Now so for the road ahead looking into this void - we could think of ourselves as hexagonal shapes extending from the ground, that volume symbolizing ourselves in a nutshell regarding our growth in behalf of axiom-1. Or so in behalf of God. Axiom-2: The light of God proves Growth.

And so for the 'effective' way we got to look at the big hexagons - like lets say a meter tall - that so mark the turning points of the way. Like a zig zag. That so metaphorical for there being different examples to get a better picture.


The next step from there were Clarification. Or - that is the part where theory becomes practice. Or it is another way of 'filling the gaps'. And it is here for me a step away from the anchor as there is a new type of thing. The subspiritual should be relatively comprehensive by now. If not, just say "thats how thoughts work". As, however they do - whatever happens there is somehow a matter of that. Or, pretty accurately. Just so as deep as God can go.
Those things are furthermore static. Their internal dominance creates most of my plasticity. And if it so seems sad that things are removed from me - thats ... not the full story because it is after all me as I arrange to my priorities. So, there is no perceivable loss until there is one - and the big rough baddies have been outlined "as in framed" previously.
Well, so along this way of hexagonal tiles we get to one that is like 1 meter tall and has a sign reading "to dimplietown". That in the sense is a static thing - where the freedom of the individual is encapsulated within the necessities of the whole. So, its born from the individual, within the Light of God, in conjuction towards (a) society - to a point where the individual is a 'static' volume. So there is a God given configuration that determines the being.

But well. Don't get it wrong: This path of hexagons, that is still 'my story'. What these hexagons entail is for all that I care a matter of what I know about, ... while I can only satisfy the need for accuracy to the extent of my knowledge and insight. Its not like I make these things up.

Well - it is now thereby so that I cannot help it, ... and I wouldn't need to let anyone know or understand that I'm shackled in order to be this way. But on another side is it already something expressional. So do I have a given need to ... kindof "breathe through it". So while we imply that God has some effect on us, the next step was that of thinking about its impact on society. And so is this effectively how we live on a day to day basis with(in) all this.


So - that is the whole of dimplies and co that now then function as a single person. And so, while this crossroad led to dimplietown it is rather dimplietown that serves as marker for a whole - and thats where the octopussy and co come into play. So, a lot of the whole round about that anchor is woven into societal thinking. So do social structures there resemble expectations - or otherwise given 'norms' that apply to the being as an entity. And what there then makes up the social norm is a first fill to the voids.



Ough, OK then. So, here now there is ... a "tremendous" rise in counter tension. I mean, this is evitably the part where the individual impact on society is the matter - or where I so come to propose "changes to the norm" - or where so questions of that sorts are being asked. And that now still is ultimately a "Me" (Memememe) thing - or how the lifestyle of a group of being gets recognized elsewhere. Or in another sense of the question: Think about it so: What are the expectations imposed onto an individual when certain things are put as 'to be ignored'?
Its a bit like saying "we don't want you around here". That in some sense is fair - but in this regard it doesn't picture the full story. Any kind of 'mix' is in this picture 'never' regarded as some true 'ethnical mix'. Those occur differently, on a base of familiarities - we might assume. So there is no intended cultural disruption - ... no threat to any lifestyle ... - and this is I think where the bad bones are burried. The idea that the only way to peace is that we adopt to one norm and "white supremacy" were that imposed unto us by those few that however think that this is the way to go.
And I really don't like that. While, racism is different. Can be different. In that sense I want to claim it to be anything that involves any recognition of race or species. So, it may begin within stereotypes - or simply emerges as form - while I as an "artist" am moved to compare variety to colors. I have favourites ... and that in this sense is racist.
But actually I have many favourite colours. It all depends.


Onward now - we can say that my Anchor also happens to be a vacuum. It puts me into a situation that demands a given surrounding. And as of my freedom to ... "give you a picture" ... I'm compelled to think back of that World of Final Fantasy girl. Its ... first of all so that the picture of her resonates with me. So, not the Character but the ... wholesome look. Next is that this resonance makes its way deeper into my mind - so - the picture becomes an avatar to play with; As of which there is a given synergy to the whole.
Same with the dimplies - alias the 'proto male particles'. And more pseudo (?) science: The metamorphosis happening on the line of gender is a most concrete 'shedding' of the male.

