Order of Nature, Natural Order

In regards to a discussion on the CM GP Forum arguing the terms order of nature and natural order from the books themselves it seems there's some controversy.

I know for many years it was said the Gorean Philosophy was based on Natural Order, later came Order of Nature which bumped Natural Order away as a boo boo.

The current controversy is a FW claiming "natural order" was never used in the book series. Others are unsure and one or two claim otherwise.

So here I've been flipping through Explorers (the New for 1979 edition, first printing March 1979) where I haven't come across the words as of yet, but .... going out on a limb here.. I believe I do recall the words natural order before and if not more than once in the series, too. I'll lick the lash if I'm not recalling properly.

The FW claims not so.

I think the thread is called-- So I've discovered this thing called "Gorean".

In any event, I'm not posting anything in regards to it. Well, 'less I find the discrepancy for certain.

Perhaps the problem is different publications of same book title.

The quoted text and page number on the thread listed is not in my book.

I do love puzzles..

And I really would do the work...

but...

hehe,

Until next time...


Edit to add- I couldn't stop looking.... sheesh

One reference found and verified.

Your Gorean is Better than...

Yet.. is it?

Lately she's found it quite embarrassing to even be around people, free or slave, who are so chest thumping they think their gorean is better than anothers. There's no set of rules and just when you think there is, as in years ago, you might find that what you thought you knew... means nothing. All these years spent to have Goreans respected and recognized as a lifestyle, alternative way of living or whatever you might want to call it.. seperate from BDSM, isn't getting better, but worse.

Societies and communities grow with people.

Observation and communication, watching and listening. Learning..

The book-- Try to live by it.. and you'll find at some point that you need to get the hell out of it. It doesn't work. Then later.. it's back to the book again.

It's fine that some don't recognize the institution of marriage as gorean. That doesn't keep us from the path. It's a silly argument especially when it can be shown in many that parts of their lives wouldn't be considered gorean either. Whoopdee dooo.

Our marriage contradicts the gorean ethology. It will not stop us from believing in what we do.

Blah blah blah

Putting people down doesn't show strength.. it shows weakness. It would be much more peaceful to just live your lives and find happiness in it. Live it your way. Just be who you are. But nooooooo, afterall drama makes your day. Tranquility makes ours.

Courage is being kicked down, back handed, knocked on your ass and still being able to get up, hold ones head high and shrug it off.

"Do not condemn the judgement of another because it differs from your own.. You may both be wrong". ~Dandemis

Until next time...

A Few Favorite Gorean Quotes

A few of my favorite Gorean Quotes

"Beauty and intelligence are all well and good," I said, "but the best slave is she who loves most deeply." Magicians of Gor, page 204

" The brand is to be distinguished from the collar, though both are a designation of slavery. The primary significance of the collar is that it identifies the master and his city. The collar of a given girl may be changed countless times, but the brand continues throughout to bespeak her status " ~Outlaw of Gor, page 187 by John Norman~

One respects wives; one lusts for slaves; wives are free, and are to be treated with dignity and circumspection; slaves are owned, and are suitable objects to be put to one’s pleasure. The wife consents, if she feels like it, and is so inclined; the slave obeys. The wife may dole out her favors by carefully measured spoonfuls, like medicine, in a regimen designed to reduce and torment, and thus to control, an angered, frustrated, confused, manipulated, indoctrinated, unquestioning, childlike patient; the slave kneels and hopes to be found pleasing.
~Witness of Gor, page 587~

"This speaks of reality and savagery, of ferocity, and beauty and barbarism, and of the fundamental meaningfulness of the male/female relationship, that of power and ferocity to beauty, of dominator to dominated, of master to slave. The dancing of the female before the male, that she be found pleasing and he be pleased, is one of the most profound lessons in all of human biology. Others are when she kneels before him, when she kisses his feet, when she performs obeisance, when she knows herself subject, truly, to his whip."
~Dancer of Gor, page 195 by John Norman~

“May I speak, may I speak?” I begged. No,” I was told.
So I was silent.”
~Witness of Gor, page 134 by John Norman~

