Dear Reader;
Welcome to Part Four in a series of writings on Healing the Primary Sexual Wound.
Part Four: On the Masculine separation from and return to the Feminine.
What if, rather than woman being born out of man’s rib, the Masculine emerged from the loins of the Goddess?
What if the Masculine aspect of the Oversoul agreed to venture into this land of dualistic shadow, to walk the hero’s journey back into her arms once again; this, as the fundamental expression of separation as a journey of expansion, so that we may be granted the miracle of once again, returning Home.
This principle is one I plan to expand upon significantly in upcoming writings. I expect it is enough of a reversal of common thought to warrant an entire elucidation in book form.
Please enjoy the following transmission by reading aloud. It is a fairy tale of archetypal truths.
LOVE CHILD When we speak of our sexual essence we refer to three things in one: Our life force energy Our longing for reunion and our permission for Divine bliss None of these may be separated from the others none is of greater value than the rest none are presently activated upon this planet and none are fully understood Imagine a wise, beautiful woman who sends her lover off to war She knows he is afraid She knows he does not want to lose her She tenderly wraps a scented lock of her hair in a wee silk which bears her name and slips it in his pocket a talisman a secret promise of faith She tells him to never lose it and when things are hardest to press it to his heart his lips his eyes and always remember always believe that she always always awaits The soldier travels to the great war It is exactly as he planned and it is much, much worse than he feared He could never have known how terrible it would be having lived so fully in the arms of her Love But the soldier does as his beloved has asked he keeps her gift hidden deep within and every day as he kills and maims every night in the cold and the pain he tastes her kiss in his mind
One day he is caught by his enemy he is separated from his comrades tortured and starved Every day thrown back into his empty and filthy cell The only thing that keeps him alive is the scent the knowledge the memory of her and her promise that one day this story will end one day she will be there to greet him when he returns And then a day comes when all his possessions are stripped away and he realizes he has lost the silk he cannot find the scent of her hair He searches and searches in vain till he falls to his knees upon the stone and every fear he has ever had now has a place to play What if she too has left him now? What if she has forgotten what she said? What if the softness the sweetness of her Love will never be tasted again? It is from this place of separation a choice is born in his broken heart from this place of loss of faith he decides to turn away from the promises he made and find another answer to his pain
Now every day and every night too it is vengeance that lives in his thoughts Instead of a vision of a return to peace he is consumed by sharing his loss If he cannot know love then no one else can If his captors have made him suffer then they must suffer too and this boiling rage becomes his reason and he finds his freedom through the fuel of retaliation and the bloodstained tables are turned As he gathers the other broken soldiers he merges their hopelessness justifies their faithlessness gives them a new place to put their deepest fear And together they rise up and in their turn take captives who are imprisoned and tortured starved and shamed and every time he hurts inside he now can hurt another and sometimes as he does so he cannot help but remember Love sometimes he even calls out her name Dear, sweet soldiers and lovers Dear lost seekers of home This is the story of your search for your soul your seeking of Godheads your Creators and Spirits This is the story of your present confusion the loss which still haunts you the Love that still believes in you asking to be rediscovered remembered and reclaimed For what this simple broken-hearted soldier did not realize in his moment of lost hope was that even when those strands of hair that silken promise fell away from his grasp it lived on in her heart nothing changed in her mind for She is eternal She is immortal She is the reunion which cannot be forgotten and She always waits for him there
Soldiers Soldiers one and all and every one of you man, woman and child is a soldier upon this Earth Soldiers listen and understand The war is your Karma The torture is your courage and your growth The retaliation is the expression of polarization that is always and inevitably the language of human fear The Lover is your sexual activation your true heart and your conscious awakening The Lover is the Goddess who has never once forgotten who understood exactly why you left and exactly when you would return The Lover knows there is no other ending to this vast and universal story and she promises you you will find your way back into her arms again But the choice is yours always yours to stay in the hell realms as long as you please every time you give your pain to another you spin the wheel further into your own illusion every time you abandon Divine nature the story repeats itself while she waits for your kiss And be not shocked that your Goddess is a seducer for she asks for your surrender she asks for all surrender as the answer to the fear which drives nations to war She knows you will know no greater beauty so long as you walk upon this Earth of men
She knows that out of pleasure all life is born She knows that death is given so you may taste it all again She knows that her earthquakes her volcanoes and her floods are the release of the Divine feminine which may never be quenched and she knows that even your ignorance must not be judged There are lifetimes of this dance in every mortal woman and man The feminine may hold a memory of her capacity for healing embrace but she must take back this position and cease dwelling in powerlessness and pain The masculine may hear an echo of his Lover’s faithful wish but he must learn to walk away from old habits of vengeance and blame For every soul there is a Lover so vast no shame is too great for her trust She welcomes you weak and bloodied she asks nothing about where you have been And while it may seem that Karma roars louder than ever before it is only because the game is done and our illusions fight for their lives But the truth has never been more sound the vision never more clear The Lover of Love of human desire will close this circle of Life Soldier and Goddess in embrace once again will conceive the love child of Peace And the life force energy the soul reunion the permission for what is sexually Divine will be returned to each one swelling rivers exploding mountains washing away all that has felt unloved upon our beloved Earth for these are the ways of miracles in every new life found the coming home to the heart to the bed of the Goddess more power in her fertile breath than upon any battle ground The hardest thing you have ever done may be to grant yourself this joy for herein lies the seed of all truths No wrongs No loss No more
much love,
Adi