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December 2007 
New Headings For The Sensitive Man
Posted on Oct 16th, 2006
by 
David Jon
David Jon
What are we to do with the experiences handed to us? Yes, I know there is a lot of talk in certain New-Age hotspots as to how 'create our reality.' But to only focus on the possibility that we 'create every experience that comes our way in life' is, to me anyways, to miss out on realizing the importance of honestly accepting and acknowledging the Mysterious Unfolding of Events that mark us in both profound and subtle ways.
Life seems to me to come to us as a Gift---often a Gift we prefer not to have, right? It's some Gift, eh, when someone betrays you! Or it's some Gift when someone you love and cherish is wrenched out of your life so unexpectedly.
I personally see not merit in ascribing to the belief--and let's be honest here, it is a belief--that we create it all, even if that creation occurs at a less than conscious level. To me, to buy into the belief disrespects the time-honoured perspective that Life is a never-ending sharing--an ongoing relatedness that occurs in a communal space for reasons not easily approached by human consciousness. I mean, do I really create the wonder of a Son or Daughter? Is that all MY doing? Or am I the recipient of a Gift so profound and awe-inspiring that I can only bask in the wonderment of it all?
Which perspective is more ennobling? Which is more engaging of Life? Which evokes a greater sense of Awe and Gratitude?
I ask the following questions only so as to approach more tenderly the process of dealing with the experiences that become our memory of who we are, our forecast of who we are yet to become. I ask the following questions because they speak to me of the raw potential that exists for dealing with our experiences in a more noble way.
Noble. Dignified. Which has nothing to do with a constant stream of whining and moaning about the things that have happened to us. If we are truly noble then no matter what befalls us we will be able to honour that experience, embrace that event. No matter what.
For men--and sensitive men especially--I feel that this marks a new heading in life. As men we cannot stop at the feelings generated within us by the events and experiences that have arisen in the course of our personal existence. Yes, we can embrace and acknowledge those feelings as valid. But let's move on from those feelings. Let's allow those feelings to be fuel for a future that is something other than doomed cycle of History endlessly repeating itself. Let us be men who feel... yes... but not men trapped by feeling.
It was the women who encouraged mankind to feel more. Emotionally men were seen as being underdeveloped. It was as if mankind had become arrested at the level of emotions. Men couldn't feel. Men were not supposed to feel. Men were in jobs that made feeling a hazard. For instance, in War you couldn't grieve your fallen comrade as the bullets whizzed by and the bombs continuned to fall. Inevitably that conditioned Mankind--with the exception of a few rare Poets, Prophets, and/or Mystics--to a life lived in defense against feeling. Men were hard, rough, gruff, tough. Men were... well... stereotypically... Male!
Then relationship difficulties bourne of an empowering Womanhood pushed Manking to feel once again. Womanhood was saying--collectively--that Man needed to learn how to feel again. The emotional arresting of Mankind was creating all sorts of problems for people on the personal level, as well as for the whole planet on a political level. Man needed to get in touch with his ability to feel.
Man could feel. It was not as if Man was unable to feel. It is just that Man had not been encouraged to feel. In fact, it was just the opposite. Mankind was encouraged not to feel. Feeling was soft and for 'Sissies!' And what Man wanted to be a 'Sissy?!'
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As a young boy growing up in this-world--circa 1970's--I can remember feeling. I felt feelings that I often saw no correlate for in the outside world. For instance, I can remember the violence done to the natural world in the form of Frogs and Snakes and Turtles by other boys my age and feeling excruciating pain. Empathically I knew that the Frogs and Snakes were capable of feeling. I could feel--feel the Horror that was being done to them.
But no one else around me--the other boys who would initiate these acts, dream them up, encourage them, seem to long for their recreation one Summer day after another--appeared to be feeling what I was feeling. In short, no one seemed bothered by what was going on! No one said a word.
