Divine Entanglement

Celebrating love and remembering the sanctity of holy union.

My beloved and I recently got engaged. After having walked through the flames of this initiation and stepping deeper into union with another, I see more clearly the divine purpose of each of these unfolding steps. This engagement marked something very significant in our relationship and in ourselves. A shift took place that reworked us. Saying yes opened a portal into a new layer of loving and being loved. It was an absolute, without a doubt choice that was made to merge with another being rather than still hold a part of ourselves as separate. I am remembering now the beautiful meaning of these rituals. Why they came to be in the first place, and what purpose they hold within the soul's journey. It is an initiation of union. Choosing to be a part of something that moves beyond yourself, for the rest of your life. The precursor to procreation. Being a partnership, and weaving life together in the most intimate and intricate ways.

These rituals of engagement and holy union are not just empty acts - although in some ways perhaps that is what they have turned it. For me, however, and for the ways I weave it within my own relationship, these acts are alive. They hold their own purpose, desires, and significance. These rituals are the forges that merge together the two into one. A complete surrender into another being. Into love. Being swallowed by it, taken, and transformed. There is no greater force of transformation than love itself. 

Now I see the utter importance of stepping through these initiations of the self/soul and the fusion of two. It is new layers being added that bring one deeper into commitment. The young soul desires independence. An independence that looks like having all the options in the world free to choose from. No commitment to any one thing because, well, what if something better comes along? The mature soul drops down into the freedom that comes from already having made your choices in life, and continuing to commit to them every day. That is something I am still unravelling within myself. In a world of endless possibilities and eternal options, it gets overstimulating. One forgets the true meaning behind the commitment. Why on earth would anyone want that? Why not keep my love “free”, and missing the actual point of what freedom in love looks like.

This movement of sexual liberation and free love I see now has in so many ways bastardized the sacredness of true intimacy and relating. The actual depth of connection between two is infiltrated by a trickster energy that calls itself love. And the experience of discomfort that is communicating to you is dismissed in a kind of masochistic martyrism. This idea that we must suffer for love only keeps us further away from our true love. The greatest freedom I have found in love is choosing my life partner, being chosen, and protecting this love that we grow like a sacred garden from which the rest of our lives bloom.

Stepping into these initiations, and true commitment is the work that is done to keep showing up, rather than run away. It puts you face to face with the things you don’t wanna see, and so never let yourself. True surrender and freedom come from jumping off the cliff and diving head first into everything you’ve been running from, that is mirrored within the eyes of your most beloved. Everything you’re divine counterpart reminds you of. Suddenly, the work that was done alone reaches its threshold, where on the other side is all that another must teach you. As is the ways of creation. As are the ancient rituals of union, and procreation. The continuation of love in life. Stepping through these flames with my love has been one of the greatest blessings I weave into my life. 

How deep does your love go? Is there any limit? Those are the boundless spaces reached in the fall. They say one “falls in love” because it really is a dive, a step taken in full trust down the abyss, and on the other side of it all, is probably the sweetest thing you’ll ever know.