Serving the Goddess

The Goddess is the Source. The feminine gives life, nurtures life. The masculine serves her by putting it into action, the masculine is the force of manifestation, movement, protection.

It lies prostrate before the Goddess, and springs into power at her service. Before any men begin to feel this view is demeaning, let me assure you there is no domination, no order, no hierarchy in this holy melding. Each is needed in equal measure to create a balanced universe. The Feminine needs the masculine to serve and much as the masculine needs to serve the feminine.

Where did we get the idea that service is demeaning anyway? Service can only be demeaning if viewed that way by the one being served. So it is not the servants, but the masters who degrade that on which they depend for the accomplishment of their purpose. The Goddess is far too wise for such folly.
She recognizes the service of the masculine as the most beautiful gift she can receive and she yields to him the glorious bliss of her

encircling, the gift of her love, so beautiful that stones weep. The masculine, so embraced, is filled againwith life force to expend to the point of death in service of the Goddess.

Service of the Goddess is the source of masculinity's only true reward: freedom. Freedom lies only in emptiness. Emptiness comes only from the whole gift of all the energy a man possesses, the unrestrained, cellular expulsion of all available reserves, the blasting forth of every fiber of his being, the exploding fire of all his fuel, the ripping of his guts, bursting of his testicles, crushing bones, popping sinew, tearing muscle and melting flesh, the unmitigated yielding of all that composes his being, until he lies again, totally spent and prostrate, worshipping his glorious Goddess with all he has left—his spirit, shorn to its essence, his Love, uncontained and wholly free, feeling the ecstatic bliss of the Goddess to his core.

Only in this state is the man who serves the goddess truly fulfilled, for to be empty and free in her radiance is his only true desire. Here the man has died to the service of his Goddess, given his life force to her mission of Love, to expand the source, which will fill the man with more life force than he ever imagined he had the capacity to receive. Now free, now full, without slowing in the slightest measure, he rises, takes his leave with heart broken in anticipation of her absence, yet open in knowing of her eternal love, and throws all that composes him into service of her next mission.

Only the man who serves the Goddess can ever reach this level of fulfillment. And only the man willing to steadfastly, repeatedly, and continuously burn all of his life force in the service of her mission is worthy to serve her.

Bruce Morris, Austin TX
after attending The Grail