Don't Fear the Cube
Life's a Bitch When You're a Bitch
The Swagger-Killer
My dear, dear reader. You’ve finally returned.
Come here, stand next to me. Not too close, though. That would be gay.
Don’t be alarmed by what I’m about to show you.
Look up in the sky. No, it’s not Superman, cocksplat.
There.
It’s the Black Cube. Look at it.
It’s disgusting.
I hate how it congeals there like a cancerous blot against that heavenly body, our Sun. Look at the parasitic tendrils whipping from its walls, trying to slurp up our kingdom’s vril like some Jezebel-possessed brothel-babe. The good news is that it can only do that...
...if you freak out.
(Ugh. Come on, reader.)
Would you get a grip? Quit hyperventilating.
Okay, maybe I buffed your Spirit Vision too soon, but we talked about this before; awakenings are not fun. Just as the sun rises, so too will the dark night of the soul return. This is why I also gave you a lantern.
We just talked about Polarity last week. Flip the script, why don’t you? Nights are made for spending time with soft women, in warm beds. There’s nothing to take away the fear like a little time under the covers. Lights on or off—that’s up to you. I keep the lantern on.
Facing fear is of the utmost importance. It is the swagger-killer, if you succumb to it. There’s nothing more a bitch hates than a little bitch.
Life too can be a bitch. The biggest bitch of all, if you let it be.
Life and women hate weak men. The more of a bitch you are, the bitchier they get. Life’s bitch-fits come in the form of obstacles. Things get harder, nastier, scarier.
Are you a bitch? Or do you have the swagger like Jagger?
If you ask God for glory, He will send it, but you’ve got to pay postage. There’s no glory in being handed the kingdom’s keys. It’s also no fun. I see all you gaymer boys out there, completing all your in-game challenges. They jack your attention all day. You’ve got a hard-on for hard mode.
If you want to be God’s bestest warrior, you’ve got to take on His challenges. It should be fun. It will be. Once we get you some life-Viagra. We need to get you hard on life. Whip out that wood and slap life’s face with it. It loves the dong.
Black Goo
Fear comes in many shapes and sizes and all kinds of disguises. Much like people.
Sometimes, it looms over you, like a rotund, whalish, purple elf, licking her lips like she’ll devour you. Or, it’s a sweet but shy brunette, with a cute smile. But did you glimpse Hellfire insanity in her eyes? Your balls, horrified, retreat into your stomach. (Perhaps you’re just paranoid. I’m sure she’s not a succubus.)
Sometimes, fear is so visceral your butthole shoots up into your pie hole. That’s the kind everyone knows and thinks of when they hear “fear.” Like when you’re alone in the woods and stumble upon a bear.
Other times, you barely notice it. That cracking twig you thought you heard, but there’s nothing there when you check. You might not even call it fear. But make no mistake, it’s there and it is fear.
At its core, fear is resistance. When you feel that sudden muck, sucking at your feet, you can be sure you’ve wandered into the Black Cube’s swamp of black goo. In your quest to expand the kingdom, it is there to impede your progress.
You will wind up in the swamp. It’s part of the journey. You must, inevitably, come face to face with what you fear. You can only avoid it for so long. Either face it while you have the strength, or wait until you’re out of breath.
Life will offer what you want and what you fear. They’re connected. Bravery is the currency that buys what you want. If you feel fear, then bravery is already present. They’re the same thing, cocksplat, just at different ends of the spectrum. Where are you looking?
You cannot reject fear without rejecting bravery. The only difference between them is action.
The hero does not lack fear. He too is afraid hugging a woman will make him explode in his pants. He is heroic because he hugs despite this. So what if it floods his pants with white water rapids? Tis better to have cum and gone, than to never have cum at all.
Fear is simply bravery in waiting. To succumb to fear is to choose the Black Cube over your Self and God.
Even when your life is at stake, acting from fear is the losing posture. Surviving from it is a life of undeath. You become a walking, talking corpse, and your waking reality becomes a safe and secluded, monotonous Hell.
The man of swagger knows and understands this. He knows fear like he knows a woman.
You should too.
Fear most definitely knows you.
Fear Knot
Every time angels appear in the Bible, they announce their arrival with, “Fear not.”
This is terrible advice. I would have made a far better messenger, but far be it from me to question my Lord’s choices.
