conditioned and trained into looking for the fast-high and the tension-release kick that sexual play brings. This game leaves us often wanting for more, or believing that we are never going to be lucky enough to ‘get the goodies’. Eventually, we get disillusioned and either accept that we have to play the game or lose all interest in it.
We have been trained to be productivity machines, which devoids our lives of true meaning and sensual pleasure. It is time to return the rhythm of our days to devotion of Eros. In early Greek mythology, Eros was a primordial God involved with the coming into being of the world. Later, he became depicted as the mischievous son of Aphrodite whose arrow would ignite passion between lovers. The word Eros means Love or Desire. It refers to the original impulse of life, bursting forth from the seed, and growing endlessly – for no reason other than as an expression of Love and Life’s Desire itself.
A couple of weeks ago, I had a mastectomy as treatment for breast cancer. I now have one breast. A new imagination arises from within: one of unity within which Shiva and Shakti have become one. In reading Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee’s masterpiece Alchemy of Light, I know that it is time to release the old images – those of objects of desire, of which the breast must be the primary. In not being that object, I lose an illusory power. In embracing what is, including the severance, I get to see the new image that arises from within – one of unity that expresses our essential and unchanging divinity.
Entering the ocean is clearly a confrontation with many fears – the fear of what lurks in the unknown, of encountering beings that operate in apparently entirely different ways from us – creatures that exist as colonies rather than individuals, that have the ability to ‘breathe’ in water, that have teeth and all sorts of other weaponry we don’t understand – fear of entering into murky waters, fear of being immersed in an element that moves so differently from those we are more accustomed to, fear of getting frozen to the bone in cold waters, fear of getting swept along by unpredictable currents. In a very real sense, the ocean is a symbol of the human subconscious, and our fear of it mirrors our fear of what we don’t have conscious control over in our inner landscape. The ocean is the home of the shark – perhaps the creature that most potently embodies that which humans archetypically fear.
The Western approach to the guru has been overtaken by a rather shallow interpretation of the book title: “If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him.” We are too quick to dismiss all things sacred because of our resistance to the oppression that has come with organized religion. We are fiercely focused on our independence and sovereignty
This blog is a continuation of my reflections on the process of getting married – and this blog, about the weekend of our marriage ceremony. As is my style, I will share here as honestly as I can.
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In a few days’ time, Aaron and I will be speaking our marriage vows in front of family and community. When we first announced that we are getting married, people asked me to please share my learnings in the process as it unfolds. So here, my reflections to you. Since in the public imagination, wedding is a once-upon-a-time kind of thing, let’s start that way.
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According to archeologists, it’s been about 5 000 years now – 5 millennia of patriarchy during we as women have subconsciously believed that our sexuality is shameful. We bit the apple, we listened to the snake, and somehow our desires got everybody thrown out of the Garden of Eden to earn their bread amongst thorns and thistles. We live out the virgin-whore split in ourselves on a daily basis. And we reinforce this split in others. In addition, a shocking amount of women in this world have experienced sexual violation and have – almost without exception – been convinced by the perpetrators that they should be ashamed for what happened, that it was somehow their fault.
The Buck Stops Here: Let's Put an End to Sexual Shame Read More »
So, feminine sexual essence: where do we find the models that express what that is? For how long will we keep believing the version of feminine sexuality sold to us by fashion magazines, Hollywood, the porn industry? When will be stop believing that we can find our sexuality as women by comparing ourselves to other women or trying to meet the sexual expectations of men? The fact of the matter is that SHE – the fully fleshed emanation of feminine sexuality – does not live out there. She is in here – inside your body. But to find her there, you will first have to give up that quest to find her out there. Close the magazines. Put off the TV. Put away the makeup and the dresses. Drop everything. Close your eyes. And return to your naked soul.
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There is a basic misunderstanding we have in our world that our sexual energy is something personal and it expresses as a personal orgasm for those who are lucky enough to have the knack of it. Follow me in this guided meditation…
