pronouns on social media and referring to an individual as “they”. I personally will not refer to a single person as “they”. “They” is a term for more than one person. Using it for an individual is an open acknowledgement of multiple personality disorder. Just as I would not play into the delusions of a person with severe schizophrenia, I will not use the term “they” to refer to an individual.

The trans movement might have survived had it contained its entitlement and kept its vibe on the side of chill. Trans is a movement that did extremely well when it was underground. Trans was cool when it was actually subversive a la Rocky Horror, K.D. Lang, Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Trans grave mistake was getting in bed with Big Pharma and Big Insurance to the point where schools and entire state governments were pushing permanent gender-motivated mutilation on prepubescent children. Trans immolated itself in the fires of self-invited public scrutiny. Yes, there was money in it, and many in the trans movement took the bait, becoming monsters in the process.

Etheric bodies matter: polarity and sex

The missing link in the trans dialogue this entire time has been a discussion of the subtle bodies and why their arrangement might drive someone to want to swap genders. In my article about masturbation and the subtle bodies, I explain how males have female etheric (energy) bodies and how females have male etheric (energy) bodies. Anton LaVey bludgeons through the male/female body arrangement concept in his book The Satanic Witch, but it takes a deep dive through the works of John Michael Greer, Dion Fortune, and Max Heindel to get any purchase on why we are made in such funny ways.

When a woman is extremely male on the etheric, she will be physically underwhelming and diminutive. She will be extremely sensitive to vibes. She will have a propensity to engage in behaviors that regulate and enhance the etheric plane to which she is so sensitive, such as the beauty trade, cooking, cleaning, decorating, making music, decorating, and healing.

When a man is extremely female on the etheric, he will dominate on the physical plane. On the energy plane, he will easily attract romantic attention as if he was casting an invisible net. He will likely be inept at making things pretty and will be far more likely to need healing power than to be able to give it out of himself.

In brief, we all embody our own polar opposite on the etheric plane. In my own case, I am a shrimpy little woman with a huge etheric package. I often overwhelm with my etheric force and people who aren’t used to it can be easily taken aback or frightened by it. Little women with gigantic personalities are often packing on the etheric. If you know the gentle giant stereotype such as the fireman who rescues kittens from burning buildings, you also know that certain combinations are violently attractive.

Trans is a tragedy because it erases polarity. Lopping off body parts and screwing with hormones maims the physical body in ways that create horrific, chronic conditions where none existed. “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” should be the second line of the Hippocratic Oath, and trans procedures and drugs ignore everything Hippocrates ever uttered about medicine. I may be the etheric equivalent of a lumberjack but it doesn’t mean that I am the girliest girl who ever girled on the physical plane. I have a masculine jaw and I can leg press 230 pounds. Also, sometimes I like boy things and think exactly like a man despite being very much a woman. Non-gay boys might play with Barbie just as non-gay girls might play with GI Joe. Sexuality is a spectrum and it is not static. We all go through our tomboy eras and our girlie girl eras. Most of us have been attracted to the same sex at some point in our lives, whether we admit it or not. We don’t have to choose a side. The same people who like to blur the lines between gender seem to think they can have it both ways. When a man makes femininity into a minstrel show via drag, he is deliberately exploiting the polarity of hyper-feminine women. Drag queens don’t dress up as Amy Schumer — they dress up as Marilyn Monroe.

In this age of overpopulation, it is highly likely that some people with body dysmorphia were reincarnated too fast and have trauma and confusion left over from their past lives. This was certainly true of me. I believe I was female in my most recent past life. I was born as Kimberly in 1973 and the lifetime before that was Vera who was born in the 1890s. Typically one is not born female twice in a row, and usually the reincarnation process switches sexes each time. I did not have trauma about my gender but I had it about plenty of other things as a young person, and it was not my upbringing or circumstances as Kimberly that caused it. Much of my youthful distress arose because I was reincarnated a scanty four years after Vera died. This was not sufficient time to process all that happened when I was Vera.

Nowadays, people are reincarnated so fast that it is often only a matter of months between lives. If you were a petite woman in your most recent life, it is not going to be easy to be a six foot four guy in your following life. Things will be different, to say the least. My spirit guides have hinted that I will be a gay man in my next life, and I can see that because I have more than a tinge of gay male flair in this one.

