THE SACROSANCTNESS OF BEING TOTALLY YIN
OR "MODERN GALS? YOUR YIN LEVEL ain’t up
to the level it’s SUPPOSED to be UP AT!"IN metaphysics as in the physical universe, there are two basic motions observed in atoms. Yang is centripetal, it moves outward, it is about GIVING, GOING FAR…. it is as masculine as a roving electron. Males move far, they eject. They head for infinity, become comets wandering through space. All the good stuff is noisily right on the outside. Like the sun, they shine. WHen they are wise, they circle an ATOM, a NEUTRON, their stable female counterpart. When they get nutty, they run off into space like mad quarks.
The opposite spectrum of matter, YIN, is about being receptive, taking, getting; The yin molecule, ATOM OR NEUTRON, inhales, is centrifugal, its wide bottom densely packed, its gravitation pulling inward, drawing the spinning electron close. The male is in constant motion, always spinning around and toward a nucleus of matter of larger gravitational weight. WOMAN. The female neutron star has inner recesses. She contains hidden, secret, inner mysteries. Volcanic, subterrenean fires, unseen, only suspected. The neutron is female in nature. MANKIND got it allwrong. EARTH is like the woman. The man only spins around her, a dead planet. EARTH men told the mythology that woman was not like a powerful, big volcanic planet. That she was more like the moon. She modestly reflected the sun’s light rather than emitting light of her own. Earth men alleged that was the difference between the sexes. IN TRUTH. WOMAN like PLANET EARTH, does sit on her big butt. But men spin around her day and night.
COMPARING PEOPLE TO SCIENTIFIC, PHYSICAL RULES is probably falling on deaf ears as you who will read this don’t see much Yang or Yin in Husbands, wives, Dads and Moms any more.
The world is a big field of UNISEX wheat blowing in the wind. Transgenic, Factory Gene Modified, hybrid, TERMINATOR seed spawning neither-nor grain and non-nutritive bread, kids who charge music to their IPODS and shoot up schools.
You gotta know it’s the Apocalypse when all that’s out there is terminator seed. God only knows how anything pollinates down here and how a next generation gets born. I’m thinking one day we’ll all be getting our babies from Rumania.
God invented two sexes, utterly distinct in nature. The overthinking tendency of mankind decided to discard that. Why fail to tinker with something that’s old fashioned when it can be new fashioned? So in the interest of taxing TWO sexes instead of just one, having TWO workers per family, not one, we’ll invent Gloria Steinem and call it ‘working women’.
Well, I’ll tell you, Mother Nature and God are not too happy about that. Why? Because it leaves the generation that gets born next, without clear-cut defined mom and dad, Yin and yang roles.
Realize it, most of us girls have had our YIN quotient fooled with by out-of-balance parents. I’ll tell you how that manifested in your case. It manifested as a MOTHER who does not encourage dear little daughter to wrap DADDY around her baby finger. In fact, MOM is alarmed, jealous if she even sees babygirl trying to wheedle stuff outta PA.
Mom absolutely does not encourage baby girl’s going to DAD and asking for stuff, because Mom feels she is getting so damn little that daughter’s being in line in front of her would take away from HER.
Little girls with jealous mothers grow up miserable, feeling unloved and they’re right. Their parents are both unloving because they’re both seriously wacked. BUT the problem gets worse. That’s not the only manifestation. THIS ‘afraid to ask’ little girl grows up and chooses –what else? Ungiving men. If you don’t know what rain is, you move to the Sahara and are perfectly OK with burning stretches of sand.
If this girl encounters a potential male giver, she screws that up. She proudly announces that she is capable of taking care of herself, earning her own wage, and paying ‘half’. This overworked zealous little pup of a girl does just that. Only one days she gets all tired and burnt out and passes on her malady to any runty little offspring she’s capable of giving birth to, (in her burnt out condition.)
THE ungiven-to MOTHER SUFFERS and the child does too. Never once did that poor woman feel what it was like to be treated like a queen, given to, protected. NEVER ONCE did she learn to enjoy relaxation, her own yinness. Instead, she’s worked to the bone til she drops. AND THE DAUGHTER is taught to live on the same patch of Sahara desert Mom enjoyed.
Woman today are like stunted weeds, --lips pressed to burning sand trying to drink--- they never become the towering green vines blooming lush roses that they could have been had they been nurtured from womb, cradle, marriage bower to garden home. WHY? Because OUR OWN MOTHER sabotaged us, at the pump. SHE taught us to be cacti and press lips to sand and drink deep of parched desert.
When we pick a man who is like that desert and let him off the GIVING HOOK, we create our life's failure, the failure of our children and that male’s own YANG failure. That mate will have nothing to give us ever because we’d never think of asking. If the GYM doesn’t ask you to develop muscle, DO YOU?
In early phases of courtship with the boys in the neighborhood, we aren’t looking for signs of givers. We are GIVER BLIND! We don’t notice that one man offers the world, is courtly, wants to pay and buy you stuff and we don’t notice that the other schlepper is a gypsy taker. We cannot tell the difference. It’s like being color blind, not seeing red and green as distinct!
Then what do we do? We fall for some pocket picking gypsy scoundrel because his butt looks good in jeans. IT IS THE MALE’s GIVING GENES we should be worrying about. Does he have a lineage of manly GIVERS in his family tree? THOSE are the genes that count.
