One of the wondrous expressions of the new energies flooding our Earth in these times, called The Turning of The Ages, is the reawakened presence of the Sacred Feminine Lifeforce or as has been popularly termed, The Goddess. Good thing too. Over the centuries, the swing arm of energetic balance between the masculine and feminine has gone way way off center. We all know this, don’t we? This observation certainly comes as no surprise.
For so long now the masculine mass consciousness has been polarized
into the misuse and abuse of power mentality. Throughout
recorded time, the misaligned masculine in power has been rooted in control,
domination, judgment and persecution - of those who didn't conform,
behave or submit to those in political, economic or military power -
historically, primarily in the hands of men. Not good.
And yes, things are changing, thank goodness. This mind you,
isn’t a value judgment against men in general, rather stating the obvious.
However, the ‘masculine Lifeforce’ is by
no means gender specific.
It is not limited to us anatomically designed men. Both men and women carry
masculine and
feminine qualities.
We are all a unique combination of each.
Although the masculine attributes are obviously more expressive in a man, the masculine principle has to evolve in
women as well. In many respects, this understanding depersonalizes the 'us
vs. them' mentality, not just towards men but about men as well. The dark stigma long held and well
earned slides
off but not away and is in fact, shared within us all, men and women alike.
Having come up through the ranks nearly 20 yrs ago, having largely
been mentored and trained by strong awakening women in Sedona AZ, I was steeped into the new Goddess tradition
emerging there. As with any burgeoning movement that catches the fire of
not only the imagination but the stirs the Hearts and Souls of those ignited,
the energy was thick with enthusiasm and purpose.
We all knew we were on the cutting edge of something that
was so much larger than us and for the few men who were brought into the fold,
this was especially so. I felt unique and a bit special to be included in the rituals
and ceremonies with my sisters and in effect, was being groomed to step into
the role of The Sacred Masculine as a result.
It all seemed so lofty and Spiritually advanced then and I
suppose for those times, it was. Needless to say, having been invited in 1997
to sit in circle with 6 other men in the first Awakening The Priest Process, (an
extension of the Awakening The Priestess Process, a 9 mo. gestation journey developed
by the magnificent Nicole Christine over many years down in Tucson), it certainly changed my life, in most
all ways.
They were potent times when we strongly believed we were fore
fronting a movement that would change the world. At the time, I was in relationship
with a woman who herself felt like she road at the head of the pack in her
community and at the time, she did. She owned and ran a small retreat house
there, renting out rooms in her splendid home up Oak Creek Canyon, giving
sessions and directing her guests to experience the splendors of that special
land.
As her partner as well as an emerging awakening Priest neophyte,
I was expected to attend to the needs of her house and her guests. In many ways
in this respect, I was to attend to her needs as well. It was an unspoken and tacit agreement that I was there to serve The
Goddess and this Presence in her as
well. I believe this is a necessary step in an awakening man’s growth. It certainly
felt this way to me and not just because I was told it was by the women I
trained under, her included.
As most often is the case in the alchemical process of
Awakening, no matter the tradition, you
gotta get your ego’s ass kicked a little to a lot to make it through the eye of
the needle. There’s just no way around this fact. To get clean, you’re going to get scrubbed. And I did. Ashram tradition
is full of stories of the introduction phase to that monastic experience where
the bigger you are on the outside, the lower you start off on work detail. Most
always, you get to clean the latrines first.
For whatever reasons,
I’ve always been attracted to strong, empowered women. No doubt, having had
an academically and professionally accomplished spitfire of a mother
contributed to this propensity. Hey, I
just Love a woman who don’t take no shit! I suppose it appeals to the warrior
in me, what can I say? In any case, either like attracts like or we’re always
attracted to our compliment or it’s a unique combination of both.
Among Sedona’s many attributes, it surly is a portal point
where higher consciousness energies enter this Earth plane. It certainly was
recognized as such by the ancient Anastasia Indians of that region and indeed blatantly
commercialized by the New Agers of our times as well. It has a long tradition
as a place where the interdimensional frequencies flow into the Earth’s grids
and if sincere, sensitive and attuned enough, you can ride the waves to higher
planes of awareness.
So it comes as no surprise that the Awakening Priestess/Priest
movement should have taken root there and no coincidence that I was drawn to
Sedona to attend Advanced Energy Healing school in ’96. I met an incredible
array of people who challenged, inspired and yes indeed, kicked my ass nearly
every way possible. Many of whom were women who were riding the current of The
Goddess energy, all to their credit and accomplishment.
However, I also saw how these females took on many of the
not so evolved qualities of their male counterparts. On more than many
occasions, they were bossy, domineering, controlling and judgmental. They sometimes acted like the biggest yank
in the yard or in more colloquial terms, the biggest dick in the locker
room. There was an energy of entitlement in their attitudes and a forcefulness in
their behavior. More than a few times, I
felt they would have made really impressive guys … in an old paradigm
sense, mind you.
I get the drill. In
order to know your limitations requires you step over and past them –
hopefully not too far as to fall too deep into your own shit. It takes much
track time to get the feel of a really powerful race car. The more horsepower
under you, the more careful and aware you have to be. It just takes practice to
learn your chops and as is evident with many men in history and alive today, it
ain’t so easy making the turns that end you up riding high, smooth and easy,
consciousness-wise.
Coming up to date: the intimate relationship I’ve been driving
through these past few months has certainly tested my reserves in many ways,
emotionally speaking. She, from nearly the onset, said she believed we were
potential ‘Twin Flames.’ Heady stuff,
this. I know I’d hoped this to be so. Like most of us, the allure of returning
to our essential complimentary self is as compelling as can be. And yet,
whether this is in fact true in our case is another matter altogether. I’ve come to have my doubts …
… to be continued …
Thank You.
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