My fellow man, can you honestly say you are proud of our half of the species? I’ve got to tell you I’m not. Modern, western, industrial man; what is he? A delight to behold – the earthly, male manifestation of divine intelligence? Or a pain in Mother Nature’s beautiful backside – satisfying his selfish, brutish whims? Certainly - as things stand - he’s somewhere in between, but almost certainly down near the selfish, brutish end of the scale, engaged in pretty meaningless pursuits - within the grand scheme of things – not big, not particularly clever; though creating a fairly good impression at times, all puffed-up and important-sounding. Shakespeare’s “idiot”, in fact, “full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” (Macbeth; scene V) Okay – I know I paint a pretty dim picture, but it’s time we fellas raised our game. Where have the knightly qualities of courage, honour and nobility gone? Where, beyond the sports field, boardroom and Hollywood, can you find a real man, one who is ready to live - or even die - for the truth, for love and for his woman? Oops – there I go again, getting all dramatic and carried away, but I can assure you I have got a point. These are dark times for man-kind, and it’s time we men grew up and took our true place. As the protector of the divine feminine who is rising, as we speak to, give birth to a new, more loving and sustainable future for all humankind. Are you ready to be a man? A real man? “Who’d be a man?” is the foreword from “What now indigo boy? (blueprint for the new, new man)” More about Carl at: www.carlmunson.com Last edited: 3-02-2007 10:49:30 PM
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