my red pill revelation
I had no idea what I was getting myself into when asked to participate in a transformational workshop called The Red Pill Weekend. As a life coach, I’m always up for any event designed to push a human being beyond their edge and into a whole new realm of their human experience. What I got to witness in this particular space, however, was beyond anything I could’ve ever imagined.
What does it mean for a man to really embrace the totality of his masculine self? The Red Pill Weekend enrolls dozens of male participants to dive deep into this question. On the surface, there are all the expectations and conditioned ways of being that have been instilled by many modern day civilized societies such as ours. And then there’s a whole world of raw maleness boiling beneath the surface and when it erupts from time to time, we call it all but what is essentially nature in the form of the masculine. We call it inappropriate, dysfunctional, and perversion. In extreme cases, we even call it criminal. Indeed, entire lines of defenses have evolved in today’s world to protect us (especially us women) from the shadow world of the masculine.
While I’m still swimming in the mystery of what it means to embrace masculinity, it’s an aspect of my femininity I felt unfolding that has me moved to tears after stepping into the red pill experience…
In a moment, a strange and unfamiliar shift occurred in me. There it was, as clear as can be, this enormous misalignment of the feminine and the masculine, with this moment being a glimpse of what is happening at a higher level in the world. I looked around the room at all the men. Some were screaming, some were silent, some were crying, some were passionately in immersed in themselves, owning themselves, in their totality, for the first time in their lives, owning every aspect of their human experience. In that moment, I got what the red pill was about.
Truth. I found myself stunned by all the truth being unleashed in that room. I showed up to facilitate in the transformation of men embracing their full selves. Little did I know I would discover a dark and hidden truth about myself. And to be honest, I’m still stunned. I’m stunned by what it feels like to own my truth and I’m stunned by this whole new appreciation for men. And not just the present woman in me, but the little girl in me, the lover in me, the mother in me, the Goddess in me, the sister in me, the victim in me, the healer in me… all feeling the light of a whole new reality. I’m not exactly sure what any of it means, but all of a sudden, there is a new-found hope. There is hope and wonder. I can’t help but wonder what’s possible now?
