Apologies to the Sacred Masculine

I loved this.So Im sharing it. Apologies to all Men,for all the pain and confusion we have inadvertedly caused them and keep causing them,as we are on our path to fulfillment and true union of the souls

APOLOGIES TO THE SACRED MASCULINE  

I apologize for those moments when I couldn’t see beyond my projections to your true nature. With so much relational trauma in the rear view mirror, I couldn’t distinguish the heartless from the benevolent warrior. With my lens blurred by unhealed emotions, I was unable to see you in your wholeness. I unknowingly projected my negative expectations without recognizing those moments when you were moving from love. Please forgive me my projections, and know that below my pain was a heart that genuinely longed to merge with yours. 

I apologize for pushing you to open your heart when you weren’t ready. I longed to be met in my openness, and I couldn’t bear the disconnect between us. I am nourished by direct communication, and I took your silence personally. I didn’t understand the relationship between your detachment and your warrior conditioning. I do see this now. From the beginning, you have been cast in the role of warrior protector and your emotional armour was fundamental to your task. Without it, you would not have been able to remain vigilant on the battlefield, nor succeed in the competitive marketplace. As our world moves away from survivalism as a way of being, I am hopeful that you will feel safe enough to live from an open heart. Such beautiful light comes through that opening. 

I apologize for not always seeing your limitations and struggles. There were times when I could not see past my expectations and fantasies. I had grown up with a fairy tale of a great knight that would save me, and I clung to that vision, preferring the perfection projection to the reality of humanness. As a result, I didn’t always see how much stress you carried, how difficult things were, how hard it was to hold it all together. Of course, we perpetuated the projection together- you hid your humanness from view while I chose not to look for it. I look forward to the day when our relationships are not predicated on illusions, but on a deep recognition of each other’s authenticity. 

I apologize for giving you mixed messages about how I wanted you to manifest. At times, I wanted you to be soft and tender. At other times, dominant and protective. How confusing this must have been for you, how challenging to go back and forth between such differing feeling states. It has been so confusing for all of us, trying to straddle the line between our needs for both safety and vulnerability. One day, the perversions of polarity will fall away and we will arrive at a sacred balance between all healthy ways of being. Women will feel safe to assert their voice and embody their wholeness, and men will feel equally safe disarming and speaking from their vulnerability. On the rivers of essence, everything flows in the same direction- towards the ocean of wholeness.

I apologize for being passive aggressive towards you. I was not taught to express anger directly, and I was frightened of your aggressiveness. I know that you have had similar challenges with experiencing your sadness and releasing your tears. In the world we are moving towards, I am hopeful that both genders will have seamless access to all emotional states and healthy forms of expression. 

I am sorry that I expected you to fill my emptiness, when the only one who can fill it is me. I have often looked for answers in relationship, somehow imagining that another could complete me. After so many centuries of disempowerment, I didn’t realize that I had the tools for my own self-creation. But I am recognizing it now. Where before we met as two fragmented beings, we will soon meet as two whole beings- each of us healthily boundaried, well-integrated and intrinsically complete. Two soulitudes.

I am grateful for all those moments when you held me safe and operated within the heart of compassion. The backlash of recent decades was a necessary response to generations of suffering, but many of your contributions got lost in the shuffle. In my efforts to find my voice and stand my ground, I have not always given credit where it is due. I encourage you to re-claim anything you have lost along the way, and to proudly embody the sacred masculine as you once did. I apologize for those moments when I discouraged your power. I could not distinguish it from its historical misuses. 

I am grateful for the many positive contributions you have made to my reality. I realize that you often communicated your love for me and the village with deeds, not words. I thank you for helping to construct the structures that my expansion relies upon. I thank you for labouring long and hard to establish rule of law. I honour the warrior spirit that built the railroads, the cities, the bridges that bring us into contact with one another. I honour those warriors who fought and died on battlefields in an effort to protect us. You have sacrificed so much in order to hold us safe. Praise to those benevolent warriors who came before.



