2.29.2008

Warrrior & the Sacred Masculine

Today, I wanted to share this post by laughingwolf. He talks about how he sees warrior and the scared masculine in this time and space.

Thank you, laughingwolf!

I'm out.
Old-faithful Wolf

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Embracing the "Sacred Masculine"

Bulletin By Warrior, Dreamer, Shaman ~John B.~

Centuries ago, and in many cultures, it is fair to say violence was a part of everyday existence.

It was a matter of life or death, and in many ways it may have been one of the most needed survival skills of all.

In the early times of man, violence was necessary for gathering food.

It was necessary for protecting oneself, and community, from animal attacks, and from enemy attacks.

It was a way of life in primitive cultures.

A means of survival.

However, there were some tribes and cultures that did very well at avoiding violence.

Nonetheless, it was a survival skill.

In the most primitive of forms of the word 'Warrior', long before the word Warrior was even coined or spoken, the definition of this archetypal man was:

"One who protects women, children, and community.
"One who places the safety of others in front of his own."

So, at one time, there was a certain noble aspect of being a warrior, it was a calling to service.

It was a thing of honor, duty, respect, and service to be a warrior.

In my belief system, there is no higher calling than to be of service to the community.

I believe the warrior served that role, brilliantly.

Unfortunately, as technology, religion, politics, and the ego self developed, warriors became soldiers... dominating and destroying in the service of tyrant kings, rulers, and dictators.

The word 'Warrior' then came to represent those who needed to dominate and destroy, in order to feel superior.

This was a cultural step backwards, and one that has continued on its path of wavering into and out of the darkness.

Our understanding of the word 'Warrior' is often given to the images of barbarianism, such as the great Vikings, and other cultures of fearless fighters.

However, in these cultures, the lacking element was of balance.

They were often the aggressors, and went into unprovoked battle.

Driven by the greed and power authorized to them by their rulers, many of these era of warriors raped and pillaged smaller, defenseless communities.

Thus, it became known being a 'Warrior' was not quite a noble position, but a power position.

The word 'Warrior' became synonymous with the word 'Barbarian'.

Make no mistake, this is far from the truth, and the true definition of the word 'Warrior' is one of honor and respect for all life.

The word 'Warrior' is truly in alignment with the "Sacred Masculine".

So, what is the sacred masculine, anyway?

I like the definition given below, by the Mankind project of L.A., from their website, as it refers to the sacred masculine for our times.


THE SACRED MASCULINE: In our culture, every era had its popular male traits.

The '50s man was aggressive, liked sports, never cried, and always provided for the family.

In the '90s, the "sensitive" man became popular, one who shared child care, was devoid of gender bias, and was in touch with his feminine side.

These popular visions of manhood, however, lose sight of both the life giving and protecting characteristics of men, and the destructive facets of manhood.

The "sacred masculine" acknowledges both aspects of a man's character.

It provides a model for men to generate, and maintain, their lives in such a way as to include, and yet rise above, life's issues and struggles, for the betterment of his life, his family, and his work, and thereby make the world a better place to live in.

Because we have had so little experience with this type of thinking, this can be a scary step into the unknown.

We live in a culture where violence and aggression are often glamorized by television, movies and other media.

We live in a culture where depicting women as only objects of sex is socially acceptable.

We live in a culture that often teaches us it is more important to "win" than to be true to yourself.

We live in a culture that enforces that stepping on the backs of others, along your road to the top, is a good thing.

We live in a culture where we are allowing our youth to be taught that being pimps, gangsters, thugs, drug dealers, and thieves, are not only acceptable, but allows a certain level of social status.

These are all the wrong messages for manhood, and yet, we as a culture, haven't quite figured out how to teach a better way.

Moving into a place of accepting your sacred masculine, and modeling that in the way you live, is a start in the right direction.

The industrial revolution really did a good job of removing fathers from a nurturing role.

In this shift, boys have lost their way, and fathers have lost their way, and the results are a society with the highest levels of incarceration ever known.

If we were to accept and teach our role as the sacred masculine, might we actually be teaching a sense of responsibility, duty, and honor?