“I had been conquered and enraptured, destroyed and renewed, rent in fragments and made whole, freed and enslaved, broken and created. And in the end, overwhelmed, struggling to comprehend, I had found myself more a slave than ever. The strongest chains, you see, are not those of iron, nor the strongest bonds those of steel. How frail are such things compared to the chains of desire, the bonds of need! Even now, as fulfilled as I had been, I could sense a growing restlessness in my body. To be sure, it can be dangerous to be too importunate. One can be whipped for it. But what men can do to a woman, had surely, in me, been at least begun. How natural it is, once one understands these things, to fall to one’s knees, begging plaintively. I knew myself, as I lay there, to be wholly a slave. It was what I should be, and was.
How fortunate I was to have been made what I was ! How few women have been made what they are!" ~Witness of Gor, page 306 by John Norman~

"I wished a man would throw me to my belly and lock a collar to my throat. I wished to lie trembling at His feet, in the shadow of His whip knowing that thenceforth,whether I wished it or not, I existed for love, passion and service."
~ Kajira of Gor

"Buy me," she whispered. "Buy me. You are rich! You can buy me!"
"Is that how a slave begs?" I asked.
"Buy Tana!" she wept. "Buy Tana!"
(Hunters of Gor; page - 61)

Sometimes a girl is whipped when she is first brought into a new house. It is regarded, in some cities, including Victoria as a way of making clear to her that the house in which she now finds herself is a house in which she is a slave. Ten strokes more then did I administer to the fair beauty. "Too," I said, "earlier you dared to speak my name." "Forgive me Master," she sobbed. "That has earned you five extra strokes," I informed her. She moaned and then was shaken five times, encircled in the burning lashes, being repaid for her insolence. When I lowered the whip she sagged in the leather, fastened at the ring, and slipped from consciousness. I went before her and slapped her awake. She looked at me, startled, awakened in pain, terrified. "And one more stroke," I told her, " to remind you that you are slave." "Yes Master," she whispered.
I delivered the blow, letting it be the fiercest of her beating. ---Rogue of Gor, 14:129-130

"The dancing of the female before the male, that she be found pleasing and he be pleased, is one of the most profound lessons in all of human biology."
~Dancer of Gor, page 193 by John Norman~

It is a thing of softness, heat, devotion, obedience, service, beauty, and love.
~Witness of Gor, pages 101 & 102 by John Norman~

"Do not try to force me to be what you want me to be! Rather accept me for what I want to be, and am!—one who knows she belongs at the feet of men!—and desires to be at the feet of men!—their slave!!—their loving slave!”
~Witness of Gor, pages 700 & 701 by John Norman~

“Do you think that the meaning of an oath is the words it wears? It is rather what it celebrates and intends, the meaning behind the meanings of the words. Repudiated in words, it was revered in deeds. Denied, it was fulfilled. Forsworn, it was kept. Honor rejected was honor transformed, honor restored. How often do we seek to do one thing and discover we have done another? How often we achieve ends which we do not intend…..Honor has many voices, and many songs.”
~Witness of Gor by John Norman~

“You are no more than a branded slut, no more than meaningless, worthless collar meat!” he cried.
“Yes, Master!” I cried.
~Witness of Gor, page 700~

There is a lovelier, warmer, more beautiful, benign sense, of “finding security on a chain.” It is one familiar to thousands of loving slaves. In a typical bondage, one is cared for, nourished, sheltered, nurtured, protected, and often loved.
~Witness of Gor, page 586 by John Norman~
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“Obeisance!” he said.
Instantly I knelt forward, the palms of my hands on the floor, my head to the floor. “Lick and kiss,” he said. I scrambled forward and, head down, kissed and licked, swiftly, frightened, at his feet and sandals.”
~Witness of Gor, page 322 by John Norman~

