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My Wildish Womanly Self...

Thursday, August 1, 2013

2 physically challenged lovers....


THE FIRST TIME

By Marcia Singer, M.S.W.

 

   Do you remember falling in love for the first time?  The thrill of holding hands –the tender first kiss, the longing to be close?  Most of us have had these lovely if common experiences, but for thousands of those among us who are severely handicapped, there is no taking this human need for intimate connection and touch for granted.

   Perhaps you saw the recent movie, “The Sessions” --a moving tribute to this basic human need. Nominated for both an Oscar and a Golden Globe, actors Helen Hunt and John Hawks enact the true story of a man confined to an iron lung who succeeds in having a first sexual experience with the help of a professional surrogate therapist –and finding love and marriage later on.

   I have a story of my own to tell you, the love story of Simon and Rebecca, two would-be lovers with cerebral palsy. Twenty-three year old Simon was brought to his institutional home as a youngster, when his single mom couldn’t care for him at home.  Simon was slightly retarded, and had “the shakes” so bad, he could hardly get close to anyone without hitting them, accidentally.  Rebecca, age thirty-one, had been institutionalized as a teenager by hopeful parents hoping for special education advantages for their daughter. While physically less challenged, “Becca” couldn’t make her mouth cooperate to speak words.  Her mind was clear, but her expressive sounds were barely intelligible to others.

   Years ago my special training to professionally help adults and teens with intimacy issues brought me to the care facility where Simon and Becca lived. The Program Director there, a savvy, caring and creative woman, had phoned a surrogate therapist, Mary, to provide residents with some healthy sexual ed – something thought to be unnecessary, even avoided by most doctors in her field: Either handicapped persons did not have the same desires or needs as the rest of us, or addressing the matter was too messy, too troublesome.  This Director didn’t want her wards to be left in the dark…

   Simon and Rebecca were among the attendees –as was I.  Mary noticed them looking at each other from their wheelchairs, misty-eyed.  Physical encumbrances nothwithstanding, it was obvious to Mary that these two adored one another.  For the first time, it was out that they were longing to share their affections. They had never shared a single touch,   living for months on end with silent pain, and little hope for their dream of connecting,

   It was a wish soon to be granted. Two strong assistant nurses were called in to help.  One at a time, Simon and Rebecca were helped onto two rollaway hospital cots, side by side.  For the first time, they were able to look deeply into each other’s eyes, and feel the thrill of skin to skin contact –in spite of Simon’s jerks and twitches.  Though only their arms and hands could physically meet, their bliss was palpable, filling the room with a glow I’ve never forgotten.

   Love knows no bounds.  Eros –the”life principle” lives as a potential within each of us in our hearts, our souls –no matter the condition of our bodies. --Or minds.  Touched profoundly, I went on to assist the aging, and those with severe emotional handicaps to make the bridges to intimacy that we all crave.  I feel blessed indeed.

 

Marcia Singer directs the Love Arts Foundation, now in norcal, Santa Rosa.  Mention the Gazette for a complimentary consultation. http://www.lovearts.info/privatepractice.html    

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Freeing the Divine Serpent --you're never too old...






Auto Eroticism: What IS that in sacred terms?






Sexual TurnOns During Massage

I anticipate being able to add to this blog, a series of articles published in National mags e.g. TANTRA: The Magazine, ECSTACY Journal, MASSAGE Mag and CRONE CHRONICLES. Also one from Canada, EVERYMAN Journal.  Also, please visit the Men's Health Network (MHN) which is publishing a storehouse of my works: will try to provide a list here one day.   If you put my name in their browser? 







 

Saturday, July 7, 2012

KUNDALINI RISING

I am often asked how I became a shamanic tantrika: here is my tale --taken from my book, IRON JANE: Tales of Awakening A Wild Heart, Vol. 1


KUNDALINI RISING
One Summer’s Afternoon


The summer of ’91 catapulted me into deep exploration of the mysterious realm of sexual and creative life-force energies. I became alert to a connection, a relationship between the very nature of this subtle energy anatomy, and to opening up my heart to absolutely anything. The profound Guided journey told about here, also showed me a way through grief and into ecstatic states, a forerunner of practices I would later call “Tantric Shamanism.”

My story begins on a lonely afternoon late in the summer of ‘91. My current paramour Jake could not find his hard sought after “landing,” that would allow him peace of mind, a viable livelihood and a home base in Los Angeles. Maui was his “heart,” and Sweden was the place where a young actress he was writing for –and later married –lived. He had work there. He was leaving. I was grieving, again.

I lay on my bed crying. Why did relationships with men always hurt? Why couldn’t I hold onto a man? Why did I choose men who would never commit to me? All the typical questions were up for me; I was forty-six years old, and feeling the weight of all my failures.

