Author - Miguel Dean

Walking With Fear

Yes, I feel your presence my old friend, your unsought company prevails despite my requests to walk this path alone. Perhaps you know best?

For a while now you have no longer led, you no longer walk beside me but instead linger in the shadows bringing up the rear. When I glance over my shoulder I can see the echo of your icy presence, where you stood moments before as you weave your illusive dance, slinking behind tree and rock. Come out, come and join me once more.

It seemed at times, that you would always walk this road with me and that I should resign myself to your company but now we both know this is not true.  But how can I abandon you when I know you have served me so well?

When I see how you have only accentuated the light by the contrast of your heavy greyness that obscured my vision at times.  And I knew that those were the times when I would do best to halt my progress, to pause the trudge of my weary footsteps and sit a while with you.

On those long nights you insisted that I should not light a fire to warm my bones but that together we should huddle under your blanket of not knowing and shiver and tremble a little. I see the value now of your hard wisdom but now we travel through new lands. You made a poor master but you are a servant of worth. You keep me nimble, on my toes and when the night closes in you remind me to keep feeding the fire that is so welcome after so many moons without.

Yes, those endless haunted nights are now long past and the flickering, dancing flames of peace and wisdom now soothe and nurture this body. All darkness is incomplete, now that the fire of truth burns strong at my centre and I see the way ahead lit by the soft orange glow from my eyes.

And this seeing reveals the silhouette of the mountain in the distance. Yes, there is another winding ascent to walk and I invite you to join me. I know of your concern for me and your desire to keep your watchful eye on me.

You are welcome for you and I are old friends and perhaps we have this one last adventure to share.

We will climb this mountain together, come close now, there is no need to slink in the shadows any longer. Come take my hand in yours and let the glow of my loving touch warm you.  Let us walk together this stretch of the road for we both know that as we reach this summit, our time together will be at an end.

As the dawn breaks and the fullness of light returns I know that you will be scared and uneasy but know that you are safe with me and that our parting will be a blessing for you know too that our friendship has run its course, our time together is at an end and there are new beginnings that await us and you have other souls to serve.

So come now, for the Mountain of Union is inviting and daunting and I have no choice but to yield to the pull. We can share stories together as we travel to pass the time for we both know that this road has been paved with stories, rich stories of dragons and warriors and lost and found and light and dark. We will share these tales one more time for we both know that the time of duality is fast reaching its end.

Your company is welcome old friend and my destiny beckons loudly now, the call of the circling buzzard above the mountain’s crown, echoes down the valley. Let us walk in to this one last story together. Be my chaperone and see me safely to the waking of this dream.

And when we reach the summit we will go our separate ways. I will watch you as you make your solitary way back down the road until you are a speck in the distance and I will turn and look ahead to see the new peaks and adventures that will surely lay ahead.

 

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Musings of the Sacred Masculine

Apparently the human eye can only see between 430-770 THz. Our ears can only detect sound between 20 Hz – 20kHz. These ranges make up a fraction of the total light and sound frequency range. So it begs the question: what else is going on that is beyond what we can perceive with our senses?
If you need evidence consider how a dog can smell stuff we can’t smell, a black-bird can hear worms under the ground that we can’t hear, a buzzard can see a mouse on the ground that we can’t see, a dog can sense when someone is about to have a seizure, birds follow magnetic migratory highways that we can not perceive etc. etc.
Once we understand that we are massively limited by the confines of our amazing and yet limited senses we can begin to open our awareness and have a glimpse into the vast unknown magic and mystery of Life. Once we consider that what we can perceive with our tiny puddle minds is just a drop of water in the ocean of possibility and that beyond the doors of our perception lies an infinite, vast, ocean; then things begin to get really interesting and everything becomes possible.
Live from this place. Live from this possibility and allow the possibility to permeate deeply into the centre of your being. It helps to relax our grip on what we perceive as reality. The ego wants to know, it needs to be sure of stuff so our egoic minds insist that we must know, things must be definite. Let go of the need to know and the ego looses it’s grip. Transcend the mind. Allow yourself to be confused and in the not knowing. It’s such a beautiful place to be when we surrender the need to have it all worked out. Drop into The Mystery.

Create your stories that help give meaning and purpose to your life but be open to the possibility that they are just stories and that we can write and create and imagine new stories whenever we like. Ask yourself what other magic is possible?
Maybe we don’t need to understand anything but just drop deeper into the heart and feel our way one breath at a time, deeper and deeper into the beauty, the love, the craziness, the pain, the sacredness of this fleeting human experience. 
May your day be full of honest confusion and a sweet lack of understanding!!
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Sacred Masculine Energy Needed!

