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The Return to Sacred Union of Man and Woman

This beautiful painting entitled Accolade by Edmund Blair Leighton is a powerful illustration of the times that we are living in and what is being asked of us. But do not be deceived by the simplicity of the image as it is multi layered.

It represents the physical realm and dynamic of man and woman but it is also about the inner divine masculine and feminine twin flame energy present within every human. In many ways the more masculine energy of the mind may need to be in service of the more feminine heart to redress the imbalance that has been prevalent for too long as a result of the patriarchal paradigm we have been living for so long.

When women have been disrespected, tortured and denigrated for many generations it takes a woman in her power to be able to fully honour a man as depicted in the painting.

How many women still carry the pain and anger of their sisters and mothers and would much rather sever the man’s head rather than honour him?

How many women still carry wounds inflicted by ignorant or abusive fathers, brothers and ex-lovers?

Bu the truth is that these men were lost to their own sacred masculinity, since the west has, for a long time, only reflected a distorted, stoic, arrogant, domineering masculinity.  Our Ghandis, Martin Luther Kings and noble, balanced, healthy male role models have for too long made up a tiny portion of guidance around what it means to be a man and they are not often seen or represented in the mainstream media and so the possibility of being this type of man remain obscured.  The huge engine of the film industry, media, big business and governments portray an, at best, narrow strand of true masculinity and at worse a massive distorted model of what it means to be a ‘real’ man.

As a result of this, women have adapted and sacrificed aspects of their authentic femininity to try and redress the imbalance of power through their emotional prowess and use of seduction.  Both masculine and feminine energy, when in alignment with truth, are complimentary and embracing of each other; both are needed in balance to reach higher levels of consciousness and sovereignty but the current paradigm encourages fragmentation, conflict and disrespect between men and women.

It seems, as far as we can tell from history, that it was religious men who began this corruption of the complimentary male and female dynamic but why?  It may be that they felt threatened by the power of woman as her womb is the portal from which the unmanifest becomes manifest and new human life is born.  Men were scared and fearful and jealous of this power and so they sought power over and dominance and insisted on being the middle men between the people and a male God in an attempt to disempower women.  False dogmas and doctrines arose instead of the truth of the naturally occurring beautiful, miraculous dance of feminine and masculine that is birthing existence eternally.

Can women really wield the sword of truth and honour the men who are stepping forward now, who are awakening to the truth of who they were born to be at this pivotal time in the story of humanity? This is what is being asked of women now because either we all come home, men and women together, or we all remain lost and disconnected from love and the truth of who we really are.  We cannot travel this journey while there is still an inner war raging in the hearts of men and women for the injustices of the past.

It is a time of forgiveness and for laying down our weapons as instruments of pain and power over and using them instead to honour.  To hold a sword, a potential tool for destruction and use it only to honour and protect is the way of the warrior of the heart.  These are the men and women who are now being asked to step forward.

The time of history (his-story) is over.  And it is not helpful to swing to other extreme in proclaiming that women are better or as capable as men. That is missing the point. How many lives have our souls lived in the bodies of men and women?  Men and women are different and the same at source but the current predominant masculine and feminine dynamic has to change.  When men and women fall out of sacred union the result is the needless suffering, abuse of power and injustice that is rife on earth at this time. Men and women have both been complicit in this to varying degrees but now we know better and we see more clearly. Her-story is no more helpful than his-tory.  It is the time of our-story!  The truth is that paradoxically men and women are complimentary opposites, they are different and both are needed to birth new life.  Is this not a big enough clue that the return to the sacred union of men and women is key to the birthing of a higher consciousness, a new earth or a 5D reality?  When children are born from this love, heaven will be restored to this beautiful planet earth, then we are home.

It takes courage for a man to kneel and bow his head before a woman that is wielding a sword, especially as it is probably his sword which represents his power, which he willingly entrusts to the hands of the divine feminine. The sword is an instrument of death or suffering or an instrument of honouring or protection and the manner in which it is used is dependent, as with any tool, on who wields it.

The darkest hour often precedes the dawn of a new era.  This is that time before the dawn but there is an orange glow spreading across the western sky now.

Men are being asked to kneel in humility and reverence to the divine feminine and willingly surrender their false power; to unify the masculine and feminine within them.  It is time for a balance between the feminine energy of heart and emotions and the masculine energy of head and mind.  In this place of vulnerability a man embodies a new power and strength, born of the divine twin flame union within and The Sacred Masculine arises from his knees; a new man for a New Earth.

