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Money and the Divine Masculine

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I recently attended a ceremony at the Tamera village in Portugal in which the officiant invoked "the healing of money." Immediately a vivid image popped into my head of a man, vast and muscular, bound to the earth with stakes and tethers, straining with every atom of his strength to free himself and rise up. Finally, in a desperate, colossal effort, he bursts free and, standing tall, lets out a triumphant roar before striding purposefully off.

I knew immediately that the man represented the divine masculine and his bonds were made of money.

What is the purpose of men? In some primitive societies they were not of much use at all. In many places women were the center of life, collecting most of the food, looking after young children, and doing the small amount of work necessary to subsist. Subsistence was so easy in many places that, as the anthropologist Marshal Sahlins put it, "half the time the people seem not to know what to do with themselves." Describing the Hadza, he notes one enthnographer's estimate that adults spend two hours a day on subsistence, the women collecting plant foods "at a leisurely pace and without prolonged labour," and the men devoting most of their time to gambling. True, the men made an important contribution to the food supply by hunting, but only a small minority of the Hadza did any hunting at all. The rest, it would seem, were completely superfluous as far as the material needs of the tribe are concerned.

In other societies, instead of gambling, the men would devote most of their time to secret societies, ritual activities, interactions with the spirit world, and so on. Theirs was the realm of the abstract; for the most part, the women and children could get along fine without them. Of course, that might change in times of warfare, but that too we might see as another men's game that bears little benefit to the material welfare of the tribes involved.

Thus it was that the great anthropologist Margaret Mead would sometimes, half-jokingly, order the men attending her lectures to leave the auditorium. "Get out -- you are all useless," she would say.

So with some small exaggeration, we might say that human life was divided between the women's world, which was central to material well-being and survival, and the men's world, which was largely inconsequential. What has happened in the millennia since hunter-gatherer days?

Today, as in the past, men are still attracted to the realm of abstraction, of non-materiality, of magic and ritual, of gambling. For example, boys spend a lot more time playing video games than girls do, and men tend more than women to fields like mathematics, accounting, and computer science. Whether or not the reason is purely "cultural," the professions toward which men gravitate help illuminate the masculine principle in our time.

One arena where all four of these male pursuits (abstraction, non-materiality, magic/ritual, and gambling) come together is money. This is most apparent at the nerve center of the money system, the hedge funds and Wall Street banks, where the "quants" -- almost exclusively men -- use computers to manipulate data, highly abstract representations of representations of representations, to make or lose vast fortunes. Their numbers -- stock market indices, LIBOR, the CDS spread --  seem disconnected from anything material, and their manipulations are conducted according to highly arcane rules inaccessible to any but the initiated.

But unlike the Hadza's games of chance or the secret societies of the native Americans, the games of the financial elites have profound consequences for the rest of society. For these numbers are not actually disconnected from material and social life; rather, they rule it. The men's world has invaded the women's world and usurped its domain.

Increasingly for the past several centuries, no function of life can be carried out without money. This abstract game of tallies and chits has taken over everything else.

Outside the extreme case of Wall Street, the same money chase prevails, subjecting men and women alike to the pursuit of numbers. The integration of women into the workforce was considered a great victory of the feminist movement, but today some who call themselves feminist still, or post-feminist, would say that it was the last and greatest insult to the feminine. What kind of victory for women is it to be permitted to join the mad chase for money at the cost of nature, culture, community, family, leisure, beauty, and health? What victory is it to have won the right to be equal partners in the pillage of the planet, which itself is the consequence of a kind of distorted hypermasculinity run amok?

If not enslaved to the pursuit of numbers that is destroying the very basis of civilization, what is the true, sacred expression of the masculine principle? What, we might ask again, is the purpose of men? What does the divine man of my vision do after he has broken the chains of money that bind him? Remember, in my vision I saw him stride off with a purpose.

Whether you are a man or a woman, I'm sure you can feel that sense of purpose or mission inside of you, whether it is in full passionate expression or deep latency. It is the divine masculine. No longer is it content with frivolities, as it may have been in the long hunter-gatherer childhood of our species. No longer, in this hour of extremity, can it be bound to a machine that turns its energies toward domination and brutality. What kind of relationship does it want to the divine feminine -- nature, materiality, family, hearth, land, community, water, and flesh?

