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the role of the masculine

Sep 18
2 min read

a channeled transmission :


i seem to come closer to the wounded masculine the more that i embody the sacred feminine. i feel his tenderness, his grief, pain, and frustration. yet i know that i am not responsible.


these pieces are raw, it takes great courage and strength to not only face them, but embrace them with honesty and compassion. to be vulnerable, and gentle and kind, while exploring and transmuting the density, shame, and anger.


men are not to blame, we are one.


while the feminine may support, it is the masculine who must choose, consciously, to heal.


our sovereign divinity lives beyond polarity or the expression of gender, an inherent birthright bestowed to all beings.


may the divine masculine remember how to be present, stable, and honorable in his actions so that the divine feminine may soften into her ineffable beauty. so that she is safe to express, birth, and create. may he be her container to surrender, receive, and flow. may he be the structure within which she feels pleasure. may he be the riverbed through which her water moves.


harmony between masculine and feminine arises naturally when both understand the power of the mother, the creatrix of all life. her magic and expansiveness must be revered so that she can nourish and nurture her creations, so she can tend to and care for life itself.


the masculine must build the environment where the feminine is honored. he holds space for her to grow, and shares in the joy of the bloom.


his role is not inferior, it is the counterpart that brings balance.


she is primordial, he is a manifestation. what the divine feminine can feel and conceive, is anchored into physicality through the will of the divine masculine and the portal of the womb. he is a grounding force to her transcendant connection, a guardian of her radiant, pure light.


the feminine is rising, not to surpass the masculine, but to bring coherence to the destructive dominance he has produced. she is here to help mother earth return, to her natural, original order.


♡, fin

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Sadia
Sep 21

I love your artwork. The oil painting is my favourite, probably due to it being similar to some of my work! I'll contact you for a reading next month as soon much is starting to happen.

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