The feminine does not only receive. The masculine does not only penetrate.
The feminine does not only receive.
The masculine does not only penetrate.
She also expresses herself into him.
Both consensually and loving.
And non-consensually and violating.
Yes, she is also capable of this.
The feminine penetrates the world, penetrates the masculine, penetrates life through her expression.
Through the heart.
Through the emotional field.
She is much more powerful in this domain than him.
When it is consensual, her expression is like the sweetest radiant nectar.
It penetrates his heart in the same way that warm sunlight pouring through the window on a cool Autumn morning does.
Her tears, her laugh, her moan… all of them enter him.
Deeply.
And the energy it brings is nourishment to his soul.
When her expression is nonconsensual, or corrupted by distorted meaning making…
The emotional intensity and force with which it hits him…
… is like a punch directly in his soul.
When her stories take precedence over her feelings, she pushes both into him.
An opinion, a criticism, a judgment, a blaming… all delivered with the strength of a hurricane.
To the masculine this hurts more than she can imagine.
However her essential purity of expression when calibrated is actually fuel for his evolution.
When he truly has the capacity to receive her (which is his work).
Because even in joy and delight, the feminine is a force.
Her emotional landscape is always filled with power.
It just needs somewhere to flow to be realised.
In devotional evolutionary partnership… that container to flow into…
… is him.
~Damien Bohler
The masculine does not only penetrate.
She also expresses herself into him.
Both consensually and loving.
And non-consensually and violating.
Yes, she is also capable of this.
The feminine penetrates the world, penetrates the masculine, penetrates life through her expression.
Through the heart.
Through the emotional field.
She is much more powerful in this domain than him.
When it is consensual, her expression is like the sweetest radiant nectar.
It penetrates his heart in the same way that warm sunlight pouring through the window on a cool Autumn morning does.
Her tears, her laugh, her moan… all of them enter him.
Deeply.
And the energy it brings is nourishment to his soul.
When her expression is nonconsensual, or corrupted by distorted meaning making…
The emotional intensity and force with which it hits him…
… is like a punch directly in his soul.
When her stories take precedence over her feelings, she pushes both into him.
An opinion, a criticism, a judgment, a blaming… all delivered with the strength of a hurricane.
To the masculine this hurts more than she can imagine.
However her essential purity of expression when calibrated is actually fuel for his evolution.
When he truly has the capacity to receive her (which is his work).
Because even in joy and delight, the feminine is a force.
Her emotional landscape is always filled with power.
It just needs somewhere to flow to be realised.
In devotional evolutionary partnership… that container to flow into…
… is him.
~Damien Bohler
