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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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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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On Tender, Loving, Vulnerability and Transformation

Let me make it clear that I share what I share because I believe and know of the power in vulnerability. I am well, I am strong, I am blessed, I am exactly where I need to be, experiencing exactly what is needed in service of my own transformation and that of the collective. I do not need or seek sympathy. I share because I feel it is important to share the whole of me, the whole of the ascension process, the messy bits and the bits that bring shame or lack of self worth to the surface to be released and transformed and dissolved. I share so that others who are finding their journey challenging may find solace in knowing that they are not alone. Too often we just want to share the ‘success’ the shiny end result, the victory. We forget to share the process that may guide and inspire others, we forget to share the perceived failures and the times when we are on our knees and crawling out of bed in the morning takes a super human will. It is the journey that IS the destination and so I feel it is important to share all aspects of my journey in the hope that others may find strength and resilience and faith when each are needed.

And having said all this, if everything is flowing and easy in your journey, then that’s awesome. Suffering and challenge is not to be put on a pedestal. It doesn’t mean that if you are not suffering that you are not growing. Suffering is old paradigm stuff and I believe that it is on the way out because with a new higher, deeper consciousness we don’t need suffering. We can learn from Love and joy and bliss too when we are awake enough to not need the motivation of unnecessary pain for change. Pain is inevitable as part of this current human experience but suffering is optional right NOW. Who knows what the future holds in relation to this.

Right now Life is an amazing blend for me. I feel so blessed and grateful for this Life and where I am on my journey, I am so bathed in Love and compassion and Divine Feminine tenderness and this Love is releasing and displacing the last remnants of fear that reside in my heart. As this fear is displaced I am feeling it in the form of emotions like low self worth and shame and a kind of uncleanness. And I know it is just the old leaving. As it passes through my physical body it causes discomfort. My skin feels uncomfortable, sleep is limited and there are aches and pains and strange sensations particularly in the right (masculine) side of my body. Headaches that are so unusual for me are more common and I am being asked to really honour my body. Today I have a massage booked!

The body and emotional stuff brings some challenges when there are things that need attending to, even though I feel at times I would just like to hibernate in my man cave for the winter!! It is just stuff passing through. It is part of my journey to freedom on all levels. I have taken steps to alleviate the process as best as possible and a large dose of surrender medicine is being swallowed too!

Lots of tenderness and lots of self care is needed at these times when the energy seems to be accelerating our metamorphosis massively.
Be in nature, feet on the earth and head in the sky.
Being with our tribe and being connected with those who we love and are loved by. Whatever we feel, it is personal to some extent but remember it is also humanity’s ‘stuff’ that we are clearing. A whole lineage of clearing is not for the feint of heart!

I believe that tender, loving, vulnerability facilitate transformation. .
All is well and all manner of things shall be well.

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Celebrating Fucked-up-ness

Deep acceptance and acknowledgement seems to be the most powerful medicine there is.

Even ‘letting go’ or ‘surrender’ has an energy of something that needs to be removed, deleted or given up which can lead to a subtle conflict and feelings of resistance; of must and should and ought. Guilt or shame or blame are usually not far from these words, ideas and concepts of the mind.

Acceptance seems to drop down from the mind into the heart space. The mind can do little with acceptance, there can be no real ongoing commentary or debate apart from perhaps the argument that acceptance is not good enough. Because we have been taught that we must put effort in and work hard ALL of the time even if we end up exhausting ourselves, even if this path does not really honour ourselves.

How can acceptance, doing so little really result in so much transformation? Perhaps it is like these small eyes in our heads which see SO much. Sometimes less is more!!

Perhaps acceptance is the sister of Love and recognition or awareness is the brother of Love

WE are all so beautifully fucked up. Our fucked-up-ness is our perfection. ‘Imperfection’ with a subtle change of perspective becomes: I’m perfection!!

And it’s not a hard, judgmental ‘Fucked Up’ it’s a soft gently loving kind of acknowledgement. Like Christopher Robin would say to Winnie The Pooh ‘Silly old bear’. That’s the tone of voice we use in acknowledging our fucked-up-ness. A gentle, compassionate, non judgmental tone that wants to wrap strong, gentle arms around you for being so beautifully, uniquely fucked up.

