IRELAND: Sluts and Need for Balance

I can't force anything right now.

It's feel's very strange right now to even try, especially as a woman, especially when I asked for sense and adults from my country.

It's this masculine void that is hurting me very much.

And what if it never occurs, then it will violent back but maybe freeing.

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Intellect, Nature & society were more at one with each other in the past.

(It's highlighted in the poem below.)

This has been my search.

Connecting dots.

Where is this found?

It is why I hate and abhor Type A or Government frameworks moving into all areas of life, private and personal.

The upset of balance.

The sense is missing to the reality.

Things are aligned with each other, naturally.

People. Places. Things.

Like magnets.

They are suppose to align and draw on and be drawn to each for harmony and balance.

Teacher's need to teach. To add that wisdom or balance to their world.

Not just facilitate agenda's 1st, for otger business men's profit costs.

The flow is interrupted.

A gap. And widening.

It will require filling.

Connecting.

And by what and who.

Business men and profiters and emotional people don't get to make and fill that sense for others. The interruption of mine for a laugh. Or others.

And if force, force will slap back.

Force beget's force.

It's a bollicking.

Right now not havjng my father's house or a husbands or partners to go to is really strange to me. Not right. Not balancing.

And forcing a perceived path to success in the monetory world is a trap.

Everything in nature has harmony and balance.

Every human too.

And right now the void is so obvious and full, that if I don't stop and let it be filled.....I can't force what isn't there or what hasn't naturally aligned or occured according to nature. Not for egos or ideaologies or orgasms or looks.

The need for balance.

I need to be a teacher and not those paths have become narrow and irrelevant because you. 

20000 for a certificate is only forcing it.

I already spent my years studying and working. And i'm smarter and more suited than most to lead even the mediocre in it.

It was conned, and my work opportunities by you all, to attain forward progress, interfered.

According to your frameworks, things are being controlled, mismanaged, and unequally balanced because of a biased interests in your favours and the promotion of paperwork over reality and needs for progress and survival.

When all you have is paperwork and certs but no output and progress, you don't have anything.

If I don't stop now, the scale will tip.

And this is a male problem that having none, not having that balance in society or through actions or through strength or through not being able to rest as a woman, in my own womanly house, was made for me because of you.

It's like stuff is going to go iverted and upside doen and inside out.

Implode.

Because of a lack of man. Man traits.

Man providing.

Man caring.

Man protection.

Man energy.

It make's me sick.

The women are outmanning the male's in energy and also not stepping forward.

Profits and how they are made aren't masculine or for women or were for me or my family.

In a female sovereign island of pure natural providance, why isn't is there that for me or women and our children?

That wavelength doesn't need further mad bastards or good two shoe pretenders, we need realism, or we will loose ground.

This has been an obvious thing in life since a young person, the need of men and a man here.

There is too many self-centered protectionists and egos.

There has been the anihilation of the Irish man into an emotional woman or disregulated in terms of strength. Because of society sole profit interest for the few. The few who are tipping the balance.

The bitchy type, the boy, is just another type of woman and that's not balance for anyone.

Because men hold ground and weight.

And that space is held for women and progress and expansion.

And what happens when there is no ground or space or weight holding reality down?

What happens when men don't man?

We all loose!

If women don't have men to balance them out, their families, we don't have balance. Nature and progress and balance doesn't have it.

It's dipping.

That is the truest form of the expression, depression.

Because there wasn't a balancing counter part.

And the fact that men don't volunteer for it, is the scariest part in this play.

Or they allow themselves be lured away for a game by further imbalancers for quick non commital no gain.

This is a male error.

And it mighty effects everyone because conscience's and choice's weren't respected, there was unwelcome interference, and adults played games with other people's life's, they weren't holding themselves responsible or accountable to.

And that isn't reality.

Not even scientifically.

The lack of male providence in one or spread out between many for the female balance has not been honoured, met or respected or joined.

Women aren't bing honoured or protected.

Profits and orgasms and egos are.

I can't connect to anything much right now because the balance of true male masculinity is not there.

The balance has not been maintained.

Or volunteered for.

Or manifested.

And the seeking of it, has been interupted or narrowed in or closed off by opportunists who opperate from similar feminine traits.

None which are good for male or female society. Balance. The world. 

Yin / Yang.

What scientifically occurs when there is an imbalance in a state of affairs, 

or a depression has occured due to a state not being maintained?

I no longer fear to hold onto nothing.

My way has annoyingly been interefered with for so long.

Where is this male counterpart??

And if any slut thinks there are getting in my way, you'd want to think again.

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"Turning and turning in the widening gyre   

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst   

Are full of passionate intensity."

("The Second Coming" By W. B. Yeats)