I take that back. There were words said. Words like 'Cool!' as the firecracker placed into the Frogs mouth went off, scattering Frog-pieces all over the Sun-baked concrete of the neighbours driveway.
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I didn't get it back then. I still don't get it. I don't understand how people can be so numb as to be incapable of feeling the 'suffering of others.' I am talking about the numbness now of Presidents and Generals and Terrorists one and all. I am talking about the numbness of Rapists and Murderers. I am talking about the gross indifference--or is it the seething malice?--that results in the carnage and wasting that is a daily occurrence throughout the world. I don't get that! I don't understand that!!
What drives people--generally speaking Mankind--to enact the Horrors that hope to solve problems by forcing others to bear scars and wounds for us? Are problems really solved through dealing in death? Are solutions really found through killing in the name of-------??? Does Mankind still buy into the belief that sacrifices are required in order for the Real World to appear--i.e., the World as some vain-glorious God wishes it to be?
So the Jews need to suffer and die. The Faggots and the Queers need to be eliminated. The Americans need to feel the wrath of Allah. The Terrorists need to know what 'shock and awe' is actually like. And once all of those necessary sacrifices are made--the bodies are piled and mounted ten-high to the Sky of a God who seems to crave blood as presented by human hands and ingenuity--then and only then will Paradise be known.
Then and only then, right? First the sacrifice. Always the sacrifice. Forever the sacrifices. It's like waking up and wondering 'Who gets to die today as we march on our determined way... in this nightmare known as the pursuit of happiness?" Who are we going to kill and eliminate so that we can make some 'Progress.'
And why does the Executioner always smile as the Bodies fall?
Life seems to me to come to us as a Gift---often a Gift we prefer not to have, right? It's some Gift, eh, when someone betrays you! Or it's some Gift when someone you love and cherish is wrenched out of your life so unexpectedly.
I personally see not merit in ascribing to the belief--and let's be honest here, it is a belief--that we create it all, even if that creation occurs at a less than conscious level. To me, to buy into the belief disrespects the time-honoured perspective that Life is a never-ending sharing--an ongoing relatedness that occurs in a communal space for reasons not easily approached by human consciousness. I mean, do I really create the wonder of a Son or Daughter? Is that all MY doing? Or am I the recipient of a Gift so profound and awe-inspiring that I can only bask in the wonderment of it all?
Which perspective is more ennobling? Which is more engaging of Life? Which evokes a greater sense of Awe and Gratitude?
I ask the following questions only so as to approach more tenderly the process of dealing with the experiences that become our memory of who we are, our forecast of who we are yet to become. I ask the following questions because they speak to me of the raw potential that exists for dealing with our experiences in a more noble way.
Noble. Dignified. Which has nothing to do with a constant stream of whining and moaning about the things that have happened to us. If we are truly noble then no matter what befalls us we will be able to honour that experience, embrace that event. No matter what.
For men--and sensitive men especially--I feel that this marks a new heading in life. As men we cannot stop at the feelings generated within us by the events and experiences that have arisen in the course of our personal existence. Yes, we can embrace and acknowledge those feelings as valid. But let's move on from those feelings. Let's allow those feelings to be fuel for a future that is something other than doomed cycle of History endlessly repeating itself. Let us be men who feel... yes... but not men trapped by feeling.
It was the women who encouraged mankind to feel more. Emotionally men were seen as being underdeveloped. It was as if mankind had become arrested at the level of emotions. Men couldn't feel. Men were not supposed to feel. Men were in jobs that made feeling a hazard. For instance, in War you couldn't grieve your fallen comrade as the bullets whizzed by and the bombs continuned to fall. Inevitably that conditioned Mankind--with the exception of a few rare Poets, Prophets, and/or Mystics--to a life lived in defense against feeling. Men were hard, rough, gruff, tough. Men were... well... stereotypically... Male!