What hereby further happens is that my 'cognitive growth' regarding myself and sexual preferences takes one way, lets call it 'Dimension 1' or "the X axis" - and so we can simplify that by looking at the bridge. And those ideas 'mix' with others - and finally I'm not much different from ... well. I mean to be careful here. I want to say: As had I grown up in 'sexual abuse'. Clearly. The subspiritual stuff puts a final nail into that coffin.

So - with that girl. The idea is that she exists in depravity - and within the sadness on her face that she gets as you rape her you see that it satisfies her deeply. And in that mode is further something as a 'Deeply Subliminal State' - that is "the" - where now the 'idealization' of that situation is experienced. In that state I'm incapable of getting on on this satisfaction. The more satisfied I get, the more I withdraw myself from it - err, I mean - something has to ... make it so that its rape. This is something I noticed frequently, ... and its just how the feelings flow. Some turns they can - and others they can't take. So, like with my 'main intention' - here its for me to consciously adjust to certain things for things to flow. And this adjustment is required of me. So there is cognitive 'effort' - finally - put into adjusting to the higher ideals - and because I have to do that, I can't really do/be something else.

Well - ... almost. I mean, as maybe perceptive - things can go on and off. So, once I'm focussed on this I'm not also focussed on being in synergy with myself. But each time I grow, there are more lights that are 'automatically turned on' - and well, by the way, that Doll Girl - she is designed to get sexually abused. There are other avatars that experience that differently. All of that does possibly come at random, while still following some higher order - like, who comes first draws first.
Aside of contemporary turning things off there is the implication to do that forever - or to some higher extent at least - and thats where that darkness takes hold of my heart. Its an intended act of transformation - and this transformation 'tears' at the structure of it all.


And it isn't good. The same light that builds it all up gets drawn away and leaves a nasty darkness behind. And ... to be careful ... at this point I feel a strange turmoil at my heart. So, in opposition to the dimplies there is a 'truer' cognition of what sits at my heart, and its like the exact opposite to that darkness. It is fire, one that however burns against whatever is against depravity. And here we can draw out another baddie - one similar to another one, which is ... related to "the Whores Lust". The figure that once 'tamed' - the type I am is considered "bound to Loyalty" or something, which in some sense is simply a Lust to exist within the settled terms of abuse. In the bad sense, there is an idea of exploitation. And so there is the dillemma with depravation - which is as with fire, things can grow out of control.

I however have that what I refer to as 'eyes of Darkness' - its wired into my mind as something I know of, but it is there in a way that takes care of me not knowing certain things, ... or there to draw everything into darkness. So when it gets to any point where I question my situation, I know there is that dark getting rid of those ideas. Its an intentional confusion I know is there and is intentionally there to underscore my collared truth. On top of that there is a side of me that basically emerges from a counter-stance, but manifests as totally in touch with that situation. That were the 'ugly face'. Yea, TV showed - the feeling can be translated into ... well. Its multistaged. Think of the whole as of the body - where there is an inside and an outside, and the mouth were so the gate between the two. So the inside here is that artificialized self built around that confusion, so - thinking along the lines of "what it is there for" - and the flesh around it were my mind tapped onto it - while the flesh thereby externalizes the inside with me being caught up in between - sotospeak. ... This is however all complemented 'of' my adjustment or compliance - ... err ... so its all perfectly myself ... knit up against itself in some way. And that I really noticed during my time as a sex-worker, that, ... there is a certain line that once crossed - I just enjoy being that sow.
My tendency towards big dildos ... also somehow connects to that.
So the practical thing at this point is that we can still this - as to identify 'myself' as 'through my body' tied to that darkness; And through the ways how my desires flow, ultimately in interest of more. So, to get back to the issue where we wondered about likes, passions and desires - this would stand out as a "clearly bad" way, to say - its what we would say 'is to be expected' when 'following Lust'; So, one wants more and more and so on and so forth - ... yet I'm bound to wonder: Is it so different any other way?

