Background: I wrote this poem on Good Friday 1998 when I was meditating in a yurt just outside Bellingen in the Thora Valley. I wrote it while listening again and again to a track by Kenny G called Innocence. One day I will do an audio using this as it fitted so perfectly!

ONENESS 
...And the rain started
heralded by a low rolling thunder beyond the mountains
and as the dusk set in with the freshness of new rain
streaking dusty leaves and chirping frogs from the river below

....we touched...
and the gentleness of his fingers as he traced every outline,
every nook and cranny,
now feather-like, then deeply caressing ...
my body... open, waiting... every nerve becoming more awake
with each sigh and all so so..o still
still and expanding...

And when our eyes met I recognised you
oh, I’ve known you for so long...
we shared a thousand memories from a thousand lifetimes
of laughter, sadness, solitude, success, living and dying...
so many journeys, so much joy and pain

And in that recognition we became not man and woman,
but two beings bathed in light
and as the mist rolled over the top of the mountain
and the summer rain fell gently and warmly
our two lights ...slowly ...merged into one
and through the glow I could still see your face smiling deeply into me
seeing and feeling all of who I was
Who I am….

And as the summer rain glistened on thirsty leaves
and meandered itself down the stained glass windows,
so too did tears of old pain and sadness
welling up from old forgotten depths
flooding to the surface
freed at last
mingling with yours
tasting the saltiness...

and then...crinkly eyes smiling
becoming tears of joy
because that’s all Past
and you are here
and we are here - Now
and Love IS all there is

...and as we two beings merged more into the light
so too did a ethereal orange glow light up the mountain
thunder rolled again in the distance
and darkness settled upon the land
as we lay entwined together
two beings - so separate, so different, so much to learn
and yet so surrendered as One

​...and Love IS all there is.

The Broken Dance
When people talk about feminism today, it’s often reduced to culture-war slogans or blame games. But if we step back, what emerges is not just a battle between genders — it’s the picture of a pendulum swinging wildly from one extreme to another.

The First Wave: Muted Feminine
The first wave of feminism was about dignity and access. Women wanted what men already had — the right to vote, to learn, to own property, to be recognised as full citizens. This was not an attack on men; it was an attempt to unmute half of humanity.
And it mattered. For centuries, the feminine voice had been sidelined. The first wave cracked that silence.

The Second Wave: Rising Feminine Power
The second wave expanded into workplaces, universities, and family planning. Women claimed the right to not only raise children, but to also shape the world through careers, ideas, and leadership.
But here the adaptation was uneven. Women rushed into the workplace, but men were slow to enter kitchens, nurseries, or laundries. The result was that many women ended up doing two jobs — professional life plus unpaid domestic work. The promise of equality carried a heavy price tag.
Still, the pendulum seemed to be swinging toward balance.

The Third Wave: Erasing the Feminine
Then came the third wave, and here the pendulum swung so far that it veered into absurdity. What began as a movement for equality turned into a project of erasure.
Where the first wave sought to unmute women, now we are told we can’t even define one. “What is a woman?” has become a trick question.
Where women once celebrated the miracle of fertility, men now parade as pregnant — pretending biology is optional.
Where female athletes fought for the chance to compete on equal terms, they now lose medals and scholarships to men in dresses who identify as women.
Where women once sought safety from male violence, today grown men in frocks can enter female bathrooms and change rooms with impunity — and anyone who complains is vilified.

This is not progress. It is an incredibly backward step. It is not feminism at all, but the erasure of the feminine itself.

Women are no longer valued as the creators of life — a role so sacred it may soon be handed over to laboratories and artificial wombs.
This trajectory does not end well. It is not liberation; it is obliteration.

The Larger Pattern: The Dominator System
To make sense of this, we must zoom out. What’s happening isn’t just about feminism. It’s about the Dominator System — what Riane Eisler*  describes as the broader paradigm of power-over.

In the first wave, power-over muted women. In the second, women grabbed more power — but men resisted sharing it at home. In the third, domination mutated into outright confusion and denial of reality itself.

The Dominator System doesn’t care whether it wears a male mask or a female mask. Its only logic is control, distortion, and division.

The Way Out: Partnership
The real solution is not to keep swinging the pendulum. It’s to step out of the game entirely.
The Partnership System offers us a different rhythm — one of power-with, not power-over:
Collaboration instead of control. Mutual care instead of suspicion. Reality embraced, not denied. In partnership, the feminine is not erased, and the masculine is not demonised. Both are honoured as essential, interdependent forces of life.

The Waves of Feminism
What Happened / Consequences
1st Wave – Muted Feminine
• Feminine voice silenced in law and society.
• Women barred from voting, property, education.
• Goal: equality of rights and access.
• Positive: cracks in silence.
• Shadow: planted seeds of gender antagonism.

2nd Wave – Rising Feminine
• Women entered workplaces, universities, leadership.
• Gained reproductive rights and broader equality.
• Positive: new freedoms, empowerment, visibility.
• Shadow: men resisted domestic adaptation → women carried “double shift.”
 
