Daily Meditation, Inspirations, and Practices for the Sacred Masculine, January 21


Hans Peter Meyer


Aumsong Troughton on experiencing the feminine in a polarities workshop…


It’s so disappointing. To not get what I want. All of the time.

So much of this life has come so easy. And I am grateful.

So much of this life has come unbidden. And I am grateful.

So much of this life has been within my powerful, and yes, my privileged reach. And I am grateful.

So now, today, I relish when things don’t turn out as I want. Disappointed, yes. But somehow relishing this disappointment: in it lies a learning I’ve not yet learned. And I wonder, Am I ready to learn this, today? Tomorrow? When?

Somehow I believe that now, perhaps, I am wise enough to listen to the not-getting, and to hear its wisdom.

I was just invited to, “as poorly as possible,” describe what I do for a living: I teach men to shut up and listen to women. But, to a finer point on it: I teach myself to shut up and listen to Her, and whatever I learn, to share it with my fellows. Not the “what” of what She tells me. That is for me, and a condition of guarding her solitude. No, for me it is to teach both the shutting up and the sitting still, if I am lucky. How to know when Ariadne’s thread is being offered as a way out of my labyrinth, and how to follow this thread out of the confusion and delusion that is this man’s mind, fixated on conquest and doing and harming, violating, as some version of the purpose-driven life we, as masculine-identified men, are trained to live.

I am the Minotaur, in this purpose-driven life.

And, as the Minotaur, it is so easy for me to get lost in the beauty of my own mind. So lost in that labyrinth that I am unable to see, to hear, to feel the wonder and awe that is all around me. All that is Her gift to me. And so it’s necessary for me to practice silence. To sit. To walk, alone, in the forest. To listen. To learn to cherish the silence and solitude my beloved gives to me — because it is only here, in what was loneliness, that I begin to experience so much more. Here I am not alone, but held in an ocean of love.

The Minotaur was half beast and half man and any man who found himself in the monster’s labyrinth, as offering or as vanquishing hero, was destroyed. Only the one who followed his beloved’s trail, her thread, escaped this death. And so the thread of silence she weaves through this, the labyrinth of my life, frees me from being consumed by the monstrosity that is my limited, captive mind…

I am the Minotaur, but I am also the man who runs, wants to run, to escape this monstrous version of myself before he consumes me. Her silence is the thread that —if I listen, if I allow her all the time she needs, if I simply recognize the sacred silence and solitude she needs to speak, if and when I allow this speaking silence to be heard, then I hold the thread that leads me out and to myself.

I am here. I am lost in my own wanting, my own labyrinth of desires and pursuits and goals and outcomes and figuring-it-out and etcetera… I am here with the task list that consumes me, that I keep adding to…

I am here. Lost. And, so far, the only reliable guide I know is this slender, fragile thread of her silence.

So I listen. And wonder… Where does this silence lead? Nowhere I know. And so, afraid of this unknown, I follow the silence and breathe into wonder…


🌀You deserve nothing. (Kendra Cunov)

🌀…an evolved man doesn’t want anything in particular from a woman other than her authentic self. He’s self-satisfied, so she’s free to be whomever she wants to be. (Bryan Reeves, Choose Her Every Day)

🌀Although words are indeed very powerful, they can never replace the direct experience of the truth. The moment we start to try and describe this experience, approach it through words, we need to keep in mind just that, it is merely a description that can never replace the direct experience. That’s why many spiritual teachers tell their students to just keep quiet. (Kundalini Yoga School, Breaking Habits sadhana, Day 8)

🌀The Conscious Warrior practices the cultivation of wonder and awe. (John Wineland, Precept 7)


Day 16 of this month's practice, take about six minutes today to sit and join Sarah Anderson in a beautiful “Sacred Womb” meditation (because all of us, however we identify, can benefit from some loving attention to our “feminine” creative/generative capacities)

Please read through first, then ...

  • Today, sit (or stand) in stillness as you listen to your heart, your belly, your sex, your root and let this question stir within you…. Have you listened to the silence today? Have you heard it speak from your heart, to your heart?  Again, this is the question posed to the sacred womb as much as to your heart. Let that divine mystery of creation reveal Herself, no matter how masculine you are, no matter how little you may trust this feminine mystery…
  • Set your timer for 6 minutes or listen to or watch Sarah:
  • As the timer signals or the video ends allow your eyes to slowly open. Take three, relaxed breath cycles, no pressing, no effort, and feel yourself full, without thoughts, open. Safe to receive. Then, step into your day, letting the mantra echo as a nourishing vibration whenever you become still. You don't need to DO anything. Let the world come to you with its demands, its complaints, and yes, its endless tide of gifts and blessings.

**Note: Room for three more men who are ready for Part I of the Path of the Sacred Masculine. Register here to start on start on February 1