There are times when I am amazed of how a woman
will allow herself to be so engulfed in a man to a point she does not
consider the logic behind it. There is a drawing force that automatically draws a woman to a man. It gets a hold of her and takes her to another world. Some
people say it was activated in the Garden of Eden when the woman became
disobedient to the command of God. This hypnotic drawing force is often
times misinterpreted as falling in love by some women. In reality, it
is seduction Ė a means for a fall.
How does something like this happen? It happens very easily. Women become very susceptible to seduction in moments of loneliness, unhappiness and at times during stages of low self-esteem. The problem with this is the loss of power experienced once the seduction is successful. This usually means not an increase of love but a lack of love from the seducer. Their reason for the seduction is usually for self-gain. Women are the last to know as they find fulfillment in the connection to the man that has chosen her above other women.
Do you know men of God have this same seductive influence over women? Trust me; many of them know it too. They have a special way of making women feel they are so needed to carry out God's work. I've seen it several times where the woman in the church that motivates the pastor is usually not the wife. It is the woman who is faithful and appears for every service and event. She makes sure she has an active role in the church as to ensure the pastor has what he needs to be a success.
I remember catching a sample of a minister's arrogance and certainty I was a likely candidate for this special role. The minister would give me direct eye contact and a look that reassured me my presence was much needed. Eventually, that look convinced me he needed me in his church on a regular basis. I
was convinced I had a divine purpose and I must follow him wherever he
goes; couldn't anybody tell me Pastor didn't need me to be a great
minister so I kept coming back and waiting for that eye contact every
One day, I sat in a different place in the church
I noticed my pastor giving a woman that same eye contact he gave me.
This woman was just as confident and proud as I was about being needed
by our pastor. At this point, I began to observe at a distance this minister's interactions with women. Every last one of them was mesmerized by his mere presence. He knew how to make each one feel very special without physically going past holy boundaries. A hug or a hand shake did the trick; but nothing could beat that eye contact.
The confirmation that this wasn't just something in my mind came when I was becoming a regular and he started telling the other women to include me in special projects. They
didn't take it too well and they did just enough to not flunk the
Christian way of handling one another test as they turned their noses
up at me. I had to laugh inside as I saw how the minister
knew how to seduce women without sexual activity. Sure, to take
possession of a soul, you must first take possession of the mind. Trust me when I say, the most powerful bond between a male and female is not sexual but the joining of the minds. However, seduction has a unique and sadistically magical affect on the mind. It causes a woman to sacrifice herself for someone else without a just reward.
Ministers have many women who are connected to them by hypnosis. They absorb every single word he says and allow it to fill the empty places in their lives. Who wouldn't want to be close to a preacher, a man of God? The enticement takes place in being determined to do the right thing --- keeping the man of God happy. Though some fail and become sexually involved, most don't because their fulfillment is in knowing she is special to the pastor. Women give large sums of money to have that adrenaline rush. Some go so far as to give up their husbands. Women love their pastors because it is a safe love requiring only one thing; he needs me to do Gods work.
Don't believe me? Look a woman straight in the eye and ask her, how much do you love your pastor?
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Is religion causing a split among civilisations in the current global climate? Undoubtedly yes, with the conflicts between many religions being more than just a minor irritant. Infact, it is happening with alarming regularity. Is this the end of an enlightened age when man can talk their differences out without resorting to violence and war? Or did that age never even ever existed?
Itís time to clear up the obvious confusion surrounding the words "Christianity" and "fundamentalism." The two are not necessarily synonymous. Having posted on various debate boards on this very topic, I have observed more than a few schools of thought on each. This is not surprising, as the terms have different meanings for different people. Letís tackle Christianity first.
I am on the plane to Atlanta. I have been reflecting upon the Buddhist concept of emptiness over and over. If you are not familiar with Emptiness, it is one of the major facets of Buddhism but also one of the most enigmatic. I can perceive it intellectually, but somehow I cannot experience it emotionally. It has a great deal to do with the concept of Self, or rather Non-Self. Something to do with what really makes up a human personality and its connection with the outside world. We are supposed to be kind to each other because we are part of each other. Yet somehow the idea of all of us living as one entity is a bit much for my Westernized mind to wrap itself around. My first instinct is to separate my world into "mine" and "theirs." I am completely at a loss. Then, I look out of my window. From up here everything makes sense. As we ascend into the air, I try to focus on individual cars until my eyes cant strain to see them anymore. Then, I look at house lots with buildings that are so similar it looked like a Monopoly board, trees that were blocked into unnaturally geometric boundaries. I looked beyond and saw the vastness of everything. The world is so big, and yet I can still see the small dots of cars plodding along the road. Inside the cars and monopoly houses dwell people, with their own lives, their own triumphs, and their own struggles and pains. I see people going through the motions of life seemingly unaware of the other little dots, unaware that they all have the same end. I see countless people denying their own death. If there is a god, this must be the way he sees the world. Are we really as unique as we like to think we are? Each battle we fight has been fought before us: breakups, life decisions, poverty, losing a loved one. Although these can all be life changing events to an individual, its comforting to note that this battle has been fought and won hundreds of times and perhaps is being fought at the moment you are fighting it. This is the nature of a personal battle. Nothing is really new. The only new triumphs to be made are the triumphs of society as a whole: global alliances, scientific epiphanies, and integration. None of these can be done alone. We move as a single organism. When humanity makes a change, this is new. This is lasting. As I look at the world below me, I look into myself. I cannot pinpoint myself. I am a thought. I am a sensory experience. I am a feeling. A physical characteristic (Batchelor, Stephen. Buddhism without Beliefs). But really, I am very little other than a piece of a global puzzle. Some of us spend our lives searching for the other pieces in the form of soul mates or work. Little do we know that the pieces surround us every day, and all the pieces search for us.