Today is a good day for celebrating our tender, fragile, fucked-up-ness. And as we accept and acknowledge and transform in ourselves we can do the same for others as we deepen our realisation that there really is no other.

The Divine in me sees the sweet Divine fucked-up -ness in you…

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Working Toward Divine Union of Sacred Masculine and Feminine

We know unequivocally that the return to peace and love and communion between man and woman is a key part of creating ‘the more beautiful world that our hearts know is possible’ perhaps for our selves but more importantly for the children and the generations to come.

But where do we begin with this seemingly huge piece of work that needs to be done when there seems to be so much disharmony and separation between many men and women? Where there could be intimacy and closeness or even direct experience of the Oneness of Life through the merging of two hearts and souls in complete Love and surrender there are often vast wastelands of separation.

In my experience when confronted with a daunting task, pretty much anywhere is a good place to begin. There are no wrong choices when we decide to do what needs to be done. The only wrong choice is to do nothing.

It seems to me that when I look back on my journey the greatest steps to freedom and peace have been made when I look within. It’s important to remember that the outer world we experience with our senses is but a reflection of our inner world, the stories we have created to make sense of our experiences and our beliefs which are sometimes unconscious.

There are key indicators that will inform you what your beliefs are around intimate relationship with the opposite sex. Here is one:

What is your relationship like with your mother or father? To what extent are you at peace with them? To what extent is there still a parent child dynamic? How honest are you with them?

Our parents form templates on which we unconsciously base our later adult relationships.

After many years I am at peace with my father who was absent because of his career choice and I am at peace with step mother who was pretty abusive for most of my childhood. But it took a while to arrive at this place.

I achieved this with little or no conversations about the matter with my parents. I worked mostly with one question?

What do I need to do in order to become the parent to myself now that I wish I had when I was a child?

It’s pretty simple. You find out what you feel you missed out on and you give it to your self now, and you give it to everyone you meet too. It’s pretty simple really. It just takes commitment and perseverance and a little resilience and patience. If you really want something then you will do what it takes.

This work facilitates and catalyses the inner marriage of masculine and feminine within each of us.
This one exercise alone is extremely key in healing the wounds within so that we become a clearer, cleaner and brighter proposition for a potential suitor. Real Change is always an INSIDE job! If you are looking outwardly and blaming and critcising the opposite sex then maybe it would be worth looking within a little more. When you change the energy of who you are then your world and the people you meet will change too.

Let’s not get lost in blaming and shaming like children; let’s take full responsibility for our own shit, let’s have the courage where we could to do more…no matter how many times we have been let down in the past, when the conditions are right, when the ground is prepared with love and care and vigilance, then beautiful flowers will grow and miracles do happen.

 

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Meet Me On The Bridge

They met on the bridge and he held her tight and she held him. They were two as One and the earth span and the birds sang and the white clouds raced over the vast, blue, blue sky.

When they were ready they walked over to the edge of the bridge and looked up stream at the clear water flowing, gurgling, singing gently to itself.

They had made a pact. That they would surrender everything to The River of Life and let go to the Great Mystery beyond the doors of perception and the small puddle mind.

One at a time they carefully and compassionately took their fear and held it in their hands and looked deep into each others eyes. When they were ready they placed their fear on the wall of the bridge and turned to face themselves in each other again.

This time they took their love and tenderly placed it on the wall beside their fear. They had decided to let go of everything. Again they looked deep into each others eyes and without words said everything that they needed to say to each other.

When they were once again ready they stepped forward hand in hand and with their free hands they pushed their love and fear off the bridge and watched it enter The River and disappear momentarily before rising again and disappearing under the bridge.

They ran to the other side of the bridge and waited for love and fear to reappear so that they could bid them farewell and watch them disappear downstream.

After a long time and in no time at all love reappeared bobbing gently in the current but there was no sign of fear.

They watched silently as love dissolved into The River until it was no longer visible. Only The River remained.

They turned and faced each other one last time. Carefully he helped her up onto the wall before climbing up himself.

Holding hands they jumped.
As One they fell and disappeared into the water.

And the earth span and the birds sang and the white clouds raced over the vast, blue, blue sky.

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