NEW AGE AWARENESS: Masculine Energy versus Feminine Energy .

I have been reading a lot lately about the concepts of masculine and feminine energy. It all sort of goes along with the yin and yang definitions of masculine and feminine. I do not think I need to define the differences for you. The ideas I feel called to address today have more to do with the finger pointing and blame going on in the spiritual communities. Some religions believe in a masculine god and others in a feminine goddess. There is this snobbish assumption that only one is correct and that the other belief is foolish and misguided. Each believes that if everyone would subscribe to their particular vision of power, then all would be right with the world.

There is a lot of talk among the new age communities about a return to feminine energy and a return to feminine leadership. Somehow, it is believed that with women in charge we will somehow clean up all of the world’s problems and magically bring civilization back to a place of beauty and harmony living off the land in a peaceful nurturing way. I even read an article recently written by a new age man asking where we women were and when would we be coming back to fix the mess that he feels the men have made of our planet. Wow! What a big responsibility!

My first response to reading this man’s well written essay about how men had really screwed things up with their greed and testosterone filled war like natures, was to say “It’s not my job to fix your mess! Where do you get off making a mess and then asking when someone else is going to clean up? Why not ask the men when they’re going to clean up after themselves?” Once I calmed down though, I got to thinking about the feminine energy and how it works. I rethought my answers and thought that I should say, “Feminine energy by definition is gentle and nurturing, healing and loving. You won’t see us come charging in like warriors gone to battle. Our effects will be subtle and beautiful like the breeze blowing the leaves of a tree.”

Having stewed over the topic for a few more weeks, I have some more enlightened thoughts to share. Why is it even referred to as masculine or feminine? Have you never seen a female fight to the death to protect her family? Have you never seen a man cry for the magic of seeing his child born? Do you think that women aren’t capable of being greedy and selfish? Do you really believe that men aren’t capable of being healers? Whatever happened to the belief that both energies lie within all of us? Men didn’t create these problems anymore then women did. It takes one to agree to be victimized. If women truly wanted to take power, they’re smart enough to overcome the physical strength differences. The truth is, we agreed to a philosophical view that men were smarter, stronger, and closer to god then we are. We chose to subscribe to that just like they did.

Perhaps the deity in charge is better than us and is a perfect blend of all energies, masculine and feminine. Perhaps it doesn’t require an immature split of energies and a need to blame the other for the state of things. Perhaps ‘god’ is more grown up than that and understands that we all have free will to screw things up or fix them however we choose. Perhaps the ‘goddess’ is waiting for us all to figure out how to play nice together.

If we are completely honest, we have no proof whatsoever that there is a male god or a female goddess. We have no proof that there is a husband and wife team either. And atheists have no proof that there is no higher power in charge either. None of us can prove anything other than the history of our belief systems and even that we screw up and argue over them. All we have are millions of miracles that have happened in the name of every deity ever known to mankind and we have a lot of stories passed down through the generations. Other than that, we don’t know squat about who or what god is. It’s beyond us and probably ought to stay that way. I suspect the answers to god and the heavens is hidden in the answers to who we are and why we are here. Until we know for sure that we are absolutely positively right, we have no business fighting. I believe that when we do find out for sure what is going on, that we won’t need to fight over all of the ‘what if?’s anymore.

I for one, refuse to blame the men for where we are at this point in history. For every story of a rape, there is a story of a woman taking a man’s children from him. For every story of a man treating a woman like she is stupid, there’s a gold digger proving that women are just as vicious and deceitful.

For every Dali Lama, there is a Mother Theresa. For every Gandhi, there is a Joan of Arc. Gender does not make you more or less spiritual. You make yourself spiritual.

There is nothing holy about a holy war and there is nothing spiritual about blaming one gender over another for the problems we face. It takes both genders to create life and it takes both genders to make it holy and sacred. The solution is in taking a ‘we’ and ‘us’ type of an approach. We screwed our planet up. We created this dynamic and we have to fix it. All of us need to work together, regardless of gender and regardless of whichever form of godlike energy we have chosen to favor. The root of every religion is that god is love. So, love one another.

