Fortean Sexuality: "I Married a Lesbian"

When I saw this link on Rense.com: "I Married a Lesbian," I just knew it was from Henry ("Mad") Makow. I clicked over, and sure enough, toots, I was right! The article isn't by old Henry himself, it's written by Dan Abshear, but Henry has given the piece his A-okay.

There are soooooooo many things wrong, (and yet, sadly hysterically funny even if the latter is unwittingly so) with this article, beginning with the title of course. Then the sexist comment about the "...extremely rare and hard-to-find image of lesbians who aren't extremely hot." Implying of course that, well, lesbianism is kind of okay as long as the women are "hot" and getting off the severely fucked up hetro males viewing such images.

Oh, and then there's this:

She and I are 4th cousins as well.

She became "interested" in him when he was 21 -- how old was she? They're fourth cousins. They met when he was 14 . . . anyway, they marry, and he quickly wonders why his wife is "unresponsive" to him. Sex is not the thrill it  should be. So instead of asking her why she finds him repugnant he begins a program of self-improvement:

She was sexually impotent with me, and this puzzled me. So, I began to exercise very aggressively and intensely. This would include such activities as weightlifting and long distance bicycling.

While rather puny when I got married, I developed into quite a attractive and sturdy young man. This was all to please my wife and gain her affection. I improved my diet and continued these exercise habits until the age of 40.

Since this didn't increase her intimacy toward me, I began to wonder if she wanted me to make more money. The first six or so years of our marriage, I barely made more than minimum wage. We were very poor, and in debt.

And so on, him trying to find ways to make his wife sexually and emotionally responsive. No where does he write if he tried talking to her about these intimate issues.

Things go along for twenty years, including having a child, and hubby insists his wife seek therapy, which she does. Alarmingly, her psychiatrist breaks the rules of ethics and confidentially and tells him that:

... I visited the same psychiatrist. He told me that my wife was in fact a lesbian, and that it would destroy me in time if I did not divorce her.

Here's a huge WTF moment:

Interestingly, our sex life actually improved a great deal. It appears that my knowing she was a lesbian may have given her some freedom.

And yet, the marriage fails, because, among other things, she "falsely" accused him of domestic violence. So the lesbian wife, er, ex-wife, moves out. Not, however, with her female lover, but:

And my ex wife has yet to disclose to anyone that she is a lesbian. She continues to live this lie. My ex wife presently has a boyfriend in order to continue the concealment. ..

I'm not sure what the point is, other than it appeared on Henry Makow's site, which is notoriously misogynist and homophobic, and such lurid stupidity reigns.

As usual, the majority of comments left at the end of the article are as scary as the rest of what gets thrown up there. Like this philosophical sharing from "Marcos":

One thing every man should know is that you never, never satisfy a woman by appeasement...


As Americans say, she is sh*t testing you, to check if you are really worth her relinquishing sexually to you. The answer is to show strength and dominance, and never the contrary, trying to please her, to be "nice" which is what most men do. This will only make the woman despise your weakness even more. . .


Understand that this unconscious, biological. Women need to be certain that they've got the best men her looks can "buy". If she feels irritated, frustrated around you (and still you are a good guy), she has doubts about her choice. When you assert your dominance, those doubts are gone. As Henry says, women need to relinquish power to the man, but only to those she admires. Women are hypergamous, i.e., they always go for the alpha male, for the powerful man. You must assure that you are this man.

Marcos left a link to his blog. Oh dear fucking god. Here it is, if you dare: Citizen Renegade.

Ida Craddock: 'Sexual Outlaw, Erotic Mystic'

Reviews of: Vere Chappell's Sexual Outlaw, Erotic Mystic: The Essential Ida Craddock.

A skeptic view (fantasy prone, sexual abuse, etc.) on the following but still interesting: THE MAGONIA BLOG: Sexual Outlaw, on the story Ida Craddock. Craddock (1857-1902) was a sexologist, who learned about sexual pleasures from 'Soph' a ghost. Parallels to Mary, to contactees, succubi and incubus, and to all those sexual-supernatural unions are obvious. I haven't read the book; I'm not familiar with Craddock  but I'm looking forward to reading this book.

