When I thought this is supposed to be a Sacred Marriage, where the “Feminine & Masculine” living together in a balanced way in one’s deepest psyche, it comes out as one of the usual weapon some people just pick it up, attack & defense, again almost automatically. Whereas surrender to one’s own vulnerability within self, could possibly be far more powerful then something one could expect to seek from outside.
“It seems Jeff and I are in a similar boat–A Call to the Sacred Masculine is now at 50K views in three weeks, 14K facebook shares, and like jeff, i’ve received more positive response (in FB messages/emails) from MEN And WOMEN then negative and critical.” This is what called the “Ego Defense”, from Masculine psyche. I’m getting too old to believe the myth of, more people listen to or following to meaning it is right, and less people listen to or following to meaning it is wrong. Whereas in Feminine psyche, there’s no right or wrong, better or worst, more or less, probably only to accept the way it is, with unconditional embrace and one may apply however appropriate. I wonder, if few people know we all have both, the “Masculine & Feminine” in our psyche…??? Whether it is balance or not, can probably tell who’s a balanced therapist. The following is a very nice piece with peace – to me, but attracted lots of projections, at the end. Then again, we couldn’t help but to project, afterall, we are all human beings!
What’s with all the divine feminine and sacred masculine calling out and apologizing recently?
It all started with, A Call to the Sacred Masculine: Ten Daring Invitations from the Divine Feminine. You know, I’ve never had much luck with telling men how to be men. I discovered, after years of experience and lots of mistakes, the way to bring out the best in a man is to love him. Just the way he is.
Several men jumped on the bandwagon. Some got angry, The Last Thing I Need is Another Set of Rule on How to Be a Man. Or offered, A Call to the Divine Feminine: Ten Bold Invitations from the Sacred Masculine. And, while I appreciate the fact that men may have something to say to me about how to be a woman, seems something gets lost in translation when blanket statements are made.
Then there’s this divine feminine, sacred masculine thing and all the apologizing, Dear Divine Feminine: I’m Sorry. Where I come from, an apology is tantamount to an insult. If something you’ve said or done doesn’t sit well with you, you make it right—without attracting attention to yourself in the process.
All of this feels a lot like arranging deck chairs on the Titanic. A useless diversion from the grim reality of our fate and the catastrophe already set in motion.
From what I understood, these conversations were started in hopes that we would rise in love, gain a greater understanding of one another, repair the damage caused by ancient longings unmet. Yet, while we recognize staying aboard the sinking ship of enmeshment and expectation is hopeless, seems it’s the only thing we know. And, for now, all the dares, invitations and apologies meant for I don’t know who, give us the grim illusion we are actually working things out.
Our only hope, as I see it, is to leap into the icy waters of the unknown. Release our grip on what has never worked before, strip ourselves bare, untangle ourselves from blame and bitterness, dive deep—inside—until we touch the indivisible. Until we touch the place where right and wrong do not exist and being a god or a goddess isn’t dependant on what we say or do. A place where terms like divine and sacred are no longer necessary—they are, in fact, intensely redundant—and we all sigh a great sigh of relief, now that measuring up is no longer the issue. We find we’re all human. We’re one and together, just like we always wanted to be, safe and warm.
No beggars. No saints.
You know, all this controversy struck a chord in me, really got me angry, even furious, and now I know why. For years I spent my time trying to coerce men into being women—barraging them with expectations meant to obliterate their masculinity because their love forced me to feel too much. Now, years later, tired of all my ploys to clip his balls, I feel how it feels to be loved by him.
And face the stark empty space of autonomy and empowerment that true love reveals.
When we make anything wrong, at all, we are missing the truth. We are back to positional thinking, and lost in maya…again. A Call to the SM is not me saying this is THE WAY, but a way. All ways are welcome.
I too feel in Jeff’s Apology, that same surrendered state that yes, has created a piece of writing that has touched many women. Those women are the ones who needed to hear, “I’m sorry.”
A great healing happens there. Sorry is not a dirty word.
The Hawain ancient spritual practice of healing through apology, is called Ho’oponopono. Reconciliation of hurts happens only when someone is first accountable. At the level of transcendant awareness, none of it matters, even a murderer and victim are ultimately living out karma and made of light at a soul level.
But to by-pass the beauty of forgiveness at any level, is odd.
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