Blessed love to all Ones and Ones in the Reasoning.
Allow I to introduce a new perpective...
These past few days, I've been busy meeting all sorts of people at a reggae event, and because this event is in babylon still, and even run in many ways by babylon, I've been trodding among plenty of this oversexualised babylon culture and peoples and Reasoning with the Righteous people who trod in there among the folly. There are a few interactions I had that I think will Itribute to the development of this Reasoning.
The first was when a dread came up to I and started to talk to I. He started talking to I about women, and I knew from that second that the man was a dread, and no Ras. He had just seen I speaking to a very beautiful and dignified young wombman and came over to comment how I hadn't pressed the advantage so to speak and tried to get intimately involved with the wombman. He tried to offer advice on picking up girls, saying things like "you have to **** the girls" and getting vexed when I told him that I wasn't the kind of man who slept with girls I had just met that day, no matter how beautiful and charming they are. He was clearly a man ruled by lust, because by his own admission, he said he feels off balance if he doesn't get sexual satisfaction, and he goes and seeks it out when that happens. That he speaks with such crudeness about it to a complete stranger shows that he doesn't really have respect for the wombman in those relationships, and I wouldn't be surprised if he'd never spoken to a lot of them again. I and I know that through the example of His Imperial Majesty Haile Selassie I and Her Majesty Empress Menen I that this could never be the right way to approach relationships.
Truly I give thanks for that example, because without it, the next example could have easily been I downfall. I've mentioned before on this Reasoning forum that through RastafarI, I've been trodding the lonely road when it comes to wombmen, and no man can say truthfully that lust never enters their mind. So later that same day after the dread approached I, when I was dancing to some Roots music I noticed another very beautiful but not so dignified young wombman looking at I. I was in a Righteous space within Iself so I met her eyes and nodded in respect as I would to anyone who meets I eyes. I got back to I dancing and started to build a spliff, but as I was breaking up the herb, I noticed the girl looking at I still and dancing closer and suddenly it dawned on I what she must be thinking. Her being at a reggae festival and being who she is, she must find I as a Rastaman very attractive and took I respectful nod as a green light to make her move. She danced closer until she was dancing very close and in I mind, I was aware that there was a choice laid out before I. The conversation with the dread earlier was fresh in I mind and I realised that I could, if I so chose, use I Rasta appearance and knowledge and sleep with this very beautiful wombman that very night and give Iself that satisfaction I don't deny that I sometimes crave. But although that choice was there, I couldn't make it because I Livity is to follow the example of the King and Queen of Iration. So I had to turn Iself away from the girl as she tried to dance up against I and concentrate very intently on I spliff, because I know what she was looking for from I, and to enter into a relationship, even one of just dancing, on those grounds is contrary to I Livity. Even if I had tried to exlain to her as we danced to loud music that I wasn't in it for sex, she probably was, and one thing could easily have led to another. I could see her slowing down her dancing and looking very confused out of the corner of I eye as I rolled I spliff and resisted her advance, and after a little while she walked off looking slighty annoyed. Because she was beautiful and dressed in a way that showed off and sexualised her body, she didn't overstand why or even how I could turn her down. She was probably so used to men bowing to her that she didn't know how to react when I turned her away.
The next day, I ran into the very beautiful and dignified young wombman from the day before, who moved with a long skirt and wrapped her head. I and I had actually met before that when I had convinced a very determined man to stop making advances towards her and I RastafarI sister at a soundsystem session, but this was the first time I and I had sat down and Reasoned together in depth. Among other things I and I spoke about her daughter, who she is raising alone through circumstances that I and I didn't Reason on. She was concerned about raising her daughter to hold good values and dignity when childrens' minds are like sponges and she is immersed in the world of school and media when she is not at home. I and I Reasoned in depth on the corruption of the female childrens' minds through the influence of TV and magazine culture and how the school system does nothing to counter such negative influences. I brought up the example of the not so dignified wombman from the night before to illustrate the point that raising girls in this babylonian culture makes them rely solely on sex for self-validation. If they don't conform to the highly publicised and promoted appearances and behaviours, girls become targets of oppression, so I and I Reasoned how to instill the younger generation with a strong sense of self worth and validation that isn't tied to lust and sex, because the destruction and pain it causes is devastating. Although I and I never Reasoned on it, I could feel all the time I was Reasoning with this sister that she was pained by the abandonment she was put through by the father of her daughter, and by her own admission she hasn't always been the dignified Empress I know. The responsibility of having to raise her daughter is what forced her to face reality and develop herself outside of the box babylon put her in. What I and I have to do is learn how to apply those hard learned lessons into lessons for the younger generation so they can build on a solid foundation. Youths shouldn't have to make all the same mistakes as their parents. Everyone makes their own mistakes and learns from them, but one generation shouldn't be making the same or worst mistakes than the last.
After that, this Empress and I started to move together and by the time I was leaving, someone I was driving home with commented how they'd seen I moving close with her all weekend. They insinuated that I and I must have slept together and I rebuked them, saying that however beautiful she was and however well I and I had connected, I had only met her recently and I had deep Raspect for her so I wouldn't have tried to make a sexual connection yet, even if I wanted to and am planning on meeting her again to meet her daughter and Reason more. Clearly they weren't expecting that response, but they were pleasantly surprised that such words could come out of the mouth of a young man in this day and age. On the way home, we were Reasoning around family through the issue of homosexuality, and I was trying to explain to this person that the family trinity of Man, Wombman and Child is a sacred thing to I and I and to change it is to disrespect life and choose death. That Reasoning ended there, but homosexuality is not the only thing that affects that family unit. Even the dread who approached I will get burned through his own irresponsibility with wombmen, and it will eventually bring about his destruction, because I've seen the kind of men rent-a-dreads turn into, and its not a Livity to envy.
If I and I want to avoid that same folly then I and I have to foster a strong family. Whether a paper marriage certificate is part of that is up for Ones and Ones to decide for themselves, but the true connection goes beyond paper and if I and I mix up in the same folly as babylon in letting sex and lust rule over I and I actions then how can I and I call I and Iselves sons and daughters of the Most High?
As I said earlier, it brought the Empress great pain to be raising her daughter alone without the balance of a man, so men, don't let the little head do the thinking that should rightly be done in your brain. And for the young Empresses I have a little bit of flowetry to remind them to make the boys live up to their standards:
Girls, remember modesty
Don't forget your dignity
Babylon will try to rob it, so hold it high for all the world to see
Never bow to pressure, keep your trod away from vanity
Men will lust and try but always hold on to your sanity
Hold the natural orders and don't mix up in calamity
Because babylon will say you need to sell your sexuality
Blessed love
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