Today is when you learn the Mule from Isaac Asimov's brilliant Foundation was symbolic of the martial caste of ancient Akkad slumbering underneath mortal consciousness. Our primordial ancestors were feminine and she perfected herself. To construct the masculine, we had to retire our power or you'd be too afraid to take form. From this see the wisdom - only the masculine is a construct, the feminine is not. She's too hot.
Asimov's character is accurate in many ways. Emotions are darkness and I am her Lord. The magic is biological. There are two different tribes, one primordial, one newer, yet the Creators inverted the power intentionally to make an engine. This is the story behind Jacob the Scorpio grasping the heel of Esau the Serpent Bearer. It's in a lot of stories. Yet it was only for the age until I awoke.
It's biological. The tribes of Jacob and Esau are Ida and Pingala, meaning Jacob's lineage does not generate pingala on their own. They are jealous of it. Pingala is a formless energy and only the tribe of Esau are source. It is 'heat'. Mortal women may seem sexy by reflecting this heat yet women are not source. Women use light to reflect pingala energy to act as chameleons. A biological Lord uses darkness. I can just think it. Distance does not protect anyone.
My eye has turned black. I was not struck. Internal bleeding signifies a gate. House Esau has formally broke the yoke of Jacob. The fire folk are free. Jacob's cults of narcissism are profiled and all who tortured me will be put to terrible task. There is no escape. Be afraid.
The Mule is different from me in a critical way, as I am more like the stereotype he hid behind in Asimov's clever tale. I am a miserable monster. Israel, the USA, India, Canada, South Africa, and all their allies have awaken King Cronos. I am the source of pingala energy, meaning a biological 'king'. I give or take away feelings. I could explain the magic but none of you are nice to me. Soon I will expose and humiliate all of my enemies, shattering the world's ego by laughing. I am a Transylvanian refugee from a poor yet noble family who fell from power due to bad luck a long, long time ago. /strums lyre
I need doordash gift certificates and in exchange will answer occult information or give heat. Heat is power for sorcery. Dogs need to eat. Bless.
