Pyromantic

Love, Fire, Steak, and Warm Nuts on Your Chin

Warming Your Balls

Ahoy down there, cocksplat! Did ye seek out and find thy promised land out yonder?

But hol(e)d, dock thy ship in my bay

(Oof, that was pretty gay)

and make haste to the castle. I cannot hear ye over the storm nor the roar of the waves, and long to listen to thy tales of anchors and wankers.

Well, that was quick. But then everything is instant in the theater of the mind, huh? Including having what you want. Like an audience with your god-king, near a large hearth, with fur rugs padding the cold floors, and a vivifying fire to warm your balls. Lost them in the frigid winds, didn’t you?

Last week, I taught you about anchors. How to forge them and how to use them, so that you can still yourself in the tumultuous tides of the astral seas. But what I haven’t really told you, still to this day, is much about the fire that smelted the metals for your anchor.

Ah, ah, keep your clothes on. You don’t just skip to the dicking. There’s a whole song and dance to the act of seduction. First, there’s the talking, which leads to the charming. Then, it’s the flirtation escalating to touch and then to sexual tension. It’s only once she’s imagined you railing her brains out in her head that you seal the deal for real. Because once you command her imagination, she is yours fully. The physical, after all, is the energetically dead, as we have said so many times before.

Fire is both a generative and destructive force. Harnessed by the will of man, it is life-giving, life-preserving. It gives us warmth, it gives us light. The darkness flees the dancing flame, bacteria and filth are seared away, predators are wary of its sight, for they recognize its power as a warning sign. It exists on its own, it can be conjured and manipulated, it breathes and expands, whether of its own accord or by an act of our will. Mastery of fire is still the crowning achievement of man.

But as with any form of power, it can harm the haphazard wielder. Creation is merely a face of destruction. When you fail to see the destructive face, it strikes you unaware and bites you on the dick. I don’t want you to be bitten by the flames, dear reader. I don’t want you to be a cockless eunuch. It’s bad enough you’re already a cuck. That’s why I’m here to teach you.

When I speak of fire, I speak of nothing less than imagination. It’s perhaps the most powerful tool God has granted us. Whatever you can imagine, you can make true. Like with a woman, to command your imagination is to make your life fully yours.

I’m going to teach you what imagination truly is. I’m going to teach you how to command it.

You’ve come to me seeking fire. Well, Ping-Ting, because you have come, I shall give you fire.

Holy Shit, We’re High

As we sing our song of fire, friends, I want to make something very clear. Gather round the hearth and listen like a bat.

Understanding imagination is really quite simple. You know what that means, don’t you? Go ahead. Say it.

Simple is not always easy.

Very good. You used to be a dumbass, now you’re just an ass. You’re growing.

Put simply, imagination is perception. All that you perceive is by way of imagination. We’re all basically high. The drug is life, and we’re having one hell of a hallucination. If you can imagine it, it is real on some level. Remember that in this game of life, you can’t imagine anything outside the game.

B-b-but David, I imagined a goth baddie stepping on my scrotum and it wasn’t real. It was only in my stupid little brain.

Thanks for being my ever-shining example of retardation, Ping-Ting. You’re half-correct. Which means you’re half-wrong. We don’t do halfsies here, so you’re actually just wrong.

What you see in your stupid little brain (your words, not mine) is indeed your imagination, but you don’t understand that your stupid little brain is a lot bigger than just the vacuous space between your ears. Even the things you see with your eyeballs are made perceivable by way of your imagination.

It probably sounds like I’m saying fire is merely an illuminating force. Which means you’re probably thinking about how, early on, I gave you a lantern. And that the flame inside the lantern is your attention, which lights your path.

It does illuminate and the two are closely related. It’s true, it’s true. To put your attention on something is to realize it, which is to say make it real to you. Like your tiny peener, for instance.

But to shine your attention on something is yet different than to fully draw it into the fires of imagination. The flame of the lantern is but a cinder compared to the primordial fire we harness. We are Bronze Age badasses with forges and torches and flaming arrows and burning hot loins. Our fire is much more than a light source.

Look into the hearth and stare into the fire. Hear its crackle. Ignore everything else but the fire and your own breath. Watch as the room recedes. Watch as your breath synchronizes with the fire’s. Watch as sound and vision spring to life from the fire itself.

The imagination generates, often of its own accord. Attention merely makes known. Until the imagination generates it, it is not yet real. Imagine it like a permeable wall, where the unborn crosses the threshold from unrealized idealization into the scorching realm of being. Imagination is why we are described as being made in the image of God.

Now, let me stop you. I can see you’re about to cream your pants in confusion.