Had the angels bothered consulting with me, I’d have set them right. Telling someone not to be afraid is a great way to preempt fear. It’s no wonder God commanded they kneel to us.
Have you read the Biblical descriptions of them? It would have made more sense if they announced “Fear knot” upon arrival. That’s exactly what they inspired. Paralyzing their audience with their terrifying countenance.
Fear knots are what occur when you try to fight fear. All you do is get yourself tangled up. You yank the shoestring the wrong way and it gets tighter, more constricted. You start to feel like you’ll never get this damn shoe off.
Instead of fighting fear, it should be embraced.
It is not something to be rejected. You couldn’t avoid it if you wanted to.
Everyone fears something, dear reader. Even me.
I’m afraid of curvy, goth, Asian baddies, all hot and bothered, who will stop at nothing to sit on my face. Scary. (Oh no, now I will have to face them...)
For you see, fear is the foil to what you want. It is a sign you are taking it too seriously.
At some point you put what you wanted on a pedestal. Do you see what your problem is? You are simping. If not for women, then for whatever goal it is you wish to achieve. You placed it out of reach.
Everything in this life passes. What you fear, what you want, even this current experience that you think is you. Anything you can observe is not you. Even your tiny peepee. Don’t feel so bad about it. The big ones hurt.
Turn your gaze inward. If anything you can observe is not you, then where are you? What are you?
This is where you’ll find the answer, as well as anything you could ever want or need. You expand, while fear contracts. It will never go away entirely, but you act anyway. You put your attention on forward motion. You choose bravery.
Now, take this sledgehammer, lift your fucking feet, and get to mucking through this goo. We’re going to smash that cube.
Snake Charming
The Black Cube is truly a cocksplat cuck.
It has an ever-identifiable form, but can deceive your lying eyes. It shapeshifts to match the situation. Its appearance is relational. When you feel fear, know that the Black Cube is haranguing you. It masquerades as the worst outcome in the most grotesque form possible. It wants you to focus on it.
Whether you fight the fear or collapse in despair before it, you have fallen for its trap. Both feed the Black Cube your vril. In return, it gives you more of what you fear.
The solution is to use Attention, your first key, to acknowledge the fear. That is, the emotion. Not the thoughts and stories about it the Black Cube is shoveling down your cranial gullet.
An emotion comes and goes. It merely wants to be noticed. It is information about the situation.
Imagine you’re trapped in a confined space with a hostile cobra. He wants you dead, and you’re not getting out until one of you is incapacitated.
If you reach your nubby hand straight at him, you’ll get bit. Game over. Snake wins, loser. But you’ve got the right idea. You know you need to grab him, so that he can’t bite. With some clever misdirection, you can grab him by the back of his neck. He can no longer bite. Look at you go, you insatiable snake charmer you. (Okay, now give him a kiss.)
In the context of desire, fear just means you’ve pedestalized the want. It means you’re attached to the how. You want to control the unfolding. This is not your domain.
Whatever you want, simply ask. God, the Monad, the Absolute, Life, whatever your stupid brain wants to call our Heavenly Father doesn’t matter, as long as you ask with an open heart. An open heart means accepting that you will get what you want according to His plan. You merely need to play your part and trust that it is unfolding exactly as He designed. Trying to own it aligns you with the Black Cube. Alignment with the Cube is corruption.
Your homework this week is simple: recognize fear.
That’s all.
It’s simple, but not easy. Those moments where you rationalize your truest desires away as wise decision-making are quiet fears, but fears nonetheless.
Why aren’t you dating that stripper? You tell yourself it’s because she’s a basket case. BPD, possibly STDs, debt, and a slew of ex-con boyfriends. She could ruin you, you tell yourself. She’s a total bitch. But from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re the bitch. That’s fear talking. You could totally ruin her. I would never lie to you.
Proficiency in recognizing your fears will boost your swagger to near-Jagger levels. The beautiful part is recognizing them is, alone, enough to reduce them. It’s like the magic trick I showed you with the second key. Psychic distance occurs, almost automatically. Fear becomes distant, giving you room to act. When you act despite fear’s presence, you step into the realm of bravery. Life opens to the brave man.
So, what are you waiting for? Go on. Get at it. That’s fear keeping you on this page.
Se agapó.