May we never forget the relational and co-transformative nature of human expansion. Although the ultimate romance is with your own soul, it is our experiences together that give birth to the essential lessons. We are each here to participate in this dance of sacred imagination, stepping on each other’s toes and turning each other toward God one clumsy step after another. We trip, and then we get back up with greater awareness. With this in heart, I am hopeful that we can learn to accept one another in our humanness. We are going to continue to make mistakes, but there is grace in that if we see our errors through to the lessons they contain. 

I look forward to the day when we can meet one another in our true nakedness, stripped free of unresolved emotions, pain-induced projections, the distortions of duality. For too long we have been on opposite sides of the river, the bridge between our hearts washed away by a flood of pain. But the time has come to construct a new bridge, one that comes into being with each step we take, one that is fortified with benevolent intentions and authentic self-revealing. As we walk toward one another, our emotional armour falls to the ground, transforming into the light at its source. And when we are ready, we walk right into the Godself at the centre of the bridge, puzzled that we ever imagined ourselves separate. 

 Those who have received your blessings may not always acknowledge it, but your acts of love have landed within us, growing us stronger and infusing us with love’s light. Rest dear warrior, rest. I hold your heart safe. 

© Jeff Brown, 2011 (Author of ‘Soulshaping- A Journey of Self-Creation’;www.soulshaping.com)

Having fun in the playground

Guys,I know nothing about God,but this much I believe I do know: you are so special to God,that when God created this whole universe,He had YOU in mind,you,personally you,and He was rejoicing in YOU,in anticipation to good old boring you coming into this world,He was rejoicing in everything new that you would be bringing into this world,the good and the bad,all this that is you,unrepeatable ever after in the whole creation...God would destroy and sacrifice the whole earth for your sake,if necessary,no,its not the other way round,its the creation that was put here for your sake,this whole physical world..You are that priceless to God

The whole creation was meant to be your playground with your physical body as the body of armour you were epuipped with to survive in the game and have fun with and in it. Do not get so lost in the game that you believe the playground,the game,your body of armour is more important than YOU.Please dont forget that,you are not just your average guy You are infinitely special to God,infinitely more important than the entire physical creation around you and so is every other soul in human form on this planet.


Stop beating up yourself for not "making" it in the game,for not being a better player,for messing up. Its only a f@cking game,relax! It was put there for you to learn and enjoy.You are suffering? Good,all part of the game,you re still learning. Dont like suffering? Well,too bad.There are only two options: you accept it and go on with the game trying to get to a better place if you wish, or you exit. But why exit when theres still so much fun to be had? the game goes on!

You envy better players?Good,go on playing,try to be better yourself! They are out there to get you,you said? Oh,poor,poor you! Of course they are,its part of the game,stupid! If you dont like your co-players,go find others,hopefully more cooperative ones,this whole playground is swarming in them. Or you can just sit still ,complain and whine about the game.Thats an option too,of course. But you'd think you had better things to do by now. I mean,you are in the game for a while now.

Oh,you said you didnt choose to be in the game in the first place? What nonsense,its like the character you create in a game turning up to you and complaining they didnt choose to be created. Dont you get it? You and that character are one and the same guy,exept you keep forgetting because the game is so real .Now go play.Have some fun,have a hard time,keep learning. And please share your tips with me,because this f@cking game is driving me crazy all the time,I just cant get the knack of it!

                                                               


                                                             Love,peace and game fun
                                                                             
                                                                                Eirini

How to spot fake profiles,fake identities and murky people on Facebook

This is a rather hasty but valuable  compilation of stuff I found online on the subject,along with my personal take on it.

Back in a more innocent age, a Facebook friend bore at least some resemblance to an actual friend: They were real people with real identities with whom one had some connection in real life. But the online "friends" who populate Facebook are increasingly not who they say they are. Indeed, some are not even real human beings, but merely malevolent online creations.

Facebook has distinguished itself from competing social networks by requiring that members use their actual identities, a stipulation that has created both an aura of intense connection and a sense of safety, helping Facebook to grow into a $50-billion behemoth with 550 million members. 

