Being a woman

We have been called the superior sex; we are the Kali, the Durga, the Lakshmi, the Saraswati, the Sita, the Parvati ,the Radha – so many manifestations of the sacred feminine and yet in the modern society where the roots of patriarchy and misogyny still seem to be gnawing at us, being a woman is still challenging and we need to assert our power at every stage even in the 21st century in order to be seen and heard.

What needs to be acknowledged is that women can be what they want to be- provided they know what they want to be and therein lays the whole dilemma, delusion and suffering. We are still so driven by our mental, social, emotional conditioning that we fail to express ourselves completely for fear of being judged, fear of being abused, fear of being a woman and all this has to end.

The process of demolishing patriarchy and misogyny has begun decades ago and yet it keeps raising its ugly head time and again.

The #metoo campaign was a powerful, collective chant that raised the vibration of a nation that needs to look at women with more respect and dignity and treat them as humans. The best part of it was that women came out in the open to talk about what was meant to be hushed and hidden- what one was ashamed to admit and acknowledge. But my mind questions everything.

Do we need to be vocally a part of #metoo to acknowledge our pain or anger ? And if we are not, are we detached, numb or de-sensitized?

The biggest battles are fought inside the interiors of our beings and once we have resolved them there, that we can talk, flaunt or embellish that pain- but then the need to do that vanishes once the wound is healed.

Do we keep our wounds alive to bring them to the notice of others or do we heal ourselves and make ourselves stronger to fight for ourselves and others who may not have the courage or strength?

Are we reluctant to unleash the Kali or Durga in us, when the time demands without fear of what price one has to pay in the process? Or are we becoming acutely aware and smug of our feminine power that we are losing our compassion, kindness and tenderness that is the core of the sacred feminine?

Strength has no depth without vulnerability and being authentic and true to oneself comes at the cost of being open to be hurt and wounded.

Patriarchy has interestingly, on the positive side taught us how to love ourselves deeply and better. It has to be used as a weapon; a Rubicon to be crossed; a door to unlock the hidden power and love in us as women.

The need to be spiritually strong is a cardinal one along with the need to be physically, mentally & emotionally strong as well if as a collective we have to erase misogyny forever. It will all begin by learning to manage patriarchy cleverly and weaken its roots to initiate its downfall and extinction.

Till then, we can continue to use it as a fuel to grow and become giants of strength and will power.




Why lust is cardinal to understand love?

Lust has mostly been considered a dirty, low frequency word by most and yet it is the cardinal passage to cross on our journey to understanding love.

Most of us, especially the ones who got married early find it hard to discern love and lust and we do not even consider it as something important to delve into- after all if you are happily married and getting your regular dose of sex, why bother to even understand whether it truly is love that is binding you to be together or is it lust that is keeping the marriage threaded?  Mind you, both are essential.

“Lust is the fire, Love is the fuel and without one the other doesn’t last for too long.”- to use my own quote.

We mistake the heights of passion as love and yet when those plummet after the initial euphoria of a new relationship/ marriage wanes, what remains is what is real. Most of the times, by the time the kids arrive and we are snugly attached to the marriage, it’s safe, sane & convenient to call it love.

But here is the paradox; going thru those throes of passion are a must to nurture the love inside us as well but there is a need to discern one from the other in order to truly understand the meaning of true love.

It took me sixteen years to realize that what I felt in my marriage as love wasn’t.

It was an illusion of love. And the funny thing about illusion is that it looks and feels exactly like truth…the ‘Maya”. And yet my soul knew from the beginning that there was something missing in my marriage but it was hard for me to decipher it.

2 lovely kids, secure life, caring husband- it all seemed perfect and I named it love. Isn’t that all I ever wished for? But it was all in the shadow- all darkness, the light was still far. Although it was all churning in my unconscious, my consciousness had still to acknowledge it…my awareness had yet not kicked in.

So after sixteen years of being lost and apparently happy in a marriage which seemed perfect to the outside world, I came to understand the missing link.

I could separate the love from lust like chaff from wheat. The threshing was a revelation.

As I became a fiction writer, confronted myself through my writings, interacted with other men, formed deep friendships with them, the truth dawned.

I knew I didn’t love my (now estranged) husband deeply enough. If I did, I would want to be with him- not for the sake of the kids but for him and us.

I also realized the dichotomy of marriage and love. They were two different dimensions which could overlap and merge at times but they were distinct from one another. The former being an arrangement, the later being a vibration- our highest frequency as humans.

To fit this powerful vibration into a living arrangement is like capturing the early morning, fresh, invigorating mountain breeze in a jar- such a waste to even try.

You need to feel the fire between bodies; you need to feel attracted to each other- no matter what your age or the age of your relationship and that is the catalyst for experiencing love and yet you should be able to understand one from the other, even if they are finally meshed.

Lust is the physical desire -to be around someone, to touch, to feel their presence. Love is the soul; Body is the temple and lust is the expression of that divine temple.

Now, nearing 50 and in love, I understand love on a different level as compared to what I did in my 20’s. Surrendering to lust has taught me so much about the power of empowering & unconditional love.

Lust is pure, unadulterated desire of the body minus the mish- mash and burden of emotions. It’s the sacred fire needed to strip one of all illusions which mask love and you have to be unafraid of experiencing lust to unravel the true gem of love from the buried depths of your being.

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