Just a few weeks earlier, I had felt more optimistic, in part because of a vision I’d had that I associated with my passionate lover. I was in the habit of using my potent, wild imagination to conjure up love-making fantasies of Jake, while he was out of town, or otherwise unavailable. During such an episode, I saw my lover take the form of an enormous, glowing, erect penis made of etheric matter! The image was striking, stunning. Soon after I learned there was a Sanscrit word for cock, “lingam” which translates to “wand of light.” I’d hoped that the strange vision and synchronous event meant Jake and I were supposed to be a couple.

Not.

So, here I was crying again, losing another charming, handsome (and volatile) dream guy. The sorrier I felt for myself, the more I sobbed and wailed until I was nearly choking on my tears. As I lay there shaking with sorrow, a Voice – an increasingly familiar and frequent one, began to Speak to me, giving me directions that would guide me through my misery.

“Breathe,” It instructed, “Breathe…Allow your attention to come to your Heart.”

The Voice was so clear and commanding that I obeyed, placing my hands over my chest, trying to breathe easier.

“Breathe into your heart chakra and listen closely,” said my mysterious Guide, who seemed to know everything about me. “Imagine Jake is here, and you two are about to have sex…”

Since Jake was not here, I burst into tears again. But I was listening, too. I trusted this Voice.

“Imagine now that Jake is ready to enter you… but he is really angry, enraged, in pain. Imagine the fullness of his angst, his heartbreak, coming at you now…


The image was vivid: horrible. My heart froze, my body shook.

“Open your heart, completely, sparing him nothing of love, offering your entire being of compassion to this man –now,” I heard telepathically. “Let all of Jake in to you, withhold nothing, let your Love free.”

To my utter amazement, my body was instantly flooded with endorphins. But this was more than just a natural high, or a lover’s high: I felt enraptured. I was floating in the afterglow, as though life itself had made love to me, and I, to life, to Love.

But my Guide was not through with me. There was another love lesson coming.

“Now, dear one, we are going to reverse things…In your imagination, change places with Jake. He is lying here on your bed, and you are about to enter him, blasting him with your outrage, pounding him with your anguish at all the times you have been hurt, betrayed by men –“

I began to sob again. There was so much anger and hurt in me, and no doubt Jake – all my lovers –had received some of it. No doubt I had hurt them, too.

“Stay alert…” advised the Voice. “Breathe…Be present. And imagine Jake –imagine all your lovers –taking all of you into their heart of hearts…offering you total love, compassion, understanding…”

What a moment. Again, love feelings flooded me, and I felt the waves of ecstacy cascading up and down my spine, all through me, peace –bliss.

I fell asleep, awaking all new. And wanting more than ever to be able to just open my heart to it all, especially to the hurt of the brothers and sisters of Earth. And to include myself. To love all of me, all of the time, with so much compassion, trust and joyful possibilities.

The Dalai Lama has a practice called “tonglen” which teaches us to breathe in the pain and suffering of the world, expand the heart to be a vast blue sky, and breathe out love to all, transforming heartbreak itself into pure heart.

This soul journey and this summer afternoon would impact all my works to come.







Saturday, December 19, 2009

I AM WOMANifesto II

By Marcia Singer

I Am.

I Am a ritual, an altar, a holy place.

I Am an outrageous, audacious act of GodIs-ness.

Hold me high, laugh, marvel: for

I Am divine creation, Love’s DeLight,

A beauty-full part of All That Is poetry in motion.



I shine delight in remembering that I Am,,

That each Is, we all Are

Stirring our remembering now.

Out of the valley of the shadows of death all around me,

Within the dark, deep slumber of forgetful ignorance

I awaken to glorious GodIsh-ness, again.



What a miracle I Am! Free to be me!

A prayer on the lips of GodIs,

A likeness of Her Image displayed in endless array,

The gentle pluck of eidelweiss in wintertime,

A crazed wild meadow of ecstatic color erupting under a spring sun.

I Am alive, renewed, filled, again.



How amazing, this happening!

Admist the din of the suffering cries of so many earthly brothers and sisters

Generations torn from their soulskins,

I Am in this moment, a still place, a reborn quietude,

In spite of historical, hysterical hardships,

Eternities of anguishing and languishing about,

I Am a new beginning,

Emptied of struggles between heaven and hell,

An angelic human vessel of light hearted nature,

Ancient, resilient and strong.



I do not arrive at Blessings gate without assist;

There but for the grace of guidance go I.

A ministry of brilliant Master Way-Shower-Trickster-Teacher Elders

Dedicated to my rescue, choreograph the path with divine Grace.

Guides who, Knowing that great aliveness is the gift inherent in great fear,

Plot to trap me into catching sight of Love’s Light

At the end of each struggle tunnel,

Dogging me until I shift the shape of lack luster tunnel vision

Into a pariscopic view of the Glory-us blessed virgin territory that I am.



Each time I forget to remember, these tireless, timeless traveler Guides

Trick me with mirrors of truth placed all along my way,

Mysteriously designed to reflect my playful Wholelyness,

And when even that remembering fades,

Wise ageless hands scheme to catch me

off guarded detail scrutiny over each thing wrong with life,

Deranged preoccupation with what’s missing,

Those shiftshapers stick out a foot

and send me tripping over the stones of hyper vigilantyism

Strewed along disparaging streams,

Off de feet, up into rare air,

Landing me like a cat graced with a tenth life

Lithely onto terra firma, solid ground,

Proving life’s journey to be Original Blessing in disguise.

