The Decline of Honor and True Love

Woman deserve honor and respect. This post discuss the sad state of modern society’s treatment of women.

I grew up in a time that some often call the sexual revolution. It was a time of anything goes experimentation with sexual encounters. There was a new disregard for any respect for the other person. The goal of the revolution in my mind was nothing unique or new. Why it is called a revolution is beyond me.

The new, so called revolution was not about freedom of expression. It was not about the liberation of inhibitions. It was not about “love”. The truth the new mentality was nothing but the absolute success of the aggressor to be a selfish as possible. It is about persons entering into an arrangement that is devoid of responsibility or regard for the other person. It is about pure and utter selfishness and uniquely grotesque behavior.

The cause of this selfishness derives plainly as the nose on my face from the advent of contraception. This mentality believes in no responsibility in the sexual act of intercourse. They view the act as a form of pleasure seeking. However it is obvious from the simple fact that in the act of intercourse, that is natural, a woman may become pregnant with a living human child. It is not simply for pleasure. But our modern society discounts human life as the Romans had. We have not progressed we have declined to a barbarity not seen in centuries.

The modern mentality now sees human life as a commodity. It does not respect the gift of offspring if not planned. It wants intelligent human beings to believe that the child now living in a woman’s womb is something other than human life. This is absurd and an insult to an intelligent person.
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The selfishness of our society wants to do away with human life as we would an unwanted pest. We want to kill that which we cannot see. Since it is out of sight it is out of mind. We can lie to ourselves but we know it is no other than murder. The ultimate in selfishness is to kill for one’s own pleasure. The destruction of one life for our own goals is clearly the way criminal organizations work.

But this revolution used the guise of Women’s Liberation. Women can now work unencumbered by the male of her species! Interestingly the effect has been the opposite. Men have been liberated from the responsibility of a relationship with the female. He can easily disappear while the woman is now left alone to raise a child or even worse he will use all his evil guile to pressure a woman to kill her child.

Oh, there are woman out there that claim this is liberating and they are proud of having had a child aborted. Yet the truth speaks louder that the evil lies these women profess. There are armies of women who have survived this horror to realize they have wronged their unborn child and their own bodies. Sadly in many cases woman have also died in the process, making it two deaths in the fell swoop of the abortionists propaganda and pressure.

Contraception if looked on rightly is not a successful form of birth control. It often fails and puts men and women in a position they never expected to be in. Even worse is that it is a lie. It is not pleasurable simply because it is an empty act devoid of meaning. It has no love behind it. There is no commitment to one or the other. It is simply put the act of mutual masturbation. It lacks love because the real product of an honest human love is the willingness to receive each others inner being in an act of joining together to create a unique life.

This way of thinking our society has seen it keen to turn our woman into tramps. Our woman young and old are constantly being told they have to sell themselves to the opposite sex to have value. All you have to do is go to any newsstand and read the covers of the woman’s magazines. It is the utmost degradation of the female of our society and one that is now sadly ingrained.

Recently I was speaking to a young man of my acquaintance whom had told me of recent trip he took to Boston with a lady friend. I am no fool and I know that they were of course sharing the same bed. Later the same week he told me he wanted to meet a friend of his. I asked whom would that be? He gave me the name of the same young woman he had traveled to Boston. I was confused, I said “Oh, your girlfriend”. But he denied that she was his girlfriend to the point that it was obvious he did not even value her as a friend, only as a valueless acquaintance. She was simply a tool for his pleasure even though they shared the most intimate of acts. She was his prostitute though she may not realize it. He is simply put, using her to fulfill his sexual needs.

A friend would risk his life for you. A friend would have concern for your well-being. A friend makes sacrifices for the other in any relationship. I have friends both male and female and I care for them all and where ever possible I will go out of my way for them. Most of all I would never deny the relationship I have with any kindred spirit.

I sadly believe woman have been fooled to believe they are better now than their ancestors. The truth is exactly the opposite. Women were held in high regard and with respect. Woman held high and powerful positions. Women and men together raised a society based on real intimate love for one another. They shared their pains and sorrows and came out the other side. Men adored them whether wife, mother, sister or Queen. Mostly men would lay down their lives for their women in the past.

