I have been pondering this conundrum for some time.
The last I wrote about my perceptions in to the Feminine-Masculine dynamic was quite some time ago. I haven’t looked. Might’ve been spring or early summer.
I’ve come to understand something underlying my unease surrounding polarity. It has been clarified for me, today.
Polarity is the name given to a scheme whereby women are said to instinctively need, problem-find, feel her feelings, and express all these vulnerably to a man; and a man is said to instinctively provide for her needs, solve problems, and care for her devotionally.
The understanding that came to me today, was that the Feminine doesn’t actually need the Masculine. The need part is a complete and total fabrication. It is socially, institutionally, seemingly biologically, inculcated into girls and women. Hardly any of us ever realize the truth. Certainly, nearly zero have ever had the great fortune to escape such indoctrination. I say nearly zero because, I cannot dispose of the off chance that someone, somewhere, did indeed escape.
And if she did or does exist, she would be as alien to us as someone born and raised on Mars. Or Venus, as it were.
It had already occurred to me that the innate plight of the man is to fear utter irrelevance. This was the last topic I wrote about regarding the Masculine and Feminine dynamic. And, for that to be so; the woman must, of course, be the relevance. She must stand in ultimate sovereignty. Woman is a whole being; she needs for nothing; she wants for nothing.
Until she chooses otherwise.
The approach then, of the man to the Divine Sovereign of Woman, was, at first, devotional, a service, and an offering. It must have been; for nothing can penetrate a Sovereign’s sphere which could compromise that sovereignty. Woman, in her sovereignty, receives openly in feminine acceptance. It isn’t until she expects devotion, service, and offering, that she herself allows the temptations of the man to seduce her into mere neediness, problem-finder, and vulnerable feelings.
The Goddess transforms herself to lowly servant by her own choosing; having been seduced by man’s gifts.
I am struck by the simplicity, the straightforwardness, and stark reality of this story. For me, it rings with a truth that reverberates beyond all planes; and is ultimately verified by the inverted stories reflected in the egos of humanity. If ego is a mirror, of course, we realize that it inverts every image.
The Maya, or Mirage, or phantasmagoria itself upholds the laws; it can do nothing else. More clearly, the truth can be seen in the feeling or astral realm, where men are chaotic and unbound by the panic of irrelevance. It is there for anyone to see if they should wish to look. Equally women can be seen there in their innate feminine sovereignty. Luminous in peace, and holding unbounded space for the chaos which men seem so driven to pursue. Creating, out of their love and patience, an experience for men which allows them to gain a perception and perspective.
And higher up than that, of course, the Feminine and Masculine merge into a unified Monad.
We all have one basic choice in life; to live out our egoic mirror, or to intend to live out a higher order of our being.
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