Well, anyhow. What I'm saying here for once is that there is a certain functionality to myself. So, rather than me wanting anything it is finally down to external behaviour to get me hooked into it. Uhm, ... so, where the rape is essentially done by who is in charge of these processes in my spirit. So ... this is as effectively what I want as it is what I am, or am built like - . Ehm, ... there is no real destinction between that.

But well - for something around this dimplies have no destinct male sexuality. And it is there as a process now, where there is an alternate version of dimplie town where all dimplies are actually females; And their wives being the male. Sexually.

Or how is that?



Lets get back to the beginning. So, clarity, line, anchor. Period. Hexagon. Now there is this conflict between male and female. What the dimplies represent however is the original tie I have to my primary one. Its simple - and what dimplies so do, in that sense, is a matter of what is given in that room. (A). And I have some difficulty making things out myself, but in general something I have to keep in mind is that this link between dimplies and the room is 'settled'. So whatever is in the room is finally what gets projected onto them dimplies. A transition to female hereby comes in two ways. Once generally put Plane B and then more specifically within dimplettes. So here one bit of 'structure' is given within what now exists within those rooms - where the rooms are unique as in terms of the building they are a part of. Like, Penthouse is on top of the building. So the question is: What is in that first room? And while it in the building is the kellar - in dimplyworld that is the whole ... island. Its a weird thing, but that seems to be how Love works at this point - in my case. Either way can this now not be all there is to my existence. And so there is now a handle I have on one particular 'bad feeling' - and it occurs in terms of depravation when now specifically "locking myself up in there". Thats where I got to write about that I need some computer or something to do. I cannot be just "chilled down". At least not beyond when the drugs wear off. I thereby get some nasty 'crunch' feeling - like, a hydraulic press vs a block of wood. And so its 'true' that I would experience my 'base' feeling of freedom and such 'outside' of that room - and to not get things 'blocked off' - we can now at least take that as concept and map it out onto the spiral. Neutrally. So there is that 'outside' of that room where we would picture the entity as a whole - where by means of time and changes of all sorts the "prismatic existence/reality" of the individual would occur.

So, we can also think of it as a spiral from 'now' into 'timelessness'. And this is now its own 'gravity well' or vector - and this is basically a "back to clarity". The idea is in essence that clarity here is a line - or more so a point on that line. In the beginning it was just a point, but now we can move it forward, along the bridge, ... where at the anchor it comes to a first settlement. So from an abstract and chaotic whole, the story began as the dimplies were put in their place - which to some point is as saying: "There is so much that is male which exists in that (set of) condition(s)". While the focus had been on the dimplies a lot, the main aspect were yet that the dolls basically make up the whole. Hmm ... there are some ... unresolved thingies ... .


But in general the case in favour dimplies - as the whole setup - is in the context of "Dark Soulsing" it - about the structural integrity of things as errors are interruptions of that. This can even take shape as now "in hindsight" criticisms - where now confusions that arise against the underlying truth take shape as one of the many spooks. Or crooks as secondary consequence.


