Sometimes we don’t really know how the collective human experience has affected our lives until something hits a mark, and we respond emotionally. The angry don’t know they’re angry, the stressed don’t know they’re stressed, the fearful don’t know they’re fearful, the resentful don’t know they’re resentful. It can be deep inside… stuff we don’t look at and try to resolve because we experience it as normal or necessary.
These emotions or states of mind can become so embedded that if we find ourselves in a safe, non-assaultive, peaceful, loving environment, we get uneasy… like we’re losing our edge. All of a sudden there’s no storm and the sea is calm… and we wonder what to do. “Isn’t there something lurking under the surface that I need to be aware of… something I need to tense up against?”
I see it all the time… people reaching out for another dose of stress or fear or anger in order to be energized by it. Those doses are easy to get: watch a police video, check and see how many bombs were dropped today, or just think about something somebody did… and there it is, you’re back to normal again, doing what you’re obliged to do in this violent world; staying on top of things, sword drawn.
A few days ago I watched a video that apparently was filmed in India. We all know the tide of outrage against rape in India, and this video was a part of that movement, encouraging the protection of women. It shows a young woman walking alone, two young men approach with ill intent, other men, passing by, see the intent and step in to encircle the woman.
I doubt if the video was intended to provoke an emotional reaction, as it seemed more like a teaching and inspiring message. And yet I started to cry upon seeing it, and at that moment I didn’t know why. Why did that affect me so deeply? Sadness? Happiness? It was just a simple public service video. But still, the sight of men taking hands and encircling the woman brought me to tears.
I sat back and looked into my feelings. The tears had come from some kind of deep need. After time and thought, I identified it as a need for recognition, or acknowledgement, of the incredible treasure that nature gave the woman. Here’s what the circle of men said to me: “Destruction of this beauty is not allowed anymore.”
I need the love of that circle of men… and when I saw it displayed, when I realized change is coming, it brought forth such gratitude.
This beauty: We know that the beauty of womanhood is having a hard time of it nowadays, and I don’t think it began recently. It’s old harm, coming to a head and splitting off into at least two mindsets: 1) the women who embrace the experience we’ve been through, realizing that the tyranny of patriarchy has pressed us into evolution, and 2) the women who have become adversaries of men, nurturing resentment and seeking power and control.
This masculine/feminine conversation is certainly not new to any of us. I’ve written about how the embrace, the mingling of heart energies, can take a woman past the lifelong fear, past the tension, and into to an incredibly soft, vulnerable, unguarded, responsive, trusting place. To me, this is the feminine core. It took many years for me to reach this place, and that is why I talk about it often, as if it mattered. I believe it does matter so much… it could be the key to our future ‘heaven on earth’.
We are looking at an evolving man as well as an evolving woman. On the same day I watched the video against rape, I read an article and listened to a video from two different men about the damages of porn: insightful, aware, courageous commentaries on the destructive force of this billion dollar industry – destructive to women, and men, and intimacy.
We are rejecting the poison of this current matrix, and that is so heartening. We all know the ‘world as it is’ will end, but there are different ways of ending a thing. Can we turn it around before it ends with the rape of everything that is beautiful and vulnerable? With any number of potential outcomes available, why not direct our energy toward the greatest world our hearts can conceive.
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