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When You Walk With Me

When you walk with me you may still meet the unwelcome spectre of unexpressed emotions, old fears that you unknowingly concealed, tucked away in the distant corners of your mind and body.

Like huge shadows cast by small creatures on a large wall, these feelings once became magnified, monstrous demons, shrouded in the ugly garments of shame and guilt.

But now, as quickly as they arise, they slink and diminish from the radiance of our union.

When you walk with me through this forgotten landscape, deep in our bones our knowing grows that we could no longer stay and be what we were told we should be.

With one foot in front of the other, one heart beat after another, one tear, one warm, loving smile after another, we journey through this uncharted realm more swiftly and easily now in our togetherness.

When you walk beside me it is our love that illuminates the way when the moon is hidden and the road is dark.

When we rest for a while I will hold you in gentle, strong arms so that you may know that you are safe and you will soften ever more tenderly, to make space for me in your beautiful, precious, heart.

Please leave your grief by the wayside, for the generations of dishonouring that your sisters, mothers and grandmothers have endured and suffered.

You no longer need your weapons of seduction and emotional prowess, that were honed and sharpened in order to redress the balance of the physical strength that was used against you, instead of to protect you.

Let us travel light for the mantle of our growing trust will keep us warm and safe.

Fear not, for when you stumble and trip I will be there to catch you and we shall breathe for a while, together.

This journey that we travel is not for the faint of heart and yet when you walk beside me, my steps are easier and more often now I notice the flowers unfurling and the trees blossoming as we pass.

I hear the buzzard calling it’s encouragement and feel the warmth of the sun against our smiling faces, streaked with newly shed tears of joyous release, sadness and laughter.

O how blessed I am that this adventure found me and that I found you.

The grey mountains are behind us and the green rolling hills stretch ahead into the distance

And I love the feel of the softness of your hand in mine,

When you walk with me.

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The Kiss of Awakening

I remember my first proper kiss with my Beloved.  I was distinctly surprised by the passion, intensity and power of the kiss, as until that moment she had seemed quite shy and reserved.  It was a beautiful moment and the power of a kiss is something that has stayed with me.

On one of my many walks on the land I recently remembered the fairy story of Sleeping Beauty and how she is awakened by a kiss from the prince. I was immediately struck that it seemed to be the other way round in my experience and that there was something so magical and powerful about the kiss that I experienced from woman that it gave me the courage to undergo the next challenging part of my own awakening.  To all intents and purposes I was still asleep as I had not yet faced the dragon of old emotional pain that lay waiting for me in the darkest cave of my own deep mother wound. The kisses from my Beloved and our adventures in sacred sexuality was a great motivator to stay the course when things got really challenging!

Looking at things from more of a macro perspective it does seem that in this path of ascension or awakening that it is woman who leads the way.  There are many more women who are immersed in the field of spiritual growth than men and this seems to be connected to some extent by the fact that women are more in their bodies than men.  Giving birth, periods and their connection with Mother Earth the Great Creator Goddess is key in this.  Most of us now know that the we must fully embody our humanity if we are to enter the realms of the 5th dimension or the New Earth in which Love becomes the primary energy as opposed to fear but men often struggle with this.

Men have grown up with the programming that ‘big boys don’t cry’ and have been conditioned to avoid, suppress and numb out any feelings that have been labelled as demonstrating weakness or revealing that they are anything but fully in their strength and power. This seems to be the unconscious message of patriarchy in a disastrous attempt to maintain ‘power over’ and pretend that ‘it’s all okay, everything is under control’ while the planet and sentient beings suffer. Of course women have suffered the craziness of denying emotions too but not to the extent that men have and this is one of the reasons why in the United Kingdom alone 16 men commit suicide every day.

But the reality is that the energy of the Sacred Man is rising. If it is rising in me it is happening in others and recent encounters and feedback from my community of conscious brothers and sisters echoes this. How do we catalyse this further awakening amongst men? One thing for sure is that it is not always helpful for women to keep asking where are all the conscious men? My answer to this is always the same:

Your beliefs will determine your reality.  If you believe there are few conscious men that is what your experience will be. Don’t sit around waiting for them to show up or complaining when the ‘wrong’ man arrives because whoever is there. In front of you, will to some extent, be a mirror reflection of your own inner masculine energy. Focus on healing your own inner masculine because the wounds that patriarchy has inflicted stretch back through many generations and run deep in men and women and there is much work to be done to create the New Earth and merge in the yin yang union of divine masculine and feminine so that we can re-member that we are One. We are Life itself having a human, virtual reality, duality experience. Don’t all the great teachers and mystics say that we experience duality to know Oneness!?  Instead of men and women berating each other why don’t we ask ourselves the question:

What can I do to help and serve my brothers or my sisters?

