Archive for February, 2012

“The Mystery of Sex”

February 28, 2012

Napoleon Hill            Don’t blame me.  I didn’t say it.  Napoleon Hill said it.  It is the title of a chapter in one of his books.  Who th’ hell is Napoleon Hill, you ask?  He was the Deepak Chopra and Tony Robbins of the 1920’s and 1930’s.  His book, Think and Grow Rich, was published in 1937!  That’s seventy-five years ago!  That was even before MY time!

You can read this chapter on line at,+98%25+…#PPA182,M1  starting on page 182.

Here are some quotes from that book:

The emotion of sex brings into being a state of mind.  Because of ignorance on the subject, this state of mind in generally associated with the physical, and because of improper influences, to which most people have been subjected, in acquiring knowledge of sex; things essentially physical have highly biased the mind. 

The emotion of sex, has back of it the possibility of three constructive potentialities, they are—

1.      The perpetuation of Mankind.

2.      The maintenance of health, (as a therapeutic agency, it has no equal).

3.      The transformation of mediocrity into genius through transmutation. (Bold emphasis is mine.)

 “Highly biased”?  See my blog on dysassociative sex.  His items 1 & 2 are what I call the pleasure/procreation paradigm.  But, his item #3 is why I wrote The Sacred Female!  The transmutation he speaks of may be a result of the transcendental experience I speak of.  However, the transcendental experience may not be necessary for the transmutation.  (Transmutation is simply the changing of one element or form of energy into another.)  But, more Hill.

Love, romance and sex are all emotions capable of driving men to heights of super achievement.  Love is the emotion which serves as a safety valve, and insures balance, poise, and constructive effort.  When combined, these three emotions may lift one to an altitude of a genius. There are genuii, however, who know but little of the emotion of love.  Most of them may be found engaged in some form of action which is destructive or at least, not based upon justice and fairness toward others.  If good taste would permit, a dozen genii could be named in the field of industry and finance who ride ruthlessly over the rights of their fellow men.  They seem totally lacking in conscience.  The reader can easily supply his own list of such men.  (Bold emphasis mine.)

Can you imagine?  He wrote this long before George Bush was born!  Nah!  Bush is no genius.

Now, you may think I wrote The Sacred Female to enhance the pleasure of women.  OK.  I did.  Why?  Accepting the various sexual responses of women is a part of loving them.  It seems the greater their sexual pleasure, the easier it is for them to provide this transcendental experience for men.  It clears the decks for action.  However, MEN ARE THE RECIPIANTS OF THIS GENIUS!  I wrote the book so men could survive and prosper in the tough times ahead.  I figured women would be the best teachers.

PS.  You can read The Sacred Female at http://authonomy,com, a Harper Collins UK site.  I’ve tried figuring out the URL, but unless you paste it into a new browser, it won’t work.    Here it is:

Copyright 2012 Art Noble

A “Higher Purpose” for Men and Women

February 25, 2012

(This will be the “Author’s Note” in The Alchemy of Erotic Love… for Guys.)

kissing  When it comes to women, men are taught to view them as either “brood cows” or “Pleasure Palaces.”  It wasn’t always this way.  We are taught to penetrate them as we did the enemy long ago, with sword and spear from behind a shield.  Even the word, vagina, means “scabbard” or “sheath” in Latin.  The bedroom is not a battlefield!  We treat them as a glass of beer, sipping only the frothy head, leaving the delicious nectar beneath to go flat and stale.  We do this at our own peril!

Join me as we look at woman without the perfumed blinders of pleasure and/or procreation.  We will look at her scientifically through the magnifying lens of love.  This lens is not the mushy gushy stuff of chick flicks, rather the lens that focuses the sun’s energy on us to ignite the creative flames of men’s souls.

I will not lead you down some primrose path of ethereal foo-foo talk.  I have been there and they all dead-end for me.  I wanted hard-core answers!  However, science hasn’t been there yet.  The flame in me can only suggest what science might find when they get there.  If my scientific speculation on what might be going on in the human body is wrong, it doesn’t make any difference.  The results are there, if you want them.

Many Gurus will tell you, ”I am right.  Believe me.”  I won’t.  As the old saying goes, “The proof of the pudding is in the tasting.”  Don’t believe me!  Try it for yourself.  Only when you have the results, will you believe me, and my speculative mechanisms still could be wrong.  I don’t think so, but it makes no difference.  The results are there, if you want them.

Oh, yes.  Our higher purpose?  To love and be loved.  That simple!

Copyright 2012 Art Noble

The Epic of Gilgamesh: 2nd Generation

February 15, 2012


(These tablets were found in the imaginary archeological dig of my mind.)




Grok, High Priest in the Temple of George,

Sat tattered and forlorn.

He watched as down the street

At the Temple of Ishtar

Lines were long and the sound of coin

Grated upon his ears.

Radiant men left the Temple,

Imbued with the power of Love.


Gilgamesh Jr., too, was

Discombobulated, and

The coffers of Urek grew empty.

His army dissipated as the

Men of Urek grew prosperous and

Content in their Joy,

Transformed with the power of Love.

Jr. could no longer raid and loot

Neighboring towns and states

For all war is simply

Theft and murder by Kings.

Grok with Jr., pondered

Until Jr. said, “I have a plan!”




Jr. called for his stealthiest assassin

And in confidence ordered him

To the house of Anktor, his General.

Jr. told the assassin to cut his throat

Then sever his penis

And bring it to Grok

In the Temple of George.

The assassin did

As he was bid.


The next morn

A great cry arose from Urek

As this news spread.

People gathered in the street,

And were startled by Grok

Waving the severed penis over head.

“George is angered,” he cried.

“You spend your time with Ishtar.”

“You ignore the Great God George.”

“This is your fate!”


Fearful, the men entered

The Temple of George,

Dropping their coin as they entered,

Music to the ears of Grok,

To humble themselves before George

As once they humbled themselves

Before Ishtar and their wives.

They left the Temple more fearful

Than when they entered.


Now believing only

The demise of Ishtar would save them

They whipped the Priestesses

Out of Urek

And ransacked the Temple

Bringing the wealth to Grok

(Who split it with Jr.)


The army gathered

Sumer was attacked

Men had coin for George

The coffers of Urek were filled,

And misogyny was born.



Copyright Art Noble 2012


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