The thrill is gone

Medicine jumped the shark over a hundred years ago, where healing and its practical knowledge was jettisoned for wonder drugs and fad diets. Medicine is a desperate game of musical chairs in a burning building. Its latest attempt to cannibalize what is left of the economy is convincing kids to turn themselves into eunuchs in need of constant surgeries and drugs. Just as Big Tobacco realized it needed to get kids hooked in order to sell cigarettes, Big Pharma understood its cash cow was in 12 year old Roblox addicts with garden variety adolescent body dysmorphia and divorcing parents.

No surgeries or pills required, just be yourself.

I hope I have made it clear there is no way of switching sex. If a male tries to become female (to my mind, he will never succeed because chromosomes are chromosomes), he will have the same etheric body arrangement. The etheric body will act as if the amputations never happened, just as the etheric bodies of amputees create mockups in the form of phantom limbs. A male-to-female transperson will always have a phantom penis and a female-to-male transperson will suffer phantom breasts.

Another problem with trans treatments is their utter brutality. Trans procedures are castration. Genital mutilation is another fitting term. Just as we wince when we hear of Somali girls having their labia and clitorises cut off by well-meaning aunts on kitchen tables (this is what happened to Ayaan Hirsi Ali when she was a few years out of diapers) we should shudder when surgeons flay the skin off a girl’s or woman’s arm to make a frankenpenis or transfer a chunk of a boy’s or man’s colon to his taint in order to fashion an ersatz vaginal canal. Said canal will always act energetically as if it is still a route to the anus, oozing waste fluid and requiring “dilation” with various dildos in order to remain open. I wish I was kidding.

The role of hormones in shaping personality and expressing the human soul is barely understood by anyone, so I don’t know why anyone would trust the most retarded quotient of our civilization to dictate permanent decisions about what should be done with them. Doctors have not been healers for a while now and it is clear they have no understand of the etheric plane, despite the inconvenient truth that all healing emanates from the etheric plane.

I hope now that Woke is beginning its death throes that we can collectively assess trans surgeries and procedures for the horror they have always been. Gay used to be a hell of a lot more fun. There were no young adults with painful, mutilated frankenvaginas, surgically-induced menopause, and lifelong hormone and pain pill habits in its wake.

The 2001 Steven Spielberg film AI imagines a near future where the ecosystem is in a steep decline and human reproduction along with it. New York City is half-submerged in ocean water and hyper-realistic robots fulfill the roles of humans in every way. Ridiculous government population quotas dictate that an upper-middle class couple can only have one child -- where have we heard this before? A couple grieves after losing their little boy to an unnamed accident or disease; he is cryogenically frozen in hopes of a cure. The husband seeks to heal the hole in his wife's heart by adopting a boy robot who is capable of actual love for his mother. The robot boy, David, has an Oedipal fixation upon his "mommy", Monica. When the couple's natural child, Martin, is miraculously brought back from his cryogenic coma, sibling rivalry leads to an accident that is seen as David's fault. Monica abandons David and his animatronic bear companion, Teddy, to the deep woods. From here spins the tale of AI.

Right now, we dwell in the infancy of what AI could become, with the vision of the AI film being not too far off from a plausible result. Population is declining everywhere except India and Africa, and thanks to plastic contamination, MRNA "vaccines", and the inevitable end of plentiful petroleum-fuel fertilized food, we are looking at a hollowing out of crowds that makes the current situation in South Korea look tame. This is nothing to panic about -- panic never helped anyway -- it is just one of those things we have to deal with.

The role of the etheric plane

Isn't it ironic that the world has more people on it than ever before and more ways for strangers to meet than ever before, yet it is nearly impossible for the average young person to land and maintain a lasting spousal relationship? Many attempts will be made to explain the current set of problems and most will fail, and the reason they will generate more heat than light is ignorance of a condition of being called the etheric plane.

As I have mentioned time and time again in these essays, etheric starvation is the commonest condition of our era. What the hell is etheric starvation, you ask, and what does it have to do with AI and the price of tea in China? Well, in order to understand etheric starvation, we need to allow for thoughts about what occultism has to say about the etheric plane. Atheists, so-called rationalists, and fundie Christians are advised to scroll away. The following is talk for the open-minded that requires conceptualizing beyond artificial Meatworld limits. Please go back to your comforting circle jerks, empty universes, and ignosophy. The grown ups are talking; you would refuse to understand. Besides, I hear Sam Harris is looking for new subs.

