A Plea to Woman from the Sacred MasculineMiguel Dean
Dear woman please do not hide behind the veil of the perceptions of your external physical beauty, for what is it but the momentary beauty of a rose that will wither and wilt as the autumn months bid fair well to summer. Your true beauty lies within and I do not wish you to be sad, to feel that you are less than and feel that your worth is ebbing away as your maiden years fall away.
Remember that what we have been programmed to recognise as external female beauty has been cultivated by patriarchy, by men who originally chose to disempower you and disguised this as fashion; these glossy magazines and media images are untruths that keep you from revealing the depth of who you truly are. Do not be constrained by the prison bars of these lies for I see beneath the shapes and contours of your divine feminine form whatever shape it may take.
By all means honour yourself; take your time in front of the mirror to enhance the beauty that you are for a beautiful painting is always enriched by the frame that surrounds the artistic creation.
But know that your true magnificence shines and emanates from every cell of your being when you can embrace all of who you are in whatever form Creator has gifted you.
Do you know the deepest allure that a woman can hold? It is the allure of vulnerability. The courage to reveal all of who you are; your shadow and your light, for in this embrace something magical happens and your presence becomes magnetic and the fear that resides in me is transformed in the fire of attraction to your essence and I am a willing moth to your alchemy flame.
When you can embrace your darkness and peel away the layers of armour weight that you have worn for too long, the light that you are shines forth and I am bewitched by the magnificence of all of you.
Your jealousy, your pride, your fear, your anxiety that you are not enough as you stand now naked in the place that your life’s journey has brought you to, is the doorway to our union.
There is nothing that you need hide from me my love, for I see you because all these shadows are part of my dance too. When you accept yourself in your magnificently perfect imperfection then I can find you, I can reach you and we can merge as One.
Please take off the mask of nice and pretty and polite that perhaps you have forgotten you wear, since you have worn it for so long. Good little girls, nice girls cannot feel the depth of my love and adoration. I do not want your nice goodness. I want your ugliness, I want your wrath, I want to see the darkness that resides beneath the contours of your delicate skin.
Lay down your weapons of denial and your quick tongue that seeks to defend and parries my every request to show your beautiful messiness to me. Do not believe the commentary of your mind. These defensive justifications are not yours but were imposed on you by your absorption in a world created by ignorant men who have forgotten the sacredness of life and are fearful of the power and radiance that you are.
Dear woman please do not hide from me any longer. Come and bring all of you to be with me naked. Come and be with me, my love, and let us remember who we are.