
The Divine Dance: Opening to the Masculine
I admit it. Becoming a coach was, at least in part, born from my aversion to pain—my own and that of others. I wanted to fix it, smooth it over, make it go away.
But healing doesn’t come from avoidance. It comes from being a loving witnessing to the pain.
David Bedrick, whose exquisite work is called Unshaming, says:
"We are rarely witnessed as medicine carriers—medicine we are cooking alchemically—in the space of our wound."
In the space of our wound.
Pain is the Divine’s way of guiding us back to ourselves, letting us feel the sharp edge of our own misalignment. It is not punishment; it is invitation.
And speaking of the Divine...
I was raised in an agnostic home. I am not religious.
So when I first encountered the idea of healing my relationship with the Masculine by opening to God—as taught by my great mentor, Gillian Pothier—I took in everything except that part.
It felt foreign. Unnecessary. A bit... much.
And yet, before my own revelation, before the energy of kundalini surged through me and rearranged my knowing, what I am about to say would have had me rolling my eyes and looking for the exit:
The Divine Masculine found me when I was on my knees.
A dark night of the soul cracked me open, and the flood of Presence poured in.
You know, like they say in church.
But not as a distant, patriarchal figure.
As something intimate. Personal. Tender and strong.
The Masculine protector, champion, lover, father, and provider—the presence I had never allowed myself to trust.
It makes me feel naked to share this. But I know some of have felt this.
There were three moments in the last year when I heard "Him".Three times when I was drowning in shame, self-abandonment, or fear, and the words cut through:
"You are my Cherished & Beloved Daughter. This right here is bullshit. It’s bad for you, and it stops now."
And, as I wept from the pain and deep grief of betraying my own truth:
"Well done, Linda. Well done. You are exactly where I want you to be. Well done."
And, after standing in my truth—dropping a truth bomb in my relationship, buying my own home alone, stepping into the unknown:
"Let go. Fall into my arms and just FEEL all of this. I’ve got you."
Moments that set my life on a much better course.
Is God Masculine? Or a Feminine Goddess?
The Divine is beyond gender, yet it holds both—the creational spark and the sacred receptivity. But as a Feminine being, when I opened myself to the penetration of the Divine Masculine, something profound shifted within me.
My relationship with myself began to heal. The harsh, critical, punishing Masculine inside me—the one I had created as armor, as survival—was replaced with a loving Masculine champion.
A Masculine that cherishes me.
That delights in me as His creational muse.
That attunes to me, provides for me in ways far more brilliant than my own mind could devise.
That is strong enough to hold me through every wave of emotion, offering me a sanctuary for surrender.
The strong, benevolent bank that contains and directs my flowing, feeling, wild Feminine river. (Nod to David Deida.)
I am not here to evangelize or tell any woman what to believe.
For some, the word God carries too much baggage. For some, it feels too far away, too male, too punishing.
But what if, instead of thinking of "God," I invite you to simply imagine an all powerful benevolent creational energy that you are a part of and is a part of you. A loving, unwavering, masculine presence that knows you, feels you and adores you. One that wants nothing from you but for you to know your beauty and help you unfold.
When a woman regards herself as a beloved daughter of a loving creator, something shifts.
She begins to see herself through different eyes.
She begins to feel the depth of her worthiness.
She begins to know—not intellectually, but in her bones—how beautiful she is.
How loved she is. How loved she can be, just as she is.
And here’s the part that goes even deeper:
A woman’s relationship with the Divine Masculine—her experience of being cherished, seen, and adored—creates the template for how she relates to men and the masculine in the world.
When she knows what it feels like to be cherished, she stops accepting anything less.
When she has allowed herself to trust the Masculine essence in its most loving form, she begins to trust herself.
When she knows that she is worthy of devotion, she stops proving, performing, and fighting for scraps.
When she knows she is enough, just as she is, she lets herself be.
It took me a little imagination to create a relationship between my Feminine essence and the Masculine essence of the Divine. But in doing so, I finally find self-love and self-acceptance and the courage to be myself that I had always longed for.
What is God? What is the Divine?
Who can say? The word still feels itchy on my tongue, but I am softening.
What I do know is this: If there is no part of us that is separate from the Divine, then it is not some faraway force, but an intimate presence within us.
Always with us.
Always for us.
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