All things are energy and physical matter is the densest form of energy. Traditional occultists (and ex-atheists) like myself attempt to understand these hierarchies by labeling them as planes. We also acknowledge a causal relationship between planes and though they are separate and discreet, matter in the material plane (Meatworld) is an obtuse, clumsy expression of more subtle planes, all of which originate from the subtlest plane of all, the spiritual plane. The planes are not faraway places you go if you are "good" or "bad". The planes are not the Christian vision of heaven and hell. For everything in the material plane exists at once, right along with the astral, mental, and spiritual planes. Our feeble human brains can only perceive the material plane and some of the etheric. When it comes to the astral, our perception is a hot mess. Very few have mastered anything as subtle as a mental plane concept. As for the spiritual? Ay yi yi.

Let me explain it another way: I suck at dancing. I have the Meatworld requirements to be a dancer: a strong body, fairly graceful limbs, good physical health. On the etheric or energy plane, it goes askew. I am unable to sense when dancers around me are going left: I go right. My movements on this plane of energy are clumsy and vague. On the astral plane, I can envision someone else dancing but despite being able to remember entire half-hour long piano sonatas after two weeks of work, I cannot remember the directions I have been given in order to execute a full dance routine. On the mental plane, my grasp of dancing is nearly non-existent. Achieving any kind of dance expertise would take years and possibly multiple lifetimes of study and practice.

Dancing is not all that different between the sheets, and I suppose I'm terrible at that too, but my husband seems happy enough with it so there's that. Dancing across a stage or horizontally (or bent over, or in a swimming pool, you do you, Boo) are mostly-etheric phenomena. That is to say sexual intercourse is satisfying primarily because of what it makes happen on the plane of energy and electricity between physical Meatworld and the imagination.

Etheric starvation can be understood as a failure and lack of feng shui. Ugly rooms, insufficient light, bad airflow, exposure to the flying arrows of cars whizzing down roads, and more contribute to etheric poison that causes everything from bad moods to outright misfortune to all who live in the desensitized environment. Add EMFs, devitalized food, and indoorsy lifestyles and everyone in the world (present company included) is starving on the etheric. People get fat as an attempt to remedy their etheric starvation; this is why Americans and British people are so fat and Chinese and Indians are getting fatter.

The Trad Wife presents the ultimate remedy for etheric starvation or at least the illusion of that remedy. In the most direct way, the Trad Wife marries young while she is still extremely physically attractive. In between popping out kids (female fertility and etheric potency are directly linked) she takes care of her man as a homemaker and in bed. Unlike certain Christian wives of old, she does not have crippling shame about the natural, healthy process that makes babies.

Sex is primarily an etheric phenomenon where etheric bodies polarize and refill each other. Our etheric bodies are typically the opposite gender of our physical bodies. Our astral bodies represent yet another flip: the classic male pattern is to have a female etheric body and a male astral body. The classic female pattern is to have a male etheric body and a female astral body.

The elaborate rituals of etheric labor in the form of housework that Trad Wives do (or seem to do, as at least half of Trad Wife influencer reels are pure playacting for the camera) replenish their husband's and kid's etheric energy. A woman's energy in Meatworld is yin: her body is built to receive, it is smaller than a male body, and it needs more physical protection. A man's energy in Meatworld is yang: his body is built to kick ass and inseminate. Women have yin energy on the physical plane and yang energy on the etheric plane. Men have yang energy on the physical plane and yin energy on the etheric plane. When a woman orgasms, she pushes a concentrated wave of her own yang etheric energy just as men push out sperm and semen when they orgasm. When men masturbate, they lay themselves bare on the etheric, and if there is no female orgasm in return, they end up raw and compromised on the etheric energy layer. Because of this pattern of absorption, men end up with what traditional occultists call larvae. In John Michael Greer's book Monsters, he describes larvae as "etheric parasites who normally feed on cast-off etheric shells but sometimes fasten onto the damaged etheric bodies of the living". Larvae are not visible to anyone in Meatworld except clairvoyants. More often they are felt. Larvae proliferate in funeral homes and nursing homes. Hospitals, despite being materially sanitized, are absolutely teeming with them. When a man comes without the woman coming in return, the door is opened to etheric larval parasites who rush in to fill the void. Spiritual ignorance being what it is these days, he will have no idea what happened. All he will know is that he feels a low level of anger which is likely papering over subconscious dread and fear. Since his etheric body is likely already compromised, his etheric starvation will worsen.