“We want a man at whose feet we feel it is appropriate that we should kneel, as women, and slaves. We do not want an equal; that is not enough for us; we want more than that; we want a master. We want him to be strong, ambitious, aggressive, possessive, jealous, lustful, dangerous, dominant. We want him to guard us, and protect us, and own us, with masculine ferocity, to see us as his rightful properties. We want to feel ourselves as though we are nothing before his wrath and power. We want to feel that it is the most important thing in the world for us that we please him. We want him to be jealous of us, and fiercely possessive of us; we want to be important to him; we do not want to be ignored or neglected; we do not want to be taken for granted, or just be “there,” perhaps almost unnoticed, as are so many “wives” of earth; the slave, I assure you, receives a great deal of attention, perhaps more than she sometimes cares for; she, in her service, and subject to his command and domination, is muchly noticed; one of the cruelest of punishments he can inflict upon us is to subject us to the same neglect and indifference commonly accorded to an Earth “wife”; how we strive to be pleasing to him, that that will not occur; but it seldom occurs; better the mercy of the slave lash; he must want to keep track of us, for we are his possessions; he must want to know our thoughts, our whereabouts, and our every action. He desires us, he lusts for us and we are his, and so he is jealous of us and inordinately possessive of us, his relished goods, his coveted prizes, his properties, his slaves, and so he keeps us on a short leash.”
~Witness of Gor, pages 459 & 460 by John Norman~

“In bondage it is your heart, your love, that blossoms.”
~Witness of Gor, page 524 by John Norman~

“I am a slave inwardly, in my need, and in my love, and in my nature! It is what I am! Despise me for it, if you wish! I am a natural slave, a rightful slave, and here, on this world, in my collar, I have found myself at last! Hate me! Hold me in contempt! But I am a slave, and I love being a slave; I love it! I love it! Do not try to force me to be what you want me to be! Rather accept me for what I want to be, and am!—one who knows she belongs at the feet of men!—and desires to be at the feet of men!—their slave!!—their loving slave!”
~Witness of Gor, pages 700 & 701 by John Norman~

I am content to be a slave, and wish to be a slave! I am fulfilled in bondage, in ways that you, a man, or some men, may never understand! Oh, yes, you enslave us for your gratifications and pleasures, you monsters, you beasts! But what you do not know is that we love our bonds, and our belonging, and our being owned, and being helplessly subject to the magnificence, the glories, even to the whip, of your total, uncompromised mastery of us! Do you not know we want men to be strong ,and our masters? Let the twisted and hormonally deficient conceal their seekings of power under the pratings of rhetorics. Let other of us who long to love and serve, and obey, and be desired, dream of masters!—yes masters!!—our masters!
“Yes!” he cried. “I love you, you worthless slut, you meaningless thing! I have loved you, madly, insanely, uncontrollably, recklessly, violently, from the first moment I saw you!” “Master,” I breathed, unable to believe my ears. “Yes!” cried he. “Call me ‘Master’! It is fitting, for you are a slave, and will never be other than that!” “Yes, Master!” I said. “You are no more than a branded slut, no more than meaningless, worthless collar meat!” he cried. “Yes, Master!” I cried.
“You are unworthy to be a free woman!” “I hope so, Master,” I said
“What?” he cried. “—I hope so, Master,” I whispered. “Slave!” he sneered. “Yes, Master,” I said. “It is true. That is what I am.”
“Disgusting!” he said. “No!” I cried. “No!”
“Do you dare speak back to me?” he cried.
“With master’s permission!” I cried.
“You will never be a free woman!” he said.
“Nor do I wish to be a free woman!” I said. “ have been free! I know what it is like! I am content to be a slave, and wish to be a slave! I am fulfilled in bondage, in ways that you, a man, or some men, may never understand! Oh, yes, you enslave us for your gratifications and pleasures, you monsters, you beasts! But what you do not know is that we love our bonds, and our belonging, and our being owned, and being helplessly subject to the magnificence, the glories, even to the whip, of your total, uncompromised mastery of us! Do you not know we want men to be strong ,and our masters? Let the twisted and hormonally deficient conceal their seekings of power under the pratings of rhetorics. Let other of us who long to love and serve, and obey, and be desired, dream of masters!—yes masters!!—our masters!
He look down upon me, and I realized that these things to him, a man of Gor, were not that strange. He knew something of our needs.
He was not a stranger to the nature of females. “I am a slave,” I whispered. “It is well known to me that you are a slave.”
~Witness of Gor, page 700 by John Norman~

Truth does not care whether it is believed or not; similarly, stone walls and cliffs do not care whether they are noted or not; so then let us leave it to the individual to do as he thinks best. Truth, the stone wall, the cliff, are not enemies; but they are real.”
~Witness of Gor, page 586 by John Norma~

