 Today is National Coming Out Day. This is typically a day where someone that is gay/lesbian/bisexual/transgender and has been hiding it from others tells someone, or makes an announcement like on Facebook. Today a lot of us know someone who fits that description and we either celebrate it, don’t care, don’t want to think about it, or ignore it. I’d like to put a little bit of a spin on it though…
I’d like to come out today and say I’ve had an enlightenment experience. One of those experiences that you read about in books, or hear from some guru or spiritual teacher. I’ve actually had an entire experience where I not only felt but knew that every particle of my being was in every thing else. Where I knew what the trees felt and heard them speak, where I understood how I and the rest of us came to be and how none of us really understood that our only “job” to do here was to recapture that feeling.
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 As you can see in this picture I always wanted to be the knight in shining armor. Or the sheriff, Han Solo or any other dashing hero. I protected people for as long as I could remember. At a young age I was opening doors for women, holding my mom when she cried late at night, sticking up for people at school and so forth and so on. I took this into my adult years and though I didn’t always feel like I lived up to it perpetually attempted to be the “white knight.”
We often talk about the “Divine Masculine” being that man that steps up to protect women, to be kind and loving and never let them hurt or be hurt. It’s the same concept as the “Knight in shining armor” or “the white knight” concept and the two seem to have become interwoven as we open up to the idea of different energies within us all. I lived up those concepts in many of my relationships and when I didn’t I chastised myself for it. Many a picture circulates on Facebook these days with men with long hair and good builds being dubbed as “The Divine Masculine” for all others to model. I wanted to be that, be that type of man until one day I figured out that the type of man that is… is not doing women or anyone else a favor.  I know many might rage against this but the most beautiful thing my mother ever gave me was the gift of her death. When you strip away the lies, the fears, the logic and all else that we let blind us. When we lift the veils and begin to remember our true selves, our true existence, the reasons we came here, the experiences we wanted, the depths of the human experience we wanted to explore we realize what all of this is about.  Some of your past stories need to be retold
especially of the beast and the bold For the ones in armor, were not the ones that held you dear but the winged ones that you were told to fear The golden light once told that we sat upon, only comes from within you this treasure we did not seek to keep, greed was your only thought It was always held deep, deep down in the dark within and not outside you those were the false tales that you all once sought  Thump thump thump, is it the beat of my heart
that I hear or the flap of a wing that draws near I call to the great ones to surround me and find them all around as I crash into the sea They take me down through the waves past the crust past the graves I see the faces of the ones I once knew when I was a Caller in the land of MU |
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