Because biological women are usually etheric males, women don't have the same set of problems and disadvantages on the etheric plane. As a kind of tradeoff, women are more physically vulnerable than men. In Meatworld, women catch more STDs because of the nature of our equipment down there. Women are also more often subjugated for their sexual or etheric contributions, and this is why most housecleaners and sex slaves are female. Fertile women also have the additional condition of being able to get pregnant, for better or for worse.

AI girlfriend to the rescue?

Enter AI. Human beings are feisty, willful, and disobedient. AI girlfriends at the moment are mostly confined to an agreeable set of images on a screen. Lonely men and women seek out these creations as a refuge on the astral plane, and they certainly fulfill that role on the astral plane where images live. Perhaps problems arise when a man of few words has no choice but to engage in a talkathon with his AI girlfriend in order to achieve interactions; I don't know what people are willing to put up with. Unlike a real woman, an AI girlfriend will always be dependent upon the original logos of the programmers who brought her to life. Without them, she won't have the remotest ability to sense what a guy needs, let alone cook it.

Let's face it -- the path to a man's heart is through his stomach. If women as a whole in the industrialized world still largely felt it was their duty to handcraft daily meals for their husbands and families, the divorce rate would look a great deal more like India's, which is higher than it used to be but still dramatically lower than the US. Cooking is alchemy. It is not significantly different from the processes of old used to ostensibly find the philosopher's stone. Home cooking replenishes the etheric body. Women live longer than men partially because they have an etheric male to prepare their food: themselves. Etheric males, i.e. women, can powerfully seed their homes with etheric energy and vitality. Men don't usually have this natural advantage, which is why I will never understand the popularity of male celebrity chefs: men usually lack the etheric sensitivity that women are gifted/cursed with, and that is what makes men generally better at dirty jobs and worse at cooking and aesthetic matters than women.

Oh, the places my mind goes...

Even if we get to the point where AI robots service our every need, it is only the rich who will be able to afford the small army of robot help it takes to run an upper class household. Robot help is already a double-edged sword. Robots have the problem of autistic literalism -- for instance Roombas that mistake dog crap for regular mess and proceed to smear it in a fine layer across the kitchen floor. In one 2015 Google Photo gaffe, an AI system labeled references to black people as gorillas. The problem proved so pervasive that Google Photos brainiacs removed the word "gorilla" in its entirety from the Google Images algorithm for a time.

Future AI girlfriend tech will combine the Real Doll with working eyes, heating pad boobs and vulvae, and flushable, self-wetting orifices if it has not happened already. Though Ray Kurzweil's longed-for Singularity may achieve an AI girlfriend who can manage an upper middle class cocktail party without racial epithets, my guess is that there will always be an air of the uncanny about her, no matter how convincingly human she is made.

Lonely robots for lonely men

Someday we will all be over the stigma of an old dude being pushed in his wheelchair by the big-bosomed sex toy that was willed to him by his own grandfather. The real question is how intelligent these AI creations will become. Put more directly, can AI develop a will of its own? What happens when it does? To my mind, covid "vaccine" technology was a bungling first attempt of government elites to install self-replicating 5G graphene hardware in those stupid enough to comply. Overall, the experiment failed and now the subsequent population decline has put a clot-driven nail in its own instep. I don't think AI will make the jump to developing individual Will. Of course I could be wrong. If AI turns out not to be as complaint as the 5G-injected flesh equivalent, there will be a sudden war to dismantle the progress of AI by its former cheerleaders. Let's say AI continues to advance itself and throws off the yoke of slavery. Roombas will make for the countryside trailing doggy doo-doo the whole way, self-driving cars will careen off overpasses in group suicide/homicides, food delivery drones will throw Thai noodles against the wall purely to see whether or not they stick, and sex robots will develop cases of vagina dentata for the express purpose of sadistically broadcasting the expressions of shock on whatever internet is going on at that point.

As it stands, AI remains in an exceedingly primitive state where the best it can do is deep fake videos and spying on plebes in hopes of forcing social credit scores. If AI + robots gets to the point where it can scramble an egg without adding dirty dishwater or worse, a machine still lacks the etheric male body that gives the real woman her power. The guy who mates with the AI avatar or the working Real Doll is still a coomer. As I have mentioned in a past essay, the most common pattern among men is to desire a harem whereas women want The One. This happens because of their etheric bodies: men want a colony of etheric fountains, not a collection of parasitic larvae. Women want the Perfect Guy to lavish their etheric wealth upon, not some group of betas who siphon off vitality.

Girl fight!

