Untrampling Our Masculine

His heart is tender and filled with uncertainty. Have I hurt her? Is she angry with me? Can she love me for who I am?

I can feel the gentle tears his heart cries in the darkness, in moments of time and space when strength and protection has worn itself out and he is vulnerably exposed. I hear his need to be loved, held, cherished. In the core of his being there is a space incomplete without her presence, her love, caress.

He longs to feel her radiance shine over him, warming from the inside out. Too many times being himself has caused a separation, leaving aching emptiness in her absence.

I can see, hear, feel this heart of our masculine. Ravaged by the demands of his women – mothers, grandmothers, wives, lovers – falling short of her expectations that he always be strong, and ‘right’ in the way she desires. He’s left with a constant sense of inability to meet her demands.

The feminine has risen. She is alive and beating with the Goddess Life Force. On her way up, the heart of our masculine has been invisibly trampled upon, quieted. His hunger, his ferocity placed in a box so as to keep women ‘safe.’

And yes…she has been harmed by him over lifetimes. In no way is this dialogue meant to deny what the feminine has endured. We’ve been looking at it, rebelling against it, speaking our truth for decades. Our voice is strong. Our cries have been heard and responded to. And now…

Her charge is to love, honor, receive her masculine.

He needs room to rise again, in all his glory, power, strength – with his tenderness intact. I feel the masculine heart as such sweetness, such deep desire to love and please his Goddess. Her deepest pleasure becomes his greatest joy. His capacity to love, hold, care for her is boundless.

Lovers ~ Anne  D Mejaki
Lovers ~ Anne D Mejaki

The wound is not merely of the masculine upon the feminine. The feminine has bruised and punished and whipped her masculine into a shell of himself. His heart can no longer bear her raging fire. He buries his pain, cracks deep inside his chest – tucked safely away from her reach, from her view even. She feels only his resentment, indifference. The heartache is far from visible and nearly imperceptible.

In our need to balance, the masculine purity has been set aside. Protected, hidden away safely so as not to reap her wrath.

He needs her love. He needs her acceptance, her willingness to see beyond tired misconceptions of what it is to be an awakened man – IN HIS POWER.

In my connections with women, there is a predominant truth: we LOVE the masculine Force. We want him to bring his fire to our bed, his strength and comfort to our tears, his ferocity to match our own. And we thrive on the kiss, the touch – his full penetration of our body, heart, soul.

What I’m feeling is a present need to embrace our men as they are. Draw them close, give the anger and distance room to breathe, for beneath it lies an expansive heart with the desire to simply love and be held in love. Allow time and space to unravel the hurt between our two – masculine and feminine – without pointing fingers, seeking justice, making ‘wrong.’

Come together in sacred space. Open your heart, hold love as you share your deepest fears, most vulnerable hurts and tender, precious truths. Allow there to not be words, answers, resolve. Let Love both dissolve and become the language. Be so intimately present with one another. Feel your hearts rise together. Give room for our history of hurting one another to melt in the heat of holding Love’s intensity.

This is the call of the feminine – my feminine. I have witnessed myself in this time and space – seeing how I disarm the masculine in ways that hurt – often unknowingly. At times I hold him accountable for hurts that are mine, for being the Presence that he is. I’ve asked him to take ownership of my heartache, my joy, my ultimate happiness. It’s not his job. And yet, I find when I give him room to feel his own pure heart, he can so easily hold space for mine.

These energies dance between the dynamic of male/female, but the power we hold centered here is within the relationship of Sacred Feminine and Divine Masculine. The present reality is we are healing together. Our expansion is intermingled. Walking this human life, we are designed to need one another, to love deeply, to feel fully. Our work is to open, to soften, to let the wounds be seen, held, loved – transmuted – in the glowing light of day. One of our greatest powers is making love to change the world. Loving each other with sacred tenderness is our way through.

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To the Aroused Man: I Meant to Turn You On

‘Your posts are very arousing Jackie- damm I get hard reading them.’

