Today, while enjoying the sites of so many pretty girls all around, I was reminded how I can’t get enough of beautiful women. No matter how many I see during the course of a day, I want to see still more. Truly, beautiful women are are delight! I love them!
Here is an interesting article from the English edition of the German magazine, Der Spiegel. http://www.spiegel.de/international/zeitgeist/naked-nazis-book-reveals-extent-of-third-reich-body-worship-a-768641.html, on the existence of a popular, coffee table book of nudes published in Nazi Germany. As something which promoted Nazi ideals of Germanic beauty, it was approved by the totalitarian state censors.
Apparently, the rather sexually conservative world of Nazi Germany, idealized nude photos of perfect Aryan specimens were acceptable. The Nazi state made it quite clear that procreation was the sole purpose of sex. After all, it was important for the Fuhrer to have as many little potential Nazi soldiers to fight his wars as possible. Women existed, therefore, to produce babies, and take care of domestic concerns. And yet, as is usually the case with outwardly sexually conservative states and organizations, there was a strange sexual subculture to the Third Reich. For instance, one of Hitler’s closest associates, and rivals, Ernst Rohm, was a homosexual pedophile. In 1934 Hitler had him executed during his “Night of the Long Knives” purging of National Socialist party rivals. Hitler eliminated him not because he was a homosexual, but because he was a threat to Hitler’s power.
To quote the article:
What did Germans read during the Nazi era? In search of the answer, author Christian Adam surveyed a total of 350 bestsellers from the 12 years of the Third Reich’s existence — making striking discoveries in the process. In addition to well-known propaganda books like Adolf Hitler’s “Mein Kampf” and Alfred Rosenberg’s “The Myth of the Twentieth Century,” there were schmaltzy regional novels, science fiction, mysteries, love stories, joke books and cross-media marketed accompaniments to radio programs and films.
The rich variety of reading material likely arose because different censorship offices competed to have the last word on what books publishers could print, Christian says. The paradoxical effect is that some of the books printed seem surprising today. Perhaps the oddest of them all was Hans Surén’s “Mensch und Sonne,” or “Humans and Sun,” a collection of nude photographs that includes lyrical praise of the male member, instructions for yoga-like exercises and even naked skiing.
Lyrical praise of the male member? In Nazi Germany? Interesting.
The article goes on, citing how this nudism from Nazi Germany actually foreshadows later developments in sexuality.
It could be seen as a precursor to the sexual revolution and “Freikörperkultur (FKK),” or “free body culture” of the late 1960s, if it weren’t so blatantly racist, researcher Adam told SPEIGEL ONLINE in an interview.
Adam later stated in the interview:
The book states that, “the love life can never be tied to marriage alone,” and that, “in the past the biggest personalities held as little regard for religious and middle-class values as the masses.” It also says that “free sexual love is therefore accepted in a way similar to how it was among the Germanic forefathers.”
What makes these nudes interesting is that they were approved by the Third Reich censors. They were not underground. Yet, in some parts of the U.S today, and especially by certain religious groups, these images would be considered “porn” and banned from viewing. They would be considered sinful and evil. Having them on your computer at work would probably get you fired. So even the Nazis, like many repressed conservatives today, had this strange conflict between traditional notions of sexual purity and a desire for sexual freedom and exploration, and a desire to view images of nude, physical beauty. Life never changes.
Life is a spiritual journey. Yes, I am on this journey. I search for God. I search for the Divine. At some time I feel the closeness of God. I feel it as close as I feel my own limbs and blood and heart. At other times, I feel distant and estranged from God. Too often I am deeply disturbed by what religious people say and do to each other and other, non religious people, the hateful and sometimes even violent actions taking in the name of God. And yet I wonder, why do so many people use religion and God for such destructive ends? I see the violence in the Middle East, the irrational and vengeful responses of mobs to a stupid, homemade film in this country. Why do people get so bent out of shape over such matters? Who knows. Why are Muslims and Christians so often the most violent religions in the world? We see the violence of fundamentalist Islam today; and yet we have only to look back at our own history to see the violence committed by fundamentalist Christians against others, Christians and non-Christians alike. “Love thy neighbor” is one the great commandments. And too few Christians seem to follow it. It seems so strange to me.
All I know is that I need a spiritual life. As I have mentioned many times here, when I have that life, my life is better. Prayer is a powerful source of strength for me in this world. I don’t seek God because I need a justification for hatred and violence. I seek God as a refuge from precisely those things, from the evil and hatred and suffering of the world. Yes, there is that thing called suffering, the biggest stumbling block of all when it comes to God. When we see images of the skeletal, starving survivors of Nazi concentration camps, the first question we ask it, where was God in all that suffering? How can these things happen, if there is a God. When I hear a news story of an entire family killed in a house fire on Christmas Eve, I ask myself, where was God during all this? Why suffering?