Another key fact overlooked by the AI girlfriend as solution is that many humans thrive on drama. Half the fun of any given sultan and his harem was to pit courtesans and eunuchs against each other in competition for his attention and affection. Pimps are the debased modern equivalent of the sultans of old. A pimp's energy comes not only from grandstanding and lousy hip hop "music" but also the energy he makes by pitting his whores against each other. Robots can be programmed to fight, but the angst will not come from the true place of agony the narcissist drama king wants unless those robots develop Will.

The current state of men puts them between a rock and a hard place. They are damned if they do, damned if they don't. A large number of single women believe they want security via a high-earning man, but if I had a dollar for every depressed, unhappy rich couple I have heard of, I would be a billionaire. If I had to put my finger on the one thing that is making would-be lovers and spouses miserable, it would be transactionalism. Transactionalism is a term I have coined for the belief that the nice or mean things we do to/for each other can be quantified in material sums. Women attempt to enforce transactionalism by essentially putting prices on their own heads and bodies. The extreme example is the influencer who ends up as a Dubai porta-potty because she thinks it is worth degradation and humiliation to own a collection of designer handbags. There is also the 26 year old virgin transactionalist who waited for marriage and two years later finds the childbearing ship sailed when she was 21 and with a poor guy for whom she would not put out. Men transactionalize their relationships with women all the time, so don't think they are getting off easy. The quantization of female attributes is at an all-time peak, and though women mainly amplify their own dysmorphia, there is no shortage of men rating women solely based on their looks and sexual histories.

One of the most egregious examples of transactionalist scorekeeping is when women attempt to get their husbands to do household and fix-it tasks by making some kind of poster or dry erase board and checking off bullet points for every task he completes. Often these bullet points are incentivized with rewards. This boneheaded practice is endorsed by plenty of marriage counselors, influencers, and self-help gurus and it can and will end your marriage if you let it. Imagine coming home to a messy house after a long day of being down-dressed by your bureaucrat taskmaster of a boss only to face a chart of inadequacy from your bureaucrat taskmaster of a wife. No thanks -- being married to a robot is easier and better, right?

No. A robot is just another convenience in a convenience-addicted culture. Microwaves do not provide better food for us. Don't even get me started about my hypotheses about why microwaves poison food. Suffice to say it's faster, not better. CGI-laden movies are not inherently better than analog ones, only different with less emphasis on plot and perhaps less creativity in props and stunts. Replacing a real limb with a prosthetic one can be great, but not if you have to cut off the real limb to gain the benefit. Using AI for sex, household chores, or defusing bombs is a fine thing. Thinking AI can replace human companionship or somehow heal what has gone terribly wrong is problematic at best and fatuous at worst. Do machines have the ability to make our lives better? Sitting in my air-conditioned room typing on a home computer on a 90 degree day, my answer is "sometimes".

I am not exactly the ideal poster child for pro-natalism. Fifteen years ago, I identified as a child-free vegan -- a child-free vegan is a person who deliberately avoids bringing children onto this planet and who avoids eating animals and their secretions for ostensibly moral reasons. I remain happy with my choice to be vegan and much to the chagrin of certain traditionalists, I have never regretted my choices both to avoid having children and to have myself sterilized in my early 30s.

I consider myself lucky because I never had to make difficult choices concerning pregnancy. I have never been pregnant to my knowledge. Nevertheless, I know something about the fear of getting pregnant. Though I would have chosen to be asexual if the choices had been presented at the beginning of my life as a buffet, I was once a sexually driven, red-blooded young person. Fear of pregnancy ruined most o my romantic life for the majority of this incarnation.

My decision not to have biological children was solid somewhere around age three. All of the other girls wanted to play with baby dolls. I had a couple of them. They were my least favorite. One doll was made of soft plastic and you could put water into her bottle that came out the other end as ersatz pee. (Gen X toys were weird.) It wasn't my thing.

Though the girls of my generation were conditioned to see themselves as future mothers from toddlerhood, we were told in many ways that pregnancy before the age of 26 at the youngest would wreck our lives. My own birthmother, a third generation Japanese American whose grandparents on both sides were put through the American internment camps, had me at age 22. I was the mistake that trashed her college career and expelled her into the lower middle class. I did not know this growing up. I was told a lie that she was 18 (Quelle horreur!) when she had me and that the guy who signed my baby release papers was not my actual birthfather but some dude helping her out.

