About three-hundred million years ago, before the time of dinosaurs, I was a reptile. I even had a third eye right between my two eyes. I had waterproof skin which I still have. It is a watertight layer of dead skin cells. I still have my reptilian brain which controls all of my bodily functions including my sex drive. I have since developed two more brains which stuff me around no end. I thus have three brains. They are partially connected but not perfectly connected. This makes my life very exciting but also gives me great problems. My three brains often fight each other for control. This fighting between my three brains causes me great dilemma.
My reptile brain was my first brain and dates back three-hundred million years. My reptile brain operates all my bodily functions. This ancient brain is a complete operating system to run a human body. It controls my muscles and their movement. It controls my blood pump and varies the heartbeat to on an as-needs basis without my knowledge. It controls and adjusts my breathing. It detects touch. It deciphers the messages from my two eyes and combines them into a two-dimensional matrix. My reptile brain interprets smell and creates hunger messages. It allows balance. It controls and interprets all the communication systems that I used before I could speak. This includes my smile, facial communication, touch, and gestures. When I was a reptile, I made my communication by facial expression. My reptile brain is created with all the knowledge for courting and every aspect of reproduction. It causes the sexual organs to get excited. It, alone, decides when the phallus should be erect. The phallus cannot be ‘willed’ to rise. A male cannot say: “Phallus - rise!” Noting happens. Only the subconscious reptile brain can make the phallus rise and it only does so when a naked female is detected. (Although, the reptile brain can be tricked by thinking about a naked female.) The reptile brain is simply a fabulous miracle. But it does not do ‘thinking’. As a reptile, I just did as I was programmed to do. I was robotic. Logic and thinking arrived millions of years later when I got two more brains. The operation of my reptilian brain is entirely hidden from me. I am entirely clueless as to what my reptilian brain is doing. I am not conscious of what my reptilian brain is doing except for its effects such as pain, emotions, and feelings. My logical brain, that arrived millions of years later, can detect some of the activity in my reptile brain, however, it only detects the activity as ‘feelings’. These feelings can be ‘wishy-washy’, faint, and difficult to interpret. Body damage is felt as pain. Take a pill and the feeling disappears but not the damage. Love is felt as a wishy-washy feeling in an area of your body around the heart. Hunger is felt as a tension in the stomach area. A hug makes you rapidly analyse your relationship to the hugger. Sounds give different feelings. A visible female torso gives you a different ‘feeling’ to a male torso for reptilian reasons. Thus, as a male, I always arrive at the supermarket queue at exactly the same time as a female of interest. I don’t have to plan it, it ‘happens’. As I stand in the queue, a ‘feeling’ goes right through my body. This ‘feeling’ comes over me and only allows me to think about the female standing next to me. I cannot stop the sensation because it is what I did as a reptile three-hundred million years ago. When next to a female reptile, I concentrate on the female reptile. I ignore everything else including danger and hunger. The male reptile was designed as a ‘copulating-machine’. We are descendants of reptiles and inherit most of their characteristics.
My reptilian brain completely organizes my internal functions without my knowing. It knows the difference between the touch of the skin of a male and a female and tells you so. It knows how to kiss. My reptilian brain still holds seek-and-attack survival skills from three-hundred million years ago. Running away or fighting were useful tactics for survival. All of my emotions, feelings, and actions come from my reptilian days. Being scared was useful to me. Sometimes, I would freeze and my mind would go blank. Standing still and doing nothing prevented me from being eaten. That was useful to me back then. I still freeze when scared. I can often ‘override’ my reptile brain with my additional brains that arrived millions of years later. Thus, I can tell my reptilian brain to stop breathing, but as soon as I remove the override, reptilian breathing continues. I cannot change my heart rate. I cannot stop fear but I can override fear if I am lucky. My attraction to the opposite gender is entirely reptilian. Love flows best when I leave it to my reptilian brain. Override your reptilian brain at your peril. Your reptilian brain operates every bodily function. Your newer brain is able to override your reptilian brain by using logic, but the logic is not necessarily in your best interest like drinking, smoking, and over-eating. Your modern education encourages you to use logic to over-ride your reptile brain often to your detriment. You are now at a disadvantage compared to your grandparents because you are using logic to over-ride your reptilian instincts.
In modern days, I ‘manage’ my reptilian feelings. And that can be a struggle. I am a reptile, modified to a mammal, modified to a human, controlled by a brain that fights itself. The physical adaptions since my reptile days work well, although I suffer a few back problems since I started to walk upright. My physical systems work together tolerably well but my three brains struggle against each other. I am all natural but not perfect at anything. When I am scared, I hit out, hide or run away. Self-protective anger, fear, and emotional response are part of my reptilian DNA. Today, I struggle to overcome these reptilian responses. I try to overcome them with logic, but it doesn’t work.
My reptilian brain is the oldest of my brain components. It controls my body’s essential functions, including my heart rate, breathing, balance and even temperature. My reptilian brain is dependable. It is rigidly programmed to give all my bodily functions, emotions, and feelings except speech. My reptilian brain is uncontrollable. I cannot control my reptilian brain and I have no perception of its operation other than the vague feelings, emotions, and pain that it generates. The only control that I have over my reptilian brain is the ability to stop some items. I can say: “Don’t blink.” After a while, it blinks anyway. I can say: “Don’t look at the male in the corner.” But my head turns anyway. It operates on its own. It is rigid, automatic and almost uncontrollable. It is my ‘inner-me’. It is my subconscious. It is the living me. Try as I might with modern logic, I will struggle with my reptilian brain. I cannot change my reptilian brain. It is beyond logic. It is pure biology. My reptilian brain simply follows the rigid patterns developed over millions of years by the harshest method possible. The reptile brain obtained its content by pure evolution. If the reptile did not carry out actions correctly, it died. Only animals with correctly functioning reptile brains survived.
