Imaginings of The House of GladHeart - One of Many Hats Constructed of Fancy

Here, I relate as a member of a House: the House of GladHeart; it is one of the many venues of GladHeart's cast and parliament of characters and composites. And too, it is a venue and, place of safe respite, open to a considered, participatively consensual salon of characters, each in their own rights. It is a place of breaking bread and sipping the wines of Time in a warm cloak of a radically humanized (otherwise upside down), `Robert's Rules of Order` - Humanized-Gorean. It is a place of fraternity, camaraderie and, that extols the values of liberty and of good will. It too is a glen and sanctuary of Pan-of-Isis and all those of like observance. There arises from this conception, a House meant of harmony and consent of understanding. This House is communicated as a SIMPLICITY of Gorean form BUT, be it known, a Humanized-Gorean. This House is TOTALLY WITHOUT the belief that a woman person by nature is in any way inferior or, that submission or the deep understanding of a 'kajira' of perfection with a fire in her heart and heat in her belly, abrogates her abilities, her intelligence or, her as a human being of the deepest consciousness and innate humanity. This Gorean romanticism of perfection, found most frequently in the earlier and more commendable novels, is of the strong, conquering, handsome Harlenesque prince; and, the beautiful, intelligent and resourceful earth princess who ultimately finds her place in the deepest love of an adoration, awe and, self-fulfilled perfection found with gratitude in a Garden of Eden to be breathed nestled in the clear air, under the skies of the Gorean moons.

This House is not a fairytale of school girl romanticism or an infatuated dressing of a Ken doll and the placing of it in their dollhouses. It is of love and good intent but, as a ship at sea, this house is not without 'order and form'. This conceived Home Stone is of, 'Peace and Kindness to All Who Enter and to All Who it Touches'. In simplicity, this House is served by that understanding of order and, a will of peace. As such, it is served without meanness, negative degradation or, competitiveness and drama; but instead, in the verbal costume of a theatre in honour of that celebration. I am an imagined overseer and Master to this Home Stone of order, of form and, of expressed purpose. It is a salon of good mind not made of the myopic ideas of single place or time. It is a place of frivolity, deeper thinking and contemplation. It is a place of musings, poetry and conversations. It is a place where, with the ignoring of arbitrarily imposed labeling and acronyms that, as appropriate in an accord excluding any non-consensual, fanciful extremes of Gor or the equally radical and farcical extremes of St. Augustine's Earthly, pious debauchery of nature and reason, there is a recognition and unashamed inclusion of the natural and underlying realities of human sexuality.

As for GladHeart, the keeper of this House, I am an unashamed, grounded human infidel of many hats. They are hats worn from a considerate place of a happy contentment. I too (with a hope of correctness), consider myself neither self-centered nor, narcissistic. Rather, I would imagine myself akin to an unpretentious Meister: a 'Master' who knows his Heart wherein there is a foundation of a peace of quietude, a sincere goodness and, a well meaning strength. In this vein, I take myself, by propensity and inclination, to be of a laissez-faire and accommodating nature but, I am a Dominant in that I know my Way, even in consideration of my imperfections. I would wish of myself to say, he holds himself long liberated from jealousy. He chooses not be bought with money or pussy nor, power of possession or self-aggrandizement. As such, he has chosen to live by preferences and not by desires. His needs are few: his wants, by choice, he selects and allows - 'If the dog is hungry, throw it a bone [Zen koan]'. You will find a GladHeart centered and sane, sensual, nurturing and, aware of the art of listening. He is at depth most simply a loving being who does not search for what or who he is. He is completed without those questions. For, in a humility of consensus within is own mind, he has declared, I do know the Light of that Knowledge. As for purpose, where there is no harm, I am shameless and without the concept of sin. Where there is consensus and order; then, mindfulness and resolution of action can move forward and stir with mirth, Dance in the Fabric-of-Existence! My path and my conceived House and Home Stone in this Dance, in remaining mindful and of good spirit, is the seeking, while cognizant of 'doing no harm' to the psyche, to recognize and involve spirit, mind and body bundled together in their human complexity. This allowance is ultimately found both in the laudatory nurturing and encouraged unfolding of the so called heart - that place of mind tethered as of one above the mind of discernment and logic: and too, a lauding of the identified-self and its morphing through that portal into the Egolessness of a timeless eternity unfolding in the realm of intensities created of actualized human elation experienced in an empyrean clarity of undeniability. It is, as well, in the more worldly setting of our life, a recognition, embracing and unfolding of a celebratory embodiment expressed through the senses of our corporeal outlets to the universe. In this last totalling and in its allowance, it is, along with the happy liberty of being, an encompassing of the spirit, of feelings and, of sensations in their journeyings in life, Love, friendship, kink, mischief, sensuality and, all their alloyed interactings with the human mind in its choices of exploration.

In conclusion, the preceding paragraphs of thought and deliberation being taken in aggregate, accompanied by a smile acquired in a travelled discernment wrought of knowing the all consuming dramas found endlessly played out in the vaudeville of Time; that after all due considerations are taken of council, no one shall ultimately force impose their baggage of unthought or unresolved old stories nor, their disharmony of actions within this House as conceived; for, it is in its expressing, the domain of my mind and the sanctuary of my place.