In the middle ages prostitutes were legal because the urges of men were so hard to control and the church/state thought that this was the smallest of all plausible evils (concentrate all the perversion unto a few sacrificial women so that the rest may remain pure). Today, instead we have internet pornography which in many ways is not dissimilar to prostitution except for the fact that it is free (prostitutes are expensive) and that it requires no physical effort (getting up and walking to the far edge of town where the house is takes energy and the townspeople will know what you are up to). There are arguably fewer inhibitors on porn than on prostitutes as far as a man's access so his impulse control becomes much more important. On the other side there is the perspective of total control, resist all urges indefinitely by willpower. Did you know that when you have a pet bird and you accidentally pet its erogenous zones (basically anywhere but the skull), if there is not a female bird for it to mate with, it will eventually start pulling out its own feathers and picking at its skin with its beak from complete frustration? As men we can commit ourselves to total control but the state of society does not allow this. Women leave the house scantily clad, media is completely sexualized, people are having relations out of wedlock, we live in a totally promiscuous society (I can't even go to the grocery store without a s--- shooting bedroom eyes in my direction). So even though we are in every way superior to birds (except in flight, lol), a sexual urge is bound to arise in us, physically, whether we will it or not, and if we hold out long enough we may not be in a better state than a frustrated bird. I think it is about managing it the best you can. If you can't control yourself and wank off, don't binge. Make it a one time thing. I've noticed that my anxiety/depression fades so much faster when it is a one off thing instead of a small binge or heavy binge. If I do it once, I can be back to my B+/A- game in 2 or three days, and often when we let the energy build up we don't even need porn to do it. That much I think we are capable of the discipline. TLDR: Lets say the longest you can hold out is two weeks. In one month that means you have (14-3)*2=22 days where you are set up for success and if you don't binge and only do it once there are 6 days where you might feel like a C grade or anxious. That's pretty good.
We need to retain the seminal fluid and transmute it. However, to do this over longer and longer periods of time takes patience, persistence, and faith. The second a lustful thought arises in your mind it’s your responsibility to disengage with it, not the scantily clad women’s responsibility or anyone else’s. This takes awareness, along with patience, persistence and faith. Aren’t these the real “superpowers”?
I understand the moral ideal, but I can't help but think that in practice you are either a hypocrite or someone with impotency.
Now, now. No need to get your knickers in a twist. I’m certainly not impotent. I’ve been putting retention and transmutation of seminal fluid into practice every single day, along with other practices. I walk my talk. Am I free of lustful urges? Not yet, but the more I work, the less hold they have over me. Fear feeding lust Lust feeding fear Where has awareness of being Been all these years?
Thanks for the advice dude. You really know how to see in between the lines and explain things in a profound way that I never thought of before. Yeah I guess I'm just a pussy for not being able to endure the unrelenting suffering from a lack of sexual connection. I'm gonna work on it by practicing every day.
I'm so deep that when I look at the bottom of the Marianas Trench I can see my own face staring back up at me! I'm fast too. I raced Monkey to the end of the universe and beat him! This victory, plus my profound knowledge of existence, enabled me to prevent Monkey from pissing on Buddha's fingers and upsetting that venerable sage. (Monkey thought that the five pillars he saw marked the endpoint of the universe, the fool!)
The "methods" I've been working on Don't go down With the dopamine crowd They say it's not science I say you don't need no license To experiment yourself Instead of always someone else Pride, laziness, and fear Don't like to lend their ears To challenging ideas Let alone act Isn't that a fact? If you're ok with that Then let's have a chat
You ever see the movie Amadeus? Well its about a one sided rivalry between Salieri and Mozart. Throughout the entire film Salieri repeatedly complains that he gave his entire sex life to God, he never committed a single sexual sin, yet Mozart, an eccentric partier, is such a better composer than he is. He pleads to God, why can't I be a musical genius? Well, by the end of the film we very well realize that Salieri had little to 0 sex drive to begin with, so his "sacrifice" of giving sex to God, in fact, meant very little. Your poem inspired such a forgotten memory to arise in my mind, and it is a funny movie, so thank you.
I haven't seen Amadeus. Thanks for the info! Well, I guess a strong sex drive can be a blessing, or a curse. Isn't retention and transmutation (and creativity like Mozart & co) the way to make it into a blessing? And I don't mean celibacy. I'm mean chastity. By the way, I heard that listening to classical music without distractions (especially Beethoven) can help in the transmutation. What if it's true?!