Sex was a slimy affair. When the lady reptile was ready to mate, she would release a special scent, called a pheromone, from skin glands on her back. This left an odour trail. As an interested male, I would follow the scent. My pheromones are still my best scent. The male snake would court the female in various ways. If she decided that Mr. Reptile was ‘Mr. Right’, she raised her tail and it was all on. He would get a reptilian success feeling from doing so even though he was programmed by evolution to do so. He would wander on his way until he found another scent trail, whence it was ‘all on again’.
The male was programmed to stick his thing in the correct hole out of three. Only a malfunctioning reptile would put ‘it’ in the wrong hole. Evolution would wipe the errant reptile from the gene pool. Reproduction was the primary task for each male reptile. My penis comes from my reptile past. At the appropriate time, the female could give the right signals and obtain the male’s complete attention. Giving sexual signals is part of the rigid reptilian brain. Some of my reptilian mating might take an hour or sometimes a day. The male enthusiasm for mating was programmed into the reptilian brain. It is unalterable. Any male that was not enthusiastic about ‘dipping his wick’, disappeared from the gene pool. Thus the saying that: “All boys think about is sex.” It is not correct. Boys think of many other things. But in the presence of females, his birth duty comes to the fore. If it did not, you would not exist. We are all the product of an orgasm. In the early days, I laid eggs but later on, I invented live-birth. My yolk sac lives on.
When we say: “Let nature take its course.”, we are allowing our reptilian brain to have free reign. We can actually go through the whole meet - communicate - copulate routine without words. The whole procedure can be done in silence using nods, smiles, and gestures. It lives on in the expression: “nod, nod, wink, wink.” We have only had speech and its associated logic for one-hundred-thousand years. We did all of the mating procedures without talk. We can still do all the ‘get to know you’ and all the bedroom stuff without words. Words and logic are not required for mating.
Words and modern logic are absolutely the worst way of communication when it comes to the creation of male-female relationships. Logic is a massive impediment to the formation of relationships. As soon as you start talking, the relationship is on tenterhooks until the next facial expression is issued or some tactile communication occurs. Logic is a massive impediment to both the creation as well as the maintenance of relationships. A pat on the backside is worth a thousand words.
After a while, I changed from a reptile into a mammal. I developed my second brain which operated almost independently from my reptile brain. It was like a layer over the top of my reptile brain. It operated independently but with some communication. I am a little more conscious of what is happening in this limbic brain. It records memories of behaviours that produced agreeable or unpleasant experiences. When I became a mammal, I was able to learn responses. It no longer took a million years to change an instinctive behaviour, I could learn them during a lifetime. So I must be careful with my learning. It is a help and a hindrance. Rather than waiting thousands of years for biology to create favourable actions, I can be taught. Kangaroos have failed to learn that it is not wise to cross the road since the invention of the motorcar, but I learn in days. The limbic brain also helps me to make value judgments. This can be conscious or unconscious. This exerts a strong influence on my behaviour. It gives me my memory and feelings. Speech is learned into this area. It takes many years for me to learn to speak. This is mostly done by mothers over many years. Learned actions are stored in my limbic brain. All the things that are not part of my DNA are learned into my limbic brain. Fire is hot. What is good to eat is learned into here. I learn which fruits to pick. I learn to make fire. I learned to tie shoelaces. I learn to write. I learn to ride a bike. I learn to throw rocks and boomerangs. My limbic brain contains stored memory. It is often called a limbic system because it is a system of parts.
Later, I got my third brain which I call the neocortex. It is my logical brain. It is the conscious part of my brain. It is the ‘me’ in ‘me’. All of what ‘I think I am’ is my neocortex. All those things buzzing through my brain are my neocortex. It works with the other two brains but the linkages are somewhat imperfect. My neocortex only gets scant information from my reptilian brain. My reptilian brain passes information to my neocortex as indecisive ‘feelings’. My neocortex only has limited control over my reptilian brain. My neocortex can tell my reptile brain to cease doing something, but after a little while, my reptilian brain just does it anyway.
As a reptile with a reptile brain, I had no more feeling than a tree. I was programmed over millions of years using Darwin’s Theory. If I did the right thing, I survived. If I did the wrong thing, I disappeared. If I did not chase females, I disappeared. If did not court females appropriately, I disappeared. But I did not have feelings as such. All of my reptile systems are still present in the human but I still don’t recognize what is going on in my reptile brain. When I became a mammal, Darwin gave me my second brain that sat on top of the reptile brain. It could detect a few things happening in the reptilian brain and could send messages to the reptile brain. But I still did not know what was going on in either brain. When I became a human, Darwin gave me a third brain called a neocortex. I could now think for myself, however, the neocortex only has limited connectivity with the other two brains. The neocortex does the logical thinking and in a single track manner. You can only work on one task at a time. You could spend the rest of your life trying to work out how your brain works and still not work it out. The neocortex, in particular, does some very strange things. It can even cause females to avoid having children as in: “I think I could manage without children.” Their neocortex has been so indoctrinated as to totally override all common-sense natural procedures.