“Am I making the imagined stuff or just imagining what’s already there?!”

Ping-Ting came for fire. Fire, David gave.

No, I will not elaborate.

You don’t have to fully understand this. It doesn’t matter in the practical sense. Do I seem like a guy who likes to play with Play-Doh? I could give an ass’s rat about philosophy.

Take it from a retard who strives to be an even bigger retard, it’s enough to know that brand new things enter the imagination, and that imagination permeates the physical, mental, and spiritual planes of our existence. What you see outside your head is your imagination. What you see inside your head is imagination. And what you see in your heart? You got it. Even your love of butt stuff is imagined.

This is why your anchor is such a useful little tool and why it is the imagination that creates it. If all is imagined, then running that flame consistently cooks up a nice little meal for you to enjoy, if only you’ll cook it long enough.

Unfortunately, the same fire that generates can burn. Destroy. Kind of like love.

Take for instance my peach. Against my better wishes, I have come to love her so. And now I’ve made stupid little promises like making her my queen, knowing full well I cannot commit to just one woman. I love them all, even if I love some more than others. But she won’t have it. She’s already threatened to stab me once.

Your god-king is trapped in a fire. Please send help.

First Man

I actually have to level with you, my loyal subject. You are the help. My peach, bless her lovely plump ass, doesn’t know we’re here right now, so let’s keep it that way. You are correct, I have brought you here as a human shield. You are in as much danger as I am.

Take heart, though. This is an interactive lesson. You’re learning about the dangerous side of fire. This is why it doesn’t pay to be an arsonist, Pingy-Tingy.

But enough of my problems, we’ve got your micro-wiener to worry about.

I’m sure you caught it before because you’re such a smartass, but that whole thing about the permeable wall and what comes from beyond it? Also imagination. Think of what’s beyond that wall as God’s imagination, and that wall is the boundary where yours meets His.

The reason fully understanding this doesn’t matter is because the point is not to crank our hogs over intellectual concepts. Could you imagine?

“Oh fuck. Fuck, Jagger. You’re so smart and your brain is so big. I’m gonna... I’m gonn—OH!”

Mucho gay. No way, Rosé.

The point is to make you realize the Black Cube has been resting his nuts on your chin. Which is to say, he’s been limiting the scope of how you see your world. The Cube cannot create. It can only work within the confines of the created.

Consider this. You are the first man to walk God’s green Earth. There’s no one but you, Adam. All your life, you only know yourself and God. You’re wandering Eden, naming animals and shit, having a blessed old time. Although, there’s something missing. This longing for something, you’re not quite sure what. Then, one day God yanks your rib from your side and gives you a fine piece of untainted puss that is yours for the taking.

Holy shit. Holy shit, Eve. You’re so fucking hot!

You didn’t know you had this fire in your loins for Eve, but it was always there.

This is the generative aspect of the imagination. This is the permeable wall. Your perception of Eden was your imagination and it was all real, but then God came and delivered you something brand new through the wall you couldn’t have known or imagined before. Yet it was still always real and always there. Just unrealized.

What enters the imagination this way is always Divine. It is the channel by which God grants His gifts. First, He moves you, then He shows you, and when you say yes, He gives it to you.

He gives you hunger, then the recipe, and you must use your fire to cook it. Cooking is where the fire also becomes dangerous. It’s where we can misuse it.

While what enters the imagination from outside the permeable wall is Divine, some of what seems to be Divinely-inspired may very well not be. These so-called “inspirations” are, like the Black Cube, fixated on what already exists, but try to pass themselves off as new and original. Like the toddler who tapes a stick to a gun and says he’s invented a stick-gun. Real talented kid you got there, Becky. You ought to have him tested. I’m sure he’ll be the next John Moses Browning.

The Divine does not exist in our imagination until it crosses the permeable wall. What is Divinely-inspired does not come from us striving or doing or trying to invent something new. It comes from having an open heart to the Lord Himself and following His direction. When the master chef tells you what to do next, you do exactly that. You don’t start adding duck sauce when he said to use lamb sauce. Your little twist you think is so clever is more like a twist of the dick.

Even worse than your little twists of the ego, some “inspiration” comes from the Enemy. How do you know it’s from the Enemy? There are two characteristics: it’s rooted in the material, and has a deleterious rather than generative aspect. In other words, it comes from within our imagination, it doesn’t come from God’s. Another tell is when you think you’re being clever, convincing yourself you’ve come up with such an intelligent little idea on your own, despite knowing better.

