By Marcia Singer, MSW
One of the most intriguing aspects of being a psychic sensitive, for me, is being thrust into times and spaces, worlds and dimensions that exist outside of our given time-space “reality.” Even more captivating are the insights that come, and better still, spiritual wisdom --i.e. love teachings-- to be gleaned from these forays into The Beyond.
The other day, while in a phone consultation with a young woman, I saw a scene that appeared to be a small village in a distant land, long ago. Most everyone wore while cotton muslin attire, with hints of color in scarves, belts and accessories. The village was quite neat and clean, if very modest in means. There was a strong religious scent in the air. Into my view appeared a young woman in her late teens, curled up on a simple cot bed, crying softly to herself, alone in the room. There was a large, gooey wet spot where sperm had fallen onto her right thigh, and onto the bed sheet. “Uncle” had just left, having had his way with her. It was so distasteful, even painful this time. She had tried to pretend otherwise.
As I looked into the scenario, more history and meaning arose. Apparently many of the girls in the village were tutored in preparation for this sexual servicing role, often from an early age. It was considered her duty, if her family --her father in particular, wished it, and mothers were encouraged to go along. It was considered as her duty under Allah-God, to obey her parents, and the leadership of the village --all males. “Imams.” As I said the word, my client uttered that her family is Arab(ic), confirming my vision.
I looked some more. Apparently, girls were earmarked for sexual services for a number of reasons. If she was pretty and desirable, any “uncle” who “needed” her services, was welcome to it, to relieve his tensions, stress. Also, if she was especially suppliant and pleasing, she might bring favor from men of power including money, food, goods to the household. Many were poor, and the extra help was seen as necessary to survival. Thus “honor” was brought to a woman, and to her father, mother and household if she was chosen and ‘delivered’ the goods.
It was not permissible for women to complain, even to one another. Everyone played the game that Allah had decreed this “sacred duty.” Male privilege was disguised as -- what? Tradition, ownership, divine right.
I viewed the young woman sadly left to her own devices. The “uncle” who had come had taken her in his usual brusque, unskilled manner, leaving without so much as a ‘thank you’ to return to his work world. A man in his thirties perhaps, I felt him to be frustrated at home, attracted to the teenager, wanting in his own way to satisfy her with his manly ways…. He also seemed to want rights to her --which was not believed to be in conflict with being married and with children. She was a beautiful young woman.
I got that few of the men in the village knew anything much of women’s needs --they were usually preoccupied with relieving their itches, and wanting to feel the women beneath them succumbing --yes, ‘wanting’ them, too, sometimes. There was such an uneven power display that few women got to experience loving partners --although it did happen for some: those more evolved, more heart-centered, who felt “luck” had penetrated their alliances.
Bearing witness to all this, I was struck by the lack of real communication between the sexes in this community, even the lack of communication available within the genders: the whole system was based on male dominance and female subservience, with some unholy notion that Allah was ordaining this arrangement, and that was pleasing to Him…. Him. Certainly not Her.
Further, the human need for real love, kindness, closeness was being thwarted in so many households. Intimacy was scarce, because so few could bring any ‘presence’ to relationships. Even parent-child relations were tainted by the power roles allotted to males and females, and the posturing of both to satisfy religious beliefs.
I was struck by something else, too. Remembering Deena Metzger’s writing in the 80s about “The Holy Prostitutes” of Greek and Roman times, about the women who dedicated themselves to priestesshood to perform sexual rites of congress to “take the war out of the men.” [I had seen myself in that role several times, and clients of mine did, as well. ]The men --usually soldiers or statesmen-- came in an honorable manner, bearing gifts to the temple. They were ritually bathed before being brought to a priestess to “make love” with her, her leading him. Never was he allowed to see her face, to personalize the sexual alliance: Indeed, it was ONLY for the purposes of cleansing, clearing the slate, purification, to allow the man to return to his world renewed.
The village in my Vision was so off the mark: “missing the mark” being the early Greek definition of “sin.”
Missing the mark, off the path -- of Love, seeking and not able to find, underneath all the rules, the fears, the desperate attempts to control the sex lives of both the men, and the women, by giving unlimited choice to the men, and no choice to the women, except to silently obey or be ostracized - or worse, mutilated or slain.
And it is still going on, in so many places around the globe… in one form or another. Seking love in all the wrong places, if seeking it consciously at all.
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Marcia Singer originated of the Love Arts Foundation. She is available to book readings, healings, coaching or counseling sessions in person in Santa Rosa CA or by phone. Trips back to L.A. and San Diego hoped for in 2010. Classes can be arranged to your interests and tastes. Thank you --for being.
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