Why Talk About This?
If you’re squirming already, good. Squirming means a “sacred cow taboo” just got poked. Moo, moo. And that’s the Lone Wolf’s job: to jab the parasites right in their sacred cows until the milk turns sour…
We’ve been told for centuries that sex is dirty, shameful, “fallen.” That pleasure is a sin, that self-touch is damnation, that only priests and paperwork can sanctify what the Ontology hard-wired into your body before you even knew how to spell sin.
I’m here to tell you: it’s all inversion. Sex is not dirty. Pleasure is not sin. Illumination and orgasm are not opposites — they are echoes of the same spark.
There are two orgasms: one of the flesh, one of the soul.
And the parasites have spent eons trying to leash them both. This is the story of how they failed, and why your body and your soul still carry the ignition switch of the “Big O” aka the Ontology=Universal Consciousness.
Part I: The Flesh Orgasm
Let’s start where everyone starts: the body.
The orgasm is the most obvious miracle built into human skin. Muscles convulse, nerves fire, the mind blanks, and for a few seconds, you vanish into pure ecstasy. Men spill seed, women tremble in waves, and the world shakes a finger.
Parasites call it “animal,” but the truth is the opposite: it’s divine. The orgasm is creation’s ignition. It births children, yes, but it also births ecstasy — proof that union feels like fire.
Self-Pleasure as Sovereignty
Here’s the part the priests hated most: you don’t even need another body to ignite it. Men can stroke themselves to eruption. Women can touch themselves to waves of rapture. It’s called self-pleasuring.
The sulfur crowd branded it sin because they couldn’t control what you did in the privacy of your own home. They turned a natural practice into guilt. They muttered about “seed wasting” and “unclean hands” while secretly doing it themselves behind monastery doors.
Why the ban? Because self-pleasure is sovereignty. If you can spark yourself, you don’t need their rituals, relics, or contracts. You don’t need their marriage licenses or their indulgences. You carry the temple right between your thighs.
And when a woman discovers the clitoris — that little pearl of nerve endings built solely for pleasure — the parasite story collapses completely. No “productive purpose,” no patriarchal utility — just ecstasy…
A divine joke at the expense of priests who claim God hates joy because their ‘god’ is really the Demiurge, the inversion of goodness.
Part II: The Sin of Onan
How They Twisted the Story…
The classic cudgel was Onan. Remember the story? He “spilled his seed upon the ground” and Abrahamic “God” struck him dead. Every church boy was told this meant: don’t masturbate or you’ll fry in hell.
But here’s the reality: Onan was killed not for touching himself, but for refusing to impregnate his dead brother’s wife, as the law demanded. It was about inheritance and duty, not about spilling seed. The parasites twisted it into a blanket ban on self-pleasure.
This is their oldest trick: take a text, twist it, weaponize it. Shame the spark until people beg for priests to mediate their guilt.
Part III: Circumcision and the ELohim Blade
If shame wasn’t enough, the parasites brought out the knife.
Circumcision was sold as covenant, as holiness, as “chosen.” But strip off the robes and it’s just mutilation. The ELohim blade marked the herd, dulled sensation, and weakened the natural bond between man and woman.
It was a scar of ownership: you belong to us now, goyum.
Think about it: why would the Source design the body with full-spectrum sensation, only for a knife to “improve” it? That’s not divinity. That’s parasitism. It’s alien inversion — a contract written in flesh.
The Cathars knew it. The Gnostics warned of false rulers and counterfeit covenants. Circumcision was one of the oldest tricks in the parasite bag — taming the herd with scars.
Note: Barbaric Female genital mutilation (FGM)
Like the barbaric practice of circumcision for men—meant to cull the alphas and enforce herd mentality—women, too, are subjected to abuse in many parts of the world. Across cultures, female genital mutilation (FGM) has targeted the clitoris, not only ignoring it but deliberately cutting or removing it in the name of purity, family honor, or the control of women’s desire. From East Africa to Indonesia, the knife has been justified as tradition, as religion, as “cleanliness”—but underneath it all lies fear of female pleasure. The very organ designed by nature for ecstasy has been treated as a threat to be cut away, a stark reminder that power systems always mutilate what they cannot control.
Part IV: The Cosmic Orgasm — Illumination
Now let’s flip the circuitry inside-out…
In 1972, at age 19, I was hit with what I call the “Illumination.” It was like being struck by a billion volts of awareness. For a split second, I knew everything. Auras glowed, locks opened, arrivals were sensed before they happened. It wasn’t belief. It wasn’t thought. It was knowing.
