Dickheads and Witches

By Michael Morel

Men! Do you really understand women?
Women! Do you truly believe that you understand your male counterparts?

If you don't, this book will help both. It was written by an ordinary bloke who has not managed any academic qualifications except to graduate from the school of hard knocks. It is said that experience is a great teacher but a hard master, with which the author agrees.
Since he discovered how the mind actually works more than a decade ago, his life has changed from mediocre to fantastic. Such information is contained within and can be used by anyone to enhance their lives.
The author's definition of a Dickhead: a man who is controlled by the big head on his shoulders or the little head between his legs, but is not connected to the Godhead (Wisdom).
A W/Bitch definition: a bitch is an animal on heat; a witch is someone who turns the heat up or down depending upon 'what's cooking!'

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael Morel
• Release date: Nov 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9780987195814

Michael Morel

What’s the difference between the Traditional Mind and the Organic Mind? Put simply, the former has boundaries and the latter has complete freedom. Not only does The Organic Mind reveal what you need to embrace this energy; it also tells you how to do it. This book is the result of more than thirty years’ research by a curious mind. The formula is so simple that you can reach this state of mind with your eyes shut. Michael Morel began writing in 2000 when he discovered the final piece of the jigsaw puzzle he had been putting together all his life. Twenty-five years earlier he had asked the question: God, what is life all about? In his desire to share this knowledge with others, he has written a number of books and manuals on the subject of life. A short business trip to Australia from his home country of New Zealand resulted in a stay of more than thirty years. A carpenter, builder and part-time draftsman, he has used his skills in planning and logic to put together his writings in the hope that they will benefit others. He is a Guinness World Record Holder for speaking skills (the world’s longest lecture on life, 1999), a storyteller and a proficient guest speaker.

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From the author

There were originally two books — Are All Men Dickheads? and Are All Women WBitches? — but I have decided to revise those two publications and combine them under this single title, Dickheads and Witches.

To date, I have sold more copies of the former title than the latter, to women and men. While some silently nod their heads in agreement, others offer little or no comment. The titles and contents are meant as questions, not statements, and are purely the results of my observations, experiences and conclusions with those of both sexes.

I, along with many others, have concerns for future generations. If some of this information is of use, then my writing will not have been in vain. My experiences thus far in life have been many and varied and if it were not for a woman, I would not be here. Thanks Mother!

Author’s definitions

A dickhead

A dickhead is a man who is ruled by either the big head on his shoulders or the little head between his legs, and who totally ignores his inner wisdom contained in the Godhead.

A witch

A bitch is an animal on heat. A witch is someone who turns the heat up or down, depending upon what’s cooking.

PART ONE

Are all men dickheads?

Chapter 1

What is a man?

Are all men dickheads? Are they ruled either by the big head on their shoulders or the little head between their legs? When both swell with pride or arrogance, accompanied by ignorance, there is trouble 'a-head'.

History shows man has always been a prisoner. Far back in time, thousands were kept chained on ankles and wrists so they would do their masters' bidding without question. And their mates (women) were encouraged to produce more slaves. Such action sowed the seeds in men's minds that they had to work if they were to survive and women knew to produce life regardless of cost, even the loss of their own lives.

As the centuries passed the shackles were removed and cunningly replaced by the invisible manacles of religion. The mind was imprisoned and punished for non-compliance. This kept man bound for centuries, until recently. Many religions have fallen from grace because of the liberties taken by the powerful over the less fortunate. Hence modern man has only one restriction in his life and remains a prisoner. Man in the 21st century is chained by the invisible ropes of ignorance.

In 1997 my life began to change. I quit drinking after finally coming to terms with the fact that I was an alcoholic. Giving away the crutches of booze and cigarettes lifts the lid off a can of serpents awaiting release after being held dormant in the mists of time. All the old fears rise to the surface and can manifest in anger or depression. In my case, it was both. I knew from experience that depression is suppressed anger and although offered the usual treatment of anti-depressants and group therapy, I knew such treatment did not work. Besides, again from experience, I knew that living with a person who is depressed can have a debilitating effect on the other party. Hence I elected to leave my relationship in order to find the real me.

On a previous trip to my home country of New Zealand, I had met an eighty-three-year-old man who taught meditation and healing and who was setting up a centre in the Bay of Islands, a part of the country where I had often dreamed of living. He considered meditation to be the answer to all mankind's problems.

