Feminine Desire, Devotion and Sacred Love

THE FEMININE: She who pertains not just to woman's body, or the personal fabric of our inner psycho-erotic landscape, but she who is the primordial pulse of creation that forms the natural world.

I remember when I was in my 20's, living in Brazil, I did Ayahuasca for the 1st time. It was just me and a rouge shaman at the edge of bewildering never ending natural park. I spent the night awake, observing how everything was fucking. Life, the perpetual orgy of creation. Everything making out with everything else.

Bushes were making love, the clouds and the mountains were fucking. Existence was unfolding in an eternal fuck fest.

The feminine is pro-creational, relational, Inter-woven matrix of mycelium, barely visible to the naked eye silk threads. The birds and the sun, the water and the mammals, everything is secretly existing for the other.

What the Dance of Creation Is Really Telling Us

This dance of creation is a never ending primal love song. I'll do this for you so that your life can be richer. I'll give my waters, flesh, blood and bone for the act of your living. And on and on it goes the gift of perpetual giving.

Maybe this kind of primal service is the deepest embodied love. Or devotion as some may say.

Even the sacrifice of life to the predator. That too is service to the whole. It's all part of the tapestry. Life wants to gift, feed and procreate. Life, death and fuck.

There, in HER, is the deepest relational intelligence that us numbed out disconnected humans are only just beginning to awake to.

Why Desire Comes Before Devotion

In this dance of creational fucking, is the current of desire. The desire of life to feel itself, to know itself, to be touched, drank from, gorged upon.

Wanting is the most primal of devotional expressions of the natural world. And yet in culture devotion is placed higher than desire, maybe more paleatable, godly. But without desire there would be no devotion.

How can you give yourself over to something you don't really want? Maybe the unowned desire is what creates for co-dependency and toxic cycles. The unhealed, unintegrated desire seeking to be seen.

The hungry urge of the feral body to want what it wants, is just as holy as the self sacrificing angelic love of the spirit. Can you really give yourself in devotion to something you don't really want.

That without desire anchored in the body devotion remains untethered to this earthly body. We remain adrift from the soul, placing god somewhere outside of our bodies again.

Desire connects the root to the crown of devotion.

Eros, Timing and the Relational Nature of Wanting

But to want something you also have to learn what it wants. You cannot want something from your own agenda. The birds want the sun and they must wait till he rises and till he falls to sing to him. Maybe if they were to sing to him before he were ready he wouldn't rise. And without the joyous sorrow of his descent who knows if he would ever come back again.

Desire that is relational and creational is inherently devotional. It must learn of itself, be true to what is true and at the same time learn how to give the gift to the other in the way that feeds the ancient web.

Bees cannot take the pollen before the the flower is ripe. You cannot eat the fruit until it's had time to bathe in the season of a suns nutrient.

This is where desire and devotion require just the right timing. That in that moment is god, consciousness, telling us only now is the divine right time.

The feminine in all of us wants to merge with the orgasmic fuck fest of creation. Feminine desire is like this.

Why They Burnt the Witches

Maybe that's really why they burnt the witches. Her love too alluring, to consuming. The only way they could control their ungodly feral urges was to control her. Or try and kill her off. Because this feral force is somewhat irreverent to the rules and regulations. She wants what she wants and she wants it now.

She's so wild that she cannot exist with the confines we have encased upon her. Her force is like a psychedelic mushroom journey that breaks down the grey walls and brings life it's color.

Left untapped she is a train wreck. Left repressed she is the damming up of the river where the salmons run free.

The Art of Reclaiming Feminine Energy

How women wield feminine desire is a art form. The balance between the wilderness that tears through her, discernment and devotion, requires maturity. Coming home to feminine desire becomes an act of great mastery.

The path of feminine embodiment is this. The path of learning how to wield this ancient primal devotional pulse of creation in the body once again, not just for her own satisfaction but for the enactment of the the whole fucking orgy of creation.

Life wants to love and woman damning her desire is a disservice to the dance of creation. Without her desire the world looses the ancient pulse of magic.

Desire left stuffed and we miss the invitation to life. Left unhinged and we suffer the consequences, but owned and wielded through the open heart she is the invitation to the kind of creation we're all secretly yearning for.

Maybe woman have to go so far left then turn right to find the middle of feminine desire's ground. Maybe there is no right or wrong just a perpetual experiment or finding what works and what doesn't.

Your Invitation from Kate

But one thing I know to be true is that if there is to be any change on this planet then SHE must run free again. Through the blood and veins of each woman who dares to set her free and through each man bold enough to behold her.