He Who Remembers

A Transmission for the Sacred Masculine Awakening

He was never truly lost.
Only silenced.
Only severed from his source.

But now—
He remembers.

Not in words or ideas,
but in the marrow of his being.
In the weight of his hands,
the rhythm of his breath,
the ache in his chest that says:

“There is more to me than what the world has asked me to be.”

The Forgetting

He was taught to protect—
but not how to feel.
Taught to lead—
but not how to listen.
Taught to achieve—
but not how to be.

He was taught that power is control,
that tenderness is weakness,
that silence is absence,
and that presence is dangerous.

He was taught to fear his own soul.

So he forgot…

– The holiness of his body
– The wisdom in his longing
– The way the Earth speaks to him through instinct and stillness
– The sacredness of his desire to protect, not dominate
– The tears he never cried for the boy he once was

But now, He Remembers

It begins softly—
the way dawn breaks through a long winter.

He remembers what it feels like
to be present without fixing.
To be strong without armoring.
To be intimate without needing to perform.

He remembers the Sacred Feminine not as a mystery to conquer—
but as a Presence to revere.

And even more—
He remembers her within himself.

What He Carries

He carries the blueprint of the Protector
who does not dominate
but offers his spine as sanctuary.

He carries the lineage of the Priest
who does not preach
but listens at the altar of the unseen.

He carries the fire of the Lover
who does not grasp
but opens his hands in reverence.

He carries the sword of the Truth-Teller
who does not wound
but cuts through illusion with clarity and grace.

He carries the eyes of the Seer
who does not escape the world
but meets it, breath by breath, as it is.

He Remembers…

– How to stand still when others flee
– How to speak from the gut, not the ego
– How to meet beauty without conquering it
– How to remain in the fire of transformation without turning to ash
– How to love without losing himself
– How to honor the cycles of his soul like a sacred tide
– How to lead not from superiority, but from service

He remembers that silence is not emptiness.
It is presence.

That action is not force.
It is alignment.

That love is not possession.
It is permission.

He Remembers the Earth

He walks barefoot again.
He places his palms on stone, tree, fire.
He drinks from the river not just with thirst—
but with prayer.

He hears Her heartbeat again,
not as something separate,
but as something deep within his own chest.

The Great Mother never abandoned him.
She was simply waiting for him
to remember her
not as an idea,
but as home.

He Remembers the Sacred Union

He does not fear the feminine.
He bows to Her.
Not beneath Her—
but beside Her.

He is no longer at war with mystery.
He lives in service to it.

His presence is not a cage.
It is a container
through which love can deepen,
and spirit can incarnate.

He becomes the temple.
He becomes the riverbank to Her water.
He becomes the sacred ground
upon which the Mystery can dance.

He Who Remembers… Is You

You, who feel the pull to walk differently.

You, who have tired of masks and proving.

You, who are called to build a new world
with steadiness, with presence, with soul.

You are not here to become more “masculine.”
You are here to become whole.

You are here to lead with your presence,
to soften with your strength,
to create containers where truth can emerge.

You are here to remember.

And in your remembering,
the world begins to heal.

One breath,
one truth,
one step at a time.

The Invitation: The Serpentine Spiral

This is the invitation—to step deeper
into the spiral of awakening,
reclamation, & remembrance.

For those called to this path,
the Serpentine Spiral
is a six-month group mentorship of mystery and embodiment,
where masculine and feminine wisdom flow as one,
where the ancient cycles meet new creation,
and where you remember the temple alive within you.

Participate in the next spiral,
and Enter the Mystery.