I've had many encounters with Bluebeard-like energies only to learn each time that I could not live up to their expectations, I was never good enough. I wasn't perfect therefore not tolerated, but my flaws make me unique and only a true soul would be able to tell. I think I have finally come to understand this repeated past so I can leave it for what it is: the past... and just live in this moment.
Me: criatura
To you, my Manawee:
If women want men to know them, really know them, they have to teach them some of the deep knowing. Some women say they are tired, already have done too much in this area. I humbly suggest they have been trying to teach a man who does not care to learn. When men show that willingness, then is the time to reveal things; not just because, but because another soul has asked. To win the wildish woman's heart, a mate would understand her natural duality through and through, the two powerful feminine forces within a single woman.
Anyone close to a wildish woman is in fact in the presence of two women; an outer being and an interior criatura, one who lives in the topside world, one who lives in the world not so easily seeable. The outer being lives by the light of day: is easily observed. She is often pragmatic, acculturated and very human. The criatura, however, often travels to the surface from far away, often appearing and then as quickly disappearing, yet always leaving behind a feeling: something surprising, original, knowing. Understanding this dual nature in women sometimes causes men and even women themselves, to close their eyes and hail heaven for help.
The Manawee man has his own dual nature: a human nature and a dog nature. His human nature, while sweet and loving, is not enough to win courtship. It is his dog nature, his instinctual nature, that learns to overcome superficial seductions and retain the most important knowings. Masculine forces can carry Bluebeard-like or murderous sorts of energy and thereby attempt to demolish the dual structure of women. That sort of suitor cannot tolerate duality and is looking for perfection, for the one truth, the one immovable, unchangeable feminina substancia, feminine substance, embodied in the one perfect woman.
Ai! If you meet this kind of person, run the other way as fast as you can. It is better to have a Manawee-type lover both within and without: he is a much better suitor, for he is intensely devoted to the idea of the Two. He wishes to touch this most ubiquitous but mysterious combination of soul-life woman, and he has a sovereignty all of his own. Since he is himself a wildish, natural man, he resonates to and has a taste for the wildish woman. There is a Manawee-like attitude, which finds and claims a woman's duality, finding it valuable, courtable and desirable instead of devilish, ugly and to be disdained.
The most valued lover, friend, 'wilder man' is the one who wishes to learn. Those who are not delighted by learning, those who cannot be enticed into new ideas or experiences, cannot develop past the roadpost they rest at now. If there is but one force which feeds the root of pain, it is the refusal to learn beyond this moment. The creature Wild Man is seeking his own earthy woman, afraid or not, it is an act of deepest love to allow oneself to be stirred by the wildish soul of another. In a world where humans are so afraid of 'losing', there are far too many protective walls against being dissolved in the numinosity* of another human soul.
The mate for the wildish woman is the one who has a soulful tenacity and endurance, one who can send his own instinctual nature to peek under the tent of a woman's soul-life and comprehend what he sees and hears there. The good match is the man who keeps returning to try to understand, who does not let himself be deterred. Not to misuse knowledge to seize power over her, but rather to apprehend and comprehend the numinous substance from which she is made, to let it wash over him, amaze him, shock him even spook him. And to stay with it. It will make her eyes shine. It will make his eyes shine.
*-Numinosity is the relationship between other people, places, and things and the individual.
Excerpt from the book, Woman who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estés
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