Fall into the intimacy of her sacred tear.
It is showing you a path to her yearning heart.
Her pain and fear of the past - trapped in a time warp of uncertainty and trepidation.
Her inability to move into healthy love - defined by her initial exposure to a broken masculine paradigm.
Where to from here?
Who to trust? How to trust? Where to trust?
She craves to be seen not as a resource, an object or a means to an end, but as she is - pure in her expression, wild in her soul, sensual in her beingness.
But that has been stripped from her personal culture. Taken. Invaded upon.
Her experience with the masculine has been tainted.
She has forgotten how to open, she has never really been shown how to.
The feminine in her life has been devouring, ensnaring, and entangled.
Wherever she has turned, reliability has evaded her graceful eyes.
Chaos, hysteria, and the promise of a “dirty death” of all her dreams have been what she has known.
How can you expect her to open to your will when her will has been broken?
She yearns for the safety and continuity of your touch.
But you’ll only be able to go there with her if you open your own chest.
Where is “there”?
Bliss - unwavering certainty - unencumbered connection - to be seen without the masks and to lay down the defenses.
Her will was broken, where is yours?
Are you stuck in disregarding righteousness, pettiness, and complacency? Are you forceful and despotic?
Or…
Can you see yourself beyond the conditioning that has shaped your tainted obsessions?
It is these rigid ways of seeking pleasure in another that has created distance in your ability to receive love.
Intimacy has not been safe, but can it be now?
Can you be safe with the way you run your hands down her spine, not for you, not for her, but for both of you?
Can you heal your pain and show her it’s safe to heal hers through the release of what was and what needn’t be anymore?
One is glad to be of service.