Tag - Love

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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If You Come To My Door

If you come to my door then please leave your mind by the path on the garden gate.

It’s not that there is a problem with your mind, you have a beautiful mind, it’s just that it gets a little lost and scared at times.

Do not leave it by my door because it will bounce and jump, so that it can peak through the windows.

Hang it gently, tenderly on the gatepost as if it were your favourite bag with a box of eggs inside.

 

If you come to my door then take my outstretched hand for you are most welcome into this sacred space.

Let me take your coat and shoes and take a seat while I prepare you something warm and soothing to sip.

Show me with your eyes when you are ready to be held and I will wrap my strong arms around you so that you will know that you are safe and cherished.

And allow me the pleasure of nuzzling under the tumble of your thick brown curls so that I can breathe you in; your exquisite, delicate, feminine fragrance.

 

If you come to my door please allow me to prepare some food for us while you lay looking so beautiful on the sofa, and rest your sleepy body.

When our bellies are full let’s watch our spirits swirl and blend with the gentle, warm music and soft, cosy candle light.

 

If you come to my door then perhaps my body will dance and move for you as it has never done before and I will lay back when I am spent and watch your curves ebb and flow to the rhythm of your life’s passion for itself.

If you come to my door then perhaps you will also come to my bed. Perhaps I will lay my hands on you where they are moved to be or I will breathe into you the sacred Lover’s breath and allow the magic to pulsate, to move and tremble your open, physical form.  And the releasing, the transforming will be done with tears and laughter while a  deep reverence and gratitude for this human experience shall join us and watch in awe.

Then we shall lay together and I will caress your face allowing the memories and old fears to surface gently like rainbow bubbles whose time has come to burst.

Please come to my door for your love blesses me as it undoes and dissolves that which was never really me.

Your outstretched hand as I go to leave the bed says so sweetly and tenderly ‘don’t go my love. Stay a while longer.  I want you.’ Your wanting melts my heart and tears for all the unloved and unwanted parts of my self rise up.

And when we are done with our healing, our feeling, our letting go, then we will slip into a hot bath together to wash each other and feel the wet contours of these miraculous human lives. Frankincense and Lavender oil to anoint these sacred bodies that know and feel so much.

If you come to my door then know that I will miss you when you leave; even though we both know that Love can never really leave itself.

If you come to my door…

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I Am A Wooden Fence

I am a fence to keep you safe.
A magic fence that does not constrain you and from which you may leave at any time.
No harm can come to you while I surround you.and if you choose
I will move with you wherever you go.

I am a fence on a high plateau and through my arms is a stunning view.
The grass where you lay is soft, warm and mossy and
The earth holds you gently in her loving embrace.
And I am a fence to keep you safe while you hum gently to yourself and plait your hair and dream in your hearts desires..

I am a fence because it is all that I can be,
I will move in close and embrace you tenderly and stroke your hair while your holy tears fall to bless the sacred earth.
When fear comes roaming it will not stay long for fear is no match for a fence such as me!

And I am a fence to witness your rising when sweet release has cleaned you out.
To behold the dance and hear the sweet song of your heart.
I am a fence that vibrates in awe at the magnificence of your strength, your courage, your softness, your exquisite beauty.
Maiden, mother, lover, crone I am honoured and blessed to serve you all.

I am a fence
To keep you safe.

 

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