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I’m revealing myself as a pretty stereotypical male – aggressive, concerned about my image, wanting to be regarded as strong and virile, all those male things.
My sacred partner is revealing herself to be the embodiment of the divine resurgent female.
Where we meet is in the balance point.
For me to reach that point, I have to give up every entrenched belief I have about maleness. None of it is useful except in a dog-eat-dog world. Which this is not.
That’ll make me an anachronism if I don’t start throwing overboard the unconscious views of life I have that are just not up to snuff. This applies especially to an age where all our thoughts are known. Oh my. I won’t go there. We have perhaps a few more months or years of blissful ignorance.
I know what the process for my partner was because I watched it. She achieved a lasting state of balance (lasting so far, that is). The final piece in a long process was apologizing to everyone she may have harmed. She emerged in a state of balance such as I’ve never seen. Eyes blazing. Now it’s my turn.
Notice the help one gets when one expresses the intention: Ashira that very day said there is never a harsh word spoken aboard ship. Well, with those words went harshness, belligerence, aggressiveness for me. I guess I needed to hear it from a male. It was release, permission to back down from being the aggressive, not-very-divine gender of the species.
I also think the balance point will turn out to be a portal to higher dimensionality.
But I have no idea….