Then relationship difficulties bourne of an empowering Womanhood pushed Manking to feel once again. Womanhood was saying--collectively--that Man needed to learn how to feel again. The emotional arresting of Mankind was creating all sorts of problems for people on the personal level, as well as for the whole planet on a political level. Man needed to get in touch with his ability to feel.
Man could feel. It was not as if Man was unable to feel. It is just that Man had not been encouraged to feel. In fact, it was just the opposite. Mankind was encouraged not to feel. Feeling was soft and for 'Sissies!' And what Man wanted to be a 'Sissy?!'
_____________________________________
As a young boy growing up in this-world--circa 1970's--I can remember feeling. I felt feelings that I often saw no correlate for in the outside world. For instance, I can remember the violence done to the natural world in the form of Frogs and Snakes and Turtles by other boys my age and feeling excruciating pain. Empathically I knew that the Frogs and Snakes were capable of feeling. I could feel--feel the Horror that was being done to them.
But no one else around me--the other boys who would initiate these acts, dream them up, encourage them, seem to long for their recreation one Summer day after another--appeared to be feeling what I was feeling. In short, no one seemed bothered by what was going on! No one said a word.
I take that back. There were words said. Words like 'Cool!' as the firecracker placed into the Frogs mouth went off, scattering Frog-pieces all over the Sun-baked concrete of the neighbours driveway.
____________________________________
I didn't get it back then. I still don't get it. I don't understand how people can be so numb as to be incapable of feeling the 'suffering of others.' I am talking about the numbness now of Presidents and Generals and Terrorists one and all. I am talking about the numbness of Rapists and Murderers. I am talking about the gross indifference--or is it the seething malice?--that results in the carnage and wasting that is a daily occurrence throughout the world. I don't get that! I don't understand that!!
What drives people--generally speaking Mankind--to enact the Horrors that hope to solve problems by forcing others to bear scars and wounds for us? Are problems really solved through dealing in death? Are solutions really found through killing in the name of-------??? Does Mankind still buy into the belief that sacrifices are required in order for the Real World to appear--i.e., the World as some vain-glorious God wishes it to be?
So the Jews need to suffer and die. The Faggots and the Queers need to be eliminated. The Americans need to feel the wrath of Allah. The Terrorists need to know what 'shock and awe' is actually like. And once all of those necessary sacrifices are made--the bodies are piled and mounted ten-high to the Sky of a God who seems to crave blood as presented by human hands and ingenuity--then and only then will Paradise be known.
Then and only then, right? First the sacrifice. Always the sacrifice. Forever the sacrifices. It's like waking up and wondering 'Who gets to die today as we march on our determined way... in this nightmare known as the pursuit of happiness?" Who are we going to kill and eliminate so that we can make some 'Progress.'
And why does the Executioner always smile as the Bodies fall?
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Dig this. Most men I know err towards the weak and lovable. They let their women convince them that the more feminine they can be- in other words submissive, surrendering, loving- the better. Submissive, in this case, usually to their masculine energy. Because everyone, men and women both, like the feeling of control and especially in our over masculinized Results culture. In that regard I think many women have the leg up these days, not so much men. But women are better at hiding things- look at the body itself. Where ya gonna hide that thing, fellas?
the human world needs more feminine energy. The irony is that women in general are not embracing the Feminine- Feminism is really saying that women have the right to be as masculine as men, and I agree- they do.
But it has nothing to do with the Feminine Principle. Or, very little.
So, men are in a fix, double messages, but so are women. We all need more Feminine Wisdom, men and women equally in these fucked up times. I blogged today on the Secret Commonwealth, an almost absurdlly exagerated extreme of over masculine 'culture'. Our world must not go that way…..and they could be our future, literally……too much Fucking With and we'll be Fucked. Ah the irony.
As for men, I say get more in touch with the Goddess. As well as the God, reason, clarity, good form. Like you show in this post, with such feeling as well. But that's just as true for women; just because you have a female body doesn't mean you are in touch with Her!