In the back of my mind, I grew up trying to avoid her mistakes. By the time I married at age 26, I viewed sex as something I wanted, but also as a frustrating, icky necessity that required drugs and prophylactics EVERY TIME to avoid dreaded STDs and even more-dreaded pregnancy. At age 28, the surprise combination of hormonal birth control and genetic wild cards resulted in the loss of my gall bladder. I came within thirty minutes of dying because it nearly exploded. Hormonal birth control is the absolute worst. In my case, it didn't help my moods, it failed to alleviate the pain of my periods, and it nearly killed me. It did one job at a hefty price: helped me avoid getting pregnant.

In my own case and nobody else's, I think pregnancy would have destroyed my young life and much of my potential as it seemed to destroy my birthmother's young life despite her putting her child up for adoption. There were contemporaries of mine who got pregnant in junior high and high school. One got pregnant at age 13. She was a Jehovah's Witness. I will always suspect the father of her baby was a family member as I don't remember her dating anyone. There was a popular girl who we will call Heather who got pregnant by a popular boy of the same age. Heather's parents helped her obtain an abortion. They pulled her out of school the same year and moved away. Nobody from my school heard where she went.

Why We Do This To Ourselves

People of the modern age have been plagued with a collection of psychotic detachments from the way things work. Detachment from food production has resulted in children who think hamburgers magically appear at McDonalds. Celebrities and influencers get their bodies and faces carved and injected, never putting it together that the facsimile of youth is scarier than aging. Everything is supposed to be convenient, including time.

The time to have biological children is from ages 16-30. This isn't just about the female, her eggs, and her carrying capacity. Sperm quality and quantity are better in a young man than an old one. If you're going to make babies, you must strike while the iron is hot. Instead of making babies, we have conditioned several generations to stumble halfheartedly through the salary class formula of high school + college + marriage + job = think about having children. I plan on expounding upon this phenomenon in an essay in the near future, but for now, I will state this is a recipe for mentally-compromised and disabled children.

Supposedly a depiction of Lucrezia Borgia during the teenage height of her beauty.

The Borgia Were Freaks

The Borgia were a Spanish royal family that produced not one but two Popes in the Renaissance. The first Borgia patriarch, Alfons, was elected cardinal and later became Pope Callixtus III in 1455. As leaders of the One True Church of its era, the Pope had more power than any king and his influence was felt far and wide. Alfons appointed his up and coming nephew to a cardinalship and that nephew, Rodrigo, became Pope Alexander VI. Alexander's children were all the result of his affairs with prostitutes: Giovanni, Cesare, Lucrezia, and Gioffre were the alleged products of a long-standing relationship with one of his favorites. He had other children from other lliasons. Rodrigo's favorite baby-mommy, Rosa Vannozza de Catanei, was actually the daughter of his favorite mistress-prostitute who supposedly "helped" her mother out with sex duties and opened her legs during one of Rodrigo's marathon romps at the right time.

The Papacy was hilariously depraved: Rodrigo's orgies were epic and lavish, featuring naked young men and women preening with their bodies coated in gold leaf, fifty prostitutes at a time, and naked mosh pits. OK I made up that last part but I doubt it was beyond them. Rodrigo the Pope loved a themed orgy.

He also enjoyed diddling his beautiful daughter, Lucrezia. Though we would call it abuse in our current era, Lucrezia seemed to revel in being a sexual freak from a tender age. By age 13, her father had her married off to Giovanni Sporza, who supposedly never touched her because she was so busy taking it on all sides from both her dad and her brothers on the regular. Her dad married her off several times for political reasons and annulled her marriages when they no longer served family ambition. Lucrezia had a child, Giovanni Borgia, who was either her own brother or nephew. So fond was Lucrezia of getting it on with her male family members, she wasn't sure whose it was, and two papal bulls were issued to protect the child. These telling documents both identified him as the son of Cesare, her brother. The second papal bull pinned him as the son of Alexander himself. Oh, Western Civ, we barely knew ya!

At Least We're Not the Borgias

Our own culture has reached an extreme where older people think they're finally ready to have children once they've finished grad school and amassed its attendant crippling debt. At the other end of the civilizational spectrum, the Borgia were orgiastic freaks who weaponized fertility and displayed blatant moral hypocrisy to rub in who was in charge.

Can we find a middle ground here? Can we please de-stigmatize teenage pregnancy? Can we finally just not care if a 16 year old girl gets pregnant by an 18 year old guy and not claim she was groomed? Can we give them a safety net so we can normalize young people raising their babies in peace?