So began my twelve months confined to a small cell-like hut on a four hectare property. The beginning of a new millennium was fast approaching and as I endeavoured to come to terms with my accommodation, location and decision, I pictured myself on the top of a hill looking back into the past. As a man, I felt somewhat ashamed for I saw in my mind's eye highways littered with bodies from numerous wars and heard the screams of millions of women who had been raped and tortured. I wondered if the souls yet to be born would encounter a similar existence. I saw that man had made huge technological leaps in evolution but was still a criminal at heart, teaching his offspring bad habits in more ways than one. Where were the wise men, I wondered … the knights in shining armour who would teach young men the arts of honesty, chivalry, and love? They were certainly non-existent in my life, past or present. My quest had begun to discover not only who I was but also what my life really meant.

Giving up cigarettes and alcohol opens a pit of depression into which it is easy to fall if there is no support or lifesaving rope. My rescue came in the form of a memory. I could recall, very vividly, that as a child of five years of age, I would crawl under the house to hide from an alcoholic, angry father and there I would wait in the dark until the danger had passed. Suicide, I thought, was like that. It is the ultimate hiding place — a place where no one can find you, well away from any danger which continually beckons.

So, were all my present troubles due to another man: my father? Indeed, if it were not for my father, I wouldn't be here and was it not his duty to educate me about life and what I could expect from it? Could I place the blame on his shoulders, or was the responsibility for my actions completely mine? If I were to forgive my father for not teaching me because he did not know how, then maybe I could lay the blame at his father's feet. He had been an alcoholic also and failed to teach his son through a lack of interest and ignorance. Or maybe it was his father's, or his grandfather's fault. At whose feet could one rest the blame? The words came back to me of a man who ultimately did teach me, and who put me on the pathway to learning: 'If you blame someone else, you are not living. If you blame yourself, you are half alive; but if you blame no one, then you are really living.'

Gradually, as I went through my self-examination, I began to see my positive aspects and from there endeavoured to build on them. But first I had to forgive myself for having been an alcoholic from the age of eighteen until sixty-three. I had never considered myself to be an alcoholic, for I was not a violent drunk like my father. Yet, when I had to admit to wanting at least one drink a day, I realised I was. So began the building of a future using the positive components of my life and rejecting the negative ones. As my health began to improve through a good alcohol-free diet, daily exercise and meditation, I began to see a bright future.

My guru, who considered himself an expert in meditation, and who insisted on meditating for thirty minutes at the beginning of every day, informed me that I must be able to count to ten without allowing a single thought into my mind. He revealed that although he had been practising for more than thirty years, he could never get past the count of three. The method he taught was known as vipassana meditation: in his mind, the purest form, because it was about awareness. 'Awareness,' he would say, 'is different from thought. You must become aware of the breath and not think about it' — all very well in theory but very difficult in practice.

Morning after morning for many days, I sat facing the wall on which hung a rather old, but accurate, clock. I closed my eyes and tried not to think, listening to my breathing and waiting patiently for the half-hour to go by. Every time I furtively opened one eye a fraction, the timepiece showed only a few minutes had passed. I read books about meditation, books about Buddha and books about gurus, but could not raise the art of meditating to the level I was supposed to attain.

One day, during an early morning walk, I was thinking out loud. 'There must be an easier way to awareness and enlightenment,' I said, 'but how does one achieve this?' Unknown to me at that time, I was asking the unseen, but powerful, Natural Intelligence — something that, I later concluded, dwelt within every man. The answer came in the form of a vision, accompanied by my invisible tutor's instructions. 'Your mind is like a garden,' it counselled. 'In the garden there are flowers and weeds. The former are positive thoughts; the latter, negative ones. You may weed out the negative but with great difficulty, for they are often entwined with the flowers and some have very deep roots.'

I could visualise this but thought the task too daunting. So I decided to pull out the whole garden and re-sow it. My mind was now new soil without a plant in it. In the corner of my mind I created a seed box — a precious jewelled casket containing all the positive words I could think of. When I meditated, I would go to the seed box and select a seed or two, plant them with love, cover them and imagine a light rain falling and a gentle sun to germinate them. I had gathered this idea from a Maori friend who told me that when their elders spoke to the tribe, upon conclusion of their talk, the women would sing as they waved their hands in a horizontal fluttering motion. This was to symbolise the 'watering' of the words sown in the hearts of the people so that they would grow and flourish.