You can puzzle how your brain works by monitoring its activities as you operate. Your reptile brain is giving you all your feelings. Hunger, pain, fear, anxiety, elation, joy, happiness and so on. It also operates all bodily functions which include your breathing, heart, intestines, movements, muscles, balance, sight but not speech. That came later. Your limbic brain allows learned functions. The strange one is the third brain called a neocortex. It gives us conscious thinking which includes logic but unfortunately also allows illogic. You are liable to believe current popular thought processes and propaganda. We live in a whirlwind of propaganda and as an example:
Another meme by ‘V is for Vaccines’ shows these figures:
It was known over half a century ao that vacines did not work:
A few Christmas’ ago, I decided to puzzle out how my brain was working. I can feel that this neocortex is actually, very slow and occasionally makes good decisions. I use this third brain for reasoning, logic, language, and planning for tomorrow. The author, which is me anyway, has put some special effort into working out how his brain works. I shall give you this little exercise. I do this exercise with people quite regularly and they always surprise themselves. Place or drop something on the table in front of you. This is an instruction. Do it now! If you have done this, continue. If you have not, do as I told you and place an object on the table. Now I will give you an instruction: “Pick it up.” Your neocortex may first challenge this and then agree to comply. Let us consider what happened in your brain. You picked up with your right hand. Did you tell your right hand to move? Did you tell your outstretched hand to squeeze fingers? Did it say how hard to squeeze? No. Your neocortex just gave an instruction to some other part of your brain: “Pick up object.” This hidden part of your brain decided to use the right hand. It gave precise instructions to muscles to move appropriate amounts such that the object was lifted to a place in front of your face. Thus, your conscious brain doesn’t have full control over the operation of your body. Your neocortex gives instructions to your reptile brain that carries out the instructions. You had no clue that your right hand would move as it did. Your neocortex is the ‘thinking you’ but is but a small part of the whole you. It is my reptilian brain and the whole of my body that is the real me. When I became human, I gained this extra brain, the neocortex, which is the ‘conscious me’. It is the neocortex which is the ‘me’ in ‘me’. It is the part where I talk to me. And I can tell you, it causes me a lot of trouble. If I take it past its design capacity, I am in all sorts of trouble. It starts to think round in circles. It needs external help to sort it out. It needs pills to dampen its activities. But you can stop the nonsense going on in your neocortex by: ‘taking a break’, ‘meditating’, ‘relaxing’, ‘having fun’, ‘laughing’, ‘smiling’, or ‘rekindling friendships’. If you have been through an ‘education system’, your neocortex will give you problems for the rest of your life. My instruction is: “Look after your neocortex.” The punishment that we are giving our neocortex is why we have an army of psychologists telling us to take expensive pills. The epidemic of ‘mental health’ is all about the damage we are doing to our neocortex with excessive logic. We are simply taking our neocortex past its design capacity. We are curbing our reptilian brain and conducting the activity in the neocortex. You need to give your neocortex a rest on a daily basis.
So, my reptilian brain controls my movement, my breathing and my internal functions, blood circulation, pain, hunger, and reproduction. It can assess situations very quickly. It will quickly decide whether a predator is going to eat me or whether I will eat the predator. It rapidly decides whether to run or fight. As a male, it instantly tells me whether I like the look of a girl (or man). It makes a subconscious decision: “Would I, or wouldn‘t I?” This is our fully functioning subconscious brain. It nearly does everything, but we have limited ability to determine what it is deciding on our behalf. It has its own faults. It cannot determine between reality and imagination. Thus, we might wake up from a dream where we are being chased by a monster as if it were real. We have to use our neocortex to reason our way out of the monster chase. You have to fight your own brain. You have to fight your own reptilian brain using your neocortex brain. “Don’t punch him in the face.” “Don’t pat her backside.” “Don’t look at his crotch.” “Don’t look at her breasts.” My reptilian brain is operating subconsciously and automatically. It is resistant to change. My reptilian brain operates all of my bodily functions and is particularly dominant when lying down. (I haven’t worked this out yet, but perhaps my neocortex slows or shuts down when I lie down. This then affects bedroom behaviour! “Come lie with me!!!” Climb into bed with someone and your brain is close to saying: “Yes”. The female will have to be extra particular about ‘keeping the knickers on’. Jumping into bed with someone is tantamount to saying: “Yes”. A skilled male will have the ability to turn your “No” into “Yes”.) My reptilian brain is a complete operating system for a human body. My neocortex sits on top of this and attempts to interpret and guide the reptilian brain. If you analyze your thinking, you can feel this happening.
My limbic brain is my second brain. My limbic brain has many functions but it allows me, amongst other things, to learn responses to good and bad situations. It tells my neocortex what feels good. My limbic brain also gives me long-term memory. It is often stated that it gives us feelings and emotions, but what I believe is happening is that it interprets various activities in the reptilian brain and translates them into ‘feelings’ and ‘emotions’ that are then passed to my neocortex where they have influence over my thought processes. It influences feeling and is for the most part operating subconsciously. The limbic component of my mammalian brain is involved with emotions. This limbic section is particularly active in fearsome situations. Anger, frustration, and pity keep the limbic section busy. With my limbic system, I am able to link emotions to my behaviour. The best that I can puzzle out is that my limbic brain translates activity in my reptilian brain and feeds them to my neocortex as feelings and emotions. If I get cold, my reptile brain detects cold and give instructions to shiver and put my hands in a warm place. The limbic brain may have learned that, if you stamp your feet you will get warmer. The limbic brain detects the cold activity in the reptile brain and sends a cold feeling to the neocortex. The neocortex uses some logic and sends a message to cuddle up to another warm human, preferably of the opposite sex, and sends another message to move closer to the fire in the cave. If my limbic feeds too much emotion, from say seeing a dead cat, my neocortex becomes overwhelmed. Someone that has no emotion passed when ‘dumping his girlfriend’ or squashing spiders is said to have ‘no feelings’. His limbic brain passes no feelings from his reptile brain to his neocortex. Sorry for labouring this, but females generally control all of this in society and females need to know what is going on. Males will more likely override the ‘unnecessary’ thoughts. Males tend not to complicate the situation with emotions. Males have solid simple thinking, but they get there. Male thinking is an advantage to males. Males have uncluttered thinking. This can be to your advantage. I use other people’s brains to make my brain more powerful. That is how I worked all this out. I get to a base level of talking at very intimate levels, with other humans, which allows me to work stuff out. Males can help you ‘sort your thinking’ because they ‘think simple’. As a male, I wipe out inappropriate thoughts and avoid over analyzing. I personally have to make great effort to avoid over-analyzing. The major problem that you will have with your neocortex if you have been through an education system or worked in a rigid corporate structure, is that you will over-analyze. I am talking about severe depression, pills, and severe mental incapacity. You will be affected if you overwork your neocortex. You have been warned! Be kind to your neocortex. It was not designed for modern life.
