Sep 292012
 

There is a letter I long to write, to a woman who is not my friend, not really, although both of us, when speaking to others, each of the other, would claim friendship.

This woman is one for whom I have held deep admiration, for the courage with which she has met life’s challenges and for the hard-won insights she has ferried back for the rest of us.

I love her.

I love what she has to offer our world.

I love the depth and integrity with which she risks all for noble love.

Yet I can remain silent no longer for the gifts she has forsaken, not for love but for stories about love.

And so I am moved to write to her Рand because her business is not my business, I am writing to her via all the women of my world; a small, cautionary  tale that is expressive of the following spiritual laws:

* things are not as they seem;

** nothing means anything;

*** forsake your true work at your peril.*

* For this she has done, in common with just about all women of all recorded time, in return for masculine approval/loyalty/affection. For women, ahead of all the creatures of the world, are prone to living lives other than their own.

My friend has spent a decade and more in dedicated pursuit of truth about life and love on Earth. She was among the most knowledgeable people I have ever known; she knew no enemies; she had surrendered so very much for her work; she was at the pinnacle of her power.

At the height of empowered middle age she was ready to face the world and teach what she had learned . . . she was positioned to claim all that she had dreamed for herself and her life . . . and yet she surrendered it all to the forces of masculine dis/interest.

This is what I would say to her, if I thought her business was my business.

Dear Friend,

I remember when last you visited me: as you walked away from my front door, your back to me, you did not see my outstretched hand longing to call you back, longing to say ‘do not do this’.

Do not forsake all you have worked for, only to begin your journey anew for the sake of another; do not allow his path to hijack yours.

Please, no.

Please, know.

Please know you are ready to move forward into all you have dreamed for your life and your world.

Your time is now.

Before that, I saw you on the street and you excitedly told me about a new man in your life, your ‘twin flame’: The One, finally delivered to your heart by the great Universal force of life some call God.

For a moment I was excited for you . . . and then my heart in turn sank for you. For this same Universal force tests us, and you had failed to see this; right at the moment we feel we have learned valuable lessons we are tested, we are always tested.

And your test was this: another man 20 years your junior.

Please no, I wanted to say, please say no.

Please hold out for a man worth the salt in your veins, the blood in your heart, the love in your being, the maturity in your soul.

Please hold out for an older man.

Please, have courage to meet your match.

Please, in the meantime, find courage enough to bear the absence of ‘the other’.

*****

But no, we all know women can readily justify any love at all; in my friend’s case, she laid claim to the story about a universally-ordained twin flame (the one story she would find impossible to ignore).

And so my friend has begun her journey anew. She has followed the young man along his pathway. She has thought new thoughts. She has spoken half-truths, no longer truly believing what she thinks she knows. She has taken up enemies where previously she had none.

The other day I found a You Tube video posted by her. I clicked on the link and burst into tears. For there was my friend speaking the familiar words, her beautiful face once so alive now haggard and drawn; her spirit low; her heart broken; her soul stretched to breaking point.

All this, for him.

All this, because she did not trust life enough to continue her own journey.

All this, because she suspected/knew that the price of her own success would be the loss of his resolute attention/affection.

And so she turned her back on her own truth and immersed herself in the life of another at the expense of her own sweet self.

Instead of remaining true to her own hard-won path, she has taken on his ideas, his words, his thoughts, his enemies.

And she has failed utterly to recognise that these are the ideas, words, thoughts and battles of a young man – he will not hold true to any such in maturity.

For he will walk away from her later, as assuredly as he would have walked before now had she proved a threat to his superiority, a challenge to his fumbling, forming identity.

I know all this, because no woman, other than a woman who has forgotten the power and beauty of her own truth, other than a woman who has failed utterly to remember who she was before, would have posted that video believing it to be an advertisement for her work.

A relationship that demands this price is not love.

Is not Love.

Is not universally ordained.

Is not even courageous.

My friend, once a beautiful woman, like so many before her has been drained of life.

Which leaves a question, a small question with ramifications so immense they could change the evolutionary course of humanity:

What will it take for women to stand, unbowed and uncompromised, for and with their own life’s work?

To have faith in ourselves.

To be true, to ourselves.

To be willing to risk his approval, affection, loyalty in return for the heralded truth of our own existence.

To believe our life’s work, with or without his approval, is of such value, the world cannot function without it.

To love, with all our heart, our own beautiful lives.

Here, friends, is the revolution in waiting.

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