Correction.

No step is a misstep. All moves to perfection. There are no mistakes – until an action has been corrected and repeated.

Correction can come internally (ideally); externally, from life (in the instance of ignorance); or from another person (in the instance of belligerence). How long it takes for an action to be corrected is directly proportional to self-awareness and inversely proportional to the extent to which ego has its grip on you. A big ego is not a concern. An ego that is in control of you is. Have the big ego, this is a powerful thing. Have control of it. This is more powerful again.

Self correction is an aspect of knowing what must be done, and then doing what must be done. The knowing precedes the doing. And we can only claim to not have known so many times before we enter the realm of childishness. Make it your business to know. Make it your business to correct yourself. Do it before life corrects you and especially prior to being corrected by another.

If another is so gracious as to reveal to you a chink in your armor, thank them, do not apologize, correct yourself. There is nothing more to discuss.

For as long as you require repeated external correction, your progress will be limited in proportion to your effort in achieving your mastery. In other words, you will have diminished your unlimited potential.

Step instead into responsibility, diligence, grace.

M.

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Image from the music video for ‘Lonely’ by ‘The Peach Kings’

 

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Economy.

Speak less, think less, do less:

Silence is the great reservoir of all strength. Certainty is silent.

Simplicity is the highest sophistication. Remove all that is not necessary.

Stillness is the fountainhead of clarity. Become economical in speech, thought and action.

All that is then left behind is strength, beauty, and power.

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Artwork by Hansol Choi

M.

The Eye of The Beholder.

What you give your attention to, expands. Drama, love, peace – make a choice. You are the creator.

Similarly, if you hold your eye on the beauty of a woman, you will be witness to her ever expanding beauty.

It is your responsibility to make your world beautiful by holding your eye on only beauty, not the world, or your woman’s, responsibility to be beautiful for you. Correct yourself lest you see only an enemy and be ruled by the ubiquitous despot – the ego.

In each woman; mother, daughter, child; there is the seed of the goddess. She may plant this seed in fertile soil, step into vulnerability (her power) and tend to this garden herself and channel the divine goddess deliberately. Or, you (the God) may foster it in her through channeling your own divine masculine energy.

Therefore, if you see only girls, or are unimpressed by the women in your life, it is you that is the problem, not the women. You are bringing to these people only a little boy, keen to be looked after and tended to like your mother did for you. You are looking for a woman to take care of you to avoid stepping into your own power, and therefore reflected back at you you see only women who are yet to step into theirs.

A man watches intently the woman in all female forms,Β  knowing all he must do is listen, watch her spin around, admire the beauty and that this is all that is required for the seed of divine femininity to sprout into a mighty oak under which you might find shade. Allow her to cool you, be her sun.

This is your path, gentlemen.

Now walk.

 

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Illustration by Robert Fawcett (1903-1967)

(Featured photograph by Vanina Kalovsky)

More On The Step That You Are In.

Each footstep takes you somewhere different depending on the level of consciousness you put into it.

Is it taking you to a pub. Your house? A better home?
To honour yourself? To destruction?

Each footstep becomes a spiritual practice when you are nowhere else but in that step. I’m talking about literal footsteps here.

You see the way that we take steps on the way home is not so dissimilar from the way that we take steps in our life – that is, more or less unconsciously. All purpose and noΒ  deliberateness. When we walk like this on the way home, and forget to see the world with fresh eyes we miss the trees and and the birds. When we walk this way in our life we forget to see the beautiful people and we prohibit the higher powers, whatever they are to you, from orchestrating our life like a symphonic shriek of wisdom, glory and beauty.

A lot of the beauty in walking consciously is revealed to you when you slow down and forget the destination – just as in life. When you go really slow it starts to occur to you that there is nothing to do but complete this step. And after that all there is to do is the next step. From this perspective we can see that nothing is really wrong, unless we are unable to take the next step. If this is the case for you, the moment is most certainly telling you to stop and reflect on your beauty. When it is time for the next step, the next step will be presented to you. Take it, and so on. In this, the destination of the next step is the next step and the destination right now is this step. You have already arrived. Well done, you.

The world is much simpler when all you do is focus on the step you are in – literally, and metaphorically.

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The Beauty Of The Wild Woman.

I saw a woman at the markets today. She stopped me dead in my tracks. Up rose the gentlest of affections, the simplest of longings, untarnished by the violence of the modern sexual psyche.

I mention her because she punctuated that shopping trip with inspiration for what I knew I was already going to write about today – the beauty in the wild woman.

I need not address what a wild woman is. However I would like to address men’s bastardisation of her, and our propensity, with boyishness, to force her to be masculine and then to leave her for what looks like greener pastures. What a joke. And I’m hypocrite number one.

At the temple my guru once told me that Krsna (God) is the energetic and Hare (Krsna’s female form and lover) is the energy, the supreme reservoir of all energy. The gate to life is between her legs, the source of all you see around you is in her womb. She is the creator. The divine mother. What have we done? … What have we done?

The feminine is the most violent of cesspits, delivered with gentlest touch. And yet at the slightest hint of unbalance, or a waver in the gentle delivery of her power, we become frightened little boys, and start throwing around ‘slut’ and ‘crazy’, using language and manipulation to undermine her stance and outwit her credibility.

When I hear a “man” tell me that his ex-lover was crazy it just says to me that he was too much a boy to handle her ferocity. Like a kid playing with a shotgun. Just a bad idea. Someone’s going to get hurt.

Let me ask you a question, you handsome devil, if she was inactive, complacent and disengaged, would she still charm you so? Would she still be so compelling?

This is what we are doing to the women in our lives with our inability to be men, and then leaving them for a more refreshing source of femininity elsewhere. And we wonder why it’s called “a man’s world.”

Her rage is a test. It is a calling. It is perfection beckoning you, it is your future knocking at your door. Her seething and the juxtaposition of the bat of her eye and the lash of her words is an opening, if you choose to take it, to being a real man. To being man enough that she can relax into her femininity and be radiant there. What the fuck would I know, though. I’m still a boy and a have a long list of women behind me that weren’t “enough.”

In reality, I wasn’t enough for myself so I used them to validate myself. I desecrated the walls of the temple on my way out. And wondered why God didn’t answer my prayers for the woman of my dreams. It’s actually farcical in retrospect. I guess that’s a benefit of growing, huh?

As discussed previously, the first access to being a man is discipline. If you can remain unperturbed by the outside world, including women, and continue to do what must be done, then you have begun the journey towards embodying Shiva, the divine masculine.

I’ll leave you with a picture of a famous Hindu statue – of Shiva (the divine masculine) and Shakti (the divine feminine). In this picture, Shiva is meditating, supreme presence, unperturbed, pervasive while Shakti is passionately making love to him in his lap. They exist is cosmic union while she allows all of the world’s feeling and energy to channel through her and acts it out in a divine dance of all that there is to feel and be. Despite this, Shiva is unaffected and cuts through her chaos with his masculine presence, allowing, and indeed further engendering, her beautiful wildness.


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This is so beautiful.

Unreal….

– M