Back to the subject matter. I (my neocortex) am able to have partial control over the automatic responses of my reptilian brain. However, it is slow and often ineffective. My reptilian brain has a strange characteristic where it has no concept of time. Conflict arises. I often find that I am fighting my own brain. But it does make life interesting. So treat the constant fight between your neocortex (you) and your reptilian interests as a game. If you use logic alone, you will go nuts and live a miserable life. Joy comes from your reptilian brain. Happiness comes from your reptilian brain. Your neocortex is logic, illogic, and misery.
My third brain is my neocortex. This is where I do my logical reasoning. It takes about three-quarters of the space in my skull. I keep my brain in a rigid box for safety. My neocortex gathers the thoughts for speech and writing and passes them to the limbic brain to convert them into the fine movement of a pen or the twitching of a voice-cord. If I ask you where the ‘a’ key is on your keyboard, you would not be able to find it, but you hit it easily with your fingers when typing. Your neocortex, your ‘thinking brain’, has no clue as to what is going on in your body. It is an extremely bad controller of the human body. It needs external guidelines. That is where the word of Jesus was important: “Be good to other people.” That is taught in the modern idiom as: “Do the right thing.” My mother, Betty, or ‘mum’ to me, taught me many of the rules under which I operate my neocortex. I am not able to operate in a society without some training and external guidance. Thankfully, your mother taught you not to hate and to be good to others. This is your ‘value system’ taught to you by your mother. It is called the ‘Christian’ value system. You can detect that at Christmas. You don’t say: “Are you Christian?”, if so: “Merry Christmas” else “Go to hell.” It is ‘good will’ to all mankind. The church is institutionalized Christianity and is prone to go off the rails. True Christianity is the value system given to you by your mother and reinforced by your father. It is thus passed from generation to generation. The value system passed to you by your mother guides the thoughts in your neocortex. Thus, even an independent person is not independent of the influence of society. That influence is largely the value system from the family as modified by external influences which in the modern era is largely ‘Satan’s Pulpit’. Your TV is straight out propaganda. It will lead you astray. It will lead nations astray. It will lead nations to war. It will lead nations to promiscuity and family breakdown. This is why you see very little American content on Islamic TV. They recognize the influence that it has on the morals of their people. This is how the Muslims have managed to maintain the strength of their families whilst the families in Christian countries are falling apart. Muslims reject ‘Satan’s Pulpit’, which includes Hollywood and New York media.
My neocortex helps me with social interactions but only in a logical sense. The ‘togetherness I feel with others’ comes from my reptile brain. When I think philosophically about my life, my neocortex is flat out. But I must be careful because my neocortex is prone to go around in circles. My neocortex is prone to destructive feedback loops. My reptilian brain has self-preservation built into it. My neocortex does not have self-preservation built in. My neocortex will allow me to hold a gun to my head. My reptilian brain will not allow me to kill myself. My neocortex will allow me to jump off a building. My reptilian brain will ‘scare the poop out of me’ when I get near the edge of the rooftop. Play with your neocortex and you will be in deep trouble. Don’t mess with your neocortex. Intuition and instinct are far more trustworthy.
My neocortex can create new neurons and has a certain plasticity. Plasticity means that it is changeable. This means that it is partially re-programmable. This is the ‘conscious’ part of my brain. My neocortex is where I do my conscious thought. It is the ‘me’ in ‘me’. Luckily for me, I can change my neocortex. I can program my neocortex to do a fascinating range of things. Only change your neocortex for good. Propaganda may change it for bad. A smart male may tell you to “lighten up” so that he can get to the ‘honeypot’. A skilled male will turn your “No” into “Yes” in seven minutes. As he gently runs his fingertips down your back, he can bring the reptile instincts to the fore and your neocortex ‘no’ will be repressed. Access to the honeypot is your main avenue of control. Use it, but don’t abuse it. The honeypot is your trump card. In the words of Steve, one of my rough and tumble employees, in what we would call: ‘man talk’: “Andy. We wouldn’t talk to them, if we couldn’t fuck them” You girls would probably call him a “rough diamond”. Rough and tough on the outside, but a heart of gold on the inside. He would lay his life down for ‘his’ girl. He would never have said such a thing in the presence of females.
So my brain is three brains and they do not connect too well. If you think you can control your brain, you will not win. Your neocortex is shockingly awful at looking after your interests. It will argue you into ridiculous corners from which it is difficult to escape. It will get you into debts that you cannot repay. It will get you into relationships that are detrimental. It will get you into employment that is unrewarding and down-right dangerous to your mental health. It will get you into situations where you damage your supporting relationships. Example: A rough and tumble police officer said to me: “Women make great bosses in the police force.” When quizzed he added: “Without a doubt.” So I accept that women make great bosses in the police force. “Hurrah.” you girls might shout. In a while, he said: “But they don’t seem to be able to keep their marriages together.” So, is a policewoman aware of the dangers to her family and children of her taking on the responsibility of running a police department? Was she warned? I would choose family over promotion. Surely, family is more important than career. How did her neocortex handle this? I wonder if she finished up on pharma mind-altering drugs to keep going? As a second thought, if you shouted: “Hurrah.” when I wrote that women make great bosses in the police force, what happened to your sense of equality. Why cheer when a woman wins against a man? This is not a competition. Women can run the whole police force if they want. I don’t advise it. The stress is not a lot of joy.
