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EXACTLY. if you don't feel safe or comfortable doing it you don't have to tell your family or followers or even your friends. you can start thinking of yourself as a man today and figure out your transition later.

“white men can’t be oppressed” -> gay men

“heterosexual men can’t be oppressed” -> trans men

“cis-het men can’t be oppressed” -> intersex men

“perisex men can’t be oppressed” -> disabled men

“able-bodied men can’t be oppressed” -> neurodivergent men

“cis-het perisex white able-bodied neurotypical men can’t be oppressed” -> buddy let me tell you about wealth and class and homelessness and immigrants and minority languages and cultures and being a child and being an elderly person and and and

These are just a few of the reasons I LOVE the LGBTQIA+ community so much!

It's always important to remember what being a part of a community like this means. For me personally it means home, it means love, friendship and safety but for millions of people across the world right now it's the opposite, with everything going on in the world (especially with the recent rulings in the UK and USA) it's easy to forget that not everyone has a safe space in the world, they're being persecuted and hated for just being themselves!

Remember people, be there, be seen, be careful, be proud but above all be kind!

And on that note, if you need a friend, a place to vent or rant about anything that's going on in your life then my inbox and DMs are open to all who need a friendly face and listening ear.

If your family don't accept you then I'm your family now. Go eat, drink some water, and take your meds!

Today we’re gonna be looking at the actual core of the feminine, with regard to a nakshatra we’ve all heard so much about.

Ashlesha is nakshatra that you’ll see a lot in New Age circles and Vedic Twitter and tumblr as being one of the main lunar mansions of “feminine mystique”, whatever the f*ck that means. Yin, magnetic, seductive eyes, frigid sexuality, paralyzing power of the kundalini, tantra queens, makeup, glamor, prostitution, channeling erotic female Lilith energy, etc etc etc etc.

Very much of this is due to what that uwu princess female adept woman has put out into the world, and I have to say… the feminine mystery part is true—just not in the way that one would think, and certainly not in the way that ms. nócty thinks.

Ashlesha is said to be the birth nakshatra of Ketu, which I ruthlessly dragged in another one of my posts. But today we’re going to look at the other side of Ketu. Ketu is associated with strīm̐ (स्त्रीं), the strī bija, which directly translated means the “woman root syllable”. As you may know, Ketu is associated with excavation, spiritual knowledge, looking past superficialities, and the “root” of things. And these significations are of the utmost importance when a woman wants to know her true spiritual power.

Ketu is associated with 2 vidyas: Dhumavati and Tara. Tara is the concept of strī, woman, itself. Both of these goddesses are described as absolutely horrifying to look at; Dhumavati (me, lol) is ugly, old, haggard, frightening, wrinkled, and nasty, and Tara is fat, disheveled, pot-bellied, and described as extremely awkward to look at. And yet… they are the only goddesses who have the ability to save. Not Lakshmi, not Kamala, not Tripura Sundari, not Bhuvaneshwari. Dhumavati brings about Daruna Ratri, which brings about the end of the corruption of the world, and Tara comes from the Sanskrit root word tṝ, which means to cross over or to transcend. Tara is commonly referred to as a boat that takes one over the sea of samsara, and this is confirmed even further by Tara’s association with the Matsya (fish) avatar of Vishnu.

Tara and Dhumavati, along with their yantras

To understand the freeing power of Ketu, especially for women, we have to look at the mythology of the Nagas, the rulers of Ashlesha. They are said to reside in the lowest realm, buried deep (Ketu) under all the others. This realm is known as Patala Loka. Patala Loka is unique in that it is not illuminated by solar bodies like the other realms; it is illuminated by the jewels worn by the Nagas of Patala Loka, each of them having their own brilliance and luster.

“There is no sunlight in the lower realms, but the darkness is dissipated by the shining of the jewels that the residents of Patala wear.”

Ashlesha, according to ms. nǒckty, is characterized by external “feminine mystique” and makeup and glamor that creates the “yin” to attract solar energy to it, since feminine beings—again according to her—are unable to produce their own light.

But if you dive into the deepest realm, characterized by the feminine powers of the Nagas, you’ll see that they have no need for a Sun to provide illumination. Their own gems are enough to bring light to the entirety of Patala Loka. And for all the nǒckty worshipers who by now still haven’t gotten the point: a woman in her most profound state of existence does not need a man to give her anything for her to spiritually progress. What she needs is already within her. All she needs to do is to dive deep within herself to find these gems that are inherent to her. As women, the brilliance of our own consciousness is Tara herself, who is herself Dhumavati, the one who has no consort because she is enough for herself.

