Perfection in its natural form...a forest, unhindered by Man and allowed to be Herself in all of Her perfection.
The Divine Feminine
A well which springs forth from Solid Rock, the perfect expression of Masculine, a vessel from which She can pour forth.
The Divine Feminine
Not female. Not Male. But Feminine...softness...a field of pure potentiality, held by the Divine.
The Divine Feminine
Her. Calm Ocean. Stormy Sea. Brigid. Kali. Oshun. Pele.
Not long ago, an invitation was sent forth, throughout the community where I live. The announcement called for "an Enchanted Evening which is all about adoration and awakening in service of The Divine Feminine."
It went on to read, "As a structured event, this consciousness-raising ritual starts from the moment each woman walks into the room where she is worshipped as a Goddess and seen for ALL she is. Men and/or partners reflect the light of the Goddess by performing Divine duties such as washing and adorning the feet, offering elements of silence, chocolate, witnessing tears, or showering roses."
As I read the invitation, I was aware that a flood of sadness had begun to well up from deep within me. I wasn't sure what the source of this sadness was, but I didn't feel like being sad anymore, so I stopped reading and put the invitation away. Clearly, the Enchantment Ceremony was not something I felt called to attend.
3 days later, I learned that the event was being held at my house! Of course, I still wasn't required to attend. My home serves as a community temple, and I've been known to leave during certain events. Last month, for instance, I left one evening so that a group of Women could gather and hold ritual here, to fully honor one another without the presence of any men.
This time felt different. The "Enchantment Ceremony" called for men to come forth and honor the Divine Feminine, as expressed in the female body. Could I be one of those men?
And so I re-visited the invitation that I had put down 3 days ago, and continued reading where I had left off: "Men and/or partners reflect the light of the Goddess by performing Divine duties such as...washing...feet...offering...chocolate...roses..."
I read on to the next paragraph: "Can you imagine stepping into a world of acceptance and sensation where ALL of you is utterly and radically welcomed? How would it feel to be completely held and have your deepest humanity plus your greatest divinity given a space to dance and merge in sweet union? The greatest gift from this enchanting ceremony is the surrendering and willingness to offer ALL of yourself in an unforgettable evening."
What beautiful words! I still felt saddened by them, though...even more saddened than before. Why?
Because it wasn't clear to me if this could be a place where I could receive what was being offered. Yeah! I want to be radically welcomed! I want to feel completely held and have my deepest humanity PLUS my greatest divinity given a space to dance and merge in sweet union! Hell yes! That's EXACTLY what I want!
Could I get it here? It didn't look like that's what was on the gold platter for this banquet. No, from what I could see, this was a place for women to be "completely held and to have their deepest humanity plus their greatest divinity given a space to dance and merge in sweet union".
Maybe I had misunderstood. So I read it again...and again... (I really was trying hard to find a way to let this invitation speak to me!) Clearly, it began with the words, "this consciousness-raising ritual starts from the moment each woman walks into the room where she is worshipped as a Goddess and seen for ALL she is."
I am a man who--at age 40--was still tucking his grandmother into bed at night with prayers and a kiss on the cheek. I'm a man who became the "man" of my family at age 25, when my father died of a war-torn heart and left behind my mother to cry on his grave, pack up her life, and move on. I'm a man who has held woman after woman...and man after man...in my arms while they've cried. I've stood like a tree, solid, while their tears streamed down onto my body, to this Earth, Her Majesty. And now...today...I leave my home so that women can gather in safety and in wisdom.
The question is...where do I go when I need to be fully honored and loved for all that I am?
I go to the mountains. I go to the forest. I go to worship the Divine Feminine and cry my tears on her blood-stained ground. I go to shout and scream and wail while She listens in completely reverent silence. I do this so that I can hold the space for the women (and men) of this world to cry...day after day, year after year...
I can do it again, for the Enchantment Ceremony. Yes, I can do it again! I'm not sure if I will, but I might. The main question I have, though, is this: How many other men in my community are willing and ready to do it? I think it takes a man who already has been getting what he needs, in order for him to be able to provide so selflessly for others, don't you think?
Is it any wonder, 3 days before the announced Enchantment Ceremony, that only 2 or 3 men have signed up, out of the 24 people who have said that they're going?
Are the men in our community already getting what they need? What is our relationship to Her, the Divine Feminine? She provides all. She never sleeps. My suggestion, from experience, is to go and honor Her. Go to the highest mountain. Go to the sweet-flowing river, and give her your grief...not to mention your CUM. That's what I do. I honor HER in all of her expressions of feminine--from the soft, sparkling eyes of my lovers (male, female, and in-between) to the sparkling waters of the river that flows through my town.
Personally, I think there is quite a bit of confusion about what "Divine Feminine" really means. I don't think it means frilly adornments. I don't even think it means WOMAN, per se. Yes, women are an immediately-visible representation of feminine, as are the trees, fields, mountains, and the sweet joyful laughter of my male lover when he gleefully shakes with orgasmic comfort, like pine branches after a summer rain.
Truthfully, the Divine Feminine in me--and in all other men--is aching to be acknowledged, loved, caressed, and fully honored and celebrated. May our whole culture soon find this balance, to look to the feminine inside each one of us. Amen, and Blessed Be.