Post #8

The Whores of the Matrix #1

- Experiences from the oldest service in the world -

Don't get me wrong - men are whores too

But women - are the highest power on our planet.
With their intuitive power, they are far superior to us men.
This power goes far beyond logical understanding - because it is divine.
This divine power was given to them right at the beginning of their lives.
But they have changed.

— Warning: Not suitable for minors —

What you are about to read wouldn't have even been acceptable to my best friend not long ago.
It will most likely be very disgusting, and many of you will unfriend me 😛
What is synchronicity?

Dr. Carl Jung, A. Einstein, and many others saw more behind coincidence; they called it "meaningful coincidences."

The language with which the gods speak to us.
Anyone can learn it and thereby gain advantages in their reality.
Over the past few months, I had the opportunity to learn how the matrix works in Thailand.

How we are structured or integrated. Intuitive behavioral experiments were conducted, which, for example, revealed a specific interpersonal pattern using the "Girlfriend Experience."

For this, I visited a deserted place ruled by two women.
In just a few weeks, a systematic, cross-personal behavior could be defined.
This could be derived from the service of paid, fake love.
These people lie to themselves and those around them and don't understand their bad moods. The Girlfriend Experience is a service that includes all the positive aspects of a relationship.
This service also captivated me. I became almost addicted to the attention and the selection available to me as a 33 year old young man with considerable power.
This way of being cared for was completely new. It was hard to hold back the tears when the local food was presented to me so incredibly sweetly and so gently placed in my mouth. I've never experienced anything like that back home. I had to understand this, and so I spent many years getting to know the culture and the people. A new awareness quickly developed regarding the service and showed me the work behind it. The emotional labor, which has to be supported with alcoholic drinks every evening. It's incredibly draining on the psyche.

Through my empathic abilities, I quickly notice an emotional imbalance in the person I'm with.
Therefore, I quickly turned my back on the service. But it was very interesting.
But I learned, saw, and understood for the very first time how deceitful women can be and how they exploit this sexual dependency, created instantly, for their own benefit.
This applies to all women in the world; no country differs in the way women play.
The "Girlfriend Experience" experiment is described in detail in the book.
Suffice it to say, two European women (Dana and Tanja) illegally appropriated the service and, with a plan familiar to me, sexual envy, wanted to hurt feelings.
Dana knew I liked her and used it to push me down.

The two women devised elaborate plans to disrupt my complex.
But it didn't work anymore. My awakening was already too far along.
They were completely baffled and even hired a gay friend to investigate what was wrong with me. But nothing helped. All that was achieved was a complete story with a successfully concluded experiment, culminating in the discovery of the 376 DNA principle.

But all those games took a toll on my energy.
So, after the conclusion, I fled from that mystical and lonely place.
Back to a more populated area.
It's really not easy to explain this one synchronicity to you. But I suppose I have to. Lol

So, after a long time of work and studying, I was alone again.
The rented house had a mystical, inescapable block on the Wi-Fi against any kind of pornographic content.
After those weeks, I had completely lost my desire for female company. But luckily, I'm bisexual and have ways to clear my head.

Of course, masturbation is enough; I do it regularly, even before I was caught up in this sex-envy delusion. But back then, there was the option of quick distraction from the web.
Now I live in a strict Buddhist house, with religious images on the walls and an unavoidable ban on porn.

(Which is absolutely right porn drains energy and creates a completely distorted view of sex.)
I was lying on the bed and, after a long time, had to give myself an orgasm through sheer imagination.

Surprisingly, it all went very well and quickly. I was even inexplicably able to ejaculate a lot and very far. The load shot all the way over my head.
From the beginning, though, it felt a bit suspicious to me to be able to ejaculate like a teenager again without any stimulation after the emotional stress. But I didn't think about it too much and kept going, feeling refreshed.
Days passed without anyone noticing, from very early in the night until evening while studying and working. My ejaculatory skills continued and peaked after two consecutive days.
That's where this synchronicity came from.

Relaxed on the bed again, I masturbated and this time watched some soft erotic content, the few posts on Reddit that were available. I admired those beautiful breasts and was extremely aroused.
The orgasm came again with the familiar force, only this time I looked down at the screen. Everything landed squarely on my right eye. Luckily, my glasses blocked it all.
So the full load hit the lens and hung down from the frame.
Barely recovered from the orgasm, I immediately burst out laughing and knew exactly who was responsible.
So I laughed and grumbled a bit to myself while the glasses were cleaned.