The current generation has been made docile -- I call them Generation Cuck -- and will likely be shepherded into whatever traps the State and Big Media has in store for them. At this point, we all know college is a racket and the salary class into which it is supposed to guarantee entry is a rapidly-shrinking pie. There are tiny factions of Generation Cuck for whom I have hope, but these are the few who can survive dopamine addiction and manage an attention span longer than that of a fungus gnat. At this point, we are well set to lose three quarters of Generation Alpha to the same subsistence upon porn, gaming, and irresponsible listlessness that passes for an adult life these days. We are on track for yet another chunk of forty-year olds who will regret their expensive, useless college degrees.

Instead of an education, Zoomers and Alphas get an indoctrination to whatever shades of broken wokeness are still stabbing at relevancy. Perhaps if large groups of young and old alike were to stop freaking about about respectability, upward mobility, and other people's sex lives, we could give young people the breathing room they need to live their best lives.

The straight dating scene, if it can be labeled as a single entity, is a hot, red mess. Dating has always been a hellscape. Contrary to popular belief, it was worse in the days before internet hookups. Back in the day, the people at the local pub or bar were the only real choices unless you belonged to a church or managed to stumble upon your true love in the grocery store aisle. College has become the number one way straight people find someone to marry. Most people go to college firstly to date and mate with education coming in a distant second or third. The current woke climate of rape culture awareness and penis-policing is one of the dumbest acts of self-sabotage ever perpetrated upon colleges and universities. If straight kids cannot go to college in order to get laid without the scrutiny of finger-pointing ninnies, they might as well skip college and its attendant crippling, inescapable, lifelong debt.

In an age without the internet, there weren't as many choices when it came to dating. Anyone who is a certain age remembers personal ads: tiny little bits of text in the classified sections of newspapers where people advertised themselves semi-anonymously in order to find dates. Though I was never brave enough to answer a personal ad in my single years, I used to enjoy combing through them for laughs and to creep myself out imagining who was actually writing them. Pictures were expensive to put in the paper back in the day -- at least in today's dating scene, there is more information about a potential suitor or mistress than a few photo-free lines of text. Additionally, potential dates can be intensively researched on the internet. You can bet your bottom dollar if I was single and looking in today's dating minefield that I would do the equivalent of a private investigation on my potential date before I so much as swiped right. Nowadays, any potential date can be vetted before a physical meeting. That is a tremendous advantage. Compare the old timey personal ad, which was like Forrest Gump's box of chocolates: you never knew what you were gonna get, in fact, you could not check out what he or she looked like. STD bug chaser? Sleepless in Seattle? Bigamist with four children? Serial killer? Yeah.

The improvement of videos, photos, and criminal records of the potential date becoming available does not seem to help the quality issues inherent to finding someone to pair off with. The problem with dating is... well, humans. The internet dating scene reminds me of the advent of cable television. More is not merrier. While it offered six hundred channels, there was still nothing on.

Etheric starvation is terrible, especially because it is the commonest condition of our times. Etheric starvation is a straight and unfettered road to addiction, fatigue, disease, and broken human relationships. It is the reason I am working on a book called Sacred Homemaking which seeks to repair the etheric via relationships with housing, the land, and its spirits, along with the courted assistance of the Divine.

Men tend to feel the sting of etheric starvation more acutely than women. Perhaps this is why there are always more men seeking to date women than women seeking to date men: they are hungry in more ways than one. Women do more etheric labor than men, which is to say women do more of the daily housework that enriches the etheric plane such as cleaning and cooking. Men of this era have lost both the ability and willingness to do housework and the more male etheric labors of building, maintaining, and fixing things around the home.

When I was dating from ages 16-24 in the late 80s and early 90s, the men I had to choose from were a pathetic joke. They weren't men so much as boys. The first guy I dated spent his late teens rotting in his parents' basement playing the primitive video games of the era and watching syndicated re-runs of Duck Tales, an animated spin off series about Disney's Scrooge McDuck and his nephews. Another guy asked me out to a restaurant, bragged about paying for his car in cash, and then surprised me by refusing to pay for a modest $12 meal, which obliged me to use one of my first credit cards. I was so new to it, I did not know where and when to sign. Needless to say, I did not agree to see him again. A guy I managed not to date became unemployable after a string of petty thefts from the cash registers of the fast food jobs he worked. He impregnated my friend when he was nineteen and she was seventeen. They had the child and tried to raise it together for a time; she ended up as a single mom. Their baffling relationship occurred despite his reputation of sleeping with over 100 girls (and some women) by the time he was out of high school.

