THE DARKER TONES OF FEMININE EROS

As women.....especially as "empowered" women, we are rewarded by our culture for being "powerful" and for being "leaders".  

We see before us the celebrated "rising of the Feminine".  

And while I both understand its socio-political context and historical significance, it is nonetheless energetically inaccurate. 

The Feminine does not rise....the erected Masculine aspect within her does. 

The Feminine soul grows downward ~ her power is in the Below.

It is here, in this dark and sultry river beneath the river where Feminine Eros is set shamelessly, wildly free. 

It is here in the innermost chambers of our misunderstood Feminine nature that our erotic appetite quietly pulses, nearly unbearable to our modern, cultured and (OOOOHCHILD) arrogant ego.

When the electric tension between our sex and our ego outruns the voltage capacity of our system we do what all women (and men, too -- although differently): we shove the aspects of our Eros that we can't bear into the shadow. 

Here it festers....its energetic contortions and contamination outpictured as "the ball buster", the smiling false-light cookie cutter with her "Boss Babe" mug who emerged from the Industrialized Goddess System, women who control men with distorted although seemingly evidenced narratives of the "unexamined brutality of the male libido" (NY Times, I kid you not) or with such sweet manipulative "topping from the bottom" moves that it takes some men months, if not years and a marriage or 2 to understand the energetic con-job.

Voila! 

We now have the deeper energetic architecture of our erotic desires "safely" compressed and contorted into the shadow, "safely" out of sight and awareness.  

But then .we come upon a snafu in the tidy arrangement: we spy women with a certain frequency of deep, dark, succulent Feminine potency.; women who are in molten gold approval of their appetite to know every millimeter of their turn-on ....just....because....she....likes....it. 

We watch these women out of the corner of our eye....repulsion and condemnation (the low hanging fruits of Shadow) laced with an inconvenient little jagged edged green sliver of....jealousy. 

She has the distasteful gall to dangle her taste for submission for all the world to see....down on her knees, lowly washing the feet of an imperfect mortal man. Her mastery may only be discerned by a select few (the Feminine Beings who are CHOSEN by the Gods for this particular path of Feminine Awakening) in understanding the difference between synthetically puffing up his ego vs offering her devotion to the God that dwells within Him. 

"This is not ok!"

“This will set Feminism back 60 years!”

“You are in bed with the patriarchy!" 

"You are not being responsible for your influence...you have a platform!”

And still, ever more deeply into the inky darkness of her Desire  she blindly descends, knowing that he can take her more deeply than she could ever take herself. 

Every month her bank account, her sex, and her besotted love bear the marks of wettened, fattened atomic pulses of thrill. 

This is where the sticky bewitching magic of a woman who is in utter, shameless approval of the FULLNESS of her Eros ~  becomes very interesting. 

Because a woman who won't allow "external validation" to stop her from submitting to the deeper, darker tones of her Eros becomes un-shame-able. 

And an un-shame-able women embodying her full Feminine Eros is the most potent Creatrix who walks upon our planet. 

Feminine Eros is a sublime, monstrous thing.

It is terrible news for the Feminine Ego, 

and it holds the skeleton key to the wildest dreams you’ve never had.