Learning The Feminine

The Disappearance

The world is being stripped of the Feminine.

We see it in movies, in art all over, and in writing -- It has came to a point where we do not understand the feminine anymore, therefor we fear it.

You see it in social circles; boys who cry are seen as weak, and unworthy, and not just that but boys who attempt to feel -- anything at all, are ridiculed into submission.

Of course it's not malice, this ridicule, it's fear.

Fear of the unknown.

The world has supressed the Feminine for so long that it has entirely forgotten what it means or looks like.

You see this with women too -- they no longer want to be caring and nurturing, they want to smash targets at work, beat the men at their game, and some even want to be this boss babe bitch style.

They forget how powerful the feminine is. Those who walk fully in the Feminine can captivate a thousand hearts, not through domination, but presence.

The true feminine doesn’t control — she calls.

It's all lost, and we have now a society that rather than complimenting each other we now compete against each other.

It shouldn't be like this.

Over the last 20 years I've began learning the Feminine.

First Encounter

My first brush with it was when I was in my bed, under my covers, screaming, crying in mental agony; the first death of my life when I truly met my feminine archetype and accepted that it was part of me.

That I was not just a man of power and who strikes with harsh judgement, but I was also a wounded man, one who lay there in the trenches with his hand held out, hoping for a soft gentle hand to take it -- to whisper into my ear that everything would be okay.

Life changed after that -- I was no longer afraid of the softer side of myself; no longer cared when I remembered myself of when I was told that I was just like my mum; a big pussy.

That was the first stage of The Feminine; meeting her in all her glory, that she was part of me, but I didn't understand why, not yet anyway.

Why do men have the masculine and the feminine?

The Listening Man

Meeting the wife helped me explore my nature further. The man who sits and listens to her problems rather than storming off into a childish rage.

The man who listens to understand, rather than turn everything she says and make it all about him. Her pain is her pain, I am not there to fix, but to understand.

Truly understand.

That took me quite a while to get this far. In the beginning whenever we battled and she cried I would act like a wounded dog; whimpering and whining as if it was only me who hurt.

Yet through time and learning I realised to just sit with her and listen regardless of how I was feeling.

And through that came understanding, not only her but her nature as well -- and my nature too.

The man that threw tantrums changed into the man who listened. I can't remember the last time we really argued. It was many years ago.

I honestly thought this would be the last stage, that I was beginning to understand life as a whole, but life threw me a curveball last year.

I've been deeply exploring the divine feminine as of late and discovered that it's almost extinct from society.

Well, it's not extinct, but it's hidden.

The Hidden Feminine

And we ridicule those that choose to embrace it -- by writing this I risk ridicule (although I don't care); think Tarot readers, palm readers, psychics, mediums, astrology charters etc -- all that choose to embrace myth and the feminine are outcasts.

Shunned by the mainstream.

Or, they are in my country anyway. We've swapped that which was normal and woven into our humanity for a cold, uncaring, almost mechanical world.

Churches are emptying, communities are no longer a thing, there is no hive mind of such like there used to be.

And thus through clutching onto deeper understanding we have ran head first into ideologies and isms, a desperate attempt to forge meaning in an otherwise brutal and challenging world.

But it's all cracking down -- as men speak of being brave cloaked in words that are borne from fear and hate, and women speak of being resilient -- again, borne from fear and hate..

.. the world is cracking.

The Divine Return

But the feminine IS coming back, and she's coming back ferociously, like a sweeping undercurrent of love and care, all wrapped up in a bundle of love.

And there's nothing you can do to stop it -- only prepare.

And this is why I build the Flame. To prepare, rather than get rewarded, to carve meaning into hive, to elicit soul in an otherwise void ecosystem.

For this we build.

For the Feminine.