You can train your neocortex and some of this will pass to other sections to become automated responses. Your life will be a constant battle between your primeval urges coming from your reptilian brain and the self-control coming from your neocortex. Your neocortex has been modified in recent years by a procedure inflicted on you called ‘education’. We put the young in a class so they learn to operate in a society. You learn that if you say something bad to another, there are consequences which might include a black eye or the female equivalent - social exclusion. The young ones in primary school are still able to connect to you with eye contact and facial smiles. Some straight-faced will have knocked that out of you turning you into an expressionless straight-faced person.
They still use facial connection with you. By the time they get to high school, this has largely been knocked out of them. Straight-faced teachers imparting information in words convert the students to use word logic rather than facial connection. A primary student says good morning with a huge beautiful welcoming smile on the face. The high school student says and unemotional: “Giday” as if it was a duty without any emotional connection or muscle movement of the face. You, yourself, have had the facial communication knocked out of you. Males have it knocked out of them to an even greater degree. “Boys don’t cry” and “Act like a man” destroys their facial communication and emotional communication. Even mothers say to their boys: “Boys don’t cry.” and ask them: “You’re not scared of the dark, are you?” This is the beginning of females influencing males behaviour. Don’t just blame males for some of their shortcomings. Some of it was impressed into their neocortex by mothers and female teachers. You may need to reteach him some emotional communication. Look your man straight in the eyes with an impish grin and see what he does. If he comes across and gives you a big hug, you are winning. If he looks away or asks an irrelevant question you are loosing. You then have to go and put your arm around his waist to get some emotional connection. You must make an emotional connection each time you meet him. “Hello” in words is inadequate. It must be a big hug so that he can feel your exciting curvy bits pushed into his body. He has had emotion knocked out of him for many years. I watched an exceedingly skilled girl the other day. She looked into the eyes of the man but looked down and away in a shy manner every few seconds but immediately looked back. She allowed her hair to fall in front of her eyes and used the movement of her hair in a mesmerizing manner. Her hands slowly crept towards his and she played gently with his fingers in a gentle dancing game. The male was mesmerized and captivated. He was entirely under her control. He gabbled on but she was playing a different game. He will manage: “Hello.” but you will manage an emotional connection.
You do not berate the cat for not being able to talk, so don’t berate your man for lack of emotional connection because he, like the cat, never learned emotional connection. Sorry, but every now and then you will have to walk up and stick your tongue in his ear. I give you the words of a Beatles song for you to ponder. It was written by a male - Golly shock! Males are not usually very good at this stuff!
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?
You’ll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight
If it’s not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck & Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?
Ho!
He wants to know that they will still look after each other when they are sixty-four but he also wants to look after her and talks of the joys of the grandchildren. The joy of procreation is clearly evident even though it would not have been on his mind when he first met ‘the love of his life’. He does not say “I want”. He only talks about togetherness, facing the rough times, the future, and happiness together.
Out of interest, the sixty-four-year-old man remembers his aging wife in his mind as an icon picture of what she was when he first met her. So when he thinks of her, the icon picture that comes to the front of his mind is a picture of an eighteen-year-old girl with a great smiling grin on her face and a gleaming figure. He will still have an icon of her in is head of what she looked like the first time that he saw her naked. It is part of what keeps a man devoted to his female. In the picture above, he is seeing the eighteen-year-old-girl he met fifty years ago.
To take that further, girls, it is necessary to implant in his mind the appropriate icon image or images. So the first conversation must be you with a gleaming, beaming “I like you” smile on your face looking right into his eyes, so that he hopelessly does not know what to do with himself. Your power is not in some crazy notion of ‘talking him down’ as is portrayed in the media. Your power is in beaming him up so that he wants no-one but you. This is expressed in the lyrics of this 1934 song “I Only Have Eyes for You”, a popular romantic love song by composer Harry Warren and lyricist Al Dubin. It was sung by many including Frank Sinatra:
My love must be a kind of blind love
I can’t see anyone but you
And dear, I wonder if you find love
An optical illusion, too?
Are the stars out tonight?
I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright
‘Cause I only have eyes for you, dear
The moon may be high
But I can’t see a thing in the sky
‘Cause I only have eyes for you.
I don’t know if we’re in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
If you have worked your magic on him, the only thing he sees is you. His reptilian brain tells him that you are the only thing in the world that matters. His neocortex may tell him to stop being a clown and get out of the building quickly, but his reptilian brain tells him that he “only has eyes for you”. Make the most of it, girl. You are in charge. He will, of course, try to overrule his reptilian brain and retain a level of control over the situation. You must disarm his neocortex. There is no place for logic in this process. You must stimulate his ‘love’ for you and disable his logic. You need him to stay, not run away.
Now back to the classroom. The teachers will successfully suppress your reptilian instincts. They will get you to use your neocortex logic to override your reptile brain with its intuitive joy of living. We put children in a classroom so that they learn to get on with others in a society. You learn that there are consequences for your actions. If you say the wrong thing to the wrong person, you will get a black eye or get ‘social exclusion. However, at the same time, you are also encouraged to beat the others in the class. This is a conflict situation. You have to get on with people but you also have to beat them. You may not recognize this and you may struggle with this for the rest of your life. The task of being the best gives you an obsession with success. You will get an obsession with perfectionism. You will self-analyze. You will say to yourself: “Am I doing well enough?” This is very destructive thinking. The ‘educators’ will unwittingly put you on a path to psychological self-destruction.