Then the only thing we allow that chosen male to give us, (or seem to want to accept) is his half of the rent, his half of the food costs and his half of the utilities, which seems (to the dimwitted lady) to be a fair deal for housemates. TRUE, --it is and if the guy were just a roomie, that would be fine. But we’re talking about a life mate. A LIFE MATE is a male hero who will welcome his offspring, take care of them, build you shelter, work to the bone to pay for it. Protect you when the wolf comes round and never run away.
That is what you want to get, so you have to see THOSE QUALITIES in the men who court you to pick a man who has it and to get it.
If you tolerate courting louts, give them status, then bond with one and insist on paying half the bills, you’re not treating that fellow like the father of tomorrow, a true mate. You’re not expecting any soul quotient, any metaphysical ardor. Any manly soul dimensions. And babe, if YOU don’t seek, you don’t get. You are like a girl enthusiastically applying for a job at Wal-mart. You got in line for bare minimum, aren’t asking for anything but eighty hour weeks without any more overtime PAY as the Gov just took that away from all workers. (Did you know that? No I suspected not.) You’re so glad to be in line for that job that you are signing your life away and your kids lives, for minimum wages! HOW LOW RENT IS THAT!
When a girl goes into a lifelong relationship with the stud muffin who is to be The Father to her little girls and boys, her having to give HALF on the barrelhead for life --- like some BRAVE NEW WORLD 1984 ROBOT --- is a little zombiedead. It has perilous overtones of reasonability but look under the costume. It’s a bag of barf.
ENGENDERING LIFE together isn’t some minimum wage Walmart life deal. Unless of course, it IS. What ‘reasonable’ mother convinced you this was the best deal you could make? YOU CAN MAKE INFINITELY better, sweeter DEALS with men, for your life. Out of that beauty you have at l8 to 25 years of age. REMEMBER the eternal words of Anita Loos uttered by Marilyn Monroe "beauty in a man is like MONEY in a man." Loos gave us the soul of the universe in that phrase, mouthed by the most dumb blonde twit that ever existed. Totally YIN. TOTALLY WISE. You are so exquisite, pure and beautiful at that early age, that you (in ATOMIC weight) equal out to BILL GATES! SO GO GET BILL GATES!
YOU are so so so beautiful! Stand up before a mirror, let your hair down. You are the flowering bud on life’s latest twig on a billion year branch on a trillion year tree of evolution. TO boot, you are kind and good.
You will and SHOULD attract a hundred frogs croaking at your door and from knowing them and carefully observing them, have the wisdom to pick ONE from among them. Pick the most GIVING of PRINCES. Pick THE MOST giving cherishing, respecting prince. LET THE KING get your heart. Not just some pocket-picking gypsy who flashes his eyes like Tony Banderas and brings you a pizza and wolfs it down and gives you two slices!
GOOD MEN are out there, men who venerate women, who really cherish them. Men who take you to LE French Café and want you to have a glass of Burgundy red, and teach you about gourmet food.
These men have ardor, respect, taste, valor and heroicism running through their veins. These MEN are givers. These Men are chivalrous. Later, they will have you put your feet up when you’re pregnant and they will rub them, or give you a maid to rub them. They will cook breakfast when you’re barfing in first trimester nausea. They work two jobs while until that bouncing babe goes to daycare because they want you with their child because that’s what is best for their wife and their kid!
These men are glad to give from the bottom of their pockets to buy you a wedding ring, a washing machine, a proper fridge. A soft bed. A nursery set for junior. And then buy you the pretty dresses or fabrics and sewing machine you need to be gorgeous. Or that embroidered dress at the Bazaar and that shiny necklace because he sees you are a work of art, a miracle of nature, or even a goddess who deserves obeisance, homage, gifts placed at her feet, wreaths on her head.
You don’t know any of that treatment because your OWN MOTHER STOOD in the way of your ever finding out that it is the norm. Did you ever ask Dad for a dress and a shiny necklace? Or were you one of OUR LADIES OF PERPETUAL SILENCE? You know the kind, the perpetually tactful, un-greedy, ‘good girl’ that never asks for stuff, isn't materialistic, the amazon that MOM encouraged you to be. Wearing the same shabby dress, as the song goes. And not with the deep relishing of being adored, spoiled by Daddy, cherished, GIVEN anything your heart desired. A joyless, arid life with …self-sufficiency as your Amazon shield.
HOW could you ask so little of DAD? Maybe because you were trained that way by MOM. Maybe because she was hogging it at the pump or because SHE didn’t have that ASK AND TAKE deal with DAD so there’s no way you were going to negotiate it, you little intruder you!
MOM is probably the reason you’re not a taker. However, before you go kick her in her fat butt, I’ll grant you I wasn’t there. It could be that your DAD was walking around in total POVERTY consciousness, was a life-whipped wimp, or maybe a scoundrel, another pocket picking, heart-boosting, kiss-lifting gypsy, a veritable shoplifter in the halls of love who spent his cash like a fool tomcat hung up on barrio pussycats and did that on the side. He was too guilty to look you in the eye and love you. Or maybe Dad was a taker who didn’t carry his own weight. Maybe he was TAKING up MA’s precious time, making her work two jobs but still giving her offspring to raise solo after he broke outta there. Or then, there are Dads who are so hung up on all forms of love entailing sex that they couldn’t love their daughter because it felt incestuous. So they kept their distance. That daughter will always feel that asking for stuff is an over-sexed thing.
Whatever your life sorrow was, repent the part you played being a card-carrying NON-TAKER .. a member in good standing of the NOWHERE CLUB and do so before you pass that disease on to your own daughter! BE A TAKER. TAKE IN. SURRENDER THE PINK! AND always ---ASK FOR THE GREEN!