A safe bet is always: Do your inner work!

Society encourages us to look outside to find peace and happiness but transformation and healing is essentially always an inside job. Others and tools may help but it is us who have to learn to fall in love with ourselves and to do this we must face and banish all that is not love from within.

Let’s not get too hung up on gender and swing the pendulum from patriarchal abuse of power to man bashing and a whole new wave of spiritual bypass feminism.  The crimes against women by man for hundreds of years have been an abomination and so much of this continues right now and although we would do well to alleviate the immediate suffering, the long term solution, the roots of healing the craziness of disharmony between man and woman lies in deepening our own sacred practices and alchemising the divine twin flame union within each of us.

In this life time we are either in a male or female body but let’s not get too fixated about this.  I wonder how many lifetimes I have experienced as a woman? I just happen to be in male body this time but I know that beneath this façade of gender I am genderless.  Beneath the ideas of God or Goddess The Creator, The Great mystery or consciousness is genderless. We are all in this together and now is the time for the laying down of weapons. The time for unity, union, balance and harmony. It sounds very likely that patriarchy hijacked the sleeping beauty story and that its origins actually lie in the Babylonian myth of the Goddess Innana who ventured into the underworld to kiss awake her lover Tammuz. And this myth seems to be happening right now again. We are all living this myth but note that the myth says that Innana kissed Tammuz and he awoke, not that she kicked him and he awoke!!

The kiss of a lover is a powerful and magical act as I know from my own experience.  Let’s facilitate lots of inner kissing of our divine masculine and feminine principles and let’s see how this shows up in the world.  I believe passionate, loving kisses between men and women and women and women and men and men would be a good thing. It doesn’t really bother me who is kissing who. Let’s just focus on kissing ourselves and each other awake.

Love and kisses. Namaste…

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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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The Bird Table

I wanted to feed the birds so I bought a fine looking bird table from an elderly gentleman who was retired and wanted to put his carpentry skills to good use in the shed at the bottom of his garden.

When at first I hung out the bird feeder and sprinkled the table with seeds the visitors were few.

Sometimes I would have to throw the food in the feeder away because it had gone mouldy and yet I so wanted to feed the birds. I knew they were hungry.

Before too long the big brave birds came: the arrogant, greedy magpies, the comical, strutting pigeons and the quarrelsome blackbirds.  And of course the curious robins, they were amongst the first.

And although to begin with I was a little disappointed because I wanted to see the pretty little birds, I decided to do my best to welcome everyone to my bird table!

The winged creatures are a blessing to me. They are a gift:  miracles in aeronautical engineering presence of a master creator.  Messengers, teachers, delicate beings with wonderful songs to fill the trees and skies.

Like pieces of my spirit the birds flit and fly here, there and everywhere, unfettered by the lightness of their being.  As I feed the birds with my humble offerings I feed my spirit which is also returning to the light.

When the winter months grow heavy upon us what else can we do but feed the birds?

What else can we do but tend as lovingly and gently to the aspects of ourselves that yearn for care and kindness?

And with the passing of time and regular care and attention the numbers and varieties of visitors to the bird table increases in the garden of my being; slowly at first and then more and more.

I sit and watch their antics from the comfort of my chair and  I smile in welcome at the new arrivals who now grace me with their presence daily.

The pretty multi-coloured ones come now too: the goldfinches and bullfinches and blue tits and great tits, the shy winged ones:  acceptance, compassion, gentleness.

So I feed the birds to show them that I love them all.

As I make my morning trip, barefoot across the cold, damp, earth to replenish the bird table for my spirited, winged, treasures I know that as I feed them, so I feed and nourish myself.

And the cold, dark season begins to pass and I am at peace with my winter’s work of kindness and care, tending to the nourishment of the birds as they flit and fly inside me; the arrogant, the gentle, the comical, the cheeky, the quarrelsome, the shy.

After all, I am learning that everyone is welcome at my bird table.

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