Meditate a Woman

Meditate a Woman

Meditate a Woman

So often meditation is considered a practice. Something you’re ought to do while walking a spiritual path. Something you should be practicing daily. But meditation is a feminine phenomenon. It can’t be approached with a masculine attitude.

Meditation is something you can only invite. Court. Wait for. Not enforce or subdue. You need to learn the art of softening. Of extending your heart and allow. Allow her to happen, occur – to you.

One might say the sun rises every morning. It is somewhat of an expected phenomenon. Yet, for lovers, for those who have been touched by the presence of love, a sunrise is something completely different. It is a poem, a reminder and a song of the one merging into the two. The kiss of the ocean longing for his beloved as she rises into the infinite sky. Shining her light, offering of her brilliance, bestowing her life-giving smile.

You might sit to meditate in search of an inner sunrise. But without a receptive heart, a poetic spirit, even if your heart will be illumined by the presence of the sun, all you’ll notice is the absence of darkness.

Inviting meditation into your life has to be similar to courting a lover. A thrilling ride of anticipation. An excitement to know that when I sit here, offering the vastness of my loving heart my lover actually might come and visit. An excitement. A feeling of the sweet sensation of waiting. A wait, a longing that is outside of your capacity to express in words.

Meditation, in her femininity, appears as a silent visit of the fragrance of blossom. Suddenly, you notice her presence. She is just suddenly there. Not in an instant, but as a prolonged flavorful descent of the moon. She strolls into your life, into your awareness. The air feels different, the sounds of the roaring see transform into a whisper of ecstasy. You soften. Relax. You allow your heart to simply receive. Then, and only then, she’ll bestow her grace unto your open hands. Then, and only then, her beauty will be reflected through your shimmering consciousness.

Meditation is not a practice. It’s really not something you have to do. Please stop meditating. It is truly unnecessary. But... if you feel her calling. If you feel an unexplained urge to fall in love with yourself, with the winds and the clouds of your own spirit. Just sit. Just allow, just let her, she... will find you.

Category: Consciousness
Kai Karrel is a spiritual teacher, a practicing medium, and the Founder of the Celestial Heart Church. He advocates for the sacramental usage of entheogenic plant medicine in support of spiritual development and the evolution of consciousness. He is also the author of Prayerful Heart, a channeled book of invocations and prayers planned to be published later this year. Kai lives with his beloved wife, Jade, in Tulare, California.