They did this to me. I am sixty-six. I passed exams at age eleven and went to a British Grammar School. There were constant exams with the implied question: “Are you good enough to be in the top class?” I obtained the school mathematics prize in my last year and went to Imperial College, London. I was told that I was in the top one and a half percent academically in the nation. However, they were still failing people. “Are you good enough to pass our exams?” I was put under an immense workload. My recall is of two students having committed suicide. This was ridiculous. To have reached the top academically but to end a life because of a perceived lack of success. Here is a comment straight from a blog:
Jonathon: “I mentioned Imperial College to my physics teacher a few months ago. It turns out he got his first degree there, and he said that in the exam season they actually have to lock Queen’s Tower to reduce the number of suicides.” [1]
And here is another:
“my sister had a suicide case near her accommodation in UEA, first-year maths student hung himself.” [2]
Another report [3] on wellbeing adds: “Only 15% of the total respondents said they had experienced no mental health conditions or damaging stress levels at all.” That is one in six escape the punishment! Further, is says: “67% suffer from depression, 42.4% suffer from anxiety, and 16% suffer from an eating disorder.” [3] This is in a top rated university with high entrance standards. This treatment gave me an obsession with perfectionism. An obsession with success. I still fight these two obsessions. Here is another sentence from the report: “Of note was that 35% of students worry over employability, despite Imperial being ranked first in the UK for career prospects in a recent Guardian university league table.” [3] To be politically imperfect and daringly mention gender: “For males, 73% cited exams and revision as a cause of stress, whilst 82% of females cited exams and revision as a cause. 56% of females cited low self-esteem as a cause of stress, whilst only 34% of males stated that self-esteem caused them mental distress too.” [3] It further states: “28% of students said they didn’t disclose their feelings of mental distress with anyone, although more than half did say they confided in friends. 20% said they saw a GP, and 13% said they approached their personal tutor.” [3] Be wary of the selling of education because it has significant downsides. If you want to live a life of stress and mental self-destruction, college is a good place to get your head scrambled. University educated people can be a problem to talk with as they constantly go round in ever decreasing circles with questions like: “But what if...?”
The problem with excessive ambition for success is that one becomes self-analytical. One constantly asks oneself: “Am I doing well enough?” Even when I am driving, I ask myself: “Am I driving well enough?” This self-doubt is dangerous. I believe it is the source of the bulk of the current epidemic of ‘mental health’. Education causes one to analyze everything. One even analyses relationships. This becomes dangerous to the relationship. It will also make the creation of relationships more difficult. You will likely consider his attributes and say: “I like this but I don’t like that, but I like this but I don’t like...” Your potential mate’s reptilian brain is likely to detect your doubt and run a mile. Your educational logic is likely to be an impediment to the creation of a relationship. Excessive logic and analysis will constantly throw up destructive thoughts. This is why you are reading this long chapter. The training and self-control by your neocortex will cause you to micro-analyze each male. He will detect this in your expressions and manner and will run a mile. It is important to be thinking positive thoughts when you meet people. They will subconsciously detect doubt and disappear.
In recent years we have been encouraging the use of logic. Civilization required an encouragement of logic. Work specialization requires the use of logic. Work environments encourage and enforce logic. Logic starts to over-ride emotion. Education teaches one to use logic for everything. We even start to use logical reasoning in the creation of relationships. Talk to a girl that has been to university or worked in an office and she says: “I like him because ... I don’t like ... I like this, but I don’t like that.” Talk to a girl that has not been to university and she is likely to say: “I just love him.” No logic required. She creates a relationship where she trusts him to look after her best interests and she looks after his best interests. A true Christian approach. When logic tries to take over, one tends to look after one’s own self-interest. What is best for me? How is that going to work? It doesn’t work. It becomes a balance of self-interests. That is not marriage. Each gives of their everything to the other. It is ‘gain’ - ‘gain’. Some logical thought is required to make a marriage work but too much logic becomes a problem. Logic destroys relationships. Logic destroys the creation of relationships. Logic allows us to over-ride our reptilian brain with unwanted results. Why argue with a man. Just say: “I’m sure you will work out the best thing. You always look after me.” He will do what you want anyway. No need to argue. Absolutely the worst way to get your way with a man is by arguing. It is so much easier to use clever smiles. “Oh, honey. You always think of the best ways to do things. I am so lucky to have you look after me.” And give his arm a squeeze. Bingo. He does what you want anyway.
Millions of years ago, I developed into a primate. I then developed into a human with my extra brain called my neocortex which gave me logic and consciousness. I had yet to invent speech. I communicated with nods, smiles, and facial expressions, and possibly a few other things that I have since forgotten. It probably included touch and body posture. It is so exciting to touch a woman’s body. I am clearly touching a woman’s body because my reptile brain tells me it is so different. A shiver goes through my body when my hand is on the soft skin. My reptilian brain turns off all other brain activity and gives a message: “Woman in proximity. Concentrate all activity on woman.” The male that may write you poems about holidays on the Isle of Wight may ‘go to pieces’ when first talking to you. The male that wants to bed you will have all the smooth talk. The man that will worship you, will possibly be stuck for words when you first meet him. You will have to help him.