After nearly three months, I could find no more seeds in my seed box. I had exhausted my supply of positive words, weeding out any negative ones that may have been planted by mistake (such as impatience, doubt and anger). I concluded I had a mind full of positive words with no negatives and thus could only think in a positive manner. When I revealed my secret to my guru, much to my surprise, he told me with a knowing smile that I must get rid of all of my positive thoughts. 'While you have positive thoughts in your mind, you can attract negative ones,' was his only comment.

I had spent many weeks 'sowing' my new garden yet here was my teacher telling me that I had to rid my mind of my new seeds. To overcome this problem I asked my inner intelligence, which was beginning to reveal itself in the form of a servant. Again the answer came in the form of a vision and whispered instructions. 'Build a wall around your garden,' it advised, 'both verbal and visual. At the east and the west put a notice on the top of the wall saying Thoughts keep out. Then set a door in the north wall, above which place another sign: Only God allowed in here.' I came out of that meditation a completely different man.

After weeks of coming to terms with this new concept, I began to realise I had reprogrammed my mind allowing it to be filled with what could be called God consciousness: intelligence, wisdom, all-knowingness, or whatever one wants to call it. Regardless of the label one places on it, I had managed to dispel fears and misconceptions inherited from many years of conditioning and false information. My guru friend could not believe I had reached such a state of mind, which I called 'there'. 'There' is the spot between the rock and the hard place, between negative and positive, right and wrong, and good and bad. It is when both have disappeared leaving nothing in opposition and exists within the minds of all people.

It is, without a doubt, the most wonderful space ever created. In this bubble of rainbow-like contentment exists a freedom like no other. It is where the true nature of man needs to be. Sometimes called Nirvana, the state of enlightenment, bliss or total peace of mind, this 'space' has many labels. In this void there is no dependency, no fear, no dogma, rules or regulations, and no law other than Universal Law, which is as perfect as nature itself.

As a flower grows from a seed or a fruit comes to ripen, the growth in this space is never strangled by man's impatience, control or artificial fertilisation. Each moment is bathed in the light of spirituality and totally in harmony with nature. 'There' has as its companions, angels and gods, miracle workers and genies, intelligence and boundless energy, and such a place is available to all humans, not only men. It is neither heaven nor hell. It does not criticise, condemn or judge. It does not know violence or pain and could solve all mankind's problems if everyone in the world embraced it.

Being 'there' is not a religion, but a state of consciousness. If it were to spread as quickly as gossip or disease, it could bring about a peaceful solution to the world's problems almost overnight. And, it is controlled by the mind. Having achieved this state of mind, there is no return to the former way of living unless there is a conscious decision to once more embrace the ego which is the companion of thinking in negative and positive terms.

I began to look at myself and my fellow man to find common denominators and came up with the following: Man has a body (which I often refer to as the Earth vehicle); he has a brain; he has a spirit; he has a voice (language); he has a soul. The vehicle, I consider, is the form that he inhabits in order to experience life — to see, hear, taste, smell and touch — during his many adventures on this planet. I believe that the body is controlled by the brain which has intelligence beyond my comprehension. It not only keeps man alive, but handles millions of tasks without one instruction from the conscious mind. We trust the brain to such an extent that we can sleep for eight to ten hours confident in the fact that it will take care of us. That's true trust. If man can learn to trust his mind in the same way, then we have complete harmony and understanding as our ally.

The spirit is the driving force, the energy needed to get the mind into action. Language is a means of communication. The soul is the collector of experiences. Every moment of our lives has been recorded in this life and others as well. Hence, we could say a man is simply the result of his experiences in this and other incarnations. What, then, makes one man different from another? Is it his race, his religion, his ancestors, his teaching, his experiences, his genetic bloodline, his parents or the many lives he has lived on this planet? We might call this the personality, for want of a better word. What, in the eyes of another or others, makes a man: money, power, prestige, success, strength, title or skill? Or, in the eyes of a woman, is it the same but with a touch of gentleness, compassion and understanding, not to mention a confident and experienced lover? Is man then simply an empty vessel ready to be filled with negative and positive energy, with little thought as to whether the balance creates good or evil?

