Sacred Love

Guys, guys, guys. Ain't it nice to be with a woman?

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Well, ain't it??

You see, the problem with this whole THING that makes you a man -- the testoserone, masculine, power, conquoer-at-all-costs thing -- that we are soooo good at, so fly, so smooth, so ultra coolwit thang....is that, you can manifest for yourself, in the short-term, nearly anything you desire. Be it pussy or power or just twisted fantasy. But that is Man power, that's what it is, and it's a pain-in-the-ass to get it done.

Woman power is easy. She's got it and she knows it. In fact, everything that men -- all men -- think and feel and do towards her, REMINDS HER SHE'S GOT IT. So, you can be damn sure that she isn't forgetting her power.

Like we do.

Unloved, over-loved, wanting, needing...sometimes groveling like masturbating bags of bones MOMMAS BOYS; we make it hard for a Woman to see us otherwise because we stray so far from home. It becomes easy to neglect and forget our Royal Lineage.

But no worries, if you DO forget, there is always a good woman around who will remind you about what it is (and I'm sorry, gay boys almost count, they've got the spirit, but they want to get in your pants with the fervor that only a man can bring to the table, and so their agenda must be carefully monitored) . If you accept Love...oh yes she might really give it all to you, including her flesh...then you will be firmly grounded in reality, dealing with your shit.

My experience of Love is that it is much, much, much bigger than us. Our body's lifespan, that is.

So, because it's so big, Her lessons take a long time to learn. To come to grips with. To handle maturely with all of the power that we harness as men.

Recently, I have been recognizing in males -- like a desire I already know in myself -- a willingness to take the lessons of many women. That's commendable, but along with this special gift, they have taken the flesh.

Flesh is a very, very big lesson. Flesh is the permission to BE HERE; when flesh ages and dies, you must go somewhere else. This body can no longer be your home.

An important question is: Where will you go?

My thought in writing this segment is this: Love is sacred. If you search out love in your heart, you will find it. If you follow it, you will become one with it. Then the love you are trying to share with another person will be clear. Once it is clear, you will have learned who you are. And you will know what you must do to be right with Sacred Love.

From there things get better and better, no matter with what complications you are grappling.

And young men, if you seek power and you have fantasies regarding the manifestation of your power, then I have this for you: You will know no greater strength than being, I mean being Love.

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A Recipe for Sacred Love:

Stop the catch phrases. Repeat nothing you've heard said better. Question your stance, question your walk, question your talk. Don't go crazy. Listen closely to things that seem new to you. THINK CONSTRUCTIVELY, don't waste the power of your mind, but don't forget the power of your heart. Don't be such a stoner, because there really is a difference between Spontanaity and a PLAN, even though both are appropriate. Use your medicine to achieve your goals, and be honest with yourself. Endure the pain you bring upon yourself, because it is your responsibility to do so -- everyone else has plenty of their own. Dream. Know your dreams. Keep your desires in respect to your dreams. Do not disrespect your dream, but do not be a slave to it either. Get a hobby and excell at it. Gain pride in your Work. Take your Work to work. Work smarter. Support and love your friends, but do not believe them -- they hate you for being weak and they hate you for being stronger, they are your friends. Remember your family. Think about Family until you understand why you need to be a part of something Family, which is the root word for familiar. Notice things. Enjoy smiles. Hope for a good laugh, and be humble when it happens.

The Wheel of Karma -- and here is why:

The Dalai Lama explains reincarnation as proof that compassion is not only necessary, but really the only intelligent choice. He does this by citing a mother's love of her son.

Well, for reincarnation to pa-roooove anything, we must first get on the same page about what it is.

Regardless of the mechanics -- whether it is a rebirth from the grave, or simply one stage of your life blossuming into the next -- regardless of the language of your understanding, if you accept that life is very much like the seasons, then you get it. This is reincarnation. Simple.

Life is indeed like seasons, and it is not hard to make such a comparison. Some periods of life are definitely more abundant with opportunity, youth, and lovely weather abound. Other periods are stormy and glum. And eventually, yes, we know a winter must come that puts everything to sleep until spring comes again. The process can happen quite efficiently without our consciousness of it, which is why reflection upon it can often very much enlighten your state of being.

So reincarnation, in some sense, is happening to us constantly. Now, what about it?

If you abstract this simple notion -- that even sleep and awaking in the morning is a form of reincarnation -- to the asymtotic extreme, you arrive at the conceptual model of the soul: Some aspect of you that is born, born, and reborn, and lives complete lifetimes...countless times...over the course of who knows how long.

The Dalai Lama proposes that eventually, everybody you meet has, in some lifetime or another, BEEN YOUR MOTHER. (Which just about splits my head in half, even though I first read this premise over five years ago!)

After I begin considering it, however, I found myself with every person I met, despite the conditions of my introduction to them, considering them as someone put in the unfortunate position of edumacating my misbegotten and terrific spirit.

It felt like I had discovered a new way of relating to people. For, as with all of us, some people seem to handle us with a gentle comprehension that makes our hearts ache with appreciation...while others seem to be in a great degree of discomfort...possibly all the time, or just while we're around? Hmm, hard to say! But so much so that I necessarily wonder with such people if I ought to change myself, so as to make this person -- this spirit who has been my mother -- feel better about me!

This is the behavior of every child who seeks to make their mommy happy. No matter mommy's reason for being sad, if the child can discern a way of helping, oh Lord, you know they will try, even at their own expense.

But MANY TIMES, people, MANY TIMES it is the PARENT WHO IS THE CHILD!!! It is the parent who needs parenting! And though the child has the capacity, truly, has the capacity to change themselves in light of their elder's stance -- when the lessons are messed up, well, you end up with another generation feeling much like we all feel: sort of disenchanted and not particularly jazzed about it all.

What happens when you meet, through reincarnation, a mother of yours? Well, depending on who they are at that moment, your spirit is taken back to the experience you had during your lifetime with them as your mother. If your head is clear and stable enough to surf in the astral plane long enough to thread together the thoughts/intuitions/and premonitions, you will re-experience some powerful emotion that has long since been put away. You will learn something about yourself.

This happens with every encounter, with every glance, and even with inanimate objects, the earth and the sun. Everything, not just every person, has been your mother.

And since the human relationships are so charged with volital frustrations, misunderstandings, and discontents...try instead making a pilgrimage to Sequoia National Park in California, finding a tree that you are drawn to, and considering HER as your mother. Then, when you go back to the people meditation, you will have have some insights regarding patience.

Eventually, as you grow more and more savvy with all of these mommies, it is my belief that the roles begin to sort of flip-flop, and you begin to realize that all of these souls have also been YOUR CHILDREN. You forgive, as you have forgiven your mother for the complications of the past, and you get on with trying to set an example of what it is to be a decent human being.

WAH-LA!