In Facebook, things are not all as it seems: there are people who are under false names, pictures, interests and even friends. You look at their profile and think “something here does not fit.” These characters seek to trick legitimate users the purpose of sending unsolicited advertising, steal personal information or engage in various scams.

Why would people create fake facebook profiles?

• Shallow relationships: "lovers" testing and teasing each others, teasing by fake comments of fake profiles, testing each other by fake flirts or  msgs!
• Monitoring: monitoring people (students, employees ... ) lives by fake personalities!
• Business: forcing some business to grow by making it popular through many profiles!
• Revenge: broken people creating humiliating fake profiles for those who hurt them!
• Psychos: males creating profiles for females and vice versa.
• Stalkers: people who know you from real life and they believe online communication offers more opportunities to interact with you
• Some people are just sick: stupid pointless people like to fool around!
• Professionals: if you belong to an activist or extreme or otherwise deemed 'dangerous' group,there will most likely be professionally hired people to gather information about the activity of both your specific group and you individually

Tips for Identifying Fake Online Profiles:1. Be wary if the profile describes a personality that complements your own or is too good to be true. Often, imposters will create interests and activities that mirror your own in order to start a conversation.2/ Determine whether any of your "mutual friends" have actually met your newest online acquaintance in person.3/Use search engines to do a quick background check on the name and basic information used in a profile.4/Peruse posted pictures and albums carefully. A real person will often have pictures with friends and family, who will have tagged and commented on photos. By contrast, most of the fake profiles have only one or two photos.The images are of poor quality, without descriptions, tags and comments.Or they might be generic./Don't be tricked if your friend has multiple people who vouch for him or her online. One person can easily make multiple accounts to make it appear as if there is a support network of family and friends.6/Imposters will often try to interact with your own friends and family members to create a broader sense of familiarity and build up a broader network of trust.7/If birthday is 01/01 (no offense real ones LOL but because it's the fastest choice)! 8/ Info profile is too short not equipped with a category. For example do not mention the school name etc

Here's a very good indication:


A fake profile of Facebook user that is a stalker aimed specifically at you will actively seek you out, sending friend request though there are no common friends,will keep liking everything you post,almost obsessively, and keep posting messages on your wall


Fake profiles and stalkers are easily spotted,at least that is my experience. It's murky people serving murky purposes that are more difficult to identify. Eventually,though,after some initial probing,especially if you go by your gut feeling,they reveal their true colors.Plus, when they do realise you saw through them they obligingly take to greener and more naive pastures,or they just start lurking.My policy:Fearlessness. THEY should be afraid of me,not the other way round. I show my true colors,they dont,so all their interactions are based on fear of being revealed for what they are,which is quite of a stess-generator! I get to have fun,they get to have stress.Sounds fine by me! No need to report them,they get what they deserve! Everyone does in the end.

                                                     Love,peace and understanding


                                                                Eirini

The love story of the horse and the poplar

This is a beautiful love story that I translated from a Greek story I found in the below link. Enjoy.

Η ιστορια στα ελληνικα εδω

Once upon a time there was a tall,beautiful poplar tree in the middle of a  large meadow. 


 She was graceful,her folliage laden with silver.But who would have thought that she was an unhappy poplar.As far as your eyes could see there was no other tree in sight." I am so lonely, without any friends, without anyone to exchange a few words with" she reflected and continued:"When people are lonely, then compare themselves to the reeds in the plain, but it should rather be said that they are like me, like a poplar in the prairie."


These and other similar thoughts had been crossing the poplar's mind. For she really was lonely and miserable.A small consolation was of course the birds.The opportunities, however, to speak to them were few and far between.All day they would flutter back and forth and only came to her branches to sing or sleep.Not that they would undertsand her language anyway, because it's not that easy for anyone to learn the language of trees.As for the crickets, they were either sleeping or singing all day long.

So months and years passed and the world seemed drab to the poplar. Until one day,when life began to smile upon her.