Might we actually be teaching a way of life that enforces, we as men, have an actual "Mission in life"?

One of the common theories on why we struggle as a culture is, we men lack a sense of mission.

That we see our role as breadwinners, but it is so unfulfilling and shallow, we seek out other ways to find our sense of self... who we are.

Seeking to be seen as important and viable, we often seek unhealthy paths, because they seem so much more attainable than the healthy ones.

The sacred masculine is a step towards embracing all that you are, as a man:

Father, teacher, mentor, protector, and listener.

It is not about besting everyone who enters your vision, but about helping all that seek.

It is not about how many women you can bed, but about how deeply and beautifully you can love the woman you have chosen.

It is not about being weak, it is about allowing yourself to be vulnerable in order to access your true strength.

It is not about shaming others, it is about encouraging them to shine.

It is not about being violent, it is about knowing where to draw the line, as a protector, and when to step back, and allow words to be words.

It is about teaching strength, from the depth of your raw and unharnessed truth, and expressing all that you are with passion.

It is about HONORING... the beauty of the feminine, and not abusing it.

It is about recognizing your true role in society from a primitive standpoint, in our advanced culture.

Respecting all that is natural, and making the bold statement that:

"In this world, I am first just a man, and that is good enough."
~Warrior, Dreamer, Shaman...~John B.~

There are many paths into the sacred masculine, seek and you shall find one that fits.

There are many paths home to the truth of your heart, and all are correct.

Being a true "Warrior", in today's culture, means being a "Warrior of Peace".

It means teaching love and strength.

It means learning and teaching boundaries... and respect.

It means being of service to a higher sense of humanity, and doing the small things that matter.

Especially when nobody is watching.

(And someone is always watching...lol)

"The standards you set today, will long be remembered... in the hearts of those you have touched." Warrior, Dreamer, Shaman...~John B.~

Peace To All

2.12.2008

Owning the Basket

In my ManKind Project weekly iGroup, I work on owning my actions and intentions, and then looking at how they played out; did it work for me or not. I look at the shadow intention behind what I did or didn't do; what was at work that I was not conscious of at the time...and how that played out. In that light, I have a story to tell.

Over the last three years, I have biked to work all but a handful of days. I ride about three miles one-way. I have a basket attached to the bike rack on the back so that I can carry my bag or lunch or whatever. The basket hangs off the left side of the bike rack.

Over this entire time, the basket has moved forward about a half-inch and sometime hits the heel of my left foot when I peddle by. Now this is a bit annoying at times, so I kick it back and I say to myself "I really need to fix that dang basket." For three years I have been saying this to myself.

Last week, my wife borrowed my bike to ride to her ballet class. Now she knows that the basket hits her foot sometimes; she knows how to give it "the kick." So she gets on and rides off at a pretty good clip; she loves her ballet and rides fast as a general rule. About a block away her shoe starts clipping the basket...she looks down to see that the basket needs "the kick"...so she kicks it...looks down and kicks a couple more times...and is pitched off the bike onto her left side.

She lands with all her weight collected on her left shoulder and side, down her left hip and thigh, and slammed her helmeted head on the ground. She lays there for a moment and a women jogs up and helps her by running back to my house to get me.

To make a long story shorter, we spend the next four hours in the ER...broken left elbow, deep thigh and hip bruise, broken upper left rib; no head injury (if you think you can ride without a helmet, IMJ, you are an selfish statistic waiting to happen).

So for the next week, I am mostly home during the busiest time of my job taking care of her and my two girls.

I feel sadness and shame that I did not take care of this. I own that I put this off because "I don't have the time right now." The shadow is that I don't take care of myself, first. If I had, I would have moved the basket further back and secured it better three years ago; my best friend would not have been hurt (and still hurting). I own that the basket is a reminder of how I let other things get in front of taking care of me.

I hope you never have to run down a bike path and see your best-friend, your dream-come-true, your wife, your children's mother, crumbled up on a bike path, crying and really hurt. I hope you take care of "the basket."

The sadness is deep and painful. My actions have consequences...pain is powerful one. I feel sorry that my actions hurt my best friend.

I am sorry, dear friend.

I'm out.
Old-faithful Wolf