I notice that the forward is written by Tarot author and scholar Mary K. Greer. 

Craddock was the victim of her times; the moral setting she lived in would have put her in prison for her attitudes, (she was the target of "Anthony Comstock and his Society for the Suppression of Vice . . ." according to this review on Vere Chappell's bio page.)  Instead, she committed suicide.

My Utterly Completely Wondrous New Age OOBE

This is going to put my, er, "fans" right over the edge, and might even exasperate a few who otherwise think I'm fairly sane. But the truth is the truth so here we go.

I've been working a lot with various things, some of which I won't go into here, but a lot of meditation, focusing, along with crystal work and so on. Whenever I've done this, it seems to awaken other parts of myself.

The other night I had the most intense, involved, and vivid out of body experience I've ever had. Now, I've had these off and on all my life, and it happened a lot when I was a kid and until I was in my teens. After that, my astral traveling, or OOBEs, occurred only a few times a year, if that. And for the past several years, whenever I felt myself leaving my body, I'd panic, and "slam" back into myself, not getting anywhere at all.

When I start to leave the body, I hear roaring and rushing sounds, sometimes a train like sound, bells clanging, and, for lack of a better term, "angelic voices." Yes, I said it: angelic voices. Whatever.

All right. So last night, I wake up, because I had a sudden pain at the top of my head. I had somehow slammed my head into the metal headboard. I assumed that, in my sleep, I had moved upwards a bit and banged my head. But I found that I wasn't near enough the headboard, (with the pillows behind me and all) to have done that. The moment I had that realization, I started to leave my body, but the "pull" was from my feet this time. I heard that rushing roaring sound, the bells.

And then, I felt a massive pulling at my left foot. Someone was pulling -- hard! -- on my left foot! I had the distinct impression that "it" was saying "All right, you wn't go out that way, let's try this way." At first I was frightened: "What the hell?!" I thought, almost panicking (and feeling very silly for it) "Is there some incubus/demon/alien trying to get at me?" But as soon as I had that thought, I realized -- I knew, -- whatever it was pulling at me was both a part of me, and something outside of myself, and whatever "we" were, was benign. In fact, I suddenly knew, that it was healing me.

I had been working a lot on my left leg. For years I've had chronic -- often severe -- problems with my left foot and ankle. Some days I could barely walk. (The one surgeon I went to said the injuries were too old and nothing could be done.) I also fell a couple of years ago at work and hurt my knee, and that flares up a lot, causing a lot of pain. I can't bend at the knees, due both to just being out of shape and overweight, as well as the injuries. So I've been doing a lot of meditation on that area, a lot of work.

And this pulling from beyond was incredible, the "thing" or being or whatever it was, and I got a distinct sense of power and intelligence, a consciousness, was healing my foot and ankle.

Then things got really interesting.

I "took off" then, racing along, with all that roaring and rushing. I was being propelled rapidly through -- I don't know what it was through, the "grid," the "matrix," . . . Lots of lights and colors, and sounds. Aside from the roaring and bell sounds, I heard static and radio sounds, like someone moving a dial on the radio very fast, trying to settle on a station. It did settle on a "station" -- the song was a 1950s style "Do Wop" song, except it wasn't any real song out there. Think of a movie; and the soundtrack created just for that movie, a recreation. It was like that. There was something funny about the song, and I remember laughing. Then, whoosh, off again and the music started changing, (sometimes there'd be snippets of voices speaking) and some classical music, then beautiful signing, female voices, then the "angelic" voices.

Things started to slow down a little but not much. We "flew" close to some large rocks on the beach; it was misty and vague. I could barely make out the ocean, but I had the sense it (whatever "it" is, or was) was showing me my future home. Or it had something to do with that. (this wouldn't be any great mystery, given that I plan on moving there, I just don't know when.)