“Submit yourself to your sisters i bondage.... as one who is now the lowest and most ignorant of slaves, the humblest of tyros and novices. Watch them. Learn from them. Serve them. Bring them small treats which you might earn. Beg them to help you, to teach you their ways, Beg them to help you, to teach you their ways,
~Renegades of Gor. pg 165 by John Norman~

"The dancing of the female before the male, that she be found pleasing and he be pleased, is one of the most profound lessons in all of human biology. Others are when she kneels before him, when she kisses his feet, when she performs obeisance, when she knows herself subject, truly, to his whip." - Dancer of Gor, Pg. 193 by John Norman~

"He is Master and I am slave. He is owner and I am owned.
He is to be pleased and I am to please. Why is this?
Because he is Master and I am slave.
~Page 184 - Explorers of Gor by John Norman~

"A woman can only respect a man who can reduce her to utter defeat" ~Page 298 - Nomads of Gor by John Norman~

"Do you know, ultimately," I asked, "who will prove to be your one best trainer?" "No, Master"... "You, yourself," I said, "the girl, herself, eager to please, imaginative and intelligent, monitoring her own performances and feelings, striving lovingly to improve and refine them. You yourself will be largely responsible for making yourself the superb slave you will become" ~p.210 Savages by John Norman~

Any free woman who couches with another's slave or readies for such, becomes, by law, herself a slave and the property of said slaves owner. Magicians of Gor, page 7


"They all wear collars," is the first portion of a familiar exchange, of which Goreans are fond. The second, and concluding, portion of the exchange is, "But each in her collar is different." This exchange, I think, makes clear the attitude of the Gorean toward the slave girl. In one sense, she is nothing, and is to be treated as such, but, in another sense, she is precious, and is everything.
---Guardsman of Gor, 20:260

Ramblings of Gor

I find myself disturbed in that all those people, with a few exceptions, who claim to be gorean suddenly carry a holier than thou attitude. I'm not speaking of the free vs slave nature.

The same people that just a year ago Tal'd eachother entering chat rooms, in some forums now consider it role play when others use the same term. People that have claimed the Gorean status for years, the same people. People I once had high respect for is lessening more and more each day.

I am not one of those people who believe respect is earned. Instead I give it automatically and from there it can only be lost. Why should some earn my respect? Perhaps I should earn theirs but that's their decision. I'm not that way.

Suddenly the hypocritical ways and double standards are getting to me. Maybe I didn't see it as much before, maybe I didn't care to see it. It's not my business really. I see it more than I want to now. It bothers me because now I'm seeing those people as fake or liars one way or the other. It's one or the other. Again there are exceptions. They were in the chat rooms all those many years prior and up to a year ago, maybe some still go. The discrepancies are right out in the open, open is good, but do any of them realize that there are people watching and listening and how foolish they make themselves seem. Just because you're not called out on something doesn't mean you're perfect. Just because someone doesn't point out your flaws doesn't mean you don't have any. And just because someone doesn't say "Hey, wait a sec, that's not what you said before", doesn't mean you didn't say it.

I try not to be judemental, if someones not hurting me or my family, I just don't care. I judge on actions and intent, and I suppose I'm rambling along.

I mean really, people I thought high on the totum pole are slipping quickly. The same discussion disguised as a new topic comes up often. People will give their thoughts and be adament about it, but then when one goes back to look at previous posts similar, it's all backwards. Flip flopped in the other direction of thought.

Of course people are entitled to growth and change of heart, but when they claim and stand firm on their beliefs, codes, idioms and standard of conduct and then switch, it seems as if they're being less real than sticking to what they believed in the first place.

It can really put a bad taste in ones mouth for Gor and people in general.

I'm happy enough remaining faithful to the philisophical elements and not the fantasy induendo or the spot light.

Until next time...

A Bit of Heritage

As I lay sleepy, my right leg splayed out on the bed, the knuckles of my left hand rest softly against my forehead, I think of my distant heritage.

A part american indian girl, Cherokee, the word that came to be accepted by most, but originally called ourselves Aniyunwiya "the principle people" and is spelled and pronounced Tsalagi in our own language.

Our culture having an even division of power between men and women. Cherokee men were in charge of diplomacy, war, hunting, leading, providing. Cherokee women were in charge of farming, harvesting, cooking, cropping, property, and family.

