The Forrest Gump of Emergence prays to his goddess.
In a strange twist of traditional religion (and a morbid strain of sexual confusion) Mike, who finds himself—appropriately enough—in a kitchen, pleads for the inaccessible energy of his girl-god. No word yet on whether she heard his prayer. I dunno, maybe Elijah would ask Mike if his goddess was busy talking on the phone or pinned like a moth under a glass ceiling.
But it appears to Mike that he cannot be a man without the help of this cruel and aloof being. So he prays to her.
Perhaps a mental health professional can trace these feelings of sexual inadequacy to an embarrassing moment on a school playground when a girl pulled Mike's hair and took his lunch money. Fortunately I didn't pursue psychology and I don't have to explain any of this to you, so I leave it for your reflection and amusement.
Goddess, I can't be a man without you.
Who are You, who's been refracted so imperfectly through the women of my life?
...why is Your energy so inaccessible, O cruel archetype?
I long to know You as Mother, Lover, Friend.
But You are aloof - You play games with me.
The absence of You divorces body from soul, heart from access and flow.
In my life, I've idolized You, and I've hated You.
I want neither.
Instead, I want to flow into You - to be lost in Your warmth, intoxicated in Your sensuality, recognizing and honoring Your essence in all things.
I also want to feel like a man in Your presence, to give you my essence and have it received, with gratefulness and joy.
If you think of it this week, maybe you can send a bouquet of flowers and a consoling Hallmark card to Mike at http://www.mikemorrell.org/2012/05/weeping-with-the-goddess-in-jakes-kitchen/
Perhaps I will send a box of chocolates.
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