It is a question I have no answer for, except to say that the world is full of suffering, and for whatever reason, that is part of our lot, and always will be until the end of time.
This is why I find beauty such a comfort in a world too often filled with pain, anger, evil, violence, destruction and suffering. At least with beauty there is an immediate goodness, a pleasure to be enjoyed, whether in nature, art or human life in general. There is the beauty of the world, the mountains, the oceans, the streams and rivers and forests, there is the beauty of love and friendship and kindness, there is the beauty of sex and eroticism. All these things reflect the goodness of God, the bright illumination of the Divine, in a world too often filled with darkness.
I find a particular joy in feminine beauty. I am not sure why this is such a deep source of pleasure for me, the simple sight of a pretty girl, but it is. And so I enjoy posting such photos here.
The journey goes on. Life goes on. There has and is and always will be much violence and darkness in our world. All I can do in the midst of it is try to bring some goodness to others, in one way or another. Overcome evil with good, as St. Paul says. Amen.
We are now into September, which means summer will soon be coming to an end. Ah, how blessed is summer! Who does not love the summer? Who does not love the warmth and sun and exuberant vivaciousness of an all encompassing natural beauty. Trees are green, flowers are in bloom, the birds happily sing in the early morning, people wander about freely and casually, and, perhaps most delightfully of all, so many women are dressed in the their summer outfits, short dresses, sun skirts, shorts, tank tops, and whatever else is out there, the sights and visions of beauty I love to enjoy each and every day.
Soon the Fall will come, and the coats will come out, the dresses will begin to be replaced by more cozy, warmth embracing clothing, the shorts and tank tops will eventually disappear for another season. Women, like the buds of lovely flowers buried deep in the soil, awaiting the rejuvenation of another spring, will be for the most part covered and hidden during the dark days of winter. Those days are now approaching, albeit not for a few months. But they are coming. In the meantime, before the seasons begin to change permanently for another year, and the darkness of Winter steals parts of our beautiful world, I will enjoy as many warm visions of female beauty as I can. It is still warm and sunny enough for much female beauty to be abundant. Today I saw many lovely girls out and about and clothed in various types of revealing attire. It is a feast for the eyes. So like the Fall harvest, when we enjoy the fruits of a lovely spring and summer, I will enjoy the last fruits of the God given warmth of our world, the fruits of feminine loveliness.
Oh yes, I do love pretty women.
How lovely it is, to feel the peace of prayer. There is great delight in sexual pleasure; but prayer offers a different kind of pleasure. It offers a different kind of sustenance. For many months my prayer life had withered, dried up like a river bed suffering through a summer drought, but now, after having experienced the emptiness of a spiritual drought, I find the return to prayer most satisfying. I find, after neglecting prayer for too long, I long for it. It is like quaffing the cool, fresh water of a mountain stream that flows after a hearty winter and abundant spring rains. The soul, my soul, needs this sustenance. Sexual pleasure has its delights and it place, but spiritual pleasure is something that is beyond even that. The joys of prayer nourish the soul, feed us with the food of God, and help us maintain ourselves in difficult times. There is a certain beauty to prayer. I enjoy, even crave, the beauty of the feminine form, to be sure, but I also delight in and crave the beauty of a deep prayer life. For all the faults I have found with religion and especially Christianity over the years, especially recently, creating a certain crisis of faith for me, one thing is certain and good: Christianity has always been and continues to be a promoter of the goodness of prayer. Catholicism in particular has a rich history of prayer, contemplation, mysticism.
As I have mentioned, for the past six months or so I have been struggling with my faith. It is not that I doubt the existence of God or Christ, but rather, the institutional forms of Christianity as practiced today are troubling to me. I know in time I will work these things out. But recently I have become more aware of something, more appreciative of something that I was not as appreciative of before, namely, the fact that Christianity has always promoted a certain kind of goodness in the world. Recently I have been studying some aspects of the Second World War (which I plan on writing about later), and one thing that always strikes me when studying that time period is the complete horrors unleashed by that event, as well as by the competing ideologies of Nazism and Communism. It is hard for us today to even comprehend the total and brutal destruction that occurred during that period, the vast loss of life, the barbarism that both Nazi Germany and Soviet Russia unleashed. The Nazis were worse, and started the whole damn thing, but the Soviets were not much better. Hitler and Stalin were both monsters.
Studying such historical catastrophes makes me realize how important it is to have some sort guiding moral principle in the world, something based on an eternal laws or truths, rather than on man made precepts. Christianity, for its imperfect adherents, is still greatest bulwark against the horrors and brutalities that still lurk deep within the human spirit, and which often manifest themselves in concrete, historical ways, such as through warfare. And for me as the individual, the path to peace, the path to doing something good in the world, begins with the simply practice of prayer.
I like to post something pretty on a regular basis. How I love a pretty face! Eye candy is the sweetest type of candy there is. And a fair skinned brunette with blue eyes and a hint of freckles is a sweet sight.