Here is a hint: In Portugal I received a tour of Tamera's permaculture farm centered around a "water retention landscape" -- a veritable oasis in that drought-stricken land. My guide described how the engineer chose where to site the ponds: "He waited until he could see where they wanted to be." Rather than imposing an abstract design onto the landscape, he put the gift of design and the machines to carry it out in the service of that which wanted to be born. Here, an expression of the masculine -- digging big holes in the ground -- was an act of cocreative service with the feminine, and something beautiful was born.

The divine masculine wants to make love to the world. It wants to carry and protect what is beautiful. It wants to explore new territories and play beyond the edge of old boundaries. It wants to put its gifts in service with, not domination of, the divine feminine.

Nature and science, substance and form, matter and spirit, the heart and the mind... each of these relationships mirrors, in our civilization, the relationship that has subsisted between the feminine and the masculine. Science dominated nature; spirit was elevated above matter; the mind trumped the heart; substance was the mere substrate of form. Now these relationships are changing: science in service to nature, form arising from substance; spirit immanent in matter; the mind uniting with the heart.

As with any species, none of our human gifts is superfluous, not even those heretofore used to dominate and despoil. We will still play our number games, we will still play with principles, logic, and abstractions; we will still count and measure things; we will still use money. No longer, though, we will be lost in the map, disconnected from the material world the symbols are supposed to represent. No longer will we seek to force reality to conform to our maps. And no longer will money rule the world.

"Only the measurable is real," taught Galileo, setting the stage for a world in which numbers became realer than the things they counted. What was true in science was even more so in economics: what mattered was the numbers in the form of cold, hard cash. Thus it is that we celebrate the rise of a number -- GDP -- even when it comes at the cost of real well-being and even survival.

I saw the divine masculine freeing himself from bondage to money and all the rest of what Riane Eisler called the dominator paradigm. You may have tasted this freedom yourself, any time you decided to follow your passion despite the money, or to put your money in service to your passion, rather than the other way around. Money and the rest of the symbolic world is meant to be a creative instrument, a means and not an end. As a means it opens up new territory and expands the horizon of the possible. As an end, it enslaves.

The liberation from the bonds of money isn't just a psychological shift; it must also have a social manifestation. Our usurious debt-based system of necessity turns more and more of our creative energies toward servicing debt, because in an interest-based system, the debts must grow and grow, carrying all of life, human and biological, with them into the realm of money. That system is crumbling. We strain and pull against it. What would you do, if not compelled by money? Where will you devote your precious creative energy? What will you do when, with a collective roar, we all break free?

 

Image by waywuwei, courtesy of Creative Commons license. 

Comments

homeopathic?

Hey Charles, The bound man in your story, in my opinion, represents the old version of freedom. That's the nature of Saturn/Uranus in astrology. Uranus is the man in the clouds with his ideas and his dreaming and his abstractions--the perfect forms. After he has revolutionized the world by bringing "down to earth" the gifts of these realms those forms then become the new norms and eventually the outworn wine skin (to borrow from Jesus).

I believe that this current economic system is crumbling because of new visions more than I believe that "bad" or "evil" ideas are getting liberated. Your bound man example, in my mind, feels religiously inflated and ironically masculine. But then maybe that means its homeopathic? I could seriously vibe with that idea, but I don't think that homeopathic medicine is concocted without some subtle awareness of the irony of the method...

We're in another Uranian decade, so of course the astrology concurs with the idea that new innovations are replacing old outworn ones. And yet, Pluto squares Uranus in Aries from its transit of Capricorn. I would counter or complement the end of your article with a few more questions that represent not just the Uranian (new masculine/creative impulse--which will, eventually, no matter how loud it roards, become the next set of chains according to the wheel of the sky!).

What would you do if not compelled by creativity and the urge for freedom from the known? Where will you devote your precious reformative energy? What will you do when, with a collective sigh, the once new forms again contract and crystalize all over again?

 

So obviously not "you" in particular, Charles, but I guess this is how I see it. The bound man is not bound to money, he is bound to himself, and he has not yet found a way to participate meaningfully with the past and with the reality of the "other." He looks back upon the past and he condemns it. That's his problem. From this position of condemnation he believes his next new discovery will ultimately save him, maybe even save the world. The shackles are not money--the shackles are his own humanity and his deep and singular disregard for it. His disbelief that in its current complexity there is still infinite rapture.

