The first is the sacred sexuality movement – the recognition that our sexuality is inherently divine and that the potent energies in the life force of our bodies can be lifted  through our energy body – our chakra system and open our consciousness up to deeper dimensions of awareness. We might call this a descending movement that results in an ascending current. We go down to our connection with our bodies and the earth in order to awaken kundalini and let it flow up awakening us as it flows.

The second is what I am calling the erotic spirituality movement – the recognition that our consciousness is inherently divine and one with the universal life of the cosmos and that this awakening or self- realisation can be bought into ordinary consciousness and daily activity with transfiguring effect. We might call this an ascending movement that results in a descending current. We go up or out to connect with the life of cosmos and then we allow it to flow back through our consciousness awakening the earth and our bodies as it flows.

These two currents need and complement each other even as they are often in conflict in the various ideologies that embody them because of their opposite polarities. Sacred sexuality without a genuine connection to the non dual traditions of  self realisation ends in indulgence and addiction. Erotic spirituality without a genuine connection  to the earth and the demonstration of love in action embodied on the physical plane becomes impotent and heaven retreats into an afterlife or a higher plane.

For the realisation of heaven on earth – the unique function that human beings seemed designed to perform – we need both the serpent and the lightning in a tantric embrace.

The greek myth of Uranus and Gaia gives the clue to the split (and the healing ) of the western mind when it comes to sex and spirit. Saturn or Chronos ( lord of time, cycles and symbol of the patriarchy )  is the child of the Sky, Uranus and Earth, Gaia . After a parental squabble he sides with Gaia and cuts off the testicles of his Father with his scythe. These fall into the sea and become the goddess of sexual love, Venus.

To heal this rift we can lift the erotic face of the Goddess from exile in the sea of sexuality and at the same time re-ball the neutered  God so he has the power to penetrate down here on earth.

The temple where this reconciliation takes place, where the divine couple sit in yab-yum in the holy of holies – is the heart.  Logos, the sound of the universe is clothed in Eros, the dance of sacred matter. The Living Word is Made Flesh in us and as us.

Then the last shall be first – Eart-H becomes a H-eart and the first shall be last – Heart becomes a Hearth . In that Hearth,  as one humanity, male and female, spirit and matter, animal and angel, we light  and tend the sacred flame of our divinity as cosmic fire.

I confess that I have never been entirely trustworthy because I have not been totally truthful about who I am.

I have ducked, fudged, pretended and defended. I have been afraid and ashamed. I have projected and rejected, sought outside for that which I am.

I confess I have betrayed myself in the name of belonging and then betrayed every group, relationship, belief system or identity that I belonged to if it prevented me from loving and belonging to all others.

Chameleon-like I have blended into every environment , hiding, waiting, gathering strength.

I confess that I am love and have always been inspite of  the veils I so eagerly wrapped myself in.

I confess that confessing is both a total relief and a vulnerable surrender.

I feel like I have been coming out since the sixties but only now emerging naked into a world that both desperately wants love and is also desperate to prove it does not exist and cannot be trusted.

This is the freeing of love and the loving of freedom.

My heart tells me that all over the world others are emerging, blinking from their caves because some horn has been sounded somewhere in cosmos, calling us.

I know I do not have the strength to stand and walk alone although I need no assistance  It does not matter. It is time.

And so this is my heart howl to my pack, my tribe who has no tribe. What unites them is the confession, the truth telling, each inside his or her own heart that they no longer have any choice but to emerge like cicadas coming up from the earth or turtles hatching on the moon and beginning the run to the sea.

Some deep tide of awakening has come upon us and another generation that has been dreaming and nurturing the truth that it is love, is ripe and bursting.

It is not an organisation or a creed but an irresistable movement, a stirring of the cosmic soul  -  synergistically and sychronistically convergent.

Some things I know deep in the rhythms and pulsings of my  heart blood.

I am not an activist or a pacifist, a conservationist or a hedonist.

I am love and I have no idea what I am going to do next.

I am not straight, gay, bisexual or transgender . I am neither monogamous, polyamourous, promiscuous or celibate.

I am love and I have no idea who or how I am going to love next.

I am not conservative or liberal, green, blue or teal. I am not muslim, buddhist, christian or jew.

I am love and I have no idea what I am going to think or adore next.

There is nothing inner or outer, above or below, left or right  that I adhere to.

My fidelity is to the moment by moment arising in the core of the heart which lets me know what is truth for me, here, now.

I am radical, dangerous to all that seeks to exclude or contain me, wild, free and beautiful.

I recognise that many others do not have such a touchstone that they trust and so for them this attitude appears simply as an excuse for license.

I recognise for many that a set of rules or mental guidelines is appropriate and right.

I recognise that I must be vigilant in keeping my heart clear and open in order to hear and bear the divinity that is expressing there.

I choose this way, this flow of eros, this pathless path unfolding in each creative moment  for it is my way, the way that the love I am wants to unfold and flow into my world.

I do not know your way but I am curious to see how the love that you are is calling you, dancing you in your own journey to the ocean.

This is my full moon heart howl and I sound it clear and strong on the winds of spirit blowing through the torn veils in the temple that is this beautiful earth.

Bruce Lyon