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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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The Sacred Masculine – A New Man For A New Earth

Last night I was watching an action movie and noticed how the basis of the story-line was similar to so many other films that are all about action, adventure and the current paradigm of what it is to be a man.

In short the story-line was that the man loses his woman (usually in extremely unpleasant circumstances) and without the love of his life he becomes a lone wolf that is obsessed by his work which usually involves inflicting pain or death on others.

It horrifies me that this is the message that boys and young men are repeatedly bombarded with in subtle and not so subtle ways.  This type of man is strangely seen as something to aspire to. It is a man who shows very few feelings apart from a sort of righteous anger.  His communication is very limited and of course not only does he not show emotions but he never talks about them.  In my mentoring work with young men over the years I have observed a similar pattern.  Many young men struggle to speak of or express feelings and often the result of all the pent up emotions inside them is that at regular intervals it overflows like a shaken bottle of fizzy drink which has had the top unscrewed.  In this destructive state they usually inflict violence on others, smash their rooms up or punch walls etc. to inflict pain on themselves.  Other times this uncontrolled anger manifests as self harm through cutting or stealing a car and driving dangerously.  Another coping strategy to deal with this reservoir of unexpressed feelings is taking drugs. This was my chosen ‘medicine’ as it helps numb and anaesthetise the discomfort that is always present in the periphery of awareness.

In the movies, despite his strange and Neolithic behaviour this type of man is often portrayed as desirable to the leading woman in the story, who her-self seems to be as devoid of a healthy range of emotions as he is and is little more than a man in a ‘sexy’ female body!  These movies subtly encode this message into the psyche of our young men, women and those not so young men who are for the most part just boys in men’s bodies.

But the other thing that stands out for me, is that this story is also a telling of the myth of our time.  Just as the ‘hero’ in the movie lost his lover so has modern man lost touch with his feminine  he has lost the ability to feel and be love.  The masculine / feminine twin flame within most men (and women) is totally out of balance and distorted.  What remains of the healthy masculine is but a thin strand of what it really means to be a whole and healthy man; much of his masculine has become toxic and the denial of his feminine principles and qualities means that he is a stunted, ghost-like self which is a  fraction of his full sovereign and sacred potential.

Without the balance of the feminine, of the heart, of the ability to own , express and feel more fully man is lost and so he continues to inflict pain and suffering on others and the planet.  Instead of becoming a protector and the honourer of life he becomes the defiler and destroyer, an agent of death and suffering.

This is why I believe that the time of Sacred Masculinity has come.  It is the time for a new definition of what it means to be a warrior. It is time for a man who has the courage to make the epic journey back to his heart so that he may feel and awaken to the fullness of life; the man who knows that all life is sacred; the man who knows that everything is connected and that as he does to another he does to himself. Now is the time for a new type of hero for this movie we call Life.  It is the time of the Sacred Masculine – a new man for a New Earth.

 

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Chasing Rainbows

You are the rainbow and you keep chasing after yourself when if you just stood still, really still, inside and out, you might just see the beauty and miracle of the full spectrum of your light colours!

Where do you think the colours of your chakras come from?  You are the light that shines through the prism of your being to manifest the full spectrum of rainbow colours.

The rainbow doesn’t cease when it hits the earth, it continues through the earth and rejoins itself in the sacredness of the One circle.

Stop looking for yourself with your eyes. The senses will only ever point you in the right direction but they belong to this human identity.  You must stop relying on your egoic mind and senses as guides to bring you home to your self.  They will take you so far but then you must say goodbye to these guides, to this human identity, if you want to travel beyond the doors of perception to the realm of The Great Mystery.

You are both the rainbow that you see on the horizon and the rainbow itself.

That’s why there is a metaphorical pot of gold at the foot of the rainbow. The gold is the gold of your being, your presence, the divinity that you are but have forgotten.

This world is somnambulistic, it puts you to sleep and the journey to the rainbow within yourself is your awakening.

And in truth you are always awake.  It is that which notices your sleeping, that is the presence which is always awake. Otherwise how would you recognise that you were asleep?

Yes there is a journey of ascension and you are already there. The journey is to know and embody the truth that you are already there.  The Great Mystery is the I AM that is at your core.  You are the centre of the universe and the universe is the centre of you.

It’s all a great big joke; a paradox. There is nowhere to go but only the allowing of the falling away of that which conceals the knowing that you are and always shall Be.

Beyond, beneath the dance of man and woman, beneath and beyond the dance of masculine and feminine principles you always are and always will be The One!

We weren’t supposed to get too hung up on the steps of the dance or having the right partner. The dance of man and woman is a vehicle to assist you in transcending the illusion of duality.  At the core of man and woman is the genderless, sexless One. The invitation is to lose the sense of ‘self’ in the beauty of the dance itself. The Uni-verse, the one song of Life.

Stop chasing rainbows and know, really know that the rainbow you are chasing is the light shining through the diamond prism of your being. You are the pot of gold you seek. You are home.

