EDITORS NOTE: JULY
A Masculine Perspective on the Divine Feminine
My friend Jomari, managing editor at theGirlMob asked me to write the editors note for the month of July, which is focused on highlighting men of color. As a musician and producer, observations and reflections become key in influencing the music that reflects back your experiences. While reflecting, I began to materialize and understand how my age and experiences were subject of a privilege to present space in. Especially as a Black man, with caution of my self identification. Being half Albanian and half Jamaican makes my skin lighter, but my appreciation of being alive humbly remains the same.
I called my godfather because his mother (my godmother) had passed away. She lived till 80. As a strong Nicaraguan woman, she embodied the OG Divine Feminine. My godfather reminded me of the appreciation us people of color carry for being alive passed 25. He emphasized praising her existence and our co-existing experience with her. When my mom was single, my godmother housed the village that raised me in Queens, NY. The love I have for women has remained strong as I’ve watched their enduring pain since my early youth. The divine feminine in humanity is rising, and will lift the masculine to meet her there. To accomplish this, he must submit by extending his hand in confidence up, outward and forward. An even greater extension will be possible through listening to the female voice.
Although I have witnessed her tears, I have yet to witness her battles. Through different ethnicities I have heard her story, but not experienced that pain. My pain has remained feeling helpless either by default of age or not knowing tangible solutions. I’ve prevented her from hurting herself and others but sometimes I could not. Whether it be my mother, sister, cousin, aunt, grandmother, date, crush, neighbor, classmate, teacher, family friend, or friend. Even boys and grown men have shared these experiences by the hand of other men. Some of these women will continue with this pain as if it were normal or rely on their own attempts to heal. Growing up, I believed in their need for a warrior. However, as my journey continued I began to understand the importance for a gardener, defender and nurturer just as they provided for me. Embodying all these facets of a person, they have kept me alive and sane.
Now the stories of pain I’ve heard from her all stem from an individual who has chosen ignorance and to suppress a trauma they cannot help but transmute. To be naive is to be different from being ignorant. Naivety requires manipulation or withholding of information for which you cannot be guilted for. Ignorance is a choice in which you either decide to disregard or close avenues of information. Those who are ignorant succumb to causing pain or recruiting naive people to accompany their misery.
While we are infinitely learning through our simultaneous and individual experiences we must let go of labels, devices and concepts used to communicate as individuals rather than gender roles. The divine feminine and divine masculine is in all of us. The feminine inside all of us must take periods to cleanse the spiritual debris of toxic energy made by the mistaken actions of the masculine. Cleaning your space makes you understand the power and true respect that the feminine holds.
The solution does not lie in pointing nor blaming, as blame can be depicted as a closed fist with one finger. Help has a torso, arms and open hands. Justice does not blame nor point. It holds people accountable in their space for the actions over a period of time. That is what the masculine must do for the feminine within ourselves to vulnerably strive toward.
To trust & love the energy guarding.
To trust & love the energy nurturing.
In both time (+) & space (-)
We are still kids if we are grateful to grow.
Head Up For The Mind ,
Chest Out For The Heart.
One Love
Bekim is a musician and producer. You can find this Queens native here.
