Till Kingdom Come
R&R at the Tiddie Tavern (You Deserve It)
Man of the People
My loyal reader.
Come.
Stand with me. Let us watch the dawn in your new kingdom together.
Tell me, what will you do, now that you have ousted Systemus and installed a swagocracy?
Huh? What are you asking me for? It’s your kingdom.
I am heading to the brothels. These are working women and someone needs to pay their bills. I may be your king now, but I am their daddy. Think of me as more of a figurehead than anything. You’re the guy that whispers in my ear. Big Jeezy steers the ship.
Alright, alright. Pipe down. I was merely jestering.
Of course I have more unbelievably wise words for you. I will, as usual, give my precious vril to you because I’m such a selfless guy.
What would you ever do without me?
If you did your homework last week, you should have seen an increase in your faith. You took some kind of action towards the vision of your new life despite feeling doubt.
Maybe this meant speaking up for yourself. Or maybe it meant taking your first-ever trip to the tiddie tavern with the boys.
This is not to say the outcome was positive, dickly speaking. Maybe speaking up caused a conflict. Maybe you creamed your pants the moment a stripper touched you.
The outcome doesn’t matter.
What does matter is that you tried and, more importantly, you are still here. Failure is just the character development you need to better be that guy you know you are.
The beginning of a new age is always a little rough. You’re under new rulership. You’re terraforming the environment to meet the needs of your tree. A sacred tree, placed at the center of your kingdom.
Despite this, changing your king and working hard doesn’t change a thing if your people are not with you.
Everyone thinks top-down is the only model.
You virgins may not know this, but if things work in one direction, they work the other way too. Bottoms aren’t just there. They’re cooperating with the top. It’s a symbiotic relationship. The top may lead the dance, but it takes two to do the horizontal tango.
If the top initiates change but the bottom resists it, you will, at best, reach a stalemate. No change occurs. At worst, it will blow the roof off the place. Say bye bye to the king.
Systemus was the intellectual aspect of your nervous system. The executive piece you can control. Your subjects are the unconscious aspect, the automatic reactions that occur despite your conscious understanding.
The goal now is to help them loosen their sphincter. They’re too uptight. We’ve got to help them relax.
We should take them to the brothels.
Shovels and Hoes
Just because you’ve installed a new leader in your kingdom doesn’t mean the people will fall in line. Even if they want change, they will defy it because they are still patterned after their old king, Nervonius Systemus.
You can remove the cuck from the kingdom, but not the kingdom from the cuck.
Think about yourself prior to learning of the error of Systemus’s ways. Did you realize there was a problem? You may have had a tickling sensation in your nads, but you didn’t squirt until King Jagger waltzed in upon his gleaming, white horse.
The people are no different. They are habitualized to the old ways. The ways of the energetically dead. They don’t know any better.
Your nervous system will always recoil from change and uncertainty. What is certain is safe. Uncertainty implies risk. Risk implies death. Its job is to keep you alive.
Being a man of action and faith is the key to changing the kingdom’s destiny for the better, but left alone presents a trap. Faith that depends on your action is like your nads next to a warm fire. Once the fire dies, your nads shrivel up. Keep chopping that wood, peasants. The fire must go on. The people will be worked till the vril is wrung from the corporeal meat suits they inhabit.
This is fine if you like the idea of getting pegged by parasites forever. Reliance upon your action alone is yet another parasite. Even one of your own creation serves the Black Cube. They all do.
If what you want is to enjoy the fruits of your labor, you need to stop and taste them.
Life is not endless boinking. There are refractory periods. You cum and then you go. The climax is not work. It is release. It’s after the release that you hold your lover in your arms, whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then slip away like a thief into the wee morning hours, her heart in one hand and her panties in the other.
Similarly, you take action and then you release. The faith is not placed upon the action. The action is a prayer. As the J-Man said, “whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.” The faith is placed not upon the action, but upon the Ineffable.
God. Source. Our Father, Who art in Heaven. Big Sky Daddy.