It was a glorious autumn day,a glorious sun shining upon the meadow after the early morning rain.
Freshly washed by the rain ,the poplar's leaves  were shining like pure silver.
She suddenly saw a horse descending the hills around her meadow.
White as snow. So proud a horse she had never seen in her life.
She just stood there admiring his trotting while his mane was rythmically swaying in the wind.


Soon she could also discern a middle aged man holding the horse's reins.
''That's probably his owner" she thought. Then she realised that he was the  farmer who had bought the nearby plot."That horse is supposed to be working here for the farmer.Who would have thought that  company would come in the form of a beautiful horse''. But the horse did not even look at her. At first because it simply never crossed his  mind to hang out with a tree.Besides he was not that fond of trees anyway, as he was often tied to their trunk, while he would prefer to gallop freely in the plains and mountains. Plus he never thought that a tree could either talk or keep one company.

A few days passed but the horse paid no heed to the poplar.She tried several times to talk to him but he did not seem to understand..But soon loneliness began to creep upon the horse as well. After he was done with his chores he spent too many hours tied to the poplar's trunk.One afternoon he lifted his head up and observed the poplar in all her glory for the first time.


''Good God!What a beauty! ''he exclaimed ''And look at those leaves,glistening like pure silver!! But how  miserable she must be here all alone in the meadow ",he whispered  and as he gazed upon her.
''-Oh, thank you  for realising what it's like,'' he heard  a fine melodious voice emerging from the folliage of  the poplar .The horse could  not believe his ears. Really, it was the  poplar talking to him.''So you are a talking tree''? he asked inquiringly. The poplar, happy now because he could hear her at last,replied:
-''Everything on earth has its own language .You can keep studying languages ​​to learn how to communicate. But in order for anyone to understand the language of any living thing,you have to pay attention to it when it is trying to talk to you''.


From that day on the horse became friends with the poplar. He could hardly wait for the time that the farmer summoned him to work in the field. He was so looking forward to find himself next to the poplar.And the poplar hardly slept a wink each night,counting the minutes until she could see the horse descending  from the hills beyond. 
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They would spent endless hours talking. He told her a lot of things about other animals,he spoke of the world behind the hills. And he even told her that he loved  nothing more on earth than to gallop as a free horse in the plains and mountains.And that he was fortunate to have an owner that was kind to animals. She could not get enough of his stories.She in turn told him about the pleasure of hearing the birds singing,of the joy of silently contemplating about life under the stars at night,of the pleasure of swinging rythmically to the gentle breezes.
She was no longer lonely and the horse felt lonely only when he was away from her, although he did not lack company in the farmhouse of his owner.

But one morning the horse did not show up. Nor the next day or the day after that.. Then she realized that work was over and done with in the nearby plot and that the horse would not come back to her.''He is soon going to forget all about me", she thought with a heavy heart.

But the horse kept thinking about her throughout the days while he was working in other plots and throughout the nights when he was tied  to the the door of the farmhouse."Oh, the poplar will  assume I have forgotten her"he thought to himseld and his eyes misted with grief. He stopped talking to other animals,he even lost his appetite.Now he realized the true depth of his feelings for the poplar.And how he wished he were allowed to send a message,to tell her that he had not forgotten........


Days, nights, weeks rolled by, then winter came. One night standing outside the farmhouse in the bitter cold,realizing that the bitterness in his heart was even more unbearable, the horse  took the big decision:"I can not stand it any longer,I am breaking loose. My poplar needs me and I need her too". He was strong and the rope gave in easily and he started galloping frantically towards the meadow.There was a huge,round moon in the winter sky guiding his way.Fast as the wind he came to her,calling her name. He stood on his hind legs trying to kiss her. She in her turn tried hard  to bend her trunk to reach down and kiss him.But the trunk came close to breaking. They couldn't make it. Maybe next time ...


As  the horse lay down by her trunk  she shook her branches and threw as many of her leaves that were left on her in an attempt to cover him and keep him warm. At that moment they heard a mocking hoarse voice above  them:''
''Look at that spectacle. Go figure. A horse loving a poplar. That's a good laugh'' ...They lifted their eyes and saw a black ugly cloud passing by.-'I'll run to tell the news to the other clouds behind the hills so that we can laugh to our hearts content.''


