- eric aspen marley
Division Is Passe, Unity Rules: An Invitation To The Masculine

Division is passe’. Unity rules.
Division is passe’. Unity rules.
Division is passe’. Unity rules.
If you are a violent person, get away from me.
I will welcome you home to life when you are ready.
But if you’re addicted to your anger, you aren’t yet.
Division is passe’. Unity rules.
With you standing outside our small group of men
We will become a solitary nucleus.
We know from sad experience that we men
Can do nothing without the Feminine.
So
With you standing outside our small group of men
We, the new nucleus
Are re-learning
How to ground down
Deep into Pachamama’s fertile soil.
We can’t force Her
We
And others of Our (un)kind
Have already tried that.
No-
This time
We come
Bearing gifts.
We supplicate.
We prostrate.
We plead.
And She will answer us
This small group of men.
We believe,
She will answer.
And when She does
We will glow
Attracting the moths of the night
That are lost-
Lost in Force
Lost in Division
Lost in Lust
Lost in Religion
They will come.
And we will welcome them
As they shed their layers
Just as we have had to do
And are still doing
They will have no past
These new men
As they come clean
And step into the fire we have created
With Her
Because…
Division is passe’. Unity rules.
And what of the Women?
Brother,
They’re already here.
They, too, have been waiting.
Not by way of gender alone
No
We are past that.
The real women-
Those that honor their sacred blood,
Laying it upon the Earth
At their own sacred trees,
That have long felt their feet upon
Pachamama’s fertile flesh
While their eyes have gazed
Pleading
Upon Grandmother Moon’s
Gentle crescent…
These women…
These that feel their wisdom aligned with
Hers
And know Her voice
And know that they do…
They’re already here.
We Men feel
Their hesitant
Yet hopeful
Welcoming.
This nucleus
That of which you -
Hateful man
Confused man
Self-righteous man
Dogmatic boy -
Stand outside
Is forming.
When you awaken
And drop your weapons
We will welcome you.
Division is passe’. Unity rules.
Rather than your guns
And your childish tales,
Bring your tool bags, brother
Because words don’t work here
Only work works.
Bring your strength.
Bring your discipline.
Bring every ounce of Love you have to give.
Because…
You’re gonna need it.
To reverse the karma of ages past
And our own karma too
(Some all too recent)
All our tools
Are well, well used.
We don’t judge you,
For we know full well your struggles
They are our own, too
So
We welcome you
When you are ready
To actively begin
To shed those heavy cloaks
And all that silly armor
Come find us.
Come join us.
Take the communion
Of the last joyful union.
Because
We have a shelter to build
For all those that need respite
From all our kind once did
A shelter built of
Honorable Masculine
Disciplined Masculine
Servant Masculine
Unified Masculine
Balanced Masculine
Not fighting the past
But using those dark incantations
Against itself
Those lessons are kindling
For the very fire that will
Burn it up
And from those ashes,
Mixed with the pure spring water of love
We will make the foundation
Of our future
And for those of our families
Our tribe
To shelter them
From the coming
Storms.
For they are coming.
This is the last time, brother.
These are the last times.
Hurry in, now.
We need you.
Division is passe’. Unity rules.
For my brothers striving for the New Unification: Michael , Erik, Thomas, Todd and Jeff, the conscious brothers I fail to name here... and those I am about to meet.
(Photo by Todd Quackenbush)