Considering that part of the problem we are facing is the absolute desecration and perversion of sexuality (it's used for control and compromise) by (((them))), it certainly doesn't hurt to get a handle on that aspect within ourselves. While I didn't have the best role models in my parents when it came to understanding those urges and feelings as a growing boy, I didn't have the worst. Most of it I had to figure out on my own, and fortunately for me, love and romance was never far from that awareness.
The girl I most lusted for was the girl I had been involved romantically with for many years. the lust kicked in the moment I first saw her in a bikini for the first time.. She was my neighbor, and we had been secret boyfriend/girlfriend since age 8, doing everything we possibly could to express our feelings for one another without being caught and risking the taunts and teases. That meant secretly holding hands, longing glances, initials carved in trees, messages and notes passed, blowing kisses…
The moment I first saw her at age 12 in a bikini, I instantly understood everything about grown up love. It all made sense, whereas before it was just theory and mechanics. Sadly, I wasn't the only one to notice her change. The older boys began circling and I lost her affections. No matter, in short time I was the older boy to her sisters and other girls, who wanted me to teach them everything I knew about kissing and "stuff."
At the same time, much older girls (babysitters…) recognized the budding Lance Romance in me and took me under their wings, guiding me into manhood by teaching me what was and wasn't appropriate in a number of ways. One way was observing them around boys, allowing me to be with them while they went through their own experiments and trials (makeout parties). They would also cuddle with me (keeping them warm on a cold night) while watching TV, allow me to hold their hands and swoon in their presence, dance with them… I was way too young to ever be considered a boyfriend, but they knew what was going on. I was being taught.
I can't leave out the fact that my Catholic upbringing helped provide guidance as well. I knew there were boundaries to behavior for a reason. It was the difference between animal and man. Animals had no conscience, only urges and instincts. I watched two dogs F at a young age, and got the message.
As the girls were blossoming spectacularly around me, I became aware how far too many boys looked at them disrespectfully, coupled with the rude things they would say. I wasn't blind to their obvious charms and allure, but crass thoughts were the last thing that went through my head, what to speak of saying them out loud.
Here's the thing: Girls know instinctively what makes you tick inside when it comes to that issue. I can't explain it any more than girls knew what I knew, without even having to talk about it. My experience throughout those early years (most of my life, actually) is a testament to that fact. Quality, not quantity became the rule. Little of what I experienced has filled me with regrets, including the out of control lusty stuff, all of it at their prompting.
Everything I just said is normal stuff. Very old, ancient mating rituals and instincts. I learned lessons, I paid attention, I applied conscience. Self pleasure for me became an attempt to connect to all those experiences, a reminder of who I was, and what I went through. Almost like looking through a picture book.
Here's the Storm related part. Those of us in Q research know we are at war. If you've been here since the beginning, you know what that involves. An evil class of people without a soul or conscience have conspired to use and abuse us as if we were their slaves. Part of their means and methods is the complete desecration of everything I wrote above. They also go beyond anything I would ever consider, such as using children for sexual pleasure and ritual torture.
There is nothing more I want to do than chop the heads off of such people. Hangings, fed to sharks, drawn and quartered, you name it, it's all on the table. I want to send them to hell, painfully.
Self whacking doesn't come anywhere close to the things I consider worth punishing another for. Where self denial comes in with respect to warrior culture, you're talking about channeling energies, which is a powerful skill. I applaud and support those who understand what we are facing, and dedicating oneself to helping bring this fight to a victorious conclusion. In the heat of battle, when and if that time comes, there won't be time or room for those who can't control and channel instincts. Put your metal cod piece on, pick up your weapon and get busy!