Or rather, crystallization.Greetings, friends!Wishing you all a wonderful morning.Here’s a rather strange topic to start the day with. A topic from the realm of human myths and misconceptions. There are countless myths on Earth. One of them is that men and women are from different planets and will never find a common language.The man’s myth about a woman: she’s greedy, always after money, frivolous, shallow, eager to dump all her problems on the poor guy, and so on.The woman’s myth about a man: irresponsible, he’ll use you and leave, only has one thing on his mind, crude, insensitive, lazy around the house and in self-care, a Neanderthal, in a word.Of course, much of this certainly manifests itself. So how do you reach a common denominator for harmony in a couple?I suppose, as always, we need to go back to the roots of the problem. Let’s start with the latter (the Neanderthal).Why did man become the way he is now? He avoids deep, spiritually rich relationships at all costs, doesn’t let anyone into his soul. And preferably, no dissection of his brain. Better yet, let there be a convenient, beautiful doll living next to him—suitable for sex, preferably a bit dim (so as not to outshine him), performing her service functions—cleaning, cooking, and so on. Children? You handle that somehow yourself. After all, I work like a horse. And you sit at home all day. And don’t buzz. Healthy and cheerful. In essence—service staff.What’s the root of this state of affairs? Egoism, obviously, right?Not quite. The masculine principle in our earthly system has been distorted just as cruelly as the feminine. If you could see this process with your own eyes, as I see it in sessions with my clients—you would genuinely feel sorry for all the men on Earth.Throughout earthly evolution, men were also forbidden much. To recognize and express their feelings as they are. Weakness, tears, “female” emotions were especially taboo. That is, interaction with the element of “water” (emotions, feelings) ceased. The flow of “blood in the veins” stopped. I hope the analogy is clear to you. Man was “dehydrated” and lost his plasticity.In one of the sessions, they showed us a man as a huge statue—once a living human power, which, under external pressure, was crystallized. Amidst a vast ocean (of feelings that remained BEYOND his boundaries). Frozen, if you will. Transformed from a living, plastic state into a solid—but alas—FRAGILE one. Any blow—and the structure breaks.That’s how it is. A man is strong, compressed, gathered externally, but very vulnerable inside. If you break him well—he won’t recover. A woman is always stronger morally thanks to her inner spiritual plasticity.A man cannot live himself out fully, brightly, richly. All that went into this “shell,” was canned. And inside—nothing, emptiness.From the session:We (the statue speaks) were allowed nothing. It was as if we were already dead in advance. Nothing was permitted to be shown here. All functions were designated. We had no right to be as we think or want. We were already idols. This cruel world played a cruel trick on us. We were created for protection. BUT NOT to kill! This killed us! Made us who we are now. We are a shell, yes, metallic, insensitive.
The masculine flow in terms of protection and aggression was hypertrophied, distorted. To the maximum. So much so that it became fragile. It became not IMPERMEABLE, but precisely fragile, like glass. Vulnerable.A piece of glass, deep within which—somewhere very deep—water still flows. Ice shards are washed by tears. This is his cry that “I cannot live as I want, I cannot experience myself as I need to, I cannot be alive!”Detachment…It’s as if he quiets down inside…The sculpture moves away from the woman. Here is the woman—his real, living, pulsing one (the feminine flow), and he moves further and further away. Into some space of his own. I won’t listen to you anymore. You’re not interesting to me.Insensitive, the soul is frozen. There is no more mutual penetration or enrichment.Here’s your glass hand. You need support? Here it is. But he himself doesn’t delve into anything. He has no warm desires, nothing at all. He no longer even knows how to feel. He’ll give what’s required of him—but without soul. Formally.When he tries to open up, to become “alive,” he literally feels bad.I need to open up, but I can’t. Internal resistance rises.It’s very difficult to start showing emotions; you have to overcome yourself, your inner blocks. It seems to him that he’s afraid of his own feelings. If he de-conserves them now, they’ll gush out. And he won’t be able to handle them; it’s as if such a wave will come that will sweep him away.Fear of breaking, of not standing firm and losing himself as a man. Because if you break—you’re not a man. And so you must stand like flint, no matter the situation.Fear of showing interest in a woman and trying to talk to her deeply. Here he feels he’ll lose his own face. If I start talking deeply with her somehow, she’ll judge me for not being a man. If I want to hug her, for example—to express tenderness—she might judge me for weakness. Is it possible to express all this? And how should one deal with her (a woman) at all?Which is precisely what was required to be proven. But all the numerous “MUSTS” remain. The masculine principle has completely lost itself as its true essence. A man already comes into life “blocked,” lost, and wishes not to be disturbed or have his brain eaten out from the inside. But inside remains the primal attraction to the feminine principle.The external woman, in turn—though broken no less—has not lost her striving to immerse herself in the man’s cosmos; he is her path to the sky. But the sky says: leave me alone, don’t pester me; do it yourself; you must be completely independent so I can be at peace with my inviolable soul boundary.And the woman believes that if she does everything as her beloved commands, he will someday love her with all his heart and open up…And then she simply gets tired. Tired of living with an idol; tired of being alone; tired of feeling a piece of metal instead of a living shoulder. “Pull yourself together, you rag…”What’s this morning’s fable about? It’s about how we’ve completely forgotten who we are, friends. And often don’t allow ourselves to live what we planned for this incarnation. And then we begin to realize that life is too far from ideal when external false ideals end—and inside there’s still emptiness.But all the clues are right there on the surface of your own character. If you actively display masculine willpower qualities—perhaps your masculine principle needs an inspection and major repair.If there’s an idol next to you—perhaps you’re not giving free rein to your own feelings by doing what someone who no longer feels himself tells you to do. Try to figure out what your prohibitions are exactly.The vibrations of this period are most favorable for shedding internal limitations.Put something nice on if this information was helpful.