O man, hear me!

I wish here to address the men and the boys out there as well as the generalised unripe masculinity that seems to have infected certain militant sisters as well.

O man, look at what our hatred and violence is doing to this world!
Is it not our desperate grasping for power and our drunkenness with that power?
Is our violence not a knee-jerk reaction to the fear of -what? Death ? That vagina? That womb?

Is it our mental compart-mentalisation (sorry) , our desire to be finished, to be finally and for good f**ked and gone, absorbed into Her?
Our desire to finalise, to close , to be in total control of all this mess?
To really know what's going on here, and to make sure there is nothing out of order?
Our adolescent urge to smash things to pieces, to tell them all what's what-
We won't take any shit from any f**ker, sure yeah because we're number one!

What are we afraid of? Ourselves as hooligans, cops, murderers, rapists, terrorists, mindf**kers, child beaters, powermongers, nazis?
What's with all this f**king this and f**king that?
We have reduced love to this grasping the woman to possess her, restrain her, hurt her.
And so with our spirits. We are the "warriors" who will go to defeat the evil....And then there were none!

What do we know of love , of suffering, of being weak , vulnerable and helpless?
What do we know about being penetrated?
Are we jealous of THAT orgasm, that ecstasy that supposedly we cannot have?

Aren't we just dickheads really ? Going after pussy like puppies ? Tongues out, drooling?
Watch us all getting all stiff , watch those eyes narrow, when another guy attracts the attention of "our" woman!

We are so smart and strong that we never remember that there is always someone stronger, and smarter, and faster.
We like fighting because we really want to be losers!

We like thinking about things because this helps us feel in control. We think we are rational , we have the minds, such monkeys we are in the face of that telempathic intelligence some of us have had the chance to witness...An intelligence whose sheer brilliance and inherent living organisation makes our lego-land anal-yses melt into an amorphous and dead blob in comparison.

We are so afraid of living "chaos", we have to turn it into a dead object. Some of us even turn it into a business!
Our little monkey minds can't grasp that black hole, that open-ended shapeshifting feminine interllect of psychic vision and deep compassion .

"We can find new ways to move you"

I see the cultures of all the "powerful" countries and many Islamic states as the current exaggeration of this immature masculinity. Is it unusual that the bully boys eventually gang up against each other?
On a smaller scale this can be seen in all struggles for power and dominion, down to most "anarchist" and other supposedly libertarian movements. There is always a chief in there somewhere, an alpha primate ready and willing to take over, and others ready and willing to follow him or oppose him.
Is it much different from boys' games at the age of 10?

I am a man.
What i am calling for is the refinement of masculine energy.
This involves- awakening to our emotions and their expression.
This involves -balancing power with love, force with weakness, fire with water;
This involves-having at least a clue of what it is to be woman.
This involves -making women feel like real women.
This involves- allowing ourselves to be soft as a feather and hard as a shaft!
This involves- coming to terms with our darkness.
And this involves - going inside ourselves where masculine and feminine are one.

It is said that most men have a feminine soul and most women a masculine one.
And that often we unconsciously project our own soul onto another person out there and "fall" in love with it.
This seems to lead to misunderstandings quite often.
So it may be that we rarely meet women as themselves , as we rarely are ourselves as whole men .

The "new man" of the "new age" scene appears sometimes to me as this pathetic , spineless and hypocritical non-person that lacks vitality, lacks vigour , like a coward who hates himself. He has no notion of grit or sense of humour and can often be seen at parties unable to dance and being extremely boring .
That is not the men i am calling us to be.

I am calling us to come to terms with our male energy, our sexuality , to balance it and transform it.
This energy is what makes us dangerous and frightening when it is not refined, or worked with in any way.
To come to terms with our mental games of division, control and categorisation.

I am calling us to relate to women more consciously, more sensitively and more powerfully.
i am calling us to be at least aware of our monkey games.
i am calling us to talk to each other, share our personal griefs and fears , to not be afraid to show weakness to each other, or lose face.
I am calling us to not turn into rigid and cold caricatures of human beings , each running their own charade of man-in-charge.
Clint Eastwood characteurs with a foot in the grave!

I am calling us to loosen up and get down!

 

 

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