Men made political decisions for the tribe, and women made decisions for the clans. Chiefs were men, and landowners were women. I open my eyes and think of the beauty of the women, the way we moved, the way we presented ourselves, long beautiful hair braided or loose, soft strips of leather woven through our tresses, our wrap around skirts and poncho-style blouses, moccasins.

Our men in breech-cloth and leggings, shaved head, perhaps a single scalplock or on occasion porcupine roach. Living off the land, using only what we needed, taking care of our own. How I'd love to be there again! I compare it to my lifestyle and find the details the same and I smile slowly.

I think of how our men treated the women and our women treated the men and I smile again. A woman being property but also owning property. He could beat his women, sell her, trade her, she would please him, serve him, make a happy home.

A man gives away trouble, he cherishes devotion. His to do with as he pleases, when he pleases. Toss her to the furs of another, or keep her explicitly to himself. I think to myself, "only a fool free's a slave", a quote from the gorean novels by John Norman and comfort comes from believing it to be true.

I recall my fathers words, "if you ever put yourself in a mans position, be prepared to be treated like a man". In otherwords, if I chose to raise my hand to my Master and strike him, be ready to be beaten down.

I have never lost sight of that. He raised me well. I think of the binas I wear, or the hemps and numerous bracelets, the bells on my ankle, the collar around my neck, the belly chain. This has always been my apart of my dress and demeanor, since atleast a young girl of 11, slavery exists and existed in the pieces that don my body.

It's such a precious vision of comparison even though many may not understand it. I close my eyes and continue to wander back in time because all of my past, present and future was born of it.

Old Gor - New sluts

I lay and wonder what happened to the way things use to be. Old Gor. The strict, often harsh, men led world of Gor. When did the sluts start to run the show? When was it that the men began to allow it? Usually when something doesn't feel right, it usually isn't.

I remember a time when the men would not tolerate the insolent behavior of whining wenches. "Subbie princesses" as they were once called. The term referenced not a slave, definitely not a gorean slave, but a submissive with choices who chose to do as they pleased and made themselves look terribly during the course of their chosen motives.

When did it become okay to ruin a mans reputation because of hurt feelings, seperations or lack of communication? This doesn't settle well with me. It doesn't settle well as a living gorean.

Oh I understand hurt, I understand anger. I just don't follow suit the same way. It's not my way. It's not the gorean way.

Does it matter if the rumors that are spread are true? What if they're not? What if they are only half truths?

A man should be left to conquer his own demons, make his own wrongs right. He doesn't need a slut to destroy him. What man would want a slave like that? If they can do it once, they will certainly do it again. You might be the next to feel their wrath.

And once that happens, you'll understand.

You might even think "Damn, why did I fall for it, why did we?"

But by that time, you've already participated in the same destruction, you've submitted to the will of the beast.

Now you're left to conquer your own demons.

Sometimes it doesn't go away.

Elysian Reveries of a Slave Girl

Greetings to the Free
Greetings to the imbonded ones
Greetings all others in between

My blog is a diversified compilation of various aspects of my life. Gorean philosophy, living gorean, consensual slavery and the order of nature, not necessarily natural order. I have read the books as well has my Master. Neither of us have read Prize of Gor yet. I am more of an "Old Gor girl" rather than a new one. This means that I am use to the strict days, when subbie princesses would have never had a chance and men were men. Strong, strict, but not without understanding men. The days when one would not dare call a gorean man kind.

I spoke in third person all of my years online, until this last year. Third person speech is still beautiful to me in many ways, but it was used as a continous reminder of ones place, that she was not I, but she, property.

My blog consists of all of my life. Past, present and future. You will find that I won't stay on one subject matter. I will be sharing the moment with you. My blog is based on reality. Offline, or what some call real life or rl will be discussed as well as things pertaining to online.

You can learn more about me in my profile. I love meeting new people.

To those who have corrected me in the spelling of my name, I thank you, but the spelling was not a mistake. It was given with an h to differentiate myself from other kajirae when present together. And it is pretty, too. ~smiles

May your visit be a pleasant one

I wish you well and enough
Always be as well as you can be,
~His slave