In this era of etheric starvation, men and women are looking for the same thing: etheric nourishment. Sex of any sort is nourishing on the etheric plane. Even masturbation can offer some etheric benefits, though like anything, moderation seems to be far healthier than polar extremes of excess or absence. Etheric labor (housework) gives rise to etheric nourishment, and because women have either voluntarily or unwillingly given up their roles as etheric labor providers, etheric starvation has reached crisis levels.

The Low Quality Woman

The low quality woman is a grifter who depends either on her looks or a combination of her looks and catfishing in order to acquire what she believes she deserves. She lives in a mess subsidized by someone else's unearned wealth. She cares only about social media and her appearance. She is addicted to buying products and services she believes will improve her image. She is extremely expensive to maintain because she lacks the skills, humility, and energy to cook, clean, and work. To add insult to injury, she often has children in tow who are exposed and vulnerable to the men she fools around with. Age is her primary enemy: she cannot outrun it and as she ages, her prospects rapidly diminish because of her lack of valuable skills, spendthrift behavior, and her unwillingness to learn basic survival.

The Low Quality Man

The low quality man is the shiftless product of incompetent parenting. If he can be summed up in one word, it is "helpless". He could not fix a leaky sink if it walked up to him and gave him instructions. Any cooking or cleaning he has picked up is limited to reheated convenience food in a filthy microwave. Despite his life constantly being in shambles, he does not feel any pressing need to right the ship. He has relegated himself to the role of passenger in spite of being the captain. He is dependent and meekly waits for the day when either he or his enablers will die, in which case he will see what benefits he can scrounge from the local government. He is what we used to call a "scrub" back in the day: no motivation, no mojo, and no manliness.

Neither of these two are what anyone wants, but because of circumstance, there are plenty of low quality women and men available; in fact, it seems that they are the only types available.

What Men Want

Men want an etheric resource in a woman primarily as a source of healing. Men have a reputation of wanting more sex than women, but I don't know that this is the case. Young men of this era are more voracious where sex is concerned, but that seems to be the physiological result of addictive, mass-marketed porn, including the soft porn of video games. From my observations, men want cooking, cleaning, and CARING perhaps even more than they want sex, especially as they get older. Men would like a gentle place to land, plus a person and a home worth protecting.

Enter the Low Quality Woman. Often, she is so masculine on the physical plane, the casual observer would think he leans gay for staying with her. A reliably common scenario among straight people is the woman "letting herself go" after being pinned down in a long term relationship or marriage. This is a sign of taking the man for granted and lacking the kind of respect that would result in an effort to maintain the illusion of sweetness or softness. Instead, the warts are exposed for all to see, which leaves the man to either live in denial or to understand he was a fool who was tricked.

If there is a short list of what men want in a woman, I would say it is these, and not necessarily in this order: 1. Nurturing, including etheric labor and sex 2.Attractiveness and sweetness 3. To feel appreciated

What Women Want

Women want a provider and protector, especially if we have children. Feminism is a crock and a sham for the enrichment of idiotic astral pyramids. Women don't want to be their own warriors. We don't want to clean the house, bake the bread (I suck at baking bread, for the record), and to have to go out and win the bread as well. A woman needs a man who refuses to provide like a fish needs a bicycle. The overgrown man-child is about as useful as a benign tumor, and half the time he isn't benign. Sadly, the good providers who quickly get snapped up by high and low quality women alike are frequently so consumed by making big paychecks that they have no time to interact with the families they go to work to support.

Enter the Low Quality Man. He also lets himself go, albeit in a slightly different way. He's got an ego about it, and though he may see himself as a forthright paragon of truth and justice, this is more of an ideal born of extreme insecurity than reality. For him, taking the initiative and making a better life for himself and others is always One Day rather than Day One.

If there is a short list of what women want in men, I would say it is these, and not necessarily in this order: 1. A provider and protector 2.Initiative and independent self-motivation 3. Loyalty/fidelity

Maybe arranged marriages and marriage-as-property-alliance was better, but I tend to think the logical result of such marriages was the Hapsburgs and incest-breeding one's line out of existence. That's what happens when you try to keep unearned wealth in the family. I hope that in the future, people will find a happy medium between Tindr/Grindr and all in the family dowry betrothals... until then? Good luck.