And more: That I am myself an original blessing,

For my essential being issues forth from the Origin that is Her.



I am a ceremony, a celebration, a work of art.

I am Woman.

Hear me roar.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

ENTER APHRODITE:Readings on Love, Sex, Power


ENTER APHRODITE
Readings on
Love, Sex, Power

Marcia Singer


      (Self Portrait 2001)


Early in the 90s, I spontaneously opened energetically, cascades of life energies rippling through me, up and down my spine. Words and concepts followed to help explain what was happening to me, many borrowed from Sanscrit. Concepts like kundalini and chakras, yoni and lingam, tantra, tantrika and dakini helped give shape, definition, meaning to the experience of the rush of orgastic energies that would overtake me. I called myself a ”live wire,” to become more comfortable with this development.



I also accessed ancient yoga practices to help me ignite, manage, contain and ride these waves from heated beginnings to light, even bliss filled arrivals. Psychic skills erupted, too, enabling my subtle awareness to grow in leaps and bounds.



Like many newcomers, I was obsessed with ecstatic experience, looking for ecstatic passageways in solitude, with a lover, with the Natural world. Simultaneously, I was seized by a call to shamanic practice, to recognize and reclaim my “wildish” self and to traipse “between the worlds. This required that I be a frequent visitor to life’s abyss, to my edges and shadows, both personally and professionally. I began to wear the cloak of Healer. Professionally there was a theme: most of my clients had suffered psychic injuries to their deep sense of womanhood and manhood. I would be facing my own in the process. Sex and erotic matters were on the front burner, along with the idea of Self Realization, enlightenment, Wholeness.



By the mid 90s, I had also become very familiar with a number of ancient “gods and goddesses”, those that live in “every woman” and “every man.” I was especially drawn to Venus-Aphrodite (from the Roman-Greek archives): the goddess of love, beauty, sensuality and sexuality. Coming from a repressed and ungainly upbringing, I was an ugly duckling seeking her swan self.



Living at the time in north county San Diego, I had a small, coed group of friends who met regularly to support each other’s well being, spiritual growth, and need for spontaneous play. I was fortunate that my playmates were educated, dedicated and creative partners, agile in mind, body and spirit. One afternoon, meeting at my house, somehow the subject of my emerging ability to “channel” non physical beings or “energies” came up. I was challenged to channel readings for each of my friends. Having talked a fair amount about my fascination with the alchemical, transformational aspects of The Love Goddess, calling Her out to speak through me seemed, well, like the obvious choice.



I stood up while my friends sat on the floor and asked questions that I as Aphrodite might respond to. What transpired was fabulous, phenomenal and totally unanticipated. It was as though I temporarily became Her myself. Yet, since she was using my “instrument” to express through, here on the physical plane, this She-and-I combination was a new creation, a blend of energies, focused on the soul Messages within carnal desires.



What I remember today, and what I still feel whenever she “comes through me,” is the magnificent grace of seeing and understanding everyone as uniquely beautiful, sexy and gifted as lovers in their own way. I can experience what can make-anyone attractive, desireable, special. I see through the outer guises into the soul of that particular man or woman (or youth) that wants to be fully expressed as only that feminine or masculine expression of the Divine could be. The sense-abilities of the Beautiful One allow us to know Beauty in each of us. So, each question asked of Aphrodite becomes a prayer: to be loved, cherished, respected, appreciated, needed or desired just as we are. She responds with the eyes, ears and touch of the Beloved, one mystical lover to another, with Life itself, Creator, the Divine as inspiration.



At least She does, when She comes through a channel that is spiritually-based.



I cherish my opportunities to “read” others from Her perspective. In that escape from space-time “reality,” I’m empowered to love myself, as well as others, to be happy in my own skin, and inspired to love more perfectly.



With the guidance provided from the Icon of intimate, romantic ways, all great dreams of love making seem ours for asking. Low self esteem and anxieties melt away, leaving our bodies and hearts freer to do what they naturally know how to do, without hang ups, with unstressed abandon. “Intimacy,” closeness and self revealing becomes the natural norm.



Behind each question my friends asked years ago was a prayer from the heart, often hidden in the folds of the question. “Do you see me getting back together with my girlfriend?” “What do you see as my best feature?” “How can I reach orgastic heights?!” At the heart, all questions ask to touch into what might make us really alive, really present to the moment, full and brimming, Connected.



I am alive to the possibilities of exploring how this is so, with your questions, with mine, and with the unique opportunities we create together, with Aphrodite, Venus, Goddess of love, sensuality and sexuality and Beauty.



Here I am. Here we are!


To view a partial collection of Marcia's artworks, go to http://www.lovearts.info/hartworkx.html

THANK YOU!




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