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Time To Shine

As we draw closer and closer to midsummer Solstice when the sun is at its zenith I am reminded that now is a good time to shine. Now is a time of action, a time when right action that arises from a place of love, from deep within and through, is being asked of us. We are asked to stop playing small and to step up into and be the light, to speak and be our truth so that we might illuminate the way for others who are stirring from their slumber and are ready and willing to do their work, to go to the dark places within to transform their shadows into the light.

As I drop deeper and deeper into the cycles of Mother nature the rhythm of my life becomes the rhythm of Life itself. The past winter months invited me into the depths of the fecund earth within and there was a deep cleansing and sifting and excavating that was done. From this work of the sacred masculine, arose a rich array of poems and prose pieces, the uncut diamonds dug from the deep that I polished and honed until I was ready for them to see the light of day.  And the best gift of this labour is an increasing sense of peace and knowing that I am comfortable and at home in this human skin…for now!

And as the spring months crept in to reveal the birthing of nature’s bounty all around, the momentum of my doing began also to increase.  At the bequest of forces beyond me I was beckoned to up my game and step more fully into the arena of service and contribution.  At first there was a sense of overwhelm and the familiar voice of my inner critic moaned and complained and protested; but when we know that we cannot not do what Life is asking of us we push through the challenging terrain of not knowing and uncertainty, checking in regularly with our honed discernment that our doing has not become another subtle form of self avoidance.   With our internal compass of integrity and self care we put one foot in front of the other as we make this new unique path over virgin ground so that others may follow if they choose.

In the midst of our doing we remember to stop and honour the wisdom of balance and we take stock of our journey, looking back down the path with gratitude for every challenge and obstacle that barred our way temporarily so that we would realise the fullness of our determination, our power and our sense that this path is the one we were destined to travel.

Now is a good time to shine and we know that the brighter the light shines the clearer the shadows become.  Not everyone will welcome our brightness as our beams may illuminate aspects of themselves that they had invested much time and energy in burying! As Marianne Williamson once said: ‘If when you speak, all you are getting is applause, then you are probably not saying the right things.’  Not everyone is comfortable with bright light and over anxious egos will insist that their way is the only ‘right’ way.  And still we keep on shining.  When the wind blows, the fire’s flame may be temporarily diminished but we have a choice to let our light be extinguished or whether this wind will fan our flames to remind us that our light emanates from a glowing ember of love that cannot easily be extinguished. We are reminded that all our lives have been preparing us to do this shining work.  The taunts of ‘Who me?’ and ‘Who do you think you are?’ are welcome companions to ensure our humility and authenticity but they no longer dim our light.

As we make our way towards Summer Solstice I deepen the embrace of  this doing and I know that the darker seasons of autumn and winter will soon enough be with me to go within and mine more treasures to be shared with my tribe. But for now it is a time of celebration and joyous work and coming together and dancing and singing and being alive together under the vastness of the sky on this sacred garden planet. Summer storms and rain will inevitably come and go. But right now, this very moment close your eyes with me, as Life breathes you in and breathes you out, remember, feel it, and know, that now is a good time to shine…

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What If?

What if down is really up and up is really down?

What if this obsession with happiness leads to sadness?

What if technology has nothing to do with giving us freedom and is really about keeping us monitored, subservient, entertained and distracted?

What if this freedom is slavery with invisible shackles?

What if the news hides from us that which we once knew?

What if the truth is hiding in plain sight?

What if some terrorists are really freedom fighters and soldiers are really paid assassins whose destruction leads to huge government contracts for their associates to get rich from, while rebuilding that which they destroyed?

What if schools really have nothing to do with learning and education but are really all about making us obedient and compliant and that the journey to freedom is unlearning that which was imposed upon us in our tender, absorbent, childlike state?

What if children are really our teachers to show us, remind us of what is important?

What if ‘to live outside the law you must be honest’ and to live within the law you must agree to give up your sovereignty and moral compass?

What if prisons are full of people who need help, kindness and compassion and are victims of a mental disease which is the result of an uncaring, cold, insane society?

What if the police are not here for our protection and safety but to protect those who play the music of the pied piper and lead us in our blind trance like dance, closer and closer towards the cliff edge?

What if mental hospitals hide and imprison people who see glimpses of truth and the insane wear suits and carry brief cases and get rewarded for their insanity with fat pay cheques and status and power?

What if medicine and pharmaceuticals have got little or nothing to do with health?

What if priests are really our jailers whose keys and locks keep us from the truth that we are all sparks of the divine; that we need no intermediary for we are already that which we seek?

What if religion has nothing to do with god?

What if what I have been taught that I am is that which I am not?

What if tenderness, vulnerability and self-care are not really weaknesses but are selfless acts of strength and courage?

What if I am losing my memory in order to re-member everything?

What if the lies in the darkness are finally being revealed in the light of truth?

What if the end they call death is really the beginning?

What if the veil of illusion is growing thinner?

‘What if non are more hopelessly enslaved than those who believe they they are free?’

What if you are awakening from a dream and while reading these words you feel a pang of resonance deep inside your being and you don’t fall back to sleep?

What if it is time to wake up?

 

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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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