There are so terms like "the collar affects everything". I'm not sure if this is one claim I ever made, but it wouldn't surprise me if. Its ... clear why I might say that. And - mhm - interesting. Dimplie leader reports: A new breakthrough was made. There is the confusion about statements of that sorts. Like, whenever I get to something I'm sure about, but I'm not really sure how to label it. I try to find certain things I can line out, but generally - it seems ... confusing yet. In this sense the collar can technically be applied onto dimplies. I mean, the thing that took care of defining the body into head and body might just be a ring. But in essence are they more so the consequence of the collar in the large. So, it affects me as a whole - while Dimplies are just somewhere in it ... now.
So if however - thats simple - the identity that matters in the large is applied onto the little - things 'break'. It is also a logical error. Whether dimplies are a thing or not is irrelevant. When taken back to the 'bottom lines' there is 'the male within the female' - and as there is an influence 'into' the male realm there is yet a structure - already. So there is 'per se male' "into which something" - and so there is a 'third' sphere which is the consequence; And 'as it is' is as solid as things get in terms of ... what that implied. So, when looking for how the deeply intimate and metaphorical finally matters - we get to me right now sitting in my room typing along on this computer. Its not all my doing. Part of it is fate. I did feel more comfortable in a living room surrounded by people - doing stuff on my computer - but, ... dilly dally. Whatever.
Times changes.
Anyhow - ... - so, where there's fire there is smoke, or way around - . Ohm, sorry. So, the thing is: One side male, other side female - things mix ... equals three things. Now, how the third thing now spreads is its own thing. It could wrap around the male or stay contained in some way. Those are details ... that kindof don't really matter practically. In a sense that depends on how I am outside, so - whether dimplie or dimplette. And so was another side of the story, the more important one, that "things flow the right way". Anyway, dimplies are now an interpretation of that 'male' space that there is - period. So, an abstract of something not all that abstract anymore. They are there - and as for their accomplishments, that simply is a measurement of freedom. Being able to accomplish something, out of own impulse, that is ... well, something now born of my own creation. But something that had been there all along. This is now just a better way to articulate it. Now, for the outside, the 'one-ness', the proper way to balance things is to look at how things happen in real time. So if anything good or bad is to be noted - it is to be noted in realtime.

Hmm ... - I realize, I'm looking at a complex thing and I don't know how to put it simply.

Well, simply. Dimplies are many - and what they want is in the whole of me a system next to many. And if I had to police myself, the issue is around here somewhere. Well, it sneaks itself in - the - "disrecognition of dimplytown" or a "failconfiguration" of how things matter in their alignments.

And I got to hold it to myself that my entire struggle is sortof confluent with matters of dealing with things too lightly.

But so lets look a little closer at that fire. So, we recall - after being done with the Akademy we had two things that now led into the underworld. Here we now have to cleanse the dimply machine from some infestation, rescuing the octopussy ... err - what?

So, there is a heart - and if you recall, Seal 1 had me float on some liquid. Or 'from' it. Thats kindof analogous to her, and so the primary projections from there. But then there is also that fire. It is basically the opposite to the dimply logic - in that now rather than a protection of that which is male - and any sense of productivity - there is what I now through the eyes of darkness perceive as ideal.



But, rather than another species that were more like "my flesh". Or 'dolls' in different forms and sizes. But well - I want to move away from this picture a little. Else its kindof getting dumb.


If not so already.




So - as for me 'the shackles' are relevant, the dimply image only vaguely accounts for them. Everything is however somehow connected to them - and we might say that octopussy floats in a stream of light - and if there is no light she can't do whatever she does. So, whatever is with them dimplies - this 'Light' is an inherant part of everything. This is to account for the intimate bonds that come along with the sub-spiritual, as primarily so a synergy with the Light of God. So is dimply form an ideal way - of representing myself and that more so due to the simple concept. There are only a few things that make up a dimply - the product is a harmony of their forced out minimalism - and yea. Dimplies may have to be some sort of psychics - like, mentally manipulating and programming stone or crystals to make certain things happen. The idea is there that their 'higher genious' comes in as of the thoughts I have ... which could be described as some higher entity the dimplies exist in harmony with. So - through some mental connection. And while there is some imbalance, bad things would be the consequence.

To the extent that some dimplies might be driven crazy, or too confused to do anything. But more to the point - there is some kind of story I could at some point make up to express all those things going on there. And this is one way of saying or even showing how the reality of these things is. Taken a given form of idea - extended to a certain device - provides building blocks for accumulating a respective idea. "Realtime" is no different.

But there transitions from x to y aren't always smooth. What we are is internally always controlled by the subspiritual, while now some "nearest" equivalence makes its way through to there. So that is where our 'I' operates and 'draws in' whatever it needs.