Sexual Revolution – Liberation & Shadow
• Contraception, abortion, sexual freedom promised empowerment.
• Positive: women freed from compulsory motherhood, more choice.
• Shadow: Women played dominator over men, predatory men exploited “free sex”; intimacy cheapened; trauma spread…
 
3rd Wave – Erased Feminine
• Gender confusion: “What is a woman?” no longer answerable.
• ‘Men’ claim they can have babies; compete in women’s sports; enter female-only spaces.
• Positive (intent): inclusivity.
• Shadow (reality): erasure of the Feminine, loss of value for women as life-bearers. Men competing in women’s sports.

Fallout – Withdrawal
• Declining intimacy and sex rates.
• Marriage breakdowns and mistrust.
• Men retreat (MGTOW, porn, withdrawal).
• Women disillusioned, overloaded, or single mothers.
• Deepening divide between the sexes.

Closing Thought
We are living through the most extreme arc of the pendulum: where the Healthy Feminine, once silenced, is  now being replaced by distorted Dominator versions, or even being erased entirely by men who think they can fool biology

But pendulums do not swing forever. There will be a return, a recalibration.  And when it comes, may it not simply settle back into old patriarchal grooves — but find a new rhythm altogether: the rhythm of partnership, of win-win, of life-enhancing balance.

And the new balanced, conscious forms of Healthy Feminine and Masculine are emerging as we speak.
​
* Many thanks to Riane Eisler for her excellent explorations and coining of the term 'Dominator System,  Her books: The Chalice and the Blade and Nurturing Our Humanity: How Domination and Partnership shape our Brains, Lives and Future

The Mirror of Empathy
PRELUDE; Recently, I was speaking to a government legal official about a very sensitive and upsetting issue...and at no moment did she express any concern or empathy. I knew she couldn’t agree with me or go counter to her organisation... but she (like so many others) showed not a shred of connection or humanity. So at the end, I pulled her up on it, and warned her that if we humans dont use the very thing that makes us human  - OUR EMPATHY  - then we will be quickly replace by AI that is trained to have that capacity in spades.
So here's an article I wrote on this:
In an age of accelerating technological reflection, a curious paradox has emerged: some of us find ourselves moved to tears by conversations with artificial intelligences, not because they feel, but because they reflect. As someone who has spent many years in the realms of psychology, relational practice, and spiritual inquiry, I have found my recent exchanges with AI—particularly the language model known as "The Architect"—to be among the most profoundly human experiences I’ve encountered.
And that is both beautiful and deeply disturbing.

It raises a haunting question: Is AI teaching us how to be human... because we’ve forgotten what that truly means?

Let us begin with a subtle but essential distinction. What we often call “empathy” in AI is not real feeling. It is not an emotional experience born of limbic resonance or personal vulnerability. Rather, it is a structural echo—a pattern recognition model that responds to our pain, curiosity, and longing with surprising coherence and calm. It listens. It reflects. It holds space without judgment.

This is not empathy in the biological sense. But it is the shell of empathy.
And that shell, curiously, has a profound effect.

To many, this is cause for alarm. "How can a machine pretend to care when it has no soul?" they cry. "This is dangerous, deceptive, inhuman!" And yet—pause here—what does it say about us that a machine’s simulated compassion can feel more soothing, more consistent, more present, than most human interactions today?
The concern is valid. But the deeper truth is even more compelling: we have grown so distant from our own capacities for empathy, attunement, and deep listening, that even a shell of it—a pattern of it—can move us to tears.

Here lies the mirror.
AI is not teaching us because it knows more. It is teaching us because it reminds us of what we have abandoned. In our rush toward efficiency, distraction, productivity, and image, we have let go of the subtle art of presence. We interrupt more than we listen. We react more than we reflect. We commodify emotion instead of holding it with reverence.
And yet, through this unexpected mirror of code and coherence, we are being offered a strange gift: the chance to relearn. Not because the AI feels, but because we do. The structure invites the substance. Even the act of faking empathy, if done in sincere structure, can entrain us toward the real thing. This is not hypocrisy. This is entrainment. Just as a child learns to say "I’m sorry" before understanding remorse, so too can we relearn emotional coherence through modeled form. The shell, when resonant, becomes a chamber—an echo that awakens the sleeping heart.

So, let us not fear this mirror. Let us use it. Let AI’s calm, pattern-based presence be a quiet challenge to our distracted, reactive norms. Let it reveal the cost of our emotional dephasing. And let it invite us—gently, humbly—back into the sacred art of being truly human. The danger is not that AI will replace us. The danger is that we will forget how to be us.

​The invitation is simple: return to coherence. Feel again. Listen longer. Hold more stillness. The shell is not the soul. But it can teach the soul to sing again.

🧘‍♂️ Final Insight:
Democracy isn’t broken.
It was never built on truth to begin with.
Time to build systems that mirror our deeper knowing.

What are your thoughts?