Everyone should be entranced by a beautiful woman (and it's definitely not a sin)

I'm sitting here about to finalize my draft for "what are holding environments and why they are important" as a deep take. I'm on my second day of bleeding and my brain doesn't work very well. 

So I'm rather going to share my deep take on my experience. 

I'm faced with a common battle for women: society follows a 24-hour clock, we function in 28-day cycles. 

I'd be happy to share more about holding environments when I'm at the end of my follicular phase. And for now, I can go on and on about how much the female cycle matters to a woman - but that's not really a deep take. 

What I think belongs to the core of the rage around this for me is the historical repetition of the dismissal of the Goddess. 

Objectification of the female body is a sacred practice, and the current cultural waves of deeming female objectification as a sin is disconnecting us to spirit, aliveness and connection. 

When we're not allowed to objectify the woman, we rob ourselves from the experience of touching the divine in her. 

To put it simple: the woman body offers the masculine the potency to penetrate the divine, and the feminine to surrender to it. (This is the mystery of the dance between the feminine and the masculine.)

There's a currently such a huge split between spirituality and sexuality. And this is just one part of a greater trend of splitting God from matter.

I think we need to thread through a forest full of rage, grief, resentment and fear before we're even close to seeing the woman and men for they truly are. And in an age where we value the wisdom of the mind to the degree that we're even experimenting with leaving the body entirely to upload the mind- I do think we collectively are living as far away as almost possible to the understanding and the experience as spirit as matter and matter as spirit. 

I think this is the reason why we can rape the earth on a daily basis. And also why it's common practice to treat birth as a "medical event". 

And I'm not blaming men or the "patriarchy" for this - I actually think the problem lives in the source and women has their name on this to be reclaimed. 

Prostitution was seen as sacred in ancient times - women and men alike went to temple priestesses to awaken to the Goddess, to find personal development, to mature, to find aliveness, to balance the barrenness of daily life. 

In this split, it's like we're living in contemporary personas, never fully realizing the depth of aliveness available to us. 

The potential depth is so fully present in any presentation of the image of the sacred prostitute. Images that includes wide hips, circular breasts, a provocative form, a reassuring presence, so fertile she would bless the earth with her reproductions. 

And I honestly think the very reason we're disinclined to associate that which is sexual to that which is divine, is also the cause of the separation we all feel between nature and humans, mind and body, individual and collective. 

It all starts with women honoring their body - not just following their cycles, but fully revering themselves as sacred: engaging in rituals, temple spaces, red tents, celebration of eros,  celebrating other women in their goddess form, experiencing the joyous experience of the female body and it's multi-orgasmic nature, and preparing us to be worshipped as the Goddess we naturally embody. 

Women need to embrace the ancient Sacred Prostitute to bridge the gap between spirit and matter in today's world.

I will end with a poem I found in the book "Sacred Prostitute"

For I am the first and the last 
I am the honored one and the scorned one. 
I am the whore and the holy one. 
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am the mother and the daughter. 
I am the members of my mother . . . . 
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
 and the idea whose rememberance is frequent
 I am the voice whose sound is manifold
 and the word whose appearnce is multiple
 I am the utterance of my name
 - "The thunder, Perfect mind"