Project Conversion

For the past week we’ve explored the theme of sexuality and gender roles within our spirituality, and it all began with a “visit” in the shower. After that, all I could think about was the coupling of male and forms/ideals. What does it mean, how does it operate in my life, what are the metaphors and symbols used in religion? First, we dove into the penetrating and seeding force of the male aspect, which I equated to my year with Project Conversion in 2010. Yesterday it was all about the ladies. Here, we examined the embracing, nurturing, absorbing, and protective aspect of the divine feminine.

After a great deal of reflection, I discovered that I am personally within the developmental “womb” of the feminine right now, having been “seeded” last year. That is why the feminine force is always so pronounced with me. While I can sense the masculine, and am one with and in communion with the feminine.

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I can’t speak for everyone, however given my various experiences last year–especially within Wicca and Catholicism–I cannot deny the power of the feminine aspect of the divine (and for our atheist friends, our human psyche). But what does this have to do with sexuality in the spiritual realm?

Everything.

In a religious landscape (especially here in the West) usually dominated by a divine male figure, there is a vast gulf of perspective left by those who refuse the divine its feminine attributes. Perhaps this is why many who leave the traditional monotheistic models have done so: They are seeking Mother. Continue Reading This Post »

As promised, here is the second installment of this series. All these posts actually lead up toward my Lent post coming up this Wednesday. Today we’ll talk about the masculine nature of the divine. Tomorrow, the feminine. Then we’ll wrap it up with the culmination of Lent on Wednesday where I’ll explore the meeting of the sexes: conception.

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For the last three days I’ve had a one-track mind. Sex. That’s right, and it all began in the shower with the moon…

I had just lathered my hair with shampoo. The lavender-scented bubbles slipped through my fingers and glided down my arms, neck, and back. Steam formed a warm, translucent cloud around me. It was one of those showers, where it’s more than about getting clean, but of relaxation.

Then, as I rinsed the last of the shampoo suds from my hair, I glanced over my right shoulder and looked out the high window. Hung in the clear night sky, a quarter moon glowed like a disc of light slicing through the eternal, black firmament. Like a rouge scent that takes one back to a long dormant memory, the sight of the moon captured me as if the gaze of the Goddess herself.

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