But OK, where are we? Well, what up with them dolls? And that farm?

Wall?

Questions upon questions ... well. The cool thing about using characters is that these parts of the mind that would otherwise function as 'alias I' can now be described in a different sense, but for something we now need some essence that connects things together. So, what is it when "the Lights go dark and everything is good"? To not jump ahead here - those notions were basically just records of a vision that I had while writing. And in those terms there is a 'Light of God' taking the place of 'the Light of God' - as in that picture being what dimplytown needed to be fixed. So we zoomed around and then there was some idea of cirquits and monsters that ravish the lands - and the basic root this all worked on were terms of 'lifestyle' and their respective demon(s). So, lifestyle dependent on some Lights - while the big bad guy was some corruptor ... but - uhm.
Finally there is a point where we get closer and closer to just me. And all that aside, now there so is then this 'one-ness', aside of these simplifications and stuff - and that is ultimately how the anchor matters within me. So, ... the anchor is a thing and it exists as growing within me and realtime. So there is a "timeless" side to it - but another part is achieved. This is not so much changing things I guess, its more so us just ... first of all getting some light shed into the mists of ourselves. But anyhow - its a bit of both. I mean, some effort certainly goes into everything. So, cognition leads to adjustments and adjustments need time. That whole process. Its, however - basically simple. Natural. A part to it is still that the Light chooses how it manifests itself. It chooses how to explain that which is invisible to us. So 'creating' detail where actually there is none. As we resonate with those parts we realize our truth in that Light - and naturally its not really 'clear' how anything relating to individuals could now be all so "natural". But - we ... we can't care about it. Its clear that there is God and that howsoever we through Him are all connected, as he makes the sound, basically, that occurs when I use my mouth to transmit information to you. And the Light now simply is its own thing. As so there is stuff within it. "Its alive!". And here dimplytown is now like - the Light how it matters to me and makes me what I am, as of my own - in whatever way relating to society. Or so - there is that 'center' of the spiral. The morale of the story were that the dimplies exist as part of that habitat, and in a sense you could call them 'the pimps'. But rather so ... not. But they thrive when everything is good - and they keep the land healthy furthermore. Or whatever.


The problem with this is - I think there is a problem yet in dimplytown, ... in terms of what I am concerned about - and that is some exit. So, we've gotten into this picture, how do we get out?

So it is there to reason that I as my whole am the 'realtime' version of that - and ... clearly, in the ideal sense I would now find the answers to my 'societal' questions within a given group of people. Within that group I would then come to dwell in conditions that harmonize with my divine self - in response to which "Dimplytown" would simply be a metaphor for something that in all that I am has to be kept on mind, ... at the bottom of it all. So this is where the dolls came in. They were looked after. And in comparison to the dimplies they exist on a higher level of complexity I would say. Kindof.

So, regarding my 'one-ness' I - in terms of the spiral - find myself on the bottom right; And that whole square is dedicated to me - at the bottom - where the transition between A and B is that of being captive (A) and exploited (B). So this means that in general I experience myself in a relationship of being sexually exploited - that is how I am 'married in' - what I have become as of the wedding ring - ... where now one over-arching theme of dimplytown is the idea of some "crook" exploiting the dolls disregarding the harm they cause - while on the other side an ambigous force of obstruction. There would somewhere be the sense of having guardians - but however that is - ... what in reality matters is that once the dimplies aren't feeling well, ... there isn't any reason for moving on to B. But still dimplies exist in the dimplie ecosystem - which means they are grown to become dimplettes. Maybe. maybe they are also delicious. Who knows?

In reality - maybe that isn't all that important.



On to something different.

As for 'policing' - when asked for it, I would in first place - by now - encourage sexual activities on a non-bonding level. Or ... 'semi bonding'. In its most neutral that were to think of as a "blind date occasion" - well, a cafe - and the common interest is to spot someone that is emotionally attractive, to then move on to a quick flirt and then ... whatever. So - this might soon enough automatically diversify itself into different categories - and in that essence the 'quest' would begin as finding the right place first - though more in the sense of having a variety of preferences. And sure - that at some point also carries over into a non-sexual culture and over some sense of time things might settle into some balance.