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And here’s the secret: it felt like orgasm. Not in the loins, but in the marrow. A detonation of ecstasy that didn’t end in semen or sweat, but in the “Flash of Knowing”…
This is illumination. The Cosmic orgasm. The O reminding itself through you.
The body orgasm joins flesh to flesh, seeding new life.
The soul orgasm joins Source to self, seeding new gnosis.
Both are union. Both are ecstasy. Both are fire.
Part V: The Parallels
The Big O doesn’t waste metaphors. Creation reuses circuitry.
The body climaxes and forgets itself. The soul illuminates and forgets itself.
Both are sudden, involuntary, undeniable.
Both prove that ecstasy is the signature of union.
Orgasm and illumination are mirrors. One is rehearsal for the other. The body whispers, this is what it feels like.
The soul roars, this is what it is to unite with the Supreme!
Part VI: The Cathars and Gnostics —
Heretics of Ecstasy
No wonder the Cathars rejected crucifixion worship. They knew the Christ was living light, not bloody contracts. They refused the parasite’s obsession with pain. They stood by the law: do no harm, take no guff, remember the Source.
The Gnostics before them said the same: the world system is counterfeit, the rulers are archons, and the spark cannot be owned.
That’s why they were crushed. That’s why their books were burned. That’s why they were called heretics. Because they remembered the orgasm of the soul and refused to kneel to the parasites’ counterfeit…
Read about why I feel I am a reincarnated Cathar…
Part VII: Parasite Distortions in the Modern Age
Fast-forward to now. The parasites don’t burn heretics at the stake; they run porn servers, pharma labs, and fake guru retreats.
Porn floods dopamine but severs intimacy. Ecstasy reduced to pixels, sovereign pleasure outsourced to corporations.
Pharma dulls libido with pills, rewires hormones with chemicals, convinces you your body is broken.
Fake enlightenment sells “kundalini activation” in weekend workshops — belief without gnosis, stage lights without illumination.
It’s the same old trick, just modernized: take the ignition, package it, shame you if you do it alone, charge you if you want it returned.
Part VIII: Cosmic Weather and the Rising Spark
But the Ontology laughs last.
Solar flares hammer the magnetosphere. Schumann resonance spikes. Cosmic rays thread DNA. The field is igniting whether the parasites like it or not.
At ECETI Ranch, under Mount Adams, I watched plasma lights dance across the night sky. Not satellites, not planes — beings of light, answering the field. I felt I could speak to them without words. That’s what illumination feels like: ecstasy without body, union without shame.
The same spark the Cathars died for, the same flame the Gnostics whispered about, is now vibrating in the atmosphere. You can feel it in your chest if you stop long enough to listen.
Part IX: The Lone Wolf’s Lesson
Here’s the truth no priest, no professor, no parasite wants you to hear:
Your body is not dirty.
Your pleasure is not sin.
Your orgasm is rehearsal for illumination.
Your illumination is orgasm inverted into light.
Self-pleasure is sovereignty. Illumination is sovereignty. Circumcision, shame, dogma — those are parasite contracts. Break them. Burn them. Walk free.
The Big O gave you the ignition switch. Flesh and spirit both. The only “sin” is forgetting…
We howl what the priests fear to whisper. We say orgasm and illumination in the same breath. We drag circumcision and shame into the light. We remember what they tried to erase.
The battle for your soul is not in temples or textbooks. It’s in your body and your marrow. In your loins and your light.
There are two orgasms: one of flesh, one of soul. Both are sparks of the same Big O. Both make the parasites squirm. Both belong to you.
So go ahead, pilgrim: touch, know, ignite. This wolf won’t tell you it’s sin. The enlightened wolf will tell you it’s sovereign.
NO MORE SACRED COWS FOR THE WOLF PACK…
From ruin come wings—the forced metamorphosis is our dawn, not our doom, with freedom for humanity on the horizon.
🔥 Forced Metamorphosis
Originally written in before the Lone Wolf became popular, but buried in over 333 Lone
Wolf stories. Almost nobody saw it back then — feels even sharper today.
This Lone Wolf was born to be an Ontology-Whisperer — carrying the memory of Source into the noise of the maya-world, tuning ears back to the field that never lies.
References:
Nag Hammadi Library — Gnostic texts on the Pleroma and archons.
Cathar history (Albigensian Crusade) — Endura, rejection of crucifixion cult.
Walter Russell— The Secret of Light, illumination.
Clif High — consciousness, solar flares, Bardo field.
James Gilliland / ECETI Ranch — plasma beings, cosmic contact.
Studies on circumcision and sexual function — the EL blade inversion.
Tantric and indigenous traditions — orgasm as sacred gateway.
There is much Truth here...great meeting you! Looking forward to walking down this road alongside you!