Saturday, April 3, 2010

You are a slave - it's submission by choice



So, my previous post... Does it resonate with you at all?

Don't you find to be a slave of your own illusions? Your submission to those belief systems was absolutely voluntarily. Life is a bondage indeed, but nobody forced you to submit to conditioning that you take as your own. Go get a therapist in California, Florida, Hawaii - somewhere in a place you can enjoy. take a female travel companion with you, more fun.

A lot of people hurt by their own wain how the mind works. Living a lie is humiliation.

If you are in the same boat and hurting... no matter why, no matter for what reason… or no reason at all… If you are looking for a way out of your misery but can’t find it, here is what had saved me... Yes, I pay for it. Well, we pay for everything in life. Everything has its price. I had enough humiliation that i (my diseased mind) caused me.

My happiness?.. It was sold to me almost for nothing.

It’s more than escape, it’s better than escape… it’s more honest then escape… and it became an integrated part of my life. See this Avatar coaching thing and their Intunment process. I am totally addicted to it. It's not a phone sex chat, it's not a sexy hotline talk at all. Well, unless you make it so. LOL

It's your way out of slavery in the life that ties you down when you want to fly.

So, be free. And fly!


Friday, April 2, 2010

Life is brutal - it's a bondage. Unless...



What a brutal lie you live! :-)

You think money is important - money is a bondage! You think sex is important - all your sexual perversions, cravings for pleasure - all is your bondage.Everything that we depend on is a bondage. Everything that we cling to, desire, lust for is a bondage. If you came here because word bondage took you on this page, and all you were looking for is some slave games with small cock humiliation or other erotic obsessions ... - you live a lie, you live in the self-created prison. You depend on your desired and every moment of your life live to satisfy them. And when you can't you become violent, aggressive, cannot control yourself, trying to submit yourself to others not only in a bedroom but dominate them outside of the bed, in the world that you are afraid of.

Let me share with you my story that I’ve partially captured in my diary; as I look at it I feel as if it can be valuable for others. I will tell this story one article at a time. I don’t have my own blog, but feel the urge to share. So, hopefully YOU will hear me. You will hear me out and will buy a piece of your own happiness… (using the recipe I will share with you or finding another). And you will buy it! or get it free… still it, may be… or win in a lottery. But get it!

Let me start my story with my illusions. They are the most important, the most vital part of my awakening.

My illusion #1: Let’s works hard and money will buy me happiness.

At the age 26 I made more money than all people of my age I knew. I always thought that a good amount of cash is what’s needed for happiness. I didn’t think to pay for it, but the fact that I’ve “made it”, the fact that the world will be at my feet… this thinking fueled my ambitions and my drive. I knew I can’t get it in a grocery store, but being wealthy felt as if it is a synonymous of being happy. So, I worked like a bull.

I worked so hard, because growing in Europe in a very poor family that always argued and rarely appeared at the dinner table sober, was not my idea of happy life.

Being a young boy, I’ve been raped by a drunk friend of my father. Even though my parents knew about what happened, they never discussed it with me… As they were ashamed of the event. Or of me…

There was a chaos all around. I was looking for my way out. I was working 14-18 hours a day. I carried a few jobs. And by destiny or pure luck I’ve met a few people who taught me an art of making money. It became my escape. I immersed in it. Every cent that I’ve made became a score. Every dollar became a brick for a wall that I was building to protect myself from the world.

I knew little about it then. Well, let’s face it. I knew nothing really…

After about 20 years since then shit happened. It happened unexpectedly. It caught me off guard. It hurt me so badly that life lost its appeal.

And then by coincidence I have found the way to treat it like a game… and things started unfolding in the way I’ve never seen them before.

I will be writing many more articles about it and you are welcome to read each of them… As of now, I need to go.