Sadly, now men run from women. They don’t want commitment to a woman and even worse they have no respect. They may smile and make a woman laugh but when he takes her to his bed he is not saying I love you. He is saying thanks for relieving me.

I only wish to end this rant to say I despise our recent history in regards to the human sexual relations and most of all the times I grew up in. I was misled and lied to and in the process it made my life very difficult. If possible I would go back and correct the actions of my youth. Without the ability to do that all I pray is that real women take the lead and put selfish men back in their place. They must change society so that a woman is respected for her mind and skills. So that the males may come to once again respect woman’s honor and his own place again beside a good strong woman.

There’s no snow*

The weather outside’s delightful
No reason to be frightful
No matter where we go,
There’s no snow, there’s no snow, There’s no snow

It was raining but now is stopping
We will all go outside hopping
Christmas lights are all  aglow
There’s no snow, There’s no snow, There’s no snow

When we finally kiss goodnight
We’ll thank God that there isn’t a storm
I will pray that you hold me tight
Even if in the car we’ll be warm

And the party is slowing dying
And our family is still good-bye’ng
As long as you love me so
I’m grateful….there’s no snow, no snow, no snow

*An Original NJ Parody for 2015  Christmas

Copyright 2015: G. Miguel Perez-Santalla

There's no snow

 

A Soul Apart – In Loving Memory of Karina Acosta

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This poem was written on the news of the death of the young and beautiful Karina Acosta a few years ago. She gave birth to her son in New York City and unfortunately for this world had contracted an infection while in the hospital and died a few shorts day later. She was a professional in the precious metals industry and was working at Mitsui Precious Metals at the time. She was a member of the IPMI and her name is never forgotten. I wish I had a picture of her to include with this to share with the readers. I hope for the readers that somehow the poem imparts the force of presence that was this young woman’s smile and personality.

I knew her,
Too few years
Yet my heart
Is filled with tears

News of her passing
Shall take its toll
On those she touched
With her beautiful soul

Always smiling
A beautiful face
She brought happiness
To any place

From Metro Mexico
She did come
To New York City
She brought the sun

At Peñoles and Mitsui
She was hired
Her gracious presence
Raised them higher

The precious metals
Were her care
They now lose their luster
Without her there

A family’s love
Is left behind
Also left,
Hundreds of friendships
Which she did mine

Before she went
She left a present
Alonso, a beautiful son
Her loving intent

A word,
That comes to mind
In thinking of her
Is love divine

Her loving grace
She gave to fill our hearts
Where it hurts,
Bring it in to mend
The tearing part

Dear Karina
You left us too fast
But you’ve touched us all
A true blessing

That will never pass

(C) G. Miguel Perez-Santalla

A Couple of My Favorite Chesterton Quotes

G.K. Chesterton“According to most philosophers, God in making the world enslaved it. According to Christianity, in making it, He set it free. God had written, not so much a poem, but rather a play; a play he had planned as perfect, but which had necessarily been left to human actors and stage-managers, who had since made a great mess of it.”
G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy

“An abyss of light”

There is at the back of all our lives an abyss of light, more blinding and unfathomable than any abyss of darkness; and it is the abyss of actuality, of existence, of the fact that things truly are, and that we ourselves are incredibly and sometimes almost incredulously real. It is the fundamental fact of being, as against not being; it is unthinkable, yet we cannot unthink it, though we may sometimes be unthinking about it; unthinking and especially unthanking. For he who has realized this reality knows that it does outweigh, literally to infinity, all lesser regrets or arguments for negation, and that under all our grumblings there is a subconscious substance of gratitude. That light of the positive is the business of the poets, because they see all things in the light of it more than do other men. Chaucer was a child of light and not merely of twilight, the mere red twilight of one passing dawn of revolution, or the grey twilight of one dying day of social decline. He was the immediate heir of something like what Catholics call the Primitive Revelation; that glimpse that was given of the world when God saw that it was good; and so long as the artist gives us glimpses of that, it matters nothing that they are fragmentary or even trivial; whether it be in the mere fact that a medieval Court poet could appreciate a daisy, or that he could write, in a sort of flash of blinding moonshine, of the lover who “slept no more than does the nightingale”. These things belong to the same world of wonder as the primary wonder at the very existence of the world; higher than any common pros and cons, or likes and dislikes, however legitimate. Creation was the greatest of all Revolutions. It was for that, as the ancient poet said, that the morning stars sang together; and the most modern poets, like the medieval poets, may descend very far from that height of realization and stray and stumble and seem distraught; but we shall know them for the Sons of God, when they are still shouting for joy. This is something much more mystical and absolute than any modern thing that is called optimism; for it is only rarely that we realize, like a vision of the heavens filled with a chorus of giants, the primeval duty of Praise.