Of CNN’s list of the 27 Deadliest Mass Shooters, 26 of Them Had One Thing in Common:
Only one was raised by his biological father since childhood. The other 26 were all fatherless. 🙁
 
In the article I read Susanne Venker of Fox News goes on to explain that “Indeed, there is a direct correlation between boys who grow up with absent fathers and boys who drop out of school, who drink, who do drugs, who become delinquent and who wind up in prison,” she writes. “And who kill their classmates.”
“Fatherlessness is a serious problem. America’s boys have been under stress for decades. It’s not toxic masculinity hurting them, it’s the fact that when they come home there are no fathers there. Plain and simple. Add that to a bunch of horrible cultural trends telling them that everything bad is good (gang culture, drugs, misogyny, etc.), and we’ve got a serious problem on our hands.”
 
The USA has massive issues with broken boys etc but this is certainly a world wide issue.I see it all the time with the young men that I mentor. My work is just a drop in the ocean and I know that every drop counts. I also know that as we men do our inner work we are shifting the masculine energy vibration and this is impacting on the collective future of boys and men.
 
Often when we read news stories about mass shootings etc it seems like the problem is overwhelming and we don’t know where to start. But doing our own work contributes massively. Both men and women have masculine energy within. Like yin and yang both are present within the other, so both genders can work to purify their masculine energy in balance with the inner twin flame of their divine feminine. As Rumi says ‘there are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.’
What is your way? How will you contribute to bringing the lost boys home? Because it’s not someone else’s problem to fix; it belongs to each and every one of us. Love in action helps. <3
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What is the Sacred Masculine?

 

‘What is the Sacred Masculine?’ She asked. ‘Well,’ he replied:

‘He is the phoenix risen from the flames, there may be ash on his beard and the smell of smoke in his hair

And He will feel like the sunrise in a peachy, orange sky after the long dark night.

He is the one that was wounded to the core and now stands straight and strong again.

He is the one that was broken and has dressed his own wounds from the battles he fought.

He is the one that wandered the dusty grey shadow lands for ever and a day but has returned to feel the warmth of the sun kiss his scarred flesh.

He is the one that was lost in the dark tangles of the thorny brambles, who now lies on his back in the grassy, sunlit clearing transfixed, mesmerised by the exquisite, simple beauty of the birdsong and the clouds floating by.

It is he who has tamed his wild monkey mind and has become its astute and fair master.

It is he who now rides on the wings of the dragon that once snarled and breathed smoke and fire to keep him from his treasure, hidden in the dark places within.

It is he who falls to his knees at Her feet and kisses Her belly: the spiral, vortex, womb of creation.

It is he who breathes his love into Her, causing her body to shudder and shimmer in ecstasy and release.

It is he who knows where to place his hands and lips and his loving gaze.

It is he who knows that he was born to lead and yet will only lead by following Her guidance.

It is he who will speak his truth even when he knows that he will not be loved for it.

And he who will hold his tongue when it is time to listen tenderly with an open mind and heart.

He is the one with universes and galaxies spinning inside his chest.

He is the one that carries both the sun and moon in his hands and when She beckons they eclipse at his heart.

He is the mirror in which you fear to look because although in his polished silver reflection you will see your dazzling light you will also see the shadows of the forms that you have yet to embrace and make love to.

He is the one who is no longer distracted by the ephemeral trinkets of knowledge and false prophets.

He is the one who looks inside with honest, courageous eyes to see what needs to be seen and cleared with the bright light of his pure awareness and integrity.

He is the one who cries tears of joy at the sound of a child laughing and whose glowing face beams and chuckles at the feel of the puppy’s tongue on his naked feet.

He is the one who will hang his head just long enough to acknowledge his error fully and feel the impact of his choice before raising his face once again, ready to do what is needed to set right that which was not in alignment with truth.

He is the one who is not ashamed to admit when he has been lost for a while in the mist of fear, arrogance and pride; he who embraces his vulnerability with strong, kind arms.

He is the embodiment of divine twin flame alchemy and always a work in progress.’

‘And where will I find him?’ She asked.

‘Be still, listen and feel.’ He replied.

‘Can you hear him?  Can you feel him?  For He is wooing, hunting, longing for you… right now.’

She hung her head.

‘So stop seeking and waiting and balance the twin flame divine masculine and feminine energy within you, for when you are ready your nectar will be fragrant and sweet and as the bumble bee finds the open flower He will surely find you.’

