The deeper the DNA of man reproduces into affluence, further removing oneself from the primordial biologically competitive imperative of nature, the more the physical and mental constitution withers into frailty and deterioration.

The peasant-class born women are more sexually robust than the affluent-born women. They have more plump features—wider hips, thicker thighs, naturally larger breasts and brighter eyes. They are chosen and competed over for their markers of fertility and their openness to sexual advance. They have direct and confident appetites for the simple plainness of regular living. They have an inviting and fertile gravitational field. They are quick to overlook non-essential flaws in men. They are unapologetic in their simplicity, yet innately recognize their own sexual worth, with no insistence on being more than what they know they are.

The affluent-caste born females? Physically frail, with a reduction in sexual appeal and power with each passing generation. They possess increasingly delicate and nervous minds, representative of defensive immune systems. They are unable to withstand the emotional waves of uncertainty and risk without emotional & mental dissolution. They have vulnerable physical constitutions, breakable and powerless, quick to need of rest. They spend years in modern gyms attempting to emulate a physique that is effortlessly genetically inherited by the peasant-class female. To which they remedy through plastic surgeries and increasingly synthetic interventions. They are further unable to birth children without the escalation and progression of surgical, medical and emotional aid. They have minds absorbed in the increasingly nuanced and perverse realms of preoccupation, placing importance on things far removed from the simplicity of life.

You see gentlemen, the primordial brain center of man is designed to necessitate a certain degree of physical and spiritual antagonism while incarnated, in order to cultivate a robust defense against its environment.

Thus, the affluent-class genetically removed themselves from the organic antagonism needed by the biology of man—that is found in peasant living—in order to crystallize into its highest energetic form.

The physical and spiritual immunological response to the inherent competition present in the animal kingdom is what gives rise to the desired biological fertility indicators in women.

Why do women in war torn countries statistically birth more males? Because the reptilian brain region just knows. Why do women take one look at a man that has never overcome organic hardship and just know he’s unworthy of reproduction? Because her brain stem just knows. There is a deep and natural intelligence under the conscious brain that gives rise to all conscious behavior.

The inner eye of consciousness perceives outwardly from its inner chamber, like a coiled serpent hidden from its master, and it determines the outcome of outward biological manifestations, within the unified ecosystem of the earth plane.

When that inner primordial eye perceives the appropriate amount of competition, of uncertainty, of toil, and of risk taking necessity, it provides to its host the appropriate chemical and hormonal concoction necessary to equip its master.

It does this dutifully to the peasant who endures hardship, who endures gravity, who endures sexual competition, who endures the ground of Being in the animal kingdom of man.

But to the affluent, who is artificially removed from organic antagonism, and thus protected from the psychological cuts and bruises, from the natural aggression of the psyche of man, from the turmoil of uncertainty and risk, from peasant class interaction and energy transfer, from the natural appetite for the simple things of life—they are dutifully rewarded with death.

And thus is born the necessity of the higher caste to vampirize those of the lower castes—to steal the energy of those close to the earth, close to the soil, close to the soul of the fertile primordial ground.

Take a walk through the nice part of town in your first world countries. You will see cadavers animated by electrical neurological impulses, but you will not see indicators of life. You will see sunken eye sockets giving way to the corpse underneath the thin flesh disguise. You will see browning & greening gums rotting into teeth. You will see thin bones and physical frailty, curved spines and wanting gazes. You will walk among zombies with no internal flame of production, in need of vampirizing the living for sustenance.

You will gaze upon the financially privileged, but you will see physical constitutions unequipped to weather the smallest of storms. You will witness immune systems that require cabinets of medicines, faulty organisms in need of pharmacological aid, minds in search of life that it does not possess.

And as their empty shells of flesh roam the physical earth plane in a state of want, of need, of emptiness and dissatisfaction, you will begin to realize how this world operates.

The filthy elite human traffickers of this realm do not traffic their own. Their own do not produce the energetic reservoirs necessary to energetically fuel them. They go through the trouble of siphoning the peasant class close to the earth—the humble, the simple, the ones still animated by spirit, the ones far removed from the emptiness of modernity.

It is the same reason horticulturists and scientists journey to the primal ecosystems of this earth plane to acquire the fertile volcanic infused sediment, untouched and unaffected by the synthetic influence of man, in order to optimally nourish their crop.

The caste system steals energy from the bottom, and siphons it to the top. A tale as old as time.

The vampiric manipulators of this realm have become so far removed from nature in their perversions, in their cravings, in their baseless ambition for their own energetic continuity, that they are willing to farm humans in order to feel anything again. They are willing to do anything to experience the vigor of the lower class who still hold the organic flame of the spirit.

They are unwilling to toil in the soil themselves, but they are more than willing to benefit from those that do. The cold vampiric impulse of the high class eventually sever their soul from life itself, and involuntarily commit eternally to the maintenance of their empty shells where souls once inhabited. Their cadavers that are held together by regular feeding off the organic spirit of the lower class serve no purpose other than the continuity of their awareness within the inhospitable corpse they temporarily haunt.

Understand gentlemen, it is better to be close to the earth, to be humble, to be sincere and true, than to genetically infuse your seed into the impulse of death in this realm. Be glad you are of peasant class, care only for peasant women.

Let the dead bury the dead fellas.