During this entire experience the colors were amazing. Everything was astounding. Three things about this are so important: For the first time in a long time, in years, I was able to leave my body without fear and slamming back in, the intensity of the colors and sounds was unlike anything I've experienced (and the images; first time I saw some specific images, no matter how brief, form and unfold) and the length of time, were like no other experience, and the healing of my foot and leg was new, and a true gift.

I don't know what all of this was about, but it was incredible. And I'm very thankful.

image source: public domain, NASA

BVM Apparitions, UFOs and Deceptions

I have a new article up at UFO Digest: BVM Apparitions, UFOs and Deceptions.

Hunger of the Incubus

As twilight begins to caress the sky with it’s dark veil of ebony lace, the fear once again begins to creep into her consciousness. Contemplating sleeping on the couch or in the spare room, she succumbs to the knowledge that he will find her anywhere she rests her head. Stealthily and cautiously, she retreats to her bedroom wondering if he will come again tonight.
Slipping on her nightgown, she glances nervously around the room, anticipating his nightly attacks. Wearily, she turns out the lights and prays once again for the assaults to cease. All alone in her home, she waits, knowing that the predator is awaiting the perfect moment to strike. He always comes just as she enters the first stages of sleep. Out of shear exhaustion, she reluctantly closes her eyes, knowing full well what awaits her.
An hour later, she is awakened by a familiar sensation. The comforter is slowly being pulled to the bottom of the bed. Her nightgown is slowly and methodically being lifted up by unseen hands. Gently and slowly at first, teasingly. Clutching her hands together over her chest, she begins to whimper, recognizing the strategic pattern of attack. Once her gown is high enough, the invisible enforcer starts his brutal sexual attack. Crushing weight and forceful violation, the incubus defiles her and restrains her, forcing her hands above her head. The bruises from the previous attack hadn’t even healed yet.
During the assault, the entity transforms himself from an invisible perpetrator to one of horror and abomination. He manifests himself into the ultimate evil phenomenon.
Enduring the pain, she cries and lies still, praying it will end soon…until tomorrow night.
An incubus, the male version, or succubus, the female, has been a mysterious paranormal phenomenon for thousands of years. Described as grotesque, but humanoid, in appearance they prey on the lone human while they slumber. The attacks can happen only once or go on for many months, sometimes years. Many an individual have been a victim of this horrific and terrifying experience.
The incubus is basically a poltergeist with an alternate desired energy source than the average annoying home wrecking poltergeist. Normally, a poltergeist is an entity that invites itself into a home and creates enough stress and havoc to feed it’s negative energy appetite. Manipulating and taunting, the poltergeist behaves irrationally and occasionally violently with the bewildered owners. Throwing objects, scratching or strategically exploiting the living, they strive to control the environment in which they decide. These paranormal vermin are not easily disposed of, but they have a tendency to simply leave out of the blue, when they feel the fun is over at that home.
An incubus or succubus is a poltergeist with a different energy consumption than the household variety. While the average poltergeist craves energy from fear, negativity and anger, the incubus also desires sexual energy. The prey of choice for these violent paranormal rapists is the single and sexually repressed individuals, as well as those who may have experienced sexual molestation in the past. Sexual energy is raw and powerful energy that allows the perverted entity to be extremely strong and very physical. While most poltergeists remain completely invisible and cause physical upset within the home in short bursts, the incubus can sustain physical and visual manifestation for several minutes due to the extreme power of the sexual energy he is absorbing.
Ridding yourself of this type of entity can be extraordinarily difficult as the attacks can cause great mental and emotional strife. Support from loved ones and spiritual advisors is highly recommended as well as clarifying the home of negative energy. Positive energy introduced into the home will hopefully help clear out the unseen predator faster. Attacks are less likely if another individual is in the home or bedroom. Having a friend or family member stay often would be a great source of positive energy as well as helpful for the victim.
Calling upon your spirit guides and angels is a must when attempting to flood your home and soul with positive, healthy energy.

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