Going Through Changes

by sa`belle

The past several months have brought with them many changes to the place that this one loves. Things that she felt would never change... have. Chaos ripped through Gor and has left a path of destruction. So many channels (whether they were gamer or serious) have closed. So many people have left. mIRC Gor has become a much smaller planet. From where this one is kneeling she sees that our world has become very black and white. The middle ground of gray has diminished. Through chaos comes new Order. Some will say those who weathered this storm are the strong. That the weak have been 'weeded' out. she feels this is an accurate observation. she also believes that it is the middle of the road people who have chosen to abandon the Gorean path. The ones who believe the philosophy is sound, but primarily came online to enjoy. To laugh and share paga or to kneel in the furs in hopes to serve and to bring pleasure. This was a respite from offline where their chaotic life never ends. The gamers don't much care what happens to our Gor... she imagines they are much too busy sharpening blades and raping fair slavelettes to take much notice to the changes. The ones who have felt these growing pangs with the greatest intensity are the ones who live the philosophy... the ones who love Gor and call Gor home. The war of maintaining the integrity of the philosophy also appears to have taken its toll. Many who have patiently educated us and guided us now sit back and look, she believes, to a degree, in dismay. Or maybe they are weary of the thankless job they have undertaken and the backlash that goes along with it and are taking time to rest and reflect. Perhaps they are letting the child take its first wobbling steps on its own, aching as they watch the child fall flat on its face. But instead of running to the rescue... they wait for the children of Gor to find their own balance and rise on their own accord. As one of these children, she misses the reassuring sound of their voices. There has been a power shift and the responsibility of maintaining the beliefs has been placed upon the shoulders of us all. We no longer ponder the mystery of the color of silks or if paga is lumpy. We have grown in depth and sometimes feel that we are drowning in the various opinions and beliefs of others. Online truth and reality are now, not only expected, they are demanded. Castes are used to identify offline lives. To say one is a Warrior/red caste means that they are a Warrior on earth. No longer are the taverns filled with flawless little sluts with perfect serves (which this one believes is a good thing). Truth and honour mean something. And the wrath can be brutal for those who have chosen to be less than honest. Is this not the Gorean way? Treachery, however, is alive and well on Gor. There are those who come here with good intentions but somehow fail. While others have come to this world and treat those here as entertainment... their actions have taken a toll upon all of us. The side of the road is strewn with their broken toys... a testament of their handiwork. More and more are taking this lifestyle offline and living it as Master and slave. Asking what is right... what is wrong? Struggling to implement and blend the Gorean sub culture into the existing society that they must live in. More truths unfold as the reality that the M/s lifestyle is hard work, requiring enormous effort from the Master and the slave. The Master realizing the magnitude of holding a slaves life within his hand... while the slave comes to terms with the selfless dedication required to serve at a Mans feet. More growing pangs mixed with exquisite joy. The questions of what is a Master and what truly makes a slave? Are there set rules that we must follow that allow us to be labeled thusly? Or is it what resides in the spirit of a Man and the belly of a slave which allows them to identify themselves with these terms? Questions are asked if any female can be truly free if they submit at any level to Man? What are we? Who are we? We hear the words of others and search inside for the answers. There are those who wish clear cut definitions to label each of us accordingly. But to what end? In defining are we not losing the unique beauty of individuality? How can the spirit of a Man be defined? How can one look into the heart and see what rests within? Is it truly within our capacity to say who or what another individual is or what they will be... if they are allowed to grow? How far do we have to go to maintain the purity and integrity of Gor? In the end... each of us must be true to ourselves and be willing to accept the ramifications of our beliefs. There are times our path is one of solitude. The children of Gor struggle to their feet taking unassisted steps. Proving that they have the will to survive. The bruises and scratches that mar their skin are testament to the character they have gained and the strength and fortitude that they possess. They move forward, carrying with them the lessons of the past as they continue upon their own personal journey. They have weathered the chaos of the storm. Today, a Man will come to Gor seeking knowledge. A curious female will enter a channel and be overwhelmed with the beauty of the slave girls in service. On this day, a Master will breathe life into a girls belly, causing a flashfire to erupt. Collars will be begged by slaves and removed by Masters. Dances are being written and futures outlined. Today, this one kneels before a Master begging to learn his ways. Gor continues...It will prevail and will prosper...