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on the reasons for the inability to love, welcome, and give oneself completely (start music below before reading) Introduction: The Modern Woman This text introduces a new topic to the website: a subject that is rarely discussed because it is difficult, uncomfortable, and obscure, both for individual and collective consciousness. I am talking about women, and the GAP , the obvious gap between how they are shown, used, imagined... and how they really are, flesh and blood, ideas and brains, soul. The real woman is not as healthy as she is portrayed and obsessively projected on TV, movies, video games, newspapers, and commercials... all caught up in that monolithic idea of a woman who is always perfect and flawless, the indestructible heroine of modern image-conscious society, a tireless tool for commercial use in the market of capitalism and consumerism. Returning to Earth, however, we find ourselves with a different reality... and I am not talking about the ma...

the face of the man in front of you, a 1990's book (start music below before reading) Iron John, by Robert Bly I am an adult with a boy inside, who was me sometime ago. A boy who has a child inside, who was me as a child. If we really are one inside the other then we are three; the child is movement, the constant potentiality of our life, a staminal cell from which a whole body develops, a mass of potential compressed elements of the brightest of suns; the boy , irresponsible, crazy, warrior who fights against who he is in order to become who he will be, a new Self; the man , experience, wisdom, advise, logic, rationality, faith. Being three to be one; feeling this continuity, feeling different but united, respecting our past, knowing who we are and welcoming who we will be, seeing further than our eyes, to hear beyond any barrier, perceiving the road to heaven, feeling the light movement of space, the taste of death, the dance of life, which sm...

female violence is typically different from male violence Introduction Female violence is a widespread phenomenon, but not always properly understood, both in its objective and statistical aspects and in the individual and collective unconscious of an evolving society. Violence has no sense, and has no sex . Bboth victims and perpetrators are slaves to a perverse and degrading mechanism that benefits no one, but only the destruction of everything. During the 19th century, physical violence, predominantly male, was clearly identified, addressed, and limited through laws and a new culture. Now, the new century presents us with the challenge of defeating an increasingly psychological and subtle violence, planned and intelligent violence, a highly dangerous and destructive violence, often hidden, cynical, collective, and oppressive, a violence, this time, led predominantly by women. The Undetected Female Violence Research conducted by Professor Rosanna Alfieri, Dire...

sex cannot free us, but we can free our sexuality (start music below before reading) The Sex Industry The sex industry is synonymous of the violence industry. It hasn't got an employer, but it can be anywhere. You see it on television, in advertisements, in newspapers, in the streets, but also more and more in school, at the work place, in families. As for every factory that pretends to produce and sell human qualities , the sex industry does not manage in its intent to represent what sex really is, but it vilifies it, and lowers it to a mere form of power, profit, visibility. The sex industry is like the drug industry. It produces a drug and sells it like a medicine and it starts from the children . People start as users and end up as dealers, in a kind of assembly line where on the tables you equally find the heads of men and women, butchers and victims, controllers and controlled, unaware and opposed players of the same tragic use and consumeri...

fatherless men.. and their failures with women The Possible Future of a Man (an enlightening dream) I am thirty years old and I would like to tell you about this dream : the dream begins in the morning, I am in my childhood home with my current partner, my mother is at the door and does not want to leave the room, and leave us alone, I argue with my mother, and all my relatives appear next to her with an air of disappointment. I jump forward in time . The morning is ending, and I find myself in a store with my ex-wife, but in the dream we are still married. Her relatives are there. I have to charge my phone, but there is a queue at the checkout. We are going to be late for the family lunch, and the blame will fall on me. I feel uncomfortable. We arrive at a house I don't recognize , a shabby environment with bare walls and worn red carpet. There are people inside I don't know; it looks like a seaport. A gypsy thief enters the room, my wife used to hate her.. bu...