The poplar sank into silence.The words of  the black cloud were still  ringing in her ears and almost stole the joy of their reunion.The white horse, reading her thoughts immediately replied:.''My sweet poplar, do not worry. There will always be black clouds who instead of  trying to find happiness for themselves,will be  looking for ways  to spoil the happiness of others.Do not doubt for a moment that we are the most suited couple, perhaps in the whole wide world.''

''You're right horse'' they heard a warm voice above them. ''Thousands of years traveling upon the earth from side to side I have seen a lot,believe me. But it's the first time I have seen a love so beautiful''. It was the  perfectly round moon  who had silently slipped  from the sky and stood over them while bathing them with her silver light.


Then the horse thought of the farmhouse and his owner.But he could not find it in his heart to leave her alone again.His owner,though, was not about to give up on such a valuable horse so easily.So he kept searching for it. Except it never occured to him to look for it by the poplar's side.But of course that telltale of a cloud saw to that and dropped a few of his rain drops above the farm. So the secret was learned first by the flowers in the garden .Then  the secret reached the ears of  the farmer's wife, who knew the language of flowers because she loved them.And she in turn told her husband.. He immediately ran to the meadow to bring his property back.


But the horse had decided to stay with the poplar forever, so when he  saw his owner descending from the hills, he took to the mountains. The farmer realised what was amiss  and decided to cut down the tree that kept his horse away from him. So he got out his saw and started sawing the trunk.He was surprised however to hear deep sighs emanating from the tree .  ''Those who claim that trees have a soul are right " he thought to himself. "And why not? My wife does speaks to flowers after all ."


He stopped sawing and asked:-"'Tell me,am I hurting you,is that why you are sighing?''-''Yes'', she replied, 'it hurts a lot,but that is not why I am sighing. I am thinking of the pain my beloved horse will go through when he comes back and finds me dead''.
-''What a beautiful love this is''! whispered the farmer.''How can I ruin it?? Tell the horse when he gets back, that from now on he is free . This is my gift to your love''.And before the poplar had  time enough to thank him, he was off on his way back to tell his wife of this wonderful and strange story.


When  the horse returned and learned about the news, he started dancing like mad for joy .Then the horse asked the poplar: "Would you like to walk with me?''  "Walk-me? I am a tree. Have you forgotten that my  horse? Trees remain rooted in the same place for ever''. ''That's because none of the ever tried'' replied the horse. ''Why dont you become the first tree ever to do that?'' And so it happened. It was wonderful that night that the poplar walked proudly next to the white horse, under the perfectly round moon.Yes, there it was their friend the moon, who did her best to become brighter  for their sake that night


''I brought you a gift ,'' told them the moon .''I will sprinkle you with some magic dust and you will become of the same kind.You will no longer be different. And so you will be free to relish your love without any obstacles and problems.You choose: Would you like to live the rest of your lives like horses or like poplars?''And then as is always the case with two lovers so deeply in love as they were,they replied in one voice, as if they had read each other's thoughts:-''Thank you  moon for your gift, but we prefer to stay the way we are.We are perfectly happy as it is. Our love does not need your magic dust''.
-''I '',said  the poplar, ''know how much  horses like to run free, galloping away to their heart's content. It would be a shame to make a poplar of him,he would miss his former life so terribly. ''And I'',said the horse ''know how much my poplar loves swaying to the breeze under the stars.Yes,we 'd like to stay the way we are. I will always be coming back to you, my precious poplar,no matter how far away I go''

Before he could finish his words, the horse felt his feet growing taller and taller. And the poplar bent for the first time without any pain in her trunk.So they were able to have their first kiss ...enthusiastically applauded by the moon ...And that was the only night ever that the moon forgot to continue her journey through the horizon... ...

                                                 
                                                  Love,peace and happy endings
                                                                      Eirini