The Heart of Mentalism: A male perspective of the female mind.
by AIR AC 666
I want to love the mind of a woman who seeks it.
Contrary to popular belief, the best thing a woman has to offer isn't sex or her ability to provide children, but access to her untranslated mind.
It's like a drug that can't be described.
You can't wait to be vulnerable to her so that you might get another taste of her truth.
When it's gone, as quickly as it came, the pain remains worth it.
It makes you take incredibly unreasonable risks while knowingly the odds are against you.
It can only be felt in the mind but it alters your breathing pattern in a very distinctive manner.
If I could describe it in one sentence, I would say that it's like fear in reverse.
There's no way to experience it without permanently altering how you perceive the world.
Anyone who's ever experienced what I'm talking about can appreciate why women are relatively indirect in how they communicate.
It would be masterfully reckless to just give it away in basic day-to-day conversation.
To have known it for a few moments and then to be without it is the equivalent of finding shelter in a storm before the storm rips it away.
It happens so fast you question your mental health because you can't believe you've found something so amazing.
An internal form of anesthesia is the ironic twist that it brings.
The level of trust it requires to reach that depth of a woman's mind makes you question your own intentions.
Every conversation is a layer added to the listener and removed from the speaker.
This transfer of layers is why my mind pulses from the outside in.
Can you imagine a gust of wind that blows only when a woman forms new ideas just for you?
Now imagine that wind pushing you forward for the rest of your life.
This is the heart of mentalism and it's the greatest challenge I’ve ever known.