Land of Warm Delights
On the way Home.
Once upon a time we knew we were whole. We were so present, it was easy, like floating in amniotic fluid. Pure life force, without past or future.
So when the impulse toward expansion came, the big bang of initiation, the only place to go from Oneness was toward an exploration of separation; nowhere to go but away. Life is eternal flow, and thus even wholeness holds an inherent impulse to be reflected, to have permission move, to be inconstant.
The only way to return Home, is to leave.
And so we choose to incarnate. We fell with grace from completeness into dualistic torment. We come to learn about the whole by studying the parts.
And if the heavenly home we are leaving was a land of warm delights, ecstasies and surrender, an experience of union wherein all loneliness was lost, then how perfect, in the creation of humankind, that each one of us would be born with a vulnerability in the sexual self. That bliss and innocence would, in its very purity, crack us open to wounding, to trauma and hurt. For in a dualistic realm all expressions have their place.
So in this material world of warm delights, ecstasies and surrender, we must also know cold heartlessness, agonies, and defences of rusted iron. That which was once whole, must shatter in an explosion of being, then travel the full cycle of separation and finally boomerang and implode back into wholeness once more.
To know our hearts, to understand our loins, we must travel to their pain and back again, and thus find our way toward joy. These deep, central wounds inform every aspect of our life upon the Earth today.
The breasts of the goddess have always carried erotic beauty and the milk of life, at the same time. But in their separation, humans said, the only use for a mother’s breast is to feed in secrecy. And they said, the only use for a woman’s sexual power is arouse men so a woman may conceive sons. So the sensual presence of the breast, in every woman, must be harnessed, either within the dungeons of sexual shame or into puritanical purpose, and the two of these must never meet.
God help the woman who awakens her life force for its own sake, rather than to please another. She must be a whore. God help the mother who turns her glance away from her children and toward sensual desire. She should be ashamed. Heaven help us when we break the taboos meant to keep us separate within ourselves.
We are alive in times which call forth every imaginable question in response to our journey of inner division. We resent the bodies our souls have chosen. We attempt to carve them into different shapes with surgeon’s knives. We say no, this body is the wrong one for me. This body is not what I believe is beautiful. This body has changed and I want it to stay the same forever. This body has no capacity to explode into joy because my purity was stolen from me long ago.
Can you see how fundamental these wounds are, for both women and men; how deeply they have penetrated the way we shape our relationships, our cultures and faiths?
What better time could there be, to rise up from the fog of shame to discover that it was all a dream, and we were One, all along.
much love,
Adi
“..And out of her back burst a purple flame lace wings damp from under her skin but now unfurling uncurling into plumes of sun smoke as she began to dissolve to smudge away from the sight of her friends the way you could erase a pencil sketch of an idea of a body to inhabit for awhile She disappeared into wholeness What they saw was that she had been given by the tree to the sky Accepted received each particle within her became a particle in another realm..” Excerpt ~ the Treetop Woman
When the world is falling apart, how do we dare to look away and turn within? What right has the individual to take care, nourishment and solace, when others are in pain?
Step back into a god’s eye view of our landscape and you will see that whatever each soul brings in contribution to our collective life force presence, our willingness to remember Oneness, this will lead us the moment of critical mass, when consciousness rises beyond the illusion sufficiently to allow the truth to be seen. When we walk in the state of Love, we do so for all with whom we are One.
much love, Adi
Exquisite.