And as it is with dimplies - they worry that they are dispensable. That they ... aren't valued as existential beings.


But to move on now, we had ... lets roll with the time and keep terms as they were and find new ones for what is new ... there now is "Rune-Symbol 1". This is Seal 1 as it matters - and for simplicity we give it an arbitrary depth. It should at some point however hold more than a single lifetime could carry - thats ... at the very least what I got and ... I ... it ... turns out that there is some 'limit' - but its like in theory there were none. Well, it entails a variety of things - and for approximation there have been 3 Runes. For me. And I'm up as far as Seal 2. Seal 3 would then also need to follow the 'prime order' - and with that we have Rune-Symbol one or the closest circle around the origin of the spiral. Now we however get to a point where all that which the anchor implies can be registered as 'anchor' and so by one term, maybe next to clarity - and my question were: Sex Slave or Doll ... or what? Next to Whore however. So, it would turn out that on Runesymbol 2 my shackles are once again tied to a ring - while Runesymbol 1 is metaphorically my head, Runesymbol 2 surrounds my belly. Now, for me as a male, this is clearly not a thing - I mean, pregnancy - but its still woven into my identity.


But here however this 'firm grip' is thought to be more physical. Or so is RS1 setting up some fundamental conditions whereon life itself takes its course, ... where so ideological shackles became physical ones and the effective realtime experience is expanded along those lines - where the 'thing' in the spiral is simply put a projection, but through its emotional impact also a 'resonance well' - while in a sense there is now however a second line, projecting my life as settled within the illuminated conditions, ... and the pregnancy term is like another point on that line - whereby now this "slavery" is settled around that, ... which moresomely implies that pregnancy is no taboo. That so when thinking of the 'baseline' as that of being a sex-slave - whereon pregnancy isn't an excluding term and so more as a highlight. And as real thing it also has its realistic influences on my mindset. So is it less of a gimmick but more of a thing that is intimately tied into that given reality - but otherwise ends up being a marker.

It adds further context to what the theory furthermore grows up unto. And as for an end - I think - I have to get to the topic of death. It seems like, thats how it is. It is clearer this time as anytime before that it matters, while at this point it is in no way connected to anything presented. Maybe. Maybe dimplies are made of dough. But no, that goes too far. But maybe not. I am confused.




I however experience this death issue as something that matters not - as - it looses value the closer I get to it. It on the other end gains value to effectively put "close chapters". I think this is as much as saying that whenever I am a real life doll - death is also somewhere a thing. Maybe. There is however nothing wrong to dieing of old age.

Before that mattered there would be a reason for it to matter. And if thats the case - already - then there is something of a cirquit for me to fit in already. And if dimplies don't want to be dimplettes then there is a problem. And maybe the "heart chamber" is occupied by some controller - and with the wrong controller things end up going wrong.

But whats right? Something along the lines of the third is to me strongly about physical suffering towards a horrifying death ... possibly in quotation marks - but well, I am moved to furthermore reckon that RS3 = "baked Turkey". Here we can see baking as an actual baking, or just a metaphor for the rape ... - and so that fire inside of me makes me all excited about it. The next day it gives me horrible visions again, but eventually it is inevitable. ... dimplies turned into dolls? Well - at this rate there is no point continuing this!



But so yea - the dimplies wives have been kidnapped ... lets say that, they are at least deprived of them - and in that state, there is no joy in dimplietown!

Thats the more important thing. And so there is nobody taking care of them dolls, ... maybe because the toys protecting them or so and so operate by stones that the dimplies kindof keep running. I think this is a plothole that exists because here actually different things start to matter - or two things co-exist that are actually one and the same. Or magic. Whatever. "Duh". And in some general absence of the Light the crooks further spread their evil doing.

So - I think I'm not adding, I'm just expanding contextually. ... //17:22

Dinglies ... hmmm.