This is the true core of the feminine and is the essence of my messaging here. You as a woman have the gift of unimaginable spiritual clarity, and the way to get there is not by dolling up your temporary physical vessel in order to attract a “virile solar being” who will simply reduce you to a physical object to be used and cast aside. You as a woman do it by excavating deep into yourself and finding the mysteries within. You as a woman do it by realizing that YOU are the true virile solar being. And this is how you as a woman cross the ocean of samsara and into liberation.

I know, I know, women from any nakshatra can be fat. I mean, I myself am fat and fugly and I don’t have Rohini, BUT… this nakshatra’s specific type of fat is highly distinctive in that it’s uniquely… lumpy. Lumpy Dumpy Humpty Dumpty is exactly the name I came up with to describe the sentient blob known as Rohini.

I know that in general, my descriptions of the women of the various nakshatras are vastly different from what female adept uwu princess klăire nókty puts on her stupid site, but with Rohini, what I’ve observed is basically what she’s observed, appearance-wise. Where we differ greatly here is in the interpretation of it all. Before we go down that rabbit hole, let’s first take a look at some specimens of this rotund toad of a nakshatra.

Sarah Huckabee Sanders, Rohini Moon (this Jurassic Park-like figure also has Ashlesha Sun… so that’s why she looks like a cavewoman):

Cupcakke, Rohini Sun:

Amy Schumer, Rohini Sun:

Awkwafina, Rohini Sun. Somebody said she looks like an expired lemon and I couldn’t agree more:

Florence Pugh, Rohini Moon:

Hillary Clinton, Rohini ASC. Gurl chill the food is not going to run away:

Now that we’ve examined the toads, let’s get started on some detailed analysis. At first I thought this was gonna be a short, fun hit piece on these Jabba the Huts, but I’ve decided that I need to take y’all down a rabbit hole that contains all sorts of horrors that one wouldn’t typically associate with this nakshatra upon reading its generic descriptions.

First, I will explain why I put (Rotting) in the title. For this, we’ll have to go way back into the past and into Victorian-Era England. The Victorian Era, as you may know, was a time of filth and squalor, where the masses lived under horrible conditions and often died of all kinds of poisoning or overwork or poor working conditions or malnutrition, and so on. It was very, very ghetto. Raw sewage filled the streets and waterways and the thick smoke from all the burning coal was everywhere. And reigning over all of this shit was none other than Rohini Moon and ASC, Queen Victoria. Here’s Miss Piggy herself:

Incomparably, she is the most fitting example of Rohini in this article. This Oompa Loompa body ass bıtch was stuffing her face with lamb chops and buttercream spongecake while the rest of her queendom suffered and starved.

All this vast, oppressive inequality with rulers living in excess at the top and with the masses starving and dying at the bottom might not be what one may think of when looking at Rohini’s significations of abundance and growth, because they sound a lot more like the significations of Jyeshtha. But here’s a little-known factoid: Jyeshtha in the classic texts is also referred to as Rohini. These two Rohinis are in essence two sides of the same fucked up coin. Rohini is the abundance that the ruling class (Jyeshtha) enjoys at the top. So in Rohini, yes, there is abundance. But it’s abundance for them, not for you. These bloated whores will feast and gorge while you starve in piss and shit.

And on the topic of obesity, I did a survey on the most obese people to ever exist in recorded history, and the list is dominated by the Moon trine. Now here’s the cosmic aspect of the analysis: One of the Moon’s associations is the fat of the body, and put that together with Rohini’s themes of growth and unlimited expansion, and morbid obesity is what you get, both literally and figuratively. This is where the theme of rot comes in, because as we all know, when a body becomes too obese, there is a multitude of issues that can arise, such as fungal infections, multiple organ failure, gangrenous rot, and so on. This is the same type of rot that plagued that Victorian Era, and any type of era that is defined by unbridled excess. It is what plagues the very universe itself.

Rohini can be understood as a metaphor for the universe, with karma itself being analogous to the accumulating fat of the Rohini body. I have to first define what I mean by karma here, and it simply means phenomena. As the universe grows temporospatially, its karma/phenomena continuously increase and starts to fester and rot. Look at all the shit that’s happening in the world right now. This is the Valley of Tears (more like the Valley of Raw Sewage) brought to you by the Great Mother herself. She sits up there gaslighting you into thinking you exist in her abundant, beautifully birthed creation or her “Garden of Eden” as Claire would romanticize it… when it’s really a hell that you never consented to being born into.

And she will continue to do this for as long as you feed her, for as long as you worship her “yin-ness” and her “mystique,” whatever the fuck that means. You are the consort she vampirizes. To defeat her, she must be made a widow. But until we collectively manage to do this, what we will have is rot and the gnashing of teeth.

Rohini is not the sweet, cuddly cow you think she is.

And Claire, Rohini is not the “Shrī that can be shaped into the best.”

She is the Shit to be shat into the shitter.