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Message from Sacred Man to Divine Woman about Body Image

(Who am I to write these words? This is the thought that arises almost at the same time as the thought to express my sadness at how fashion has wounded woman. So I push through, past the thoughts and write anyway…fuck it!! )

Just about every woman that I have known has issues with her body image. ‘My hips are rather boyish, my breasts are too large or too small or too saggy, my hair is the wrong colour, too thin or too curly, my belly or my bum is too big…’ and the list goes on.
Body dysmorphia.

So many girls are suffering with mental health issues and eating disorders etc because of how they believe that they are not beautiful just as they are.

So allow me to be bold enough to say that every woman’s body whether we have the pleasure to explore and be with it or not, is a mystery, it is something sacred, incredibly alluring and beautiful.

Yes we men are programmed to varying degrees to notice the fashion magazine like features: the long legs the pronounced curves, high cheekbones and large eyes but we also know that this is just a thin veneer. We also know this is just programming.

Once we go beyond the visual there is so much depth to be appreciated and enjoyed from our other senses and that which is beyond the senses. There is often a conflict that when we lay with a woman we want to keep her at arms length so that we can see her and yet at the same time we want to be so close so that we can feel, smell and taste her (and let’s not even get into the sounds!).  These senses do not discriminate based on how she looks. These senses are enjoyed by man to a large extent, by the degree to which woman accepts, loves and honours her own body.

It is possible that the mind will only take us so far. So what then? Is it possible that the body is perhaps the doorway to the divine? Is it possible that through the body we shall return home and this is why most religions have worked so hard to keep us away from loving our bodies and made a big thing about ‘sins of the flesh’? Woman’s body is a portal, it is a miracle, regardless of what shape or size it is. Her body is the temple of her sacred Heart. She is Love em-body-ed!!

Please, woman, remember this.

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Do you really want Love, Peace, Freedom?

Perhaps most new age folk don’t really want freedom, love, peace.  Perhaps most people who claim that they do are just playing a game.  It’s a game of pretending to be committed to ascension or enlightenment.  And who can blame them it’s a fascinating game, with so many options and alternatives and variations.  You are guaranteed to never get bored because there are so many levels and paths and landscapes to explore and discover. I need to start this practise, or to go on this retreat, or read this book, or start this diet or see this therapist or healer or do this meditation, or visit this sacred site.  It’s perfect for the ego because there is always another activity or paradox or perspective from which to hide from your true Self, to hide from the Truth.  It’s the ultimate virtual reality game co created with your personal egoic design team. And there is nothing wrong with that.

Anyway we all know the answer to the riddle is Now, being in the present…but achieving this consistently seems to be tricky!

So it seems to me that it’s handy to remember that there is a difference between the map that we create to make sense of the world and our lives and The Reality.  What is Reality?  It seems to me that the closest I can get to understanding Reality is probably what masters and religions, at their core, all speak of and agree on and point to in their different ways.  Added to these ancient timeless teachings maybe we throw in a little bit of 21st century context and magic to update Reality.

Perhaps we would do well to loosen our grip on our beliefs and our knowing that ‘THIS is how it is.’  ‘I have got it figured out’. And yet are we free?  Are we at peace the majority of the time?  To what extent have we experienced the multi dimensional layers and facets of being a divine being that are who and what we (apparently) really are?

And yes it may seem that I too have my version of reality, of truth.  It’s based on 22 years of experiential inquiry but admittedly it may be another ego trip too, but it keeps me entertained!

Ask your self these two questions:

What are my blind spots?

Where am I deluding myself?

I think they are beautiful questions!!  We can’t answer them with our egoic minds because our egoic mind is heavily invested in hiding these truths from us.  In my experience feedback from Life is a great teacher and truth detector and sometimes the assistance of a Seer helps too. We don’t have to do all this journey alone.  I don’t think that was the original plan.  But we have to get vulnerable and real to expose the fact that we are lost and need help. Yes there is a place for therapists and healers but we need to discern whether they will give us Truth or whether they are there to add validity and content to the game we are playing of pretending to want liberation.  The acid test for me is always in the story of their life.  Do they walk their talk?  Have they been to the dark places and returned to the light?  Are they Being the change they speak of?  Actions speak louder than words!

So that’s what came through for me to share today.  Something a bit different I guess but I think it’s helpful to challenge our beliefs and perspectives sometimes even if it can be uncomfortable. And feeling uncomfortable just may the clue that we are onto something!

Most who read these words will probably filter it through the egoic mind anyway and it will be distorted and twisted and the intention of these words may not even get through!

So why did I write it in the first place? More dopamine?! Shit!! I need to get off this computer and get outside! 😉

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