The Wounded Warrior is the battle-weary soldier who refuses to ask for help. He carries his war-torn memories and daily physic bombardment in his body, not allowing anyone to come too close. He remembers a time, long ago when woman was able to tend to him, a time when they were one. Long, long, long ago, the great man and great woman were as one being, standing side by side in equality - strength, power, truth, authenticity, infinite and divine love – a melded heart and shared soul.
She was the only one, who could offer solace and rest bite from the onslaught, but now that possibility of ‘knowing the ways’ have been forgotten, so he carries it all, alone, until the end of time. This transmission opens him to the possibility that woman can tend to him again, but first, he’s got to believe that he is worthy and that she can find him beneath his armour.
This transmission is for both men, and women with either an overtly strong masculine presence or a woman feeling into the kind of space she would hold for her man.