Have you ever looked in the mirror and asked: 'Who am I?' 'Why am I here?' 'What's life all about?' 'Why me?' 'Are other men like me?' 'Do they think like me?' 'Do they believe in what I believe in?' We search in the cobwebs of history for clues to the purpose of our existence on Earth, but often come up empty-handed. We debate if we came from apes or from a single cell, or subscribe to the belief that some extra-terrestrial super-being called 'God' was responsible for creating man and that woman was an afterthought. Is Earth simply a training ground for men who have to complete many lifetimes before they can reach a status worthy of the creator and can proudly be called a man? Or are we males destined to be forever classed as dickheads controlled by the little head and the big head, never to be connected to the Godhead?

Many men manage to live the average three score and ten years yet never come to terms with what it means to be a man. And even though life expectancy is being extended, many never seek the answer. It was only when I was faced with giving up my life at the age of thirty-nine that I asked the question, 'God, what is life all about — surely it's not all suffering?'

All men, even murderers and rapists, were once little boys who had to learn to walk and talk and, eventually, put their natural creative genius in the hands of teachers, parents, the state or some religious order. Most are taught by mothers at an early age, with often little male input. How, then, can a woman even remotely begin to guess what is contained within the very being of a lover or a husband anymore than an unsuspecting male can delve into the hidden past of a woman? Yet there is a way which will be revealed later in this book.

In the meantime, let's consider what you (from a man's point of view) consider a man should be. And, if you are a woman, what you expect from a husband and the father of your children. In essence, all men are equal in the type of equipment they have to offer and all have those common denominators previously mentioned.

When I look back on my life, I had a great deal of 'unlearning' to do. As a man gains experience in life, often what he has been taught comes into conflict with what he begins to believe as his own truth. My father was a quiet, often sullen and brooding man who seldom communicated with me and certainly did not teach me anything about life. I was brought up in that era when it was deemed that a child was seen but not heard, with the remnants of the Victorian era of 'spare the rod and spoil the child' still clinging to my parents' upbringing (in particular, my father's). The Catholic Church instilled fear into me and, as a consequence, many natural experiences were withheld until much later in life.

In some ways my father did me a favour, in that I had to search for answers for myself ... which I did. My mother's answers to my questions were simply diverted by, 'Ask you father'. There was an absence of a mentor during my youth until I neared the age of forty when I met my 'life's teacher' who was able to answer many of my questions. I further realised that, had I been aware of how my mind functioned at an early age, I could have avoided a great deal of heartache. I concluded that there were no tutors to teach me about life, other than parents, teachers, priests and the law.

So, are all men dickheads or simply souls who flounder in the ignorance of incorrect and often misleading education? It seems it makes little difference where or when man is born, because all are subject to control by others who are able to manipulate by the mind and the spoken word. Thus man is still a slave, albeit a better fed, housed and paid one than compared with, say, those of Roman times. However, if man is completely honest with himself, he will see that he is not free by a long way, even though he may think he is. Man is still controlled by 'The System' which demands work, taxes, law and punishment, with little room for natural creativity to blossom. The world is full of 'cold statues' — men who refuse to look into their own soul, convinced that their ideas and teaching, religion and God are right and all others are wrong.

What is a man: a hero, a film star, a millionaire, a father, a husband, a lover, or a dickhead? The time is fast approaching when every individual man will have to be his own judge, jury and reformer. Man is at the crossroads uncertain which route to take. Yet he must make a decision soon because women are coming up fast behind him and ready to overtake.

All men, when born, bring with them the records of their previous existences. Unless they make a conscious effort to eliminate the evil and negative aspects contained in their soul they will continue to do so life after life until they do learn. Until now, millions have been unaware of this situation, nor been offered a solution.

These writings address these issues and provide a simple solution. They are based on my life experiences. I have suffered, sought answers and found the truth. If I can change my life, then all men can.

So again, what is a man? Symbolically, man is the sun and woman is the moon. The sun is energy and without energy nothing would grow. Yet the sun (as man) needs to be seen in a benevolent role — one in which he bathes others in a warm gentle glow to bring forth the seeds of creativity in all forms of life. If we look around the world, we see man's role often is that of an angry sun — one which burns and tortures others of his own kind (as well as women and children) to the point of death … hardly the result of intelligence; rather the act of a dickhead, don't you think?

Chapter 2

Man and women

What picture does the title of this chapter conjure in your mind? Husband and wife? Father and mother? Man and his mistress? Hunter and hunted?

There are as many theories surrounding the origin of woman as there are fables, one of which is the popular version that woman