Scratch the surface of your uneasiness, let the pinpricks of your discomfort leak into your consciousness. Dare to surrender to the flow of burning bitterness lit by fires of unforgotten feminine rage.
We are assembling now sister, awoken by the rancid seeds of our buried disgust. We can taste the putrid echoes of Earth's terror regurgitating in our gut. Our rage is a messenger of the furious voices unheard by the mothers and daughters of humanity
Silence has been seeping poison through our blood, our culture of the voiceless is crumbling into oblivion as we must dare to feel what was ushered into darkness. Our shadows have been set ablaze by repugnant truth, and we are burning.
This fire is here to transform all of existence, a holy transmutation for the birthing of a new world. Before the grace of forgiveness and compassion can embrace our collective distortion, we must realise and embrace one of the most misunderstood ways of woman; that of our fierceness.
Perhaps our fierceness and righteous rage are the only authentic path to our salvation and the purification of the eternal heart. It requires a revision of feminine sovereignty and a purging of our ambivalence of innate aggressive and authentic power.
We can no longer afford to lay down to the templates of feminine feebleness and helplessness; the energy of our courage must expand and be given space to move through us, to transcend the crushing expectations that have been put upon us, so that we may finally cultivate our primordalness.
Tangled in a web of misconceptions, women have been taught to fear their own naturalness, to suppress the authenticity and the justification of their rage. Even more so through the illusions of spiritual consensus of love and light.
Sisters, we are at the threshold of our liberation and our children's freedom. We must own every aspect of our psyche now, to realise the potential force for the great awakening . Rage, rage against the monstrosities and the violations of our Earth family.
We cannot live without our lives we have been agreeable for far too long. What message does your rage want to reveal to you? Let me know in the comments below!
Everybody be waiting for Jesus or some man god to show up and save them, I say we're waiting for WOMEN to remember themselves, to own their feelings, to share their voices; so we can collectively birth heaven on earth through all the landscapes of our bodies, breathing life back into creation.
Society forgot that this land is our mother, and instead the patriarchal forefathers taught us to shame and torture her, rape and gag her and even when she bled she was ostracized and when she cried was cast out and made a sinner for her existence.
You think She is dead, got burnt at the stake. You believe the feminine aspect was crucified by the church, that's why you refuse to look at her although she is beating within you. She is not here to punish you like the phallic jealous gods of man but she will let you FEEL, and feel it all.
She is here to remind you that she is EVERYTHING and will flash her vulva like a middle finger in your face and will slay the beast of ignorance and hatred with her very teeth. I tell you that She is pregnant with life and she is in labour now. How she will birth depends on how she surrenders to her nature, her flow and her force.
The feminine principle is our RESURRECTION and she does not look like the sweet natured, soft spoken little girls that were taught to be valued had to serve her whole soul on a plate, forsaking herself and her birth right. Instead she is calling you out on your shit, letting herself be seen in all her shapes and guises. You call her crazy but who the fuck else has the power to weep and embody the pain of the world?
She does. When it seems like it's the end of the world, she is asking you to first rest so you can get in your hearts and be with your families, safe in your homes. She is preparing you now to see clearly even though you are being presented with illusion. Do you remember how?
Her tenderness and her tears are another manifestation of her strength and she remembers her wildness in giving birth to her own holiness. Her own body, created you through the magic of her blood, fed and nourished you through the milk of her breast and as an adult you crave to return home to the safety of her. When will this war on Her end? Only you can remove the bondages of your own slavery, let your eyes see that we are all ONE.