Tag: Masculine

The awoken masculine energy is one of the most beautiful things on this or any other planet.

But first. Before it realizes its truth.

It will betray. Hurt. Play. And discard the feminine as if nothing.

In the distorted clouds of what it knows

it will run from the power of the love it had never previously felt or known

And after it pushes away and discards the feminine, between numbing, crying and distracting — everything will slowly dawn.

Regardless of how hard it tries to hide from the love it feels unworthy of.

It will realize

Jigsaw piece by jigsaw piece —

— That the feminine is the only one that that ever truly cared. Truly loved. Truly seen. The masculine.

And the regret will hit like a train full of lead hitting a mountain the size of a planet.

The truth of who the feminine is will show itself though the divine

Numbers and symbols and dreams.

In realization after realization

Sign after sign

Who the feminine has always been

Intentions of pure love

Not just in this life.

In every life

– a kaleidoscope of infinity –

Different faces. Same people.

Feeling lost and helpless, the masculine will delve deeper into the depths of isolation – ripping open the passageways and sealed shut areas of the heart – discovering and realising what has always mattered most.

What had always been there.

A love beyond time and space

Lost in a self sabotaged darkness it chose over the feminine. It will regret. Scream. Cry. As it realizes its own stubbornness and ego destroyed the most beautiful thing it had ever known.

Something pure. Something it lost hope in existing.

And eventually.

It will seek. Tired of its cycles and patterns. Tired of its hiding from its truth.

It will remember the guidance of the feminine.

It will treasure. Every. Word.

It’s reverence – the apology it cannot yet express.

Where it once felt prideful and dismissive and confused.

It will acknowledge the blindness to the wisdom the feminine gave so selflessly

And in a wave of truth —- it won’t take for granted anymore.

What it initially feared within the depths of forever love

It will rise to.

Step by step.

Finding it’s worth

sitting with its traumas and belief systems that caused it to treat people with such coldness and cause so much pain

It will realise that forgiveness starts with self

With doing better

With understanding followed by action

And from within that newfound worth an incorruptible strength will bloom

The masculine will understand where it went wrong. How it was dominated by ego and pride, lust and appearances.

It will realize how all its priorities were in all of the wrong places.

How it was always trying to please everyone except who truly mattered.

In its quest for the truth — strength will keep rising— becoming innate and from the heart

Shedded layer by shedded layer — conviction will unlock as it chops away that which never never mattered or served, the superficial , the parisites and leeches it once listened to — taking back it’s power from a life that now seems alien—

—- It will begin to know no bounds.

It will fight for what it knows to be it’s true north – through any obstacle, any toxicity, any impurity that it was once a slave to.

It will break free of generational cycles slicing away anything that is in the way of the chance for forgiveness and unity with the feminine with it’s gleaming and pure sword of truth

doing what it must to return home

It will understand it’s birthright

A warrior.

Not a slave.

It will shed. It will change. In the name of what it has recognized to be home.

It will see no greater treasure than what it once pushed away and overlooked.

Not the status it once clung to. Or the opinions of others it chose over the feminine

And when it does step up. Owning its truth.

Reaching out. Despite it’s greatest fear of Rejection.

It won’t be the same person.

It will honor and protect the guidance and expansion of its feminine

It will be faithful.

Powerful.

And support the brilliance of the feminine by being the person the masculine always was to begin with.

A beautiful expression of the divine.

A warrior of love.

– by Matthew Cullen