Author: Skye Thomas

Jaime Sabines "Los amorosos."

No siento la mano derecha.

Las cartas de los viejos amigos -algo así le estaba escribiendo a Alex - son como un género literario independiente; algo entre poesía, cuento, novela y nota periodística caduca en un diario de esos amarillentos.

  

"Me converti en trotamundos. Dejé el tabaco. Me divorcié dos veces. Me volví empresario. Tengo un hijo. Volví al psiquiátrico. Manejo una bici. Viví en Siberia. Nunca me casé".

(Yo siempre contesto con la misma frase, que nunca digo: "Todo sigue igual")

Son la lista de los recuerdos que nos faltaban y que no sabíamos que echábamos tanto de menos. Durante el tiempo que los guarda el olvido, los amigos abandonados se vuelven el personaje de una novela corta de lectura lenta, o de una película larga a cámara rápida. Su reencuentro es pura poesía, una consistencia ilógica, un acierto en un mal cálculo, una oración gramatical en el lenguaje secreto de Borges.

 

Y como ya escribí más de cuatro paginas seguiditas, enmenosdeveinteminutos, no siento la mano derecha.

 

 

 

Les debo la explicación de la foto de aquel día en el que no sabíamos a dónde escaparnos y solo decidimos quedarnos. Quedarse también es irse.

 

Namasteándole.

Y resulta que nosotros somos lo mejor que tenemos es nuestra posibilidad de viajar, de movernos sin destino alguno, de meditar, de ser nómades en esta tierra de itinerarios y programas turísticos.

Somos un camino a ningún lugar. Somos el viajero a la deriva. 

Somos el transeúnte en la batalla contra la inevitabilidad del reloj.

No hay tiempo, no hay espacio.

Todo es aquí, 

todo es ahora. 

G R A C I A S.

Alegoría de otro instante.

Cuando estoy feliz escribo considerablemente demasiado o considerablemente poco. A veces considerablemente cursi o a veces escribo nada más considerablemente. También cuando estoy feliz me dan ganas de hacer todas las cosas. Cuando estoy feliz camino ese río de calles y puentes, solo lo considerable, para asegurarme de que tú nunca vendrías. Cuando estoy feliz escribo cartas que nunca envío, planto flores que nunca crecen y canto cuentos que nadie entiende. Cuando estoy feliz me siento al borde de mi cama y tiendo mi brazo por encima de esos cuerpos que no habitan en ella, murmuro muy bajo hacia la nada solo para no hacerme notar de que yo soy muy feliz, tan considerablemente feliz. So long so long so long.

Dialéctica del amor según M. Wacquez

(...) La explicación más inmediata que se dio para mi enfermedad fue que estaba enamorado. Se buscó infructuosamente entre las muchachas conocidas alguna que pudiera ser la causa. Pero ya he dicho que aunque mi dolencia se relacionaba con el amor por el hecho de que tenían en común un objeto humano, no podría identificárselos porque uno, el amor, poseía esa única diferencia que hacía que sus individuos fueran víctimas y victimarios en un solo y mismo movimiento, que cada uno reconociera en sí mismo una carencia que no reconocía en el otro. El amor es el encuentro de dos seres imperfectos que creen mutuamente en las perfecciones del otro, lo que crea en cada cual situaciones sucesivas de desmedro y sobrevaloración. Esta dialéctica no se halla desprovista de violencia porque cuando los amantes imponen su ser lo hacen con una insólita crueldad de la cual gozan mutuamente, uno ejerciéndola, el otro padecíendola. Sin embargo, lo que a mí me ocurría iba más allá de todo eso (...)

En Mauricio Wacquez, "Frente A Un Hombre Armado", Montesinos, Barcelona, 1985, pp. 55-56

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En la foto, el cielo épico, según la terraza de Raúl.