Why penetration is more than you think

“The World is a mirror, forever reflecting what you are doing, within yourself.”
–Neville Goddard

The source of my strength is weakness.

I remember it vividly. That time I feel in love, I was a young man. And this woman, appearing out of nowhere, ripping into the center of my life. Her lips were elegant and her smile was ravishing. She spoke with eloquence yet her words were foul. Her mind was as sharp as her nails.

That was the day, the moment that I had nowhere left to hide, that it was futile to remain hidden, that I had to endure the torture of having my defenses stripped bare. Because she was bare. Because she would not have anything else.

I was stripped emotionally and spiritually naked, and I was stronger for it. Bathed in a fire of truth, I left my skin exposed and my wounds lay open. Her presence stabbed me in the chest and made me stronger.

That was when I learnt the deeper meaning of penetration.
Penetration and surrender in equal measure, and that is what pain is made of. Witnessing surrender is what draws the urge to thrust forward, and thus the pain is the driver.
Because when you understand that his body speaks.
But the body does not speak alone. It is responding.

In the monumental TV show Fleabag, there is a wonderful bar scene: Kristin Scott Thomas plays a successful businesswoman, declaring:

“Women are born with pain built in, it’s our physical destiny.
“Men don’t. They have to seek it out.”

Witnessing that the feminine is in pain is the driving force. Sitting and witnessing is the skill, sitting and listening, sitting and feeling, that the feminine is in constant pain.

That pain is what moves, what drives, and what cuts. That is what keeps the body sharp and strong, because that opens the heart.

That is the purpose of the feminine, the driver. It keeps us honest, that witnesses the depths of pain that we cannot feel on our own. We are aligned more closely to death, but the breadth of it, the waves of it, the sudden realisation how much it spreads: how deep it sits in the bone. The body of the woman designed for pain.

So, yes it is true, His Body Speaks, it echoes the sensations of pain.

We are attuned to pain, and we seek it out. It is in our nature. Perhaps we seek it in work , or sport, or strenuous physical activity. We empathise in anguish.

But the greatest of all, the widest of all, the most searing of all, is to touch the pain in a woman. The depth of that heartbreak is too much for us to bear.

Out there it lies, hidden in front of us, visible yet obscure. It is almost too obvious, illuminated in shadow, every breath keeping us at bay and every moment driving it deeper.

She reveals it with great caution. If only we knew, countless nights and countless moons, a reminder from her body, a conflict to maintain composed, but always aching beneath the smiles. The suffering, the grinding, the bleeding. A wound gifted from birth, and its only remedy is fragile love. What fools we men are, to think we know it at all.

That is why, when you realise that when His Body Speaks, then he is ready to learn.

That the feminine is the teacher of love, the teacher of mysteries.

The greatest lesson, the greatest suffering, is to know and understand this love, more than our bodies can ever bear. To give, and to receive, and to express. And then to repeat it for herself. This is the great struggle that confronts us every morning: the masculine confronts death, and the feminine touches love.

Both are remedied by surrender. For him, to surrender to the terror of mortality, For her, to the threat of abandonment.

Thus, a mutual penetration, where each surrenders and sings their songs of grief. When we realise that His Body Speaks, he is ready to dance.

Where she surrenders in flesh, men must learn to surrender in heart.
We show strength in our capacity to hold pain.
The flood of emotion will strike out and cut us, and in that wounding, insight.

That great love will cut us, and cut us deeply.
It will welcome us into a new world, a spring of creativity.
This is the making of divine dialogue.