Men today do not have a rite of passage.
We have been trained to be polite, to be nice, and to make sure everybody around us feels safe.
The expense of this societal dogma for many men is that we have lost our spine, our bellies, and our primal essence. We are left feeling domesticated and disconnected from our wild.
We create 'alpha' or 'machismo' characters and facades to feel tough and strong, because we have lost touch with our inner animal nature.
We lean on our accomplishments, our money, or our status.
Can you surf the edge of existence without leaning on your money to make you feel safe? Can you meet the world unprotected, unguarded, & available for the dark & light of the universe. Do you have the courage to be a nobody? Do you have the wisdom to be humble?
Who are you when all is stripped away? Not interested in finding out now? Good luck at death.
Life is but a preparation for death.
Take a seat in the desert with a circle of men. Leave your cell phone and bank account behind.
One is left with the demons of his mind. The agony in the heart. And the vulnerability of being a human being.
Same guts, same cuts, same crazy.
This container will be a great equalizer.
You may feel safe in your ego but it is resting on a house of cards. Can you find your edge and surf it?
Can you find your center and sit in it through all turbulence?
Learn to be still, present, and clear through all adversity and confrontation.
Learn to be loving and open hearted. Learn to be fierce.
Learn to penetrate to the core of another human being.
This is the Spirit of a Man.