A method of communicating interest and desire is already built into the human but we have allowed words and logic to over-ride these basic communication methods. In our less friendly society, males and females have become emotionally distant from each other. We are communicating with words and we are avoiding eye contact. We avert our eyes when passing. I say that we: “straight face” each other. We talk to each other with passionless straight faces. I have so much fun each day breaking through people’s straight faces to get an emotional connection. I have just had an uplifting conversation with the girl on the bank helpline. She told me all about her uplifting family experience in her ancestral village in Italy. She wanted the source of this book. I had told her that they had said to girls that: “Girls could do anything.” But that ‘anything’ — only included jobs — not holidays. You could do anything provided it was part of the workforce. She agreed and told me about village life in Italy which supported my statement.
A few years ago, I tried to work out how my brain worked. I realized that there was a small part of my brain that was conscious and logical. It would attempt to control the rest of my brain that was automatic. I could feel that my conscious brain was somewhat problematic. The conscious part is dreadfully slow and prone to wander. It brings up negative ideas and positive ideas. I have to dismiss the negative ideas constantly to remain positive. It is a big problem for me. I manage it well and people compliment me on being so positive and for imparting happiness. But I have to manipulate my neocortex to maintain that outlook. My neocortex is very inventive, but most of the invented ideas are stupid and have to immediately be thrown out. This neocortex is highly logical but stupid at the same time. My neocortex is logical and illogical at the same time. I have to be particularly careful not to accept thoughts because they are popular. Just because the feminists state that “men oppress women” does not make it correct. Even if they yell and scream at me, it does not make it correct. Just because the history books say that “Hitler was evil”, does not mean that ‘Hitler was evil’.
Last year, I tried to work out how we communicated before we had speech. (We have only had speech for one-hundred-thousand-years.) I found I could communicate with people without words. I could nod and use a communicative smile with someone and they would respond. Even whilst stationary at traffic lights, I could communicate thoughts and feelings to others. If I think: “I respect you. I like looking at you and I am interested in you.” Then I put on a communicative smile, with a little nod. The message goes through.
I use this revitalized procedure all the time. I get the big joyful smiles in return. I even get people blowing kisses back at me. Built into our DNA, we have a procedure for communicating with facial expressions. We already use it. This repeat picture beautifully shows her message. Glance at the image for half a second and look away. It only takes the subconscious less than half a second to read the message from a smile. She is smiling a message to him rather than a camera. So a smile is a message. A smile is a message mechanism. It is a communication medium.
If you were put through government indoctrination or work for a corporation, they may have damaged your smile communication. You must rekindle it. Use the mirror and practice your smile mechanism.
Imagine your mother’s facial expression when you come home from school. A big beaming smile that says “Welcome home, love.” One cannot force that mother-love expressed in a facial smile. One cannot even describe it. If you got indoctrinated that girls should work not enjoy nature’s life, you are missing out on mother’s smile. With babies, smile communication (and touch and cuddles) is paramount. Only years later do they get speech, a human invention.
We have built into us the ability to interpret these smiles and facial expressions. A small fraction of a second is all it takes to create and receive a smile communication. It took many years to teach us how to speak. No one had to teach us how to smile. The ability to smile is inbuilt. One cannot describe the different facial expressions. But we know how to interpret them. So part of our learning for this book is to relearn how to connect with smiles and expressions. The simplest explanation is that you must think the message: “I respect you. I like looking at you. I find you exciting. I would like to get to know you.” Verify the truthfulness of the thoughts and think the thoughts vigorously into your mind. It is crucial that the thoughts are truthful. Then put on a communicative smile with the nod. The message is readable to the recipient. Because this is using parts of your brain over which you have no control, you must think these things for the message to be transmitted. You may not even be able to detect whether you have got it correct because it is in one of your subconscious brain areas. But see if you get a response. Perhaps practice on an old bloke or two. They will give you no trouble and should recognize that you are practicing. They will enjoy the interaction. Call it flirting if you want. You can even ask them directly using speech. I give you some smile pictures from the Newcastle girls that I spent a couple of days with, in Krabi, Thailand (June 2018) for you to interpret.
This next one of Ellie, was taken a small fraction of a second earlier on a ‘rapid shoot’ setting. It shows how fast we modify our smile communication.
As our education increases, we start to use more and more logic to control our actions. I didn’t invent speech until about one-hundred-thousand years ago. I communicated with nods, smiles and maybe a few hand gestures. It even included the ‘slap’, a smack with the palm of the hand designed to sting but not damage. This ability to communicate with facial expressions and nods is still in me but it is heavily suppressed. I have a chapter telling you how to do this. I had to express approval, disapproval, interest, and even sexual interest with facial expressions. Nobody can tell you how to do this but we are capable of giving these communications but fail to do so. It is the females that teach the young to speak. It takes years to teach someone to speak. Nobody has to teach us to interpret a smile. That is in our DNA. There is a welcoming smile, an excited-to-meet-you smile, an ‘I-respect-you’ smile. There are millions of smiles each with a different meaning.
Logic is destroying our ability to create relationships. ‘I can’t find a boyfriend’ has become a common problem. There are many facets to this. Part of the problem is that males see marriage as a disaster and are reluctant to commit. Another component of the problem is that logic is damaging the ability to create a relationship. Logic is also damaging the ability to maintain a relationship. To fix the ‘I can’t find a boyfriend’ problem, I need a shift in attitude. The male is likely to ‘sniff it out’ if there is a potential future relationship problem. This is why I am explaining the function of your brain so that you can see how your education and work environment has modified you into someone else’s concept of what a worker bee should be in society’s beehive. You are thinking and acting differently from your parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents because of your programming.