G.K. Chesterton— Chaucer (1932).

One of the most beautiful things I have ever read

In an email exchange today I asked a friend who retired two years ago how he was doing. below was his response and it was absolutely beautiful.

 

Hand in handI’m loving retirement. I learned to play tennis and get to play golf a lot more too. And I walk 6 miles per day. I’m in the best shape of my life. But the best part is I get to spend everyday with my wife after 30+ years of travelling most of the time. We were both a little nervous about that but it’s really worked out wonderfully. She was my best friend and now she is again. I’m a lucky guy. 

Eternally Onward

Eternally Onwards

The age of reason
Has come and gone
Deceit and pleasure
Are number one

Young I thought
Life is long
Now times goes by
A passing gong

The thrill of life
Is in the learning
Living on the edge
Lacks all discerning

Wisdom comes
Too late for most
The body is weak
Our soul’s host

Truth and beauty
Sounds like a chime
Yet evils lurks
Throwing on it
Lies of slime

To seek true joy
In life, ain’t easy
The right path
Not for weak kneed

Many go wrong
With thoughts
Of second chances
There is no going back
No happenstances

Cherish the beauty
Open your heart
To love
Then it will lift
Heart and mind
Way up above

In an instant
This plane is gone
Only good spirits
Spring eternally on

By- G. Miguel Perez-Santalla

Copyright 2015

A Beautiful Place

I had bought a pair of binoculars at least 10 years back at a garage sale. These were in perfect condition. I had no idea what I would use it for and at the time I was going to many baseball games with my sons. Whenever we had nosebleed seats we would bring them along. It’s not very helpful to look through binoculars while at a game. You miss the action trying to track it down. For the most part they have sat on the shelf in my office for many years.

Recently I mentioned we had Robins nest in a pine tree outside our bathroom window. I was able to watch them through the whole process. Nesting, laying the eggs, sitting on the eggs, the hatch-lings, raising their young and finally the young leaving the nest. I began to get curious about the beautiful creatures we call birds.

I bought a book on birds in New Jersey. I got my binoculars out and now I am trying to take note of all the birds and their names. I am checking them off in the book and keeping a journal of my bird spotting. But to be sure I check the correct bird name I need my binoculars ….. my eyes are not so sharp anymore, even close up.

This morning I went for an early morning walk at 6 am. It happens that is when all the birds wake up and start their day. I was able to spot four different birds on my walk. As I was walking I had an interesting revelation.

The birds fly about gather food and enjoy the beauty around them. We humans on the other hand think we need to acquire or make beauty. Spending money on this or that thing. I am not saying that is all together a bad thing but some worry about it way too much. Many feel they need to keep up with the “Jones’s”.

If we step back and behave more like birds we will find more peace and harmony in our lives. They care about the basic necessities and worry about taking care of each other. It seems like loving each other is their top priority. They don’t fret about many things. When the chores are done they sit back and enjoy the beauty that already surrounds us.

Simply put, the focus should be in making our homes a place of love like the birds do. If we do that then beautiful things in life will become more abundant. And they aren’t things you can buy. Our homes become the beautiful place.

PS: The most common bird in my neighborhood is our tenant’s family, the American Red Breasted Robin.

NJ Robbin