Teaching Women to Respect Men Makes Me an Outlier

How sad is that?

I teach women to respect men. I teach them to ignore the culture and recover their injured instincts. I teach them to hop off the treadmill that modern feminism put them on, which encourages repugnant disrespect and judgement of men. This is combined with the suppression of an irrational hunger to be rescued by one, and a natural hunger to surrender and love one. I teach them to drop into their heart centers, know what they believe, seek God and steady themselves in spiritual living. This is in order to welcome the accelerated spiritual growth that is marriage. All this makes me an outlier. A strange, oddly old fashioned and quirky teacher, foreign to present day dynamics. I’m too far out for the religious, but I want the secular to enjoy a daily discipline matched to the religious. I seem religious to the secular, because I want them to know God. Somewhere in there, I keep trudging along, because I see the transformational tears of the women I teach, and they mean more to me than income.

I teach the gals who are dating to ignore men who prioritize texting on apps. Men nowadays seek weeks on end of texting and phone calls, because leadership (and control) in women cause them to see that as the viable option for partnership. These are women who are soaked in the stink of distorted, deadening feminism that permits injured initiative in men. Men’s initiating instinct is eroded by porn addiction, along with punitive fear of the “me too” movement, which fortified disrespect and repugnant judgement of good men. Meanwhile, sickos continue to go uncensored on Twitter; untracked, and not detained. (If you don’t know that Me Too was a timed psyop that we all fell for, myself included, start learning about how long Rose McGowan tried to get help and warn people about Harvey Weinstein.)

I am teaching the birds and the bees. I teach ageless, unbreakable, unstoppable concepts. This is because they are God and nature’s, not man’s. The kind of concepts that got you here, reading this. I teach people to take an inventory of the self before they start a search for someone to blame. If they already have someone, I teach them to stop blaming. The problem is almost always you. Hint: that goes for anyone, anywhere, in almost any situation.

I am unable to subtract politics and the current culture from my work. That is because the truth is obvious, and a wretched agenda of globalist ideals is smothering young men and women under a blanket of benign misunderstandings that grow into cancerous lifestyles. Globalist agendas want docile, neutered, paranoid men bending over their phones on city sidewalks. Sidewalks where men used to sing, and tip their hat at beautiful women passing by, out of a heartfelt cherishing of their own mothers and life itself. Globalist agendas want the women to disrespect the men bending over their phones. Women today are urged to pass them over completely, ultimately rejecting only their own ageless, undeniable virtue and fertility. Principles of procreation, sovereignty and synergistic power, the kind that never says a word and energetically moves a mountain, must be smothered along with masculine initiative. Porn is encouraged for women now too. They are likely allowing desire for raw, undeniable masculine initiative in secret, alone on a screen. Last, the forced experimental shots have advanced this agenda and sabotaged the simplicity of this biologically based balance between men and women.

This is how you make a bunch of mealy wimps who think through having kids so long that they miss their alarm clock, the promotion, never bother to get a driver’s license or even two wheels, and need the state. That’s in order to make the rent, on top of the prioritized meds sitting in the bathroom cabinet of an echoing urban apartment.

Essentially, I activate the work of Dr. Pat Allen. Too politically incorrect for the mainstream, many don’t even know how critical her work is, because saving humanity is simple. It means keeping people having babies. Pat said that sperm is cheap and eggs are precious. That it’s “a man’s world and a woman’s universe”. She started it, this passion I have to remind women that the most powerful person in the room usually says the least, demonstrating a reverence for God that cannot be faked, and sovereignty over the self.

I am endlessly curious about the work that I am doing. It gets me out of bed in the morning to write down what I need to respond to a client, since some of them hire me just to correspond in Voxer. It looks like nothing to my husband and kids, which I like. It rarely gets in the way. I just run out to the studio to Zoom, walk outside with my phone, start a piece like this on my iPad. Then I return to prove these concepts to myself because they work in my family life.

I am motivated by a blend of heartfelt service, common sense and subtle impatience with the decline. I am sick of women getting erased by a disgusting trans agenda ($1.3M over a lifetime per kid) and a distorted version of the once-necessary movement that truly liberated women in the workplace and at the bank. I reject the even, boring, equal virus that traps women every day, leaving them focused on work and isolated and confused about love. Ever seen a kid enjoy a see-saw by sitting still with someone who is the same weight on the other side of it? Me neither. The list of comparisons and memes on basic, common sense truths about the “equal virus” is long. The real question is, when will we actually notice, listen and reject it all?

If you need a boost to your rapport with these concepts, the chapter on sex in Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill is a real literary slap upside the head and reminder in contrast on just how bad it is out there. That’s if witnessing Katie Hobbs getting praised by a corrupt media for hiding from legitimate debate and sharing selfie videos in her sexy baby voice isn’t enough. If you understand the basics on anima and animus, masculine and feminine energy, (regardless of gender) you know that assertive, direct, rational energy is true sanity and safety in public interaction and public service. Emotional, indirect, sing songey affect from remote venues (there’s that screen again) is not. Join me in suspicion of a mainstream media that refuses to be held to account for fairness in reporting in-person observations of truth in society. They simply reject common decency. Why?

I run a membership of courageous real women who work on themselves. I am writing this because I wonder if I send this out there, will men and women who resonate with it, find each other as a result? I am in the business of building great teammates and teams. Although the women I work with are all engrossed in life. They are saturating their hearts with the wonder of exalted emotion and real spiritual growth. The “results” are in God’s hands. (for more info on all my services just click the picture.)