Your Metempsychotic Genealogical Standard

[EscapedMentalPatientParticipant 1489]

I like to try to learn at least one new word a day. Retaining it is usually another story.

I’d never come across this one before, in terms of being a synonym for “rebirth” or type of psychological or spiritual “reawakening” or even god forbid “transmogrification”:

Metempsychosis:

noun, plural metempsychoses
[muh-tem-suh-koh-seez, -temp-, met-uh m-sahy-]
1.
the transmigration of the soul, especially the passage of the soul after death from a human or animal to some other human or animal body.

Pretty fancy for being a Phoenix from the ashes or such. Either way, pretty f~~~ing cool word.

I was thinking yesterday (god help us all) whilst on a hike; of just how many of us, particularly from Generation X, or priors, such as the Baby-Boomers have had to cut ties with some of our past in our quest to redefine ourselves as Men Going Their Own Way.

Cut ties with indoctrination which was so strongly hammered into us from the earliest years as to how we are/were to behave as men. Get born. Get toughened up by dad behind woodshed. Don’t lie. More woodshed activity. Get educated. Never be late. Get your first job. Work hard. Get more education. Maintain your credit rating. Get a career. Get married. Worship wife as some form of deity, protect her like a child from the ills of the world (you know, horrors such as Work, Accountability, Truth, and Honour). Have offspring. Let woman take over household and engineer everyone’s life so that the circle remains unbroken, all to keep her ass relevant and all important. Work for rest of life, save pension. Use none of the money for yourself. Your paycheque is the family’s paycheque, not yours. Probably don’t get to enjoy much of it, as you’ve worked yourself to f~~~ing death, and then she has that safety blanket and possible extra life insurance so that she can be secure and live it up for all of the hard work she’s put in being a mother. In some ways, in a Christian biblical sense, I wish god wouldn’t have added that pesky little caveat in the garden of eden where “To the woman he said, “I will make your pains in childbearing very severe; with painful labor you will give birth to children. Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you.” We’ve been listening to the painful childbirth thing relentlessly for over five thousand f~~~ing years or more, depending on your personal beliefs in the origin of man etc.

“Hey mom! I built a rocket in the backyard. I launched it just to the stratosphere, then managed to snap photos on the way back down from on onboard camera!”

“I carried you for nine months and was in labour for 12 hours and you weighed 9 pounds”. Trumped.

“No mom, I don’t wanna join the church choir. I’m gonna look gay in that frock dress thingy. I want to play hockey instead”.

“Yeah, well, I carried you for 10 long months and was in labour for 30 hours, and you weighed 14 pounds, so you can do this for your mother”. Trumped.

“Mom, I don’t want to go to Yale. I love working on cars. I really want to be a mechanic”

“I CARRRIED YOU FOR SEVENTEEN MONTHS, WAS IN LABOUR FOR NINE DAYS, YOU WEIGHED 118 POUNDS, AND I DIDN”T EXACTLY ENJOY THAT BUT I DID IT!!!!!” Trumped.

“Hey mom. I don’t want to mow the lawn tonight, I’m bushed. I had to do a double-shift at work, I’m going to mow the lawn tomorrow instead”

“I CARRIED YOU FOR SIX YEARS, WAS IN LABOUR FOR FIVE OF IT, YOU WEIGHED 437 POUNDS, HAD TWO HEADS AND A VOLKSWAGEN CAME OUT FIRST BUT YOU DONT HEAR ME COMPLAINING ABOUT BEING TIRED PLUS THE DOCTOR BEAT ME WITH A METAL STIRRUP!!!” Trumped.

“Mom, I wiped out really bad on my bike. I think I screwed my leg up really bad, having a hard time walking here. I don’t want to go to school today”.

“I GOT PREGNANT WITH YOU WHEN I WAS NINE, YOU STAYED IN MY BELLY UNTIL I WAS 47, AND YOU GOT SO BIG I HAD TO PUSH YOU OUT OF MY THROAT AND S~~~ YOUR TWIN SISTER OUT OF MY ASS, YOURE GOING TO SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Trumped.

All hail woman’s greatest achievement. A widening of the pelvis, a torn vagina, screaming, plenty of drugs to make it better, and a resultant life-security contract that any woman in the developing world would absolutely and literally kill for. Yes. I concede. Childbirth is difficult, no doubt. We get it. Men experience nothing in life because women have to push a watermelon out of their uterus. Crushed in a mining accident? Nada. She had a kid. An iron girder smacks you on the six-o’clock of the head at 180 feet in the air whilst strapped in fall arrest gear swaying in the wind? Child’s play. She pooped out a womb turd.

Luckily, as generations have progressed in this gynocentric world called earth, some of us are diverting on a new path of personal creation and sustainability, the more clever of us being MGTOW. (I’m thinking of writing the General Assembly of the International Astronomical Union who so callously booted Pluto from our Solar System, and took away his status as a planet. Earth is so f~~~ed now that we should reclassify it not as a planet, but perhaps a gigantic Vaginal Anomaly. V-3 or such.)

