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letting go, because I had already programmed them to be mine! I already discussed how women become addicted to us, because their minds are wired to fuse love and sex together, while our minds are wired to fuse sex and money and sex and power together. This has been going on since the beginning of time, men...the beginning of time. It is spiritual prostitution and pimping. Our sexual encounters determine if we have an heir to our name.” He paused. “Reproduction, a pregnancy—that’s power, we did that! Now...back to the original topic here. When I was ready to meet my Queen, I had trouble finding her initially because even though I had detoxed, I hadn’t stopped having sex.
    “That was asking too much! I needed it, or at least I believed I did. I had to get clean in all arenas, so I pledged finally to becom e celibate, and you know why? My desire for her was stronger than my desire to fuck random pussy!” He held his hands out like a scale. “You have to weigh your options against what you want and make a sacrifice. Initially, I kept running into the wrong women, but, unlike some people, I couldn’t say all women were the same. I couldn’t blame the women as I searched for my Queen. No, no! You hear it all the time, ‘ All men are dogs!’ That is the wrong message—it not only isn’t true, it actually says a lot about the person speaking. Since we attract who we are on a vibrational level, then that means that most of the women who keep meeting these dogs are on a lower vibration too…and men, you aren’t exempt! Some of you say the same bullshit. It goes for anyone who has ever said, ‘an entire gender, race of people or a group from a certain economic bracket ain’t shit!’”
    The room rang out in applause.
    “I tell the Goddesses this. It’s no secret! I tell it like it is because I am trying to save you time and trouble. When you are damaged , attracting impaired people, and then that relationship falls the fuck apart, don’t be surprised, goddamn it! You got what you are. Look in the mothafuckin’ mirror at yo’ shit! You drew that mothafucka to you!”
    Several men jumped to their feet and applauded.
    “And then the relationship after that, and the one after that, and it will keep happening, because you never healed. You never had time to be by your damned self. You just ran from relationship to relationship, without pondering on why you keep meeting the same fucked up mothafuckas or the same screwed up broads! You meet who you are! You heard me talk about opposites attract and may think I am contradicting myself. I’m not—I will get more into that later but opposites attract when we are on high vibrations, healed and well—we attract people who can help us, on a positive vibe, when that happens! If you meet your polar opposite in some regards, that is a good thing. It means you are evolving and need a teacher to help you get to the next phase. Like to some degree, my wife and I. We are different, yet the same. We balance each other out, yin and yang. She teaches me my lessons, and I teach her hers, but we still must do our own homework. Anyway, back to this.”  He cleared his throat as the audience simmered to a dull drone.
    “ We are mere mirrors of one another. No woman in her right mind would want to fuck with me like I was. Once I got my shit together, beautiful women who had their shit together, too, came out of the goddamn woodwork. The kind of women I wanted to date, make a commitment to, but I had a sense about it, men. Not all men will but I still knew they weren’t her ; and there was nothing wrong with these women! Intelligent, spiritually together, drop-dead mothafuckin’ gorgeous! Something told me,” Saint squinted his eyes as the light illuminated his form, “something said to me, when you see her, you will want to fuck her right there in public.”
    Another burst of laughter and sporadic applause broke out.
    “Now, I am a nympho, okay, but I do have s ome