Into the Safira

The competition to have status in modern day society, when seen objectively, is as unfortunate as it is desperate: a never-ending treadmill where all is but superficial. Most people do search for importance, admiration, willing to rise above what would be regarded as average, and what might be the artifice? Think of politics for example; the leaders, the ones to decide – what used to be taking care of matters for the common good has become a mere game of seeking control over others by any means necessary, running over those who are weak and stabbing the strong ones in the back soon as there is a chance to do so. Honesty and responsibility could not mean less before the eyes of the people these ringmasters should indeed be working for in the first place… It is certainly a sad hunt for so-called significance.

The measure of man, male that is, used to be his capability as a hunter to feed the community, as a fighter in order to protect and later as a labourer whose toughness was the guarantee of keeping the family unit safe. The male role today, competitively, seems to be that of a lover – so the man’s been reduced into a politician in that sense; his job being vamping or at least having the skills to do so, a hunter of not votes but affection, as in both cases of play-acting winning is based on treachery: adapting whatever ostensible qualities which would suit the situation at hand.

Men are divided into groups defined by the level of skill, with labels put on those: “alpha,” “beta” etc. Many would say it’s an evolutionary truth, a fact not for one to override, but the question to be asked is “what prize is worth the (self)deception?” The greatest human weakness is the will to be strong, which really offers the key to dominate the person. I choose to step away from the line I would be placed upon and go beyond the alphabet; not accepting the servitude as a puppet for anything, free of strings I can go where I will and do as I please. The next time you expect me to be obligated, make sure you ask my opinion before writing a book on biology.

Alpha-male may be the leader of the pack, but Wise Man is the elder of the tribe. The Zero is a circle complete, the eternal ideal that holds the power and knowledge within itself. Yet the shaman is enabled to even wield the energies of the Sacred Feminine – by becoming it. Cold is my womb, it is darkness I gather inside... Now in the abyss I finally face the Sun.

I am not a real man. I am an unreal man. The standard I set is that when people come to know, they refuse to believe.

Without Shakti Shiva is Shava.