So now, we sit in quandary. As men, many of us tend to innately cling dear to our genealogy. Our past. Our ties. Our roots. Some of us often feel great pride in our father’s mark in history, and indeed their forefather’s. We honour our fathers (I understand that many men here may well not feel this way, and might feel quite the opposite due to having a father that was anything but honourable. For my brothers who’ve lived this painful circumstance, I apologize for speaking in generalities). Some of us pay great homage to our family’s historical bindings and roots, and feel the need to carry the torch.

At the same time, we are currently in revolution, MGTOW.com being an exceptionally valid, palpable and very real breaking of ties with historical demands which were unwillingly cast upon us. We might celebrate our blood, but at the same time are being reborn with new tenets of importance; clauses of behaviour and personal growth which fall quite outside the lines of “what’s been expected of us” and how we are to continue our bloodline. That sort of discourse.

I’ve personally held a very strong-willed and proud tie to my heritage and to the fiber of the men who gave rise to my family and it’s succeeding generations.

And I now sit in veritable protest, charring against the grain of the very things expected of me, and my generations prior. I gave it a shot in early life, got married, did all the right things. Both times, it ended in travesty, with me being the sole loser; my trophy for “winning”, nothing but a shoddy plastic transaction which would pay for the welfare of the undeserving. I still thank myself daily that I absolutely forbade myself from having children unless the situation was %1000 “right”……….and it never was. So I remain childless. And I am proud of it.

While I’ve risen from the ashes of my self-engineered demise (entirely unwittingly and well-meaning in it’s inception), I still pay homage to the blood that brought me here. I will no longer follow their ways, and am at an age where I am now officially successful in having done so. I own my own home, I no longer make payments to some entity which was legally entitled to half of the fruits of my endeavours. I like my family history, and have bathed and basked in it for many years. I enjoy genealogy.

But it’s interesting to note that each of us have begun a new path, divesting others who’ve attempted to bind us by social construct and servitude. We’re engineering the demise of this expectation of ourselves, and we’ve begun a new family. For those of us who are childless, we do so as brothers. For those of us who aren’t, I only pray that your impact as a father on them is one of a new light, where these young men might go forth in the world, under a new standard. One where they might once again be King of their own domain. Free from the diatribe and tripe that is the modern woman’s desire to control and have all.

I’ve long hung my family’s coat of arms and heraldry in my home.

Just for fun, I designed a new one. It incorporates my lineage, and my historical “being”, but gives rise to a new standard on which I might hang my hat or use as drapery for a reminder of not just where I’ve been, but where I am going. I’ve kept traditional gaudy colours and all (this was often deliberate, so that a standard or heraldry would be highly visible in battle, from great distances, prior to the advent of modern communication.) but I’ve modified it in such a way that it breaks from the past, while breathing anew.

Join in the fun if you so creatively desire, and design your own. The only rules are that you maintain something of your heritage from the past, while giving a sense of moving forward.

Behold my new Heraldry, gaudy traditional colours and all, and join in the fun if you’re bored some night. Carry your beast into your battles! 😀

Cheers! Prost!

[ILiveAgainParticipant]

I love it …. especially the faithful dog atop the helmet.

Mine would just consist of a patato with probably a propeller on top …. being Irish and love flying.

Also agree at how harsh it is …. awakening …. from ones own self inflicted illusions and the trauma of indoctrination by those we trusted.

While doing my family tree a few years ago …. a pattern of men working, fighting and dying was running throughout. The women were marring and having kids 2 or 3 times over.

The womens bloodlines spread much further then the dead mens.

I’ve cast it all off. I was reborn at age 45. Whatever I was back then has long gone and a new ….. wiser fool is in his place.

The breaking away was a terrible experience but only because I was left falling through a void to the unknown.

Had I know the soft gentle pastures of mgtow were at the end of that fall …… I would have jumped at 15 ☺

[John Woods 13Participant 2855]

Very thoughtful post. I have also been thinking about the different MEs. I’ve changed my world view in a major way 3 times in my life, and each of those times it was horrible to see how much indoctrination had been pumped into me. The first realization was about friends and family, the second about politics and overall society, and my last awakening was about marriage and the illusion of blue pill.
Basically I had to find out the hard way that family and friends will NOT be there for you no matter what, society and politicians are “every man for himself” and big government is there to screw us, and that love and marriage is just a fairy tale filled with unicorns.
Now, I know I have my work cut out for me to teach my kids that MOST of what they will be told is a f~~~ing lie.

The answer is NO. “I could but I won’t”. Memini murum!

[stopmockingmanParticipant 441]

Beautiful story man, very impressive to me.
Detaching from the myths of these times, is a good thing.
Having kids, I am not sure about that yet, my Dad told me God wanted them, that is where it lies. Good enough.
I love myself, because as a bible reader, I think I am here for a reason, I just don’t know that reason yet.
Interesting, we read about many things, many people, the poor the rich, funny how life ends up with everyone.
The rich have no favor, the poor no more favor.
Everyone turns to dust.
So I ask this question?
What is the meaning of it?
Is this a lesson?
A test?
Take care, friend.

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