Dear Brothers-In-(My)-Arms: What has been referred to as "the natural order" is not natural at all. Men were created as fierce protectors of what is holy, what is sacred, what has lasting value in this world, and the next. Men deserve a chance to release guilt, sorrow, shame and realize love, joy, tender bewilderment.
Your culture and your ancestors have embraced war and oppression instead, and no matter which end of the sword you find yourselves on, it is time to let go of it, in exchange for the mantle of your divine service, an armor greater than any chainmail. A protection fiercer than any weapon you can weild.
Your medicine woman counterpart, is there to hold you in your ache, while you process the violence out of your cells, and feel the grief, trauma and pain beneath the toxic masculinity program that has replaced your true presence.
Even while you finally allow yourself to weep, she is there to sing your tears back into the Mother Ocean.
Even while you let your body tremble out the terror of the violence you have witnessed or engaged in, she is there to dance it into the ground or the fire or the sky.
Even while you kneel before the great and awful collective anguish caused by eons of hatred, she kneels with you and prays at the walls of Jerusalem that it may fall before the light of heaven.
The awakening feminine and masculine need each other to attain full embodiment as divine humans in a world that believes it is merely animal.
But brothers, you know this.
You are loved.
You are felt, acknowledged and welcome.
Bring your rawness. Bring your vulnerability. Bring your tears, and see what miracles happen because of your ultimate courage: to lay down your arms and hold the field of protective, fierce love that only the sacred masculine can understand.
You stand not alone in the face of encroaching armies. But with an entourage of medicine people of both/all genders, united in purpose with you, all over the world.