My whole self froze upon reading this message in my inbox, following my last post. It’s not new – turning men on by simply being me. I’ve always felt and known it – sometimes consciously, other times it’s crept up and caught me completely by surprise. And the response is most often the same: I freeze for a moment when it’s unsolicited by my own physical arousal, by an intention to get ‘his’ attention. I’m well aware when that energy is present in myself–and when it’s not.

So when I read these words, I felt old stirrings of shame come flooding in. Self doubt and questioning – am I cheapening the Sacred Feminine by speaking what I am so passionate about? In stepping deeper into my own voice and expression, is there a disservice being done to others?

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The one truth that really seemed to matter rose to the surface of it all: I MEANT to arouse you. By the very nature of who I am I arouse – with my body, my words, my energy, my voice, my truth – all of who I came here to be in this life is arousing. And now that I am at this place of fully embracing that in myself, of understanding it’s meant to be this way, the arousal is fully conscious.

Only my intention isn’t simply to arouse your body. I appreciate fully that impact on your being, because for most of my life that’s how I translated passionate, ignited sacred energy flowing through my body – sexual. It always felt that my exhilaration, my enthusiasm, my greatest moments of life had some tie to being sexually turned on. And for years I felt confused by this reality, shamed by it really. I felt I was wrong, cheap, dirty because my body responded to all forms of arousal in a sexual manner.

I offer to you this: we are meant to feel the vibration of who we are in this way. The sexual response is but ONE way to channel that energy, and unfortunately for so many, it’s the only way we are attuned to feeling who we are. If you’re like me, you feel that sensation and then are hungry for some form of lusty fulfillment. In most cases, that doesn’t come the way we long for it to, and all that’s left is the emptiness of wanting, the desire to feel everything in your body become kissed and stirred into awakening once again.

So yes, I meant to turn you on. And my intention is this: to turn on every sense in your body so that you cannot escape your hunger for all that is raw and pulsing in your being, and you must embrace it rather than seek to release it. It’s something I’m really just beginning to put into practice myself, so we’re in this together. We are sexual beings, and it’s time we allow our sexuality to become a doorway to the mystical. It’s time we recognize we have a power to be aroused that goes beyond sexual exchange.

What I love about this message is that my words are having the desired impact. In spite of the moments when our bodies are turned on and we feel we could become sexual with anyone who crosses our path, what we are opening is something much more powerful. And we’ve not yet fully stepped into that power. To keep it only ‘sexual’ is to keep it small. It truly encompasses how we love, how we live, how we speak, eat, laugh, breathe. This power has the capacity to awaken, to arouse, to ignite every area of our lives if we give it room to do so.

To become turned on is to become steeped in the beauty, the fire, the grace, the holiness of who we are, of all this world has to offer us, of the power that moves the blood through our veins. Doesn’t it make sense that blood would move into the most intimate places of our bodies and create a response that feels very sexual?

There are no answers here, only one woman sharing her story, her insights, her truth. I offer this to you for consideration. What if there is no more shame in your body? Who would you be then? I believe with all my being that my pure expression is here to arouse every sense, to turn you on, to dissolve the residues of shame that keep you from your authentic power. I challenge you, when the blood begins to pump, when your whole body is turned on high – consider all that is available to you. Feel deeply every sensation that is awakening you, cleansing the residues of your old stories, stirring your passions into life. Feel the sexual response in your body, with full awareness this isn’t simply a sexual experience. It’s actually a language your soul is speaking to you; a liberation of the chains that have kept you in place. Feel it as such, and give movement to your arousal in ways you have not yet known.

So to the men and women alike who feel yourselves aroused by my writing and energy – I meant to turn you on. I meant to bring to you a doorway through which to feel your sacredness. When it comes to meet you, allow the sensation of being a divinely awake human being. Allow the dialogue to be shared with your body, with your soul. Because some part of your truth is seeking its way to you. The Sacred Feminine is fondling the most sensitive parts of your being. How will you respond?