A slave

From: Powerotics

By: Hans Meijer - posted with permission

For personal use only - republication without prior permission prohibited

A slave is a woman who came to me and brought something that completes myself. Without a slave I cannot be, since I cannot be the dominant that I am without a counterpart. As night cannot be without day, land cannot be without ocean and heat cannot be without cold. If I am Yang, she is the corresponding Yin. Since I am male, she must be female. Since I am dominant she must be willing to be shaped into my counterpart. This is what she brought with her: herself and her willingness to be shaped and formed. Not desire, since desire would be based on her former self. Not readiness, since she did not know what to be ready for.

I do not hunt for slaves. They cross my path when the time is right. The universe has sent them to me. Since opposites attract, there is no need to try and influence this process. The opposites will find each other. Besides, the hunter will only find the weak, the ones not well-enough equipped to evade the hunter. She must come because she must, because it had to be. My counterpart must be equal to me since I have no desire for the weak.

A slave is raw clay, eroded from the mountains in thousands of years, carefully grinded from rock into particles by the water until it is ready to be formed into something new. Still a mountain, merely in a new shape. Clay is deposited by the water, where river meets ocean and the water gets ready to start its own endless circle of transformation, from ocean to damp, from damp to cloud, from cloud to rain, from rain to river - to feed the land and to form new clay so not only the water, but the rock too can be reshaped through becoming clay. As it was once reshaped from magma into rock. Nothing vanishes, it just changes shape and by changing shape it changes function. Trees become carbon, carbon may become diamond.

As neither the water nor the mountain are gods, but merely part of the endless process of transformation, neither - although a reshaper - am I a god but just another element in the endless transformation process we humans call evolution. Water does not conquer the rock. It simply transforms it, as it will transform itself, into rain, into life, into any other living being on the planet. In the community of dragons I am a blue dragon - the water dragon - hence I cannot be without reshaping.

So the slave must not be willing to be reshaped. Neither should she have the desire to. Instead the slave, like the rock, should understand this is the purpose of her being: learning, developing, moving on. Like the rock the reshaping process will not be easy, for she is strong and so she must be. Would she not be strong, evolution would be damaged. Out of the raw and violent battle between the strongest of elements, new forms will be shaped and as the water forms itself around the rock and the rock will form itself around the water, so will master and slave form themselves around each other. Neither I, nor the slave, will ever be the same afterwards, for she will become a part of me, as I become a part of her.

Will she be a piece of art, a masterpiece of domination? No, she will just be herself. She will go back to the very reason for her existing, the essence of her self. She must understand that for this she will have to leave behind conventions and concentrate on what is important only: the very essence of her existence. Being her owner and shaper, I will remove such conventions so she herself can flourish and nurture herself in the pure sunlight and warmth, not guided by directions, but guided by her true self.

A slave will understand that she is no longer the rock - although that is where she came from. She will understand that clay is an intermediate stage between rock and the new form, so she must be willing to leave the rock behind, be freed from it so she can transform. Not reborn, but transformed - the basic elements of rock will still be there, so will the molecules. They merely change shape and as result change function.

Like the mason or the sculptor, who use their hammer and chisel to form the rock into architecture or art, the water uses force and its own power to transform the rock. So will I transform her, using my own power, strength and tools. Like the sculptor I will remove what is no longer a necessity or that, what obstructs the exposure of the true beauty: the diamond inside. She will endure the difficult and often painful process of transformation.

We will fight the battle side by side when possible, on opposite sides when necessary. Still, it will be the same battle. We are the warriors, the battleships that fight the fight. Out of the fight something new is born - the warriors are instrumental to fight. They must be of equal strength and skill, or else, the warriors will fight an uneven fight and the end result will an in balanced siege from the strong over the weak. Sieges never hold - power balances do, based on mutual respect, born from equality albeit from opposing sides. I cannot be a warrior if there is no one to fight.