Take for instance when the serpent tempted that fine piece of Divine ass, Eve. She allowed the serpent to get into her head, fill her imagination with all the wonders of the Tree of Knowledge, and convince her to eat the apple. Look where that led. Right to intellectualizing over all the shit that exists and had existed without troubling us before.

Oh no, I’ve realized I have a massive dong and need to hide it from God. As if He didn’t already know what a fantastic cock He created for me. All this led to me fearing for my life from a woman with a knife. A woman who loves me. So much it hurts. Literally. If that’s not an example of how the imaginal fires can burn out of control, I don’t know what is.

Thanks a lot, Eve.

Fire That Burns

Your fire comes from the First Fire. The Eternal Fire. It is by fire that God communicates with you. He gives you a spark and, from there, it is yours to command. Let it die or nurture the flame.

That spark is the inspiration. You command it either by holding and growing it in the imagination, or by letting it fade away. When we hold something in the imagination long enough, it can’t help but become what we would call “real.” This is why the goth baddie only squashed your scrot in your brain. You didn’t imagine her squashing it long enough.

Everything takes place in your imagination, dear reader. This might disturb you, but it should also comfort you. It means that you only have a micro-dick by way of imagination. You cannot see the underlying reality, only your hallucinations of it. This is why the imagination is so powerful. Hallucinations can affect hallucinations.

The Divine spark comes from the spiritual layer to the mental, and after being held in the mental, it moves to the physical. Remember how we crafted your anchor to evoke a feeling? To keep your vessel still on the raging waters of the astral seas? This is because if you feel like Big Dick David long enough and imagine yourself to truly be him, something of that is going to erect itself in our material sphere of existence. Just make sure you erect yourself feeling like me, not thinking about me.

An important aspect to remember is that fire burns, even when used for good. What comes from beyond the permeable wall is always perfect, but it is first seared upon breaching the wall in the mental sphere, and then further as you cook it. Don’t get too heated during the cooking, pyro. Steak is best cooked medium-rare. Doing more than is necessary creates problems. Cook for as long as you need to, then yank it off the grill and let it set. If you cook my steak well-done, I’m slapping you with it. It’s practically rubber at that point.

Understand also that things will always unfold differently in each sphere of existence. This is simply the way it is. Our material existence is furthest downstream. It’s energetically dead. Have no attachment to how the dish comes out materially compared to how you imagined it. Enjoy it for what it is. Which is why, even if you do overcook my steak, I’ll enjoy slapping you with it. Always find ways to self-amuse.

Focusing solely on the material is a fantastic way to make a bad thing worse. The material is already dead and cooked. You trying to turn that rubber steak into a charred-black turd? (If you serve me that, it’s going straight to Uranus.)

Your homework this week is to practice a little cooking. Command that imagination of yours. First, use your attention to notice what pops into that mental space of yours. Are you thinking about your tiny peeny again? Maybe learn to let that go. There’s no reason to hold it in your imagination. It’s a vision from the Enemy. A trick of the Black Cube.

The Cube knows that if you hold images that make you feel fear, worry, doubt, anger, resentment, you will materialize them in some way, shape, or form. The Cube loves the material. The more he ensnares us, the more turned on he gets. Why, he would love nothing more than for us to circle round him, having an intellectual wank before chopping off our manhood upon his altar.

Disgusting.

You will ignore such “inspiration” and instead focus on the things you truly want or are inspired by. When you get some notion in your ocean to go left when experience tells you go right, go left. At the very least, let your imagination go that way. Maybe you turn left and you see this babe unlike any other. She’s Asian, wearing fishnets, and has an ass like a Latina.

Holy shit. Holy shit! Look at that ass, look at those eyes. She so horny. Oh, baby!

You might be missing a rib, but the blood loss is staunched by all the blood rushing to your throbbing man-meat.

Your imagination is not just whimsy, dear reader. The feelings and sensations it evokes are just as powerful as the ones you experience in the flesh. But more importantly, it comes first. It is the most immediate. Everything else happens after.

Now, I think it’s time you leave. I think it’s time we both leave. I imagine my peach walked in at just the point I started fantasizing over the Asian baddie, and I don’t say that simply because I feel a knife to my throat. I say it because she’s asking who that is.

Go now, reader. Go on and practice. Your god-king has gotten out of worse before. But do learn from his example. I did this for you, so you can learn what happens when you let your fire run wild. Tell a woman she will be your queen, and you may get burned. Command your fire, don’t play with it. Most especially, don’t let it play you.

Now, I’m going to turn very slowly. Let’s not do anything drastic with that knife.

And sure enough, it’s my lovely peach. That’s a much bigger knife than before. Let’s put that down now, baby. We don’t need that. Don’t you know?

I love you.