I birth the Masculine by being WILLING for him to show up. And however he shows up is none of my business. He is not here for my approval. He is not here for a performance.
Sisters, the masculine has landed in a new way. He is totally here.
I remember my womb telling me this time last year that it would happen around Winter Solstice.
I had no idea what that meant. And I still don’t know m
uch (that is the beauty!)
But I witnessed it happening on Sunday as Patrick Delaney sat me down at the dining room table, and a stream of consciousness moved through him like never before.
I listened at his feet for an hour.
We both had tears streaming down our faces. He said I had never been able to receive him like this, and he had been waiting.
I’ve been integrating all the times the sacred masculine showed up and I wasn’t ready and not able to meet Him (not the other way around).
All the times I tried to feminize the masculine for my own comfort levels. I thought that was the more evolved Masculine! I thought the more evolved masculine was one that I approved of (tehe !! whoops)
All the times I took his wildness, his silence, his solidity, his comedy, his sovereignty; personally.
All the times I blamed the sacred masculine and claimed that he was psychologically abusing me when I was too far in my own emotional rollercoaster to realize he held the key and dissolution I need.
When He suggested
- Calm down
- You’re overreacting
- You’re taking ______ too seriously
- This is easier than you’re making it
- You’re just assuming that
- You’re making a big deal out of nothing important
- You are caring too much
- That is not logical / practical
And I became furious. I categorized this GUIDANCE as a complete dismissal, misunderstanding, slaughter of who I am as a WOMAN! A GODDESS! in all of her divine power and feeling. How dare he suggest that!
And I stand corrected. I see when he was totally correct and healthy in those suggestions.
And I see how I couldn’t meet him there because it was ME who was so out of balance. Well, if he can’t accept all of me – in all of my empowerment and tidal waves – he is not a real man.
I call bullshit on that now. I see the job of the masculine is to take my tidal waves and turn them into purposeful evolution. I see the point of the waves – when we are in balance – is not just to make waves and float in them… It is to actualize them in a way we do not fully understand yet.
In a way we cannot control.
He is here to do it simple, and to do it smart.
My Feminine is like whhhhaattt do you mean by that!
Talk with me about it, break it all down, tell me more details, let’s discuss it.
And He is like: Don’t worry about it. It is easy! Watch me, join in when you know where you belong, and you will learn quickly. Many hands make light work!
And I am overjoyed to drop the hindrance over-emotional patterns and alchemize them for something NEW that I cannot control or assume. He is not here for my approval.
I birth the sacred masculine by being WILLING for him to show up. However he shows up.
I practice devotion to what the Sacred Masculine is bringing forward by allowing it to be none of my business.
He is not mine to curate, to alter, to advise. He is not my coding. He is of the Father. I am opening to Him. Trusting Him. Listening to his frustrations without attempting to feminize him so I can digest it without the discomfort of dissolution.
I see the search for the Sacred Masculine has been us telling him what it is, what we expect, what we allow and don’t accept, what hurts and what doesn’t.
We have been controlling in our birth of him to our detriment, disease, and disillusionment.
He is here, he has been here, and HE FINDS US.
He knows when we have the capacity to meet him. We won’t be able to find him when we search for him at this point: he is not ours to find.
I vow to be WILLING for the wild nature of the masculine to take its course and his self-appointed seat as King; when he chooses, how he chooses, I trust.