As I spend time with the energy of each sin, I’ve realized they all function as a unique distraction. A gateway into escapism. The beauty of the Femme Fatale is recognizing the pain and embodying the pleasure. The unskillful application of both men and women is denying, suppressing or avoiding the circumstance that is meant to be accepted.
To put it simply, to hack the system or “transcend” the present moment is complete acceptance. In its own right it is surrender. Denial, questioning, judgement creates a perception of separation. This puts a rift in the frequency and fragments the psyche.
Friendly reminder :) we’re not on the path of perfection, just progression.
The idea is to release the story of rejection and become the observer. From there, take action from a position of neutrality. The challenge is to look at the nature of each sin and work with it, not against it.
In modern terms, I’d describe the path to enlightenment as being unbothered.
Lust
The ultimate guilty pleasure. A sensation that feels good in the body, but wrong in the mind.
Lust is the figurative crossroads roads between the higher path and your lower nature.
The animal and sophisticate in an argument. Impulse and rationality in debate. I want, but I can’t on repeat.
The root of lust is dissatisfaction. In extreme forms it’s restless. A mind that can’t focus. An itch that can’t be scratched. Desires that energize but once fulfilled… permeate lack.
Lust is instant gratification in the little red coat deceiving you of long term satisfaction.
For those willing to delay gratification, I noticed it’s the high of getting away with something. A secret triumph. Lust is sexy in secret, shameful when revealed.
I’d argue it’s one of the most recognizable deadly sins. Sex, infidelity, impulse even desperation come to mind.
How would I describe the energetic signature?
Width without depth
Masculine Experience
Unsatisfied.
Seeking pleasure as immediate gratification to distract from the pain of long term gains.
Lust’s underlying signature with the masculine is fascinating… It’s one of victory. In the skillful application it’s embodying discipline as the path to freedom. A win for choosing purpose over indulgence.
The unskillful application is a sneaky conquest. A game of risk. Freedom now defined as breaking the rules or coloring outside the lines. The win is putting your hand in the cookie jar and not getting caught.
One expresses freedom as a derivative of responsibility. The other expresses freedom as breaking from restraint.
Each display indicates the masculine craving to live life on the edge. There’s no other way to flirt with potential, reveal his character or gage his performance of purpose.
Walking the tight rope or standing at the edge of a cliff, is a test. That thin line of balancing his body with nature is a testament of character.
Some prove themselves with laser focus. They have both feet grounded and will walk away in the face of distraction. For others proving he can still keep one foot planted as he chases the thrill of dangling one foot over the edge.
The invitation is to transform dissatisfaction into satisfaction. Some men buckle down and focus on the end result. Risk is not reaching the destination. True satisfaction derived at the end.
Others unsatisfied with the path seek satisfaction along the way. Order and expectation day in and day out feels like insanity. Risk is staying in a box and always playing safe. True satisfaction is balancing the order and chaos on the path.
No matter how you slice it, lust finds home in the restless. How one chooses to refocus is how we judge the masculine.
Enter Scarlett
The epitome of the Femme Fatale.
It’s easy to reduce Scarlett and her appeal to sex. But that’s rudimentary. What’s the real secret to her magnetism…?
Pleasure and freedom.
What you’re witnessing is a woman granting herself permission to be in pleasure.
The elongation of her breath, her eye contact, her touch… that drawn out tempo is mesmerizing in itself. Living in a society that is rushed, stressed and ruled by a to do list, women have begun to operate in a staccato. A masculine resonance.
Scarlett gives herself permission to take as long as she needs getting ready. She makes decisions based on the experience it will provide her. She is unafraid to walk if it’s not longer fulfilling.
Scarlett feels juicy to be around because she’s uncompromising on what drains her. As a result we see a woman who is free to decide what works for her and what doesn’t.
Scarlett has the awareness that pleasure is found in the present moment. This brings the masculine into deep awareness, focused on the now.
How does she do it exactly?
She milks every moment.
There are women who’ve taken these principals of lust and direct the focus to the act of sex. She’s transferred the captivation of beauty into the distraction of fornication. The biggest difference is presenting herself as someone he should “do” vs a woman he has the opportunity to experience.
Whether the man realizes it or not he exasperates his own restlessness. Instead of focusing on the pleasure of the moment, he separates himself with the idea of escape (even if just for a moment) His whole self doesn’t come in pleasure (pun intended), only a fragment. This is why sex or even the idea of it virtually is never satisfying. He’s fragmented into several pieces not accepting all of them.
He’s running. He’s escaping. He’s not free.
He’s lost the presence and his liberation.
Scarlett reminds him that every moment is a choice: to own your desires, delight in the present and take pleasure in what’s available. Her captivation is her entire being; her essence and mind basking in what feels good. It’s her liberation that reminds us lust is pleasure waiting in a cage to fly free.
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