You do what is required of you and trust that the One Most High will meet you the rest of the way. As much as you take action, life does more, closing the gap between the reality you inhabit and the reality that is. You don’t need to control its unfolding, nor be a tyrant to your people.
All you need is to put your people at ease.
Send a messenger to the town square. Notify the brothers to lay down their shovels. Today’s work is finished. We’re heading to the brothel to pick up some hoes. Leave the wrappers behind. God is all the protection we need.
Grinding to Dust
A restless kingdom is a kingdom attached to action.
If you look into the sky, you will see the Black Cube, blotting out the sun. The psychic parasites are doing what they do best.
When they’re not extracting vril from your active efforts, they steal it by denying you your sense of calm and quietude. Instead, you feel guilt. Fear. Saudade. Even frenzy. They are gaslighting you.
Rest after action is necessary. You lifter boys know exactly what I mean. After hypertrophy, you need nourishment and rest for growth. Your psychic kingdom needs the same. To deny yourself that is to hinder your growth.
A song is not merely the beats we play. It is also the silence between them. I loathe to imagine how miserable my life-song would be if it was all work and no women to love. Especially no Asian baddies. I could almost weep.
You must learn to take your rest seriously.
(But not too seriously.)
Most do the opposite. They take work too seriously and treat play as insignificant.
It’s not that this won’t get results. It’s better than being a useless, “woe-is-me” cocksplat, who considers himself a victim of life. It is merely suboptimal. Contingent upon perpetually scrambling to ensure your kingdom’s success. You will eventually grind yourself to dust.
If success comes, it will be ephemeral. If you stop scrambling, so too will your success. You ousted the last king only to repeat his mistakes. So, the cycle repeats.
The root of the problem is simple.
You’re resting on the stump of your old tree.
Remnants of the old you remain. You take action because you feel you are missing something. You have to prove you are who you wish to be. The actions are supposed to complete you. You are forever becoming the new Holy Roman Empire.
The solution is even simpler than the problem. Declare that you are the Holy Roman Empire. Believe that you always were. Act as God’s kingdom does because that’s who you are.
Is He telling you in your heart and soul to be a bitch imitator?
You already know the vision of the kingdom. Act in accordance with it. That’s all. Don’t second guess it. He will let you know if it’s wrong. The vision and action will align accordingly.
You don’t need to keep telling everyone who you are, weirdo. You already hanged the flag. Let them see it. You already know who you are.
Tending to the Bros and the Hoes
During this transition, different realities are vying for existence: Systemus’s legacy, the new HRE, and some twilight in-between.
You are in the twilight. A space between Systemus’s physical creation and your internal kingdom.
Life is expecting you to make love to it. You need to maintain your Holy Roman boner till kingdom cum. If life reaches that moment of orgasmic creation, physical reality shifts.
Rapidly.
It’ll happen in throes and undulations. You’ll notice. You may even smirk, pleased with your performance. But it’s nothing special. The kingdom was already there. You knew this. You were just waiting for the physical world to know it too.
This is why we need to tend to the bros and the hoes of the kingdom. This transition is charting the course. Unless the life you want to live is non-stop work, you must live in accordance with the vision as much as possible. Shift the dial further in its direction as life gives you leeway.
Herein lies your homework.
You know what actions you need to take and you’ve already cultivated some faith. Now, you will take them and practice letting go.
Maybe your goal is a harem of goth baddies. Very admirable, my good man. Very admirable indeed.
Assuming that’s the case, maybe your action is to talk to one. Do it then. Slide into her DMs, send the message, and then forget it.
You don’t need to keep checking if she read it. You don’t need to worry about her responding. It doesn’t even matter if she ignores you. Do you know how many goth baddies there are? Not even I can have them all. Not because I can’t get them, but because I am a limited being.
Life will give you exactly what is yours, as long as you maintain your kingdom. But you need to live the totality of it. Whatever your desired life entails outside of the work should be inhabited too. The man who has does not strive. What is there to strive for?
“Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin… if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you?”
Now, enough talkie. Time for brothel. Have your cake, and make sure your boys get some too.
Olive juice.