Comments on: The Mad Masculine http://threeintentions.com/2010/02/10/the-mad-masculine/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=the-mad-masculine Your source for everyday insights and conscious conversation Sun, 22 Apr 2012 02:38:46 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: Robert http://threeintentions.com/2010/02/10/the-mad-masculine/comment-page-1/#comment-129 Robert Tue, 06 Apr 2010 04:02:46 +0000 http://threeintentions.com/?p=290#comment-129 Perri, you speak with great wisdom and compassion, and you sum up with the perfect truth--that we all need hope. Yes, every single one of us. Bless you! Perri, you speak with great wisdom and compassion, and you sum up with the perfect truth–that we all need hope. Yes, every single one of us. Bless you!

]]> By: Perri http://threeintentions.com/2010/02/10/the-mad-masculine/comment-page-1/#comment-128 Perri Tue, 06 Apr 2010 01:00:02 +0000 http://threeintentions.com/?p=290#comment-128 I appreciate it so much that you can write so graphically about something so painful and horrible, but with the intention to move us all forward in conscientiousness. None of us has to look far to find these stories, with so many of us women being victim to male brutality in its many forms. I agree of it senselessness, mindlessness, broken-fragmented soulessness... What a concept to have these same perpetrators write about their participation and listen to the stories of victims. I know several men who seem so far from ready for this shift in their awareness and soul growth, but from a higher place of conscientiousness I imagine even some hope for this part of the human race. We all need hope for where ever we are. I appreciate it so much that you can write so graphically about something so painful and horrible, but with the intention to move us all forward in conscientiousness. None of us has to look far to find these stories, with so many of us women being victim to male brutality in its many forms. I agree of it senselessness, mindlessness, broken-fragmented soulessness… What a concept to have these same perpetrators write about their participation and listen to the stories of victims. I know several men who seem so far from ready for this shift in their awareness and soul growth, but from a higher place of conscientiousness I imagine even some hope for this part of the human race. We all need hope for where ever we are.

]]> By: The Mad Masculine, Part Two | Three Intentions http://threeintentions.com/2010/02/10/the-mad-masculine/comment-page-1/#comment-30 The Mad Masculine, Part Two | Three Intentions Wed, 17 Feb 2010 23:52:09 +0000 http://threeintentions.com/?p=290#comment-30 [...] was thinking about responses to my last blog entry, The Mad Masculine, when I read the breaking (and heartbreaking) news of Jennifer Daugherty’s death by torture in [...] [...] was thinking about responses to my last blog entry, The Mad Masculine, when I read the breaking (and heartbreaking) news of Jennifer Daugherty’s death by torture in [...]

]]> By: Robert http://threeintentions.com/2010/02/10/the-mad-masculine/comment-page-1/#comment-7 Robert Thu, 11 Feb 2010 04:06:10 +0000 http://threeintentions.com/?p=290#comment-7 Maureen, your insights and observations are powerful. As a man, I feel as if I'm being pummeled every time I read about incidents like those you describe, and I share your despair and that awful feeling that words aren't somehow enough. Then I remember that words are all we have to begin with, and they can lead us to compassion and wisdom. It's all we have, really, it's all that keeps us human. Out of our words comes the universal intention, if it is to come at all, that will turn the wounded minds and sick minds to the light, to healing. Take heart. Maureen, your insights and observations are powerful. As a man, I feel as if I’m being pummeled every time I read about incidents like those you describe, and I share your despair and that awful feeling that words aren’t somehow enough.

Then I remember that words are all we have to begin with, and they can lead us to compassion and wisdom. It’s all we have, really, it’s all that keeps us human. Out of our words comes the universal intention, if it is to come at all, that will turn the wounded minds and sick minds to the light, to healing. Take heart.

]]> By: Maureen http://threeintentions.com/2010/02/10/the-mad-masculine/comment-page-1/#comment-4 Maureen Wed, 10 Feb 2010 16:38:22 +0000 http://threeintentions.com/?p=290#comment-4 Last year, a short while after I started my blog in September, came news of the rape of a young woman in California, a rape that was witnessed by many, who watched but failed to act to stop the act. I wrote two posts about that. The incident still lingers in my mind, perhaps because the stories are so common: I taught English to a immigrant from El Salvador who was raped brutally while in high school; I opened the paper one morning several years ago to read that an artist whom I'd only just met met a horrible death at her husband's hands, meted out in front of their children, and no one had any idea she had been living a life of domestic violence; I knew another woman in the early '70s who while walking to her car one evening after meeting friends for a drink was kidnapped and driven for hours in a van, continuously raped. Who among us does know these stories? I ask the same questions. I ask how is it possible that we mothers raise our sons in love that doesn't seem enough to put an end to that primal brutal instinct? I ask how is it possible that at the same time we are assisting the injured in Haiti we are killing other human beings in Iraq and Afghanistan? I can write out the horrors in poems and prose. The words never seem enough to stop their coming. Last year, a short while after I started my blog in September, came news of the rape of a young woman in California, a rape that was witnessed by many, who watched but failed to act to stop the act. I wrote two posts about that. The incident still lingers in my mind, perhaps because the stories are so common: I taught English to a immigrant from El Salvador who was raped brutally while in high school; I opened the paper one morning several years ago to read that an artist whom I’d only just met met a horrible death at her husband’s hands, meted out in front of their children, and no one had any idea she had been living a life of domestic violence; I knew another woman in the early ’70s who while walking to her car one evening after meeting friends for a drink was kidnapped and driven for hours in a van, continuously raped. Who among us does know these stories?

I ask the same questions. I ask how is it possible that we mothers raise our sons in love that doesn’t seem enough to put an end to that primal brutal instinct? I ask how is it possible that at the same time we are assisting the injured in Haiti we are killing other human beings in Iraq and Afghanistan?

I can write out the horrors in poems and prose. The words never seem enough to stop their coming.

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