If he can learn to create on any other basis than that of the condemnation of himself, humanity, or the past/present, then we stand a chance to move forward with grace. We'll move forward no matter what, but it will get more peaceful the more this is embodied. And this is of course not just the divine masculine, but also the divine fire and air, the divine yang, and the divine Sun energy, etc...

 

All of this being said I do appreciate the study you've presented here of the masculine qualities (air/fire--progress and abstraction away from the earth plane). Great article, and I hope this sharing of my perspective is useful to you and whoever else might read it!

Adam Elenbaas

I Would Emulate Grass

I am not Charles, but I would like to swing at your pitch:

If I were not compelled by creativity and the urge for freedom from the known, I would emulate grass.

If I could not reach such deep levels of psychic dissintegration, if I could become only merely stupid, then: I would while time in eating, drinking, and fucking.

I would not complain, and I would not mind;  I would not even know to mind.

But perhaps sometimes, I might awake from the darkness.  I might see an idea, perhaps only in a crude form -- a bit of metal, or a rock; sweet airs, and a sound.

But whatever it was, I would then become focused on that thing, that thing that I saw.

And with time, I might be fortunate enough to see another idea.

I could record it, if the idea occurred to me.

I am interested in Where the Ideas Go.

I intuit that the ideas go in the direction of The Dream.

I know this because when I see them, I recognize my own face, even though it was something that I couldn't have even imagined before.  And yet, there it is!  And my face right there in it!  Clearer than I've ever seen before!

We could live without knowing ourselves, I suppose.  But now your choice distances from my own.

where ideas go

 

I like that Lion--"I am interested in Where the Ideas Go."

I'm definitely not suggesting we give up on creativity...I'm suggesting we become aware of the unconscious, hyper-masculine religious "redemption" drive that can get wrapped up in our creative quest for the newer, better world...

 

Adam Elenbaas

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valuing men

I'm a big fan of Charles' work but I feel he's (you're) selling men short here. In the future it'll be very important, as it is in the present, to see and value the contribution of all.

imo There's a huge amount of anti-male projection going on in our post-modern world and it's a terrible burden on men, young and old, seeking their divine roots, as lovers, fathers, earners. Our time strongly favors female-centric perspectives (which is great) and shames male perspectives (not good). We've learned to see woman's light side and men's dark side, but not women's dark side and men's light side. I'm oversimplifying here.

A wise and fun, male and female positive look at all this can be found in the works of the excellent Warren Farrell, among many others. We live in a world in which to value men is seen as to subtract from women's worth, and nothing could be further from the truth.

Here's to the much deserved love and respect between women and men. <p>I'll just close with this lovely and apt poem from Clarissa Pinkola Estes, praise be to her. Sorry it's niot formatted correctly here.  

Father Earth

There’s a two-million year old man no one knows. They cut into his rivers, peeled wide pieces of hide from his legs, left scorch marks on his buttocks. He did not cry out. no matter what they did, he held firm. Now, he raises his stabbed hands, and whispers we can heal him yet. We begin the bandages, the rolls of gauze, the unguents, the gut, the needle, the grafts. We slowly, carefully, turn his body face up, and under him, his lifelong lover, the old woman, is perfect and unmarked. He has laid upon his two-million year old woman all this time, protecting her with his old back, his old scarred back. And the soil beneath her is black with her tears.

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It inspires thought

Thanks, Charles, for another enjoyable article. As a man (my best bet this time around), I'm looking for the answer to your question myself. It seems I end up in a similar field as your permaculture engineer, hoping for a similar magical emergence of my intuitive best. I'm reminded of that adrogynous gnostic ideal from the Nag Hammadi stuff, like: "When you make the two into One, when you make the inner like the outer, and the high like the low; when you make the male and the female into a single One, so that the male is not male, and the female is not female:..." (Yeshua, Thomas 22) I had 3 NDEs, and while I'm often reminded of my sex all the time, when I peeked behind the ol' life/death curtain, I can't recall having had that very particular asset on my "mind" at all... cheers, Robert

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