‘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.’
(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.
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.
In the realm of the mind and of the five senses everything is separate and there is disconnection and there is a you and a me. This is true.
But beyond the mind and beyond the senses everything is connected, energy is vibrating at different frequencies that our 3D senses are not fine enough to discern, which makes more sense of the saying ‘as I do unto others I do to myself.’ There is only One. No more you and me. Only the I AM presence. This is also true.
I like to think of humanity as a human body. Every person and every thing on this planet makes up the complete body of humanity and each individual person is like an individual atom that makes up the whole. All those cells and atoms in our bodies are carrying on their business apparently unaware of other cells in far distant realms of the body. And yet there is a symbiosis an interdependence which takes place perhaps through the grace of consciousness that ensures that, when we are in good health, everything runs smoothly. What a miracle. The same happens in the world in that people in distant lands are responsible for decisions that affect us, clothes, food and much more that impacts on our experiences. What happens on the other side of the world affects us. This is easily seen with weather patterns but as we live from the heart we notice that like the weather, another’s suffering becomes our suffering and another’s joy is felt as our joy. This is why when we return to the heart we cannot sit idly by and allow injustice to happen. We are called to find our way to contribute to making a more beautiful world because we can’t not do this.
The cells in my toe nail do what they need to do so that they create afunctional toe nail that grows and the cells in my eyes do what they need to, to ensure that I can see. But if my toe nail is broken there may be pain and this will affect my vision and perception of my reality and if my eye is damaged I may stub my toe nail. A more extreme example may be that if we have cancer in our throat it is not happening in isolation. It affects the balance and the environment of the whole body/mind/emotions/spirit. Everything is connected and yet there is sometimes only an awareness of this when the system breaks down.
I guess it is living with awareness that helps us remember that everything is connected and our presence constantly reminds us of the miracle and interconnectedness of life. When we arrive at this place we no longer need pain to encourage us to stay in alignment with our true nature, which is love and truth.
When we honour another we honour ourselves. Giving and receiving are really one and the same thing and yet we live in this physical realm of duality. So it is wise to find the balance of giving and receiving in life until by grace we transcend this mind construct.
Christ reminds us that in relation to others, in conscious relationship, of how when we receive, we can do the other a great service by allowing them to give. He was a great giver but he knew that everything is connected and that in receiving Mary (or Ruth’s) act of love he was honouring this universal law and that when we give or receive we strive to do so unconditionally. This practise purifies our hearts.
Giving, receiving and honouring the interconnectivity of Life….another beautiful dance to be enjoyed while we are here in these human forms. Enjoy the dance…
Yesterday I was making my daily pilgrimage with my Hills when I came upon two sisters praying in one of my favourite spots.
They prayed out loud and were quite animated at times, waving their arms and I heard the words God and Jehovah. I assume that they were of a christian denomination of some kind.
I stood behind at a distance and smiled at the sacredness of the moment as the three of us were some how connected in deep reverence and humility at the miracle and bigness of Life.
When they came to silence I approached them and we spoke a little. Their names were Ruby and Precious. How beautiful.
They said they had come from about 50 miles away and came quite regularly because they felt that these were holy hills. I told them that I felt the same about the hills and that is why I spend time with them most days. Walking them is a prayer, when I remember to be present, each footstep a kiss of gratitude to The Great Mother.
They invited me to join them in prayer and asked me what I wanted them to pray for. I told them that my only prayer was for the return of love and peace and heaven on earth. They prayed out loud and tears fell down Ruby’s cheeks. I just looked on in silence and marveled at the sweetness of the moment and our fleeting connection in such a special setting.
We shared a few more words after and then I asked them each for a hug. We shared some hugs and then I took my leave.
Maybe we will meet again. Maybe not.
Some might call our meeting a coincidence, others synchronicity, others a sacred moment. But I know what I know in my heart.
I love my Hills and all the magic moments that I experience with them.
Love and blessings to Ruby and Precious wherever they are.
‘All is well and all manner of things shall be well.’ Blessed Be.
I love walking on my hills whatever the weather. I love watching the turning of the seasons. Seeing the landscape change, as it is beginning to now, from vibrant greens to various shades of orange and brown. As the leaves come to the end of their short life and the trees let them go, they can fall to the ground and nourish saplings of the future.
And I welcome the different weather conditions that the seasons bring. The photo was taken yesterday and the air was cool and damp and there was a greyness to everything.
It seems to me that the weather here in England is just like our emotions. You get the full spectrum! From hot and sunny with clear blue skies to wind and snow and ice and plenty of rain.
They say there is no such thing as bad weather; only inappropriate clothing!! I think the same can be said for our emotions. There are no bad emotions just a distorted perspective and a lack of understanding of their value. There really are no ‘bad’ emotions, they are all as valuable as each other it’s just that some create less comfortable sensations in our bodies. We have been taught to feel shame and guilt and to feel ‘less than’ when we feel certain emotions and so when these emotions arise our mind wants to kick in and starts giving us a hard time for having a hard time!! Self talk riddled with ‘shoulds’ and ‘oughts’ about how we should or shouldn’t be feeling!
A great catalyst on our journey home is having the courage to feel what we need to feel. When we experience extremely uncomfortable emotions it is usually because the present incident has triggered the emotions of a similar experience from the past in which we were not able to fully express all the related feelings and sensations. Usually because we were taught to suppress or numb or distract ourselves from feeling them. Now we can choose differently.
So whenever any uncomfortable stuff arises its sometimes helpful to understand what has been triggered and remind yourself that this triggering is just an opportunity to have the courage to feel now what you were not able to feel then. In this way the fear / trauma is released from our physiology and there is more room for love and life to flow through us. Just feel the sensations in the body. Stay with it a moment longer than last time before you distract yourself and the time will come when similar incidents no longer trigger you. That is when you know the wound is healed and is now just a scar that you can wear with pride at having done the work you needed to heal.
So I walk on the hills whatever the weather and remind myself that the conditions are like emotions and it is best that I welcome them all like Rumi’s Guest House poem. They have all come to clean me out! We may as well embrace all of this human experience instead of picking and choosing the bits that are easy. Walking only when the sun is shining! We don’t tend to grow much from things being easy and comfortable all the time! When I look back, it’s the most challenging times that have given me the opportunity to make quantum leaps back home to the truth of who I truly am.
Embrace the weather, embrace our emotions, embrace all of Life with acceptance and compassion and a new peace begins to descend. Namaste