Twenty something years ago, a fellow, let’s call him Paul, belonged to my circle of friends. Like Travis McGee, he lived on his yacht in Bahia Mar. I recall that he was once on the Sally Jesse Raphael late night talk show in a segment about handsome and eligible millionaires. Although he was handsome, he was no millionaire, and he lived on his yacht because he couldn’t afford a house. So, caveat emptor when it comes to believing anything you watch on television.
We were at a pool party and I was sitting with a couple of women. As he walked by us, their heads perked up to watch, intrigued by his good looks and blonde mane. But then they noticed his formless legs, which stuck down from his bathing suit like two uncut ziti. I may not have been as pretty as he was, but at that time, I was quite athletic with tight glutes, sinewy thighs, and well shaped calf muscles. In disgust, the two women expressed their disappointment in those legs that paled in comparison to mine. I never would have thought they noticed, still less that is was important to them. Let’s say they lost interest in him and spent the afternoon with me. That is my “game” lesson for the week.
Well, Paul was a sensitive 90s type with that treacly spirituality. He kept encouraging me to attend one of those weekend seminars, Lifespring I believe it was called, or one of its spinoffs. “It would be life changing.” Now, I get that a lot, even daily, how some book, or video, or teacher, etc. will be life changing. The way I see it is that a man has expended a lot of effort in creating his life, developing his mind and body, living by a set of morals that suits him, establishing relationships, even down to the little things like his dietary preferences. I really can’t imagine such a man to be so anxious to radically change his life, especially based on the say so of some stranger.
Nevertheless, I agreed; he was my friend, I was curious, and we expected a lot of women to be there. The meeting was held at night with a couple of hundred people attending the free introduction at a hotel in Fort Lauderdale. We mingled and listened to some motivational talks. He had taken the weekend seminar previously and was involved in more advanced classes, so he was the “big brother” in this situation.
So he started probing me with some questions. Part of the program was some version of the Law of Manifestation, which, as you readers know, is a major teaching of the New Age. Finally, Paul bluntly asked me, “What do you want to manifest more of in your life?” Although it was a rather personal question, I quickly answered:
Money, Sex, and Power.
I don’t know what answer he was expecting, or hoping for, but that certainly wasn’t it. He made some strange face at me, with a sardonic grin. He walked away and I never saw him again.
As I was going through some old DMs, I noticed that Audrey del Sol tried to explain the fascination with legs, although I still don’t get it. These are her words:
All these climactic moments of life mutually stimulate one another; the world of images and ideas of the one suffices as a suggestion for the others: in this way, states finally merge into one another though they might perhaps have good reason to remain apart. For example: the feeling of religious intoxication and sexual excitation (two profound feelings, coordinated to an almost amazing degree. What pleases all pious women old or young? Answer: a saint with beautiful legs, still young, still an idiot). ~ The Will to Power #800
“I don’t know what answer he was expecting, or hoping for, but that certainly wasn’t it. He made some strange face at me, with a sardonic grin. He walked away and I never saw him again.”
Strange that he would. I wanna hear more about your tight ass, and how you’ve manifested more Money, Slags and Power since discovering Evola. Shouldn’t this be under an orientation title? You see, my asperger virgin fellows, Tradition does get you laid.
There you have it. ‘Speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you’.
Speaking of New Age, some of you might be interested in a recent show on ‘Coast to Coast AM’, with Charles Upton discussing ‘inverted spirituality’. The first segment is a rejig of the familiar ‘modern science approaches ancient truths’ trope of neospiritualism, on the wave of the recent ‘discovery’ of the ‘Higgs Boson’. You’ll find it on their website. I haven’t listened to it yet, but will do so after my imminent bubble bath.
Speaking of the ‘Higgs Boson’, particle physics just smacks too much of early 20th century to sustain the same interest in the present day, and even its popular blasphemous monicker has not managed to change that. The one youthful conversation in which I overheard it being discussed, on a train ride, was wedged betwixt discourse on sports in the upcoming Olympic Games, and exposition of an interlocutor’s travels through Eastern Europe. The take-home message was that the boson doesn’t explain everything yet, but “it’s a start to the explanation of everything”. I’m yet to run into another Higgs Bozo, but then I really don’t get out much.