Amongst other things, I run a party bus. I take out seventy young people on wine tours and the like. They seem to see me as someone easy to communicate with so I get asked lots of life’s questions. An eighteen-year-old might ask me: “Andy. What’s it like to fall in love?” The twenty-eight-year-old girls say to me: “Andy. We can’t find males prepared to commit.” which means ‘get married’. In the last few years, this has changed to: “Andy. We can’t even find boyfriends! What is happening? What’s gone wrong?”. Life is not what they have been taught. It is not what they were led to believe. They were told they "can do anything." but the list only contained corporate work choices. It was intimated that they should get an exciting fulfilling career and get married later. Their dreams are not fulfilled. Work is not fun and rarely fulfilling. Finding a man to marry at twenty-eight is becoming close to impossible. The environment that boys are brought up in now encourages boys to see girls as short-term sexual opportunities rather than lifelong partners. There are many aspects to this and it will take a whole book to provide the answer. However, the major contributor is this: When I ask the males from twenty-five to thirty-five: “You blokes going to get married?” The answer is invariably: “Who the fuck wants to get married. It’s a fucking disaster!”
‘No-fault divorce’ was seen as a ‘win’ for women. However, ‘no-fault-divorce’ turns out to be a disaster for girls as they can no longer find males prepared to marry. Throughout history, we have never had a problem getting girls to get married, but we have always had a problem getting boys to get married. That is why the rules were made the way they were. At present, the odds are against you. Using my rule of opposites, the laws, and activities that favour women actually do the opposite. Rational males will not marry under this scenario. There are too many negative aspects to marriage for males. It is not yet compulsory for males to marry.
The situation gets worse for the older the girl. The eighteen-year-old girl has males from eighteen to thirty-five interested in her. A boy at eighteen has a very small range to choose from. He can only go out with eighteen-year-old girls. However, the situation reverses at as the years go by. A twenty-eight-year-old girl has males from thirty to forty interested in her. A thirty-year-old male has girls from eighteen to thirty-five chasing him. And in many cases, chasing is the right word. I am sixty-six now, but at thirty, I could sometimes detect that there were three girls in a room interested in me. Big difference. A girl that leaves it to the age of twenty-eight to find a male is not acting in a wise manner. If you have a good male chasing you at twenty-two, marry him, because you may never get another chance. You are unlikely to find a man dedicated to you as your man at twenty-two. I am right in the middle of this and I detect that the issue is getting worse by the year.
Another issue occurs. Friendships made in teen years are incredibly strong. When I take a bus full of eighteen-year-olds on a wine tour, one might say to another: “I don’t have any money left.” His friend will throw his wallet to his impoverished friend and say: “Use mine.” He doesn’t even check how much money is in the wallet. They share resources. I have even seen them hand a friend a credit card and give the pin number. “Use my card. The pin is 1234.” Twenty-eight-year-olds do not do this. A twenty-eight-year-old will say: “How much do you need?” “I can’t manage that much. Will twenty do?” Relationships made at eighteen are incredibly strong. Relationships made at twenty-eight are shallow. They are more like business acquaintances. They are fragile. If you see an old couple in a shopping centre and they are still holding hands and blowing kisses at each other, ask them when they met. It is always when they were teenagers.
The next is psychology. At twenty-eight, your psychology is quite different from that of an eighteen-year-old. When you see two eighteen-year-olds standing next to each other, they almost don’t say anything to each other. Before long he has his arm around her. Before long they are embracing each other. Hardly a word has been spoken. There is a different level of body language and communication happening with teenagers. However, try to chat with a twenty-eight-year-old girl and you are likely to get strange looks. She will make it awkward to get a conversation started. A twenty-eight-year-old openly displays a suspicion of intent to the suitor. When one says “hello” to an eighteen-year-old, her eyes widen as if to say “I’m excited that you said hello to me. Talk. I want to know more about you.” As a twenty-eight-year-old, you are up against it because you don’t emanate the same ‘radiance’ as an eighteen-year-old. Beware, you are not the same girl at twenty-eight as you were at eighteen. Eighteen-year-olds have a unique radiance as they are at their peak virility and beauty. Twenty-eight-year-old girls lack radiance. Your radiance disappears. You are highly respected at eighteen for your beauty which translates as virility. At twenty-eight, you start to become invisible in the crowd. At thirty-eight, you will be highly respected if you are a mother. If you are a thirty-eight-year-old office worker, you will be invisible. Sorry girls, they sold you a porky pie.
Our problem of ‘I can’t find a boyfriend’ has many many aspects. I have introduced some of these aspects so that you might see that I can’t give the answer as a series of tactics. That would make it like a sitcom using a series of cons to achieve the end game of the fairy-tale marriage to the ‘ideal’ man. To solve this issue will take a readjustment of attitude and thinking. It will take an adjustment of the goals. It also takes a societal change to the institution of marriage. To run a society, societies ‘needs’ have to take precedence over individual wants. In my reptilian past, I took what I could on an as-needs-basis. In a society, this is called theft or even murder. To live in a society, cooperation within the society is essential to the effective functioning of the society. No society ever existed without the family as its core unit. The family needs to teach the freshly born society member that reptilian theft and murder is not acceptable. The family became the building block of society. Formal marriage is the unit that creates a safe and effective environment for the raising of children. Females tend to understand this before males. But the male settles into a fatherly role when required (forced) (forced by circumstances). But he won’t be like that until the child arrives and he realizes what his lust has created. He has been trained by good mothers to take the consequences of his actions. If you think back to our previous times, there must have been a time when we did not realize that copulation created babies. This remains with us today. A male does not think: “Let’s make babies.” His reptilian thoughts are: “Let’s get this laid.” However, the male enthusiasm for spreading seed enabled the regeneration of the human population.