This setup was repeated the next day.
I lay relaxed on my back again, with two pillows behind me, looking at the small display.
Everything happened very quickly and reliably again, only this time I was somehow forced, unconsciously in the instant of ejaculation, to open my mouth and let out a rather atypical "to myself" moan.

That's how it had to happen, and the full load flew in with full force, landing on the roof of my mouth and tongue. This wasn't so funny anymore, and I started to argue, as there was a clear, recurring feeling of being mocked. Our feelings are the key to the soul and a divine connection.

So I was aware that my actions and timing weren't my own and that it must be coming from another reality. I just didn't yet know the reason for this deception.
So I grumbled for a while about this illogical behavior.
After these incredible feats, though, I started craving a real partner.
Women were out of the question for me for the time being. The last few weeks had shown me what really matters.
But luckily, I'm bisexual and can avoid those worries.
Real lust is also very important to me. As it happened, an old friend, "Natcha," lived not far from me. We've been in contact for many years, ever since we met on a dating site chat room.
She's a ladyboy and possesses an incredibly captivating femininity combined with the wisdom of a man's mind. Just two days earlier, while cleaning my glasses, I had mentally drafted a message to get in touch again after so long.
She was happy to hear from me, and we both became aroused. She was already standing in front of me, dragging me into bed.

We played around together in bed, almost innocently.
Now that there's no longer any doubt about these interdimensional clues and that we are souls, there's no more fear, of anything or anyone.

So it had to happen, and my cock slid into Natcha's ass.
Completely freed from all fear, orgasm was already imminent.
She noticed I was about to come and slid out again.
I jerked off my cock and wanted to spice things up a little more.
She pursed her lips and, kneeling, spat on my glans.

Lying on my back with my head tilted, I watched her.

But now it was already too late. The orgasm was over, and my sperm shot out of my glans straight toward her. At the same time, she aimed her saliva into a thick drop so that it fell.
The two different secretions now raced towards each other like two comets.

Each in opposite physical states.
Both drops collided halfway between them.
But as expected, the sperm was still at its peak.
Thus, with the increased acceleration it had gained, it carried the saliva along with it.
Both secretions, now fused into a large droplet, raced at high speed toward her face. With an almost dangerous force, the now intertwined thread struck her still-aiming left eye. Luckily, there was just enough time to close it.
A fit of laughter then ended the session for both of us.
This is a significant coincidence: first, I shot myself in the eye, then in the mouth the next day.
Only the following day did I present both of them in reverse as a clue.
That's how synchronicities work; they possess a meaning that only finds its validity in one's own consciousness. The meaning behind this was meant to repeatedly show me how deeply our bodies and thoughts are connected to something we can barely define, yet constantly see that it exists.

And that ladyboys are one step ahead of all of us.
They understand both sides of our gender.

Topic of the next short story, "Whore of the Matrix" #2
In a conversation with an old friend, we both poured our hearts out.
She said she was disgusted by sex and that she felt sick just seeing a penis. Meanwhile, I was preoccupied with the topic of bisexuality.
So we both talked about penises and how disgusting they are.
Shortly after, she found herself a boyfriend. Someone who was the tallest in the group.
Someone who needed his group's support to steal milk money from other children.
He was easy to manipulate, but he had no social standing.
Her next boyfriend was supposed to fix that. But now there was a new problem: she couldn't manipulate him anymore. But she found a way around that too. Because of her boyfriend's elevated social position, it was now possible to turn entire groups against individuals to avoid hurting their feelings too much.
Almost funny, she has a good friend who's only just now dating the tallest in the group.
She uses the same tactic, but this guy isn't working for her.

Because if it had been his idea, I'd be in the water.
But the poor dude knew it was a lie.
No wonder men become gay.
Both women despise prostitution but don't understand how they use sex for prestige or other purposes. This illogical thinking, however, has a system.
We're all in a game of the Matrix, where we're being tested.
The stupid thing is, we're dumb and don't understand our actions within it.
Time to wake up, guys!

We have a cool and funny God.