Fall 2024 Collective Insight: Commitment, Integrity, Co-creation
On the mystical path, when we seek out divine relationship I think we subconsciously look for a paternal figure and at the very least a hint of parenting. The masculine Godhead. Daddy God.
The masculine aspect of divinity is spirit unbound, unconcerned. Unable to be concerned, maybe, with earthly woes and material pursuits.
This is why moments of connection with it are unbearably overwhelming. Arjuna weeps and begs Krishna, no more. Such an encounter is beyond breath, beyond body, beyond being. It’s terrifying because even if its a moment its death of all we comprehend and understand our world, our existence, to be.
The mother, the feminine aspect of spirit, is that unbound entity within the material universe. Energy is material, so I don’t only mean earthbound here. Ghosts, celestials, ancestral trauma are all infused with the feminine as much as grass, alligators, donuts, laptops, stars, galaxies. No less powerful, she merely works within the parameters of material existence, where (almost) anything is possible.
The feminine Godhead is simply more… directed.
And when we are looking for guidance, I think we are really looking for her.
She is not a parent. She is a partner.
She is who we discover our cosmic power through - and let’s be very clear — all beings possess power, or at least the capacity for it. Someone might be better practiced, but no one is better powered.
So that there is the crux of it: what practice do you commit to?
If we ask any master of their craft how they got to where they are, the answer is always the same.
They do it over and over, again and again, thoughtfully. They commit to the maintenance of their meaningful practice.
When we intentionally practice, when we commit to the maintaining of our work, we CO-CREATE with the divine. Working with the machine of our material being infused with the potential of our spirit being creates the life we desire to live. And this, I believe, is the divine relationship our world is ready for, is trying for, is fighting for, is in desperate need of.
To beg for a long list of things you want like a kid asking Santa for presents when you communicate with Spirit is throwing your power away. You’re assuming you’re incapable of granting those potentialities to yourself.
Sometimes that’s easier, I get it. Sometimes the work feels daunting. It will ask a lot of you. You will never be the same.
But this is the work we were born to do.
We play and dance and commingle and get muddy with that cosmic pulse within and around us, and that's how we get to where we are trying to go.
So you want to *m*a*n*i*f*e*s*t* and someone told you something about pouring water into a different cup, or writing out your desires under a full moon? Cool. Do that, because embodying your desires is important but you are kidding yourself if you really believe that’s all you gotta do. That keeps you in a loop of useless, fragmented motions.
Effort, work, and clarity of action is required, to be repeated again and again until the process and the goal become one - we build through the paths we walk every day our lives and what they are filled with. Action is the language of the material universe.
Structural and societal limitations play a huge role in possibilities. You’re not super capable because you’re white and born in the Western world and pretty and have parental wealth at your disposal. You just won the genetic lottery. This means we must give a shit about our neighbors, and our global community. I don’t know when we’ll finally learn that our liberation is bound in each other’s? That when one person is oppressed, we all are?
Imagine what we could practice and create together. What we could re-pattern, what we could promise to the generations who follow.
So maybe for this season it’s worth contemplating -
Commitment: What do we commit our moments to each day, and how mindful are we of that process?
Co-creation: Are we clear on what we’re building, on what we’re trying to build?
Community: Can we come together and find more than we ever imagined on our own?