Over the weekend I watched a documentary called Saudi Arabia Uncovered; in one of the segments in the movie they covered the rights of women and as usual, all I could do was cry. Women are not allowed to go to the doctor without the accompaniment of a man, they are not allowed to drive cars and even if the woman is a victim in an altercation it requires reporting to the authorities from a male relative. If this wasn't sad enough the part that really disturbs me is this: many of these women -- the women who have been shut up and shut down for the entirety of their lives -- do not even know they are being repressed they FEAR FREEDOM.
That's fucked up.
I can't wrap my heart or brain around the idea that ever in history we were naive enough to claim that one sexual orientation is better than another or one race is more superior than another or .... that women don't fucking matter.
We are running a potion part on October 22nd and I am humbled at the interest especially becasue we advertised it with the witchy'est photos and the most magical lingo and the humans are eating it up -- we are craving this connection, this power, this healing as a whole. It got me thinking about history and how once upon a time women did gather and they did create magic and they did craft potions and prayer and healing and then they were shushed. They were forced to go underground or they were burned alive. Sadly this oppression continues all over the world today -- women being silenced, beaten, abused, going to JAIL FOR BEING RAPED, afraid to speak their truth etc. Even here, at home, in free-thinking Canada I hear comments of sexism, sexual innuendoes and female repression on the daily.
Enough is Enough.
For a long time in my life I didn't feel powerful as a woman. The word "femininity" conjured up an image of a subservient house wife who did as she was told, kept quiet, served the world like a martyr and forgot about her own needs. She was weak to me. She was voiceless and useless. She was sad and her dreams were never to be fulfilled becasue was so busy pleasing the world with who the world told her she ought to be.
I remember the day this uncomfortable conversation came up in therapy but I also knew on a deep level that I had exhausted the way I was living and something had to change. And so I made it my mission to get to know the divine feminine -- my version of her -- not the version I have been told to believe in. I made it my priority to sit with femininity and shed the layers down to the core to discover what our connection could become.
This work changed my life.
As I looked at her I saw less and less of "sweetness and passive beauty" and more and more and MORE fierce, almost frightening qualities. She is an animal at her core -- her heart is made of wild-beast-like-venom -- she has a fire in her soul and a rage building up from too many moons of being hushed. She is soft and vulnerable and open and yet she is dangerous and strong and piercing in her gaze. She is nurturing to herself and others and also infinitely inviting; that was until you fucked with her, until you disrespected her boundaries, her children or her Mother Earth -- then she has the potential of a demon -- she will pull out her sword and sever your head and drink your blood; just like Mother Kali does.
Femininity destroys evil in the name of good.
She protects the light of the world, she mothers the children, the earth and all of the people, she puts herself first.
She is a boundary warrior.
She speaks up, she stands up and she fights her causes. She is not a push over. Yes, she may be silenced when she forgets her power but ... watch out for once she remembers who she is she will take make her place on this planet animalistic determination. Oh, and she will NEVER EVER forget who he is again.
We have been silenced for too damn long. We have been pinned up against one another in the attempts to hold us hostage by making us fear freedom all the while feeling alone and isolated. We have been told a bunch of bull-shit-lies as to what our petty-little-worth looks like in comparison to the MAN (and I do not necessarily mean MAN and WOMAN for the divine feminine resides in all of us -- but lets be real, there is a man and woman power-imbalance right now on this planet while women are literally unaware that she has rights to fight for... so, as politically incorrect as it may be to voice my words... so be it. I am fighting for equality -- and women's rights are high on my priority list).
No more sweetness.
I am using my damn voice for the voiceless; for the ones who have forgotten her power.
This is for the women who haven fallen asleep and thus forgot her brilliance, her strength and her fierce DO NOT FUCK WITH ME OR MY CHILDREN attitude.
You may have forgotten your worth -- but I still see you, I see your magnificence and I will fight to my last breath to remind you -- I've got your back and I am not going anywhere.
This is for the women who have been silenced -- Hushed -- Shut down, shut up and left behind. This is for you... the women who have something to say; the woman who is smarter than you you think you are and more valuable than you could ever imagine.
This is for you.
This is for the women who don't even know that you have rights, that you are worthy, that you are a fucking beautiful and divine creation. This is for the women that are being put down, abused and used...
this is for you sister -- I see you.
I feel your pain, I feel your stunted growth -- but I also see your fire, your burning desire to stand up and join the battle... the battle for your rights, your voice and your space-taking-god-given-rights.
This is for you, the one with the stunning and unique and beautiful vagina -- yes, I said it... beautiful. This is for those of you that have had your right to say NO taken away; this is for you who has hated, ignored and suppressed the beauty of your sexuality. This is to remind you that you deserve pleasure, that you are not wrong or a sinner becasue you get horny but that you are a beautiful human being. Your curves, your stretch marks, your bones, beauty marks, moles, tiny breasts, big thighs, long labia, dark skin, blue eyes.... this is for you for you are BEAUTIFUL in the skin you are in no matter what anyone has said.
You are worthy.
Your voice fucking matters sister.
This is for the rise of the women.
Enough is enough.
No more silencing.
No more pinning us women against one another -- we see through your foolish tricks -- your game is over, you have played us long enough. Yes you did succeed on the most temporary of times to trick us into forgetting our power -- our brilliance -- but no more.
No fucking more.
We are rising.
Get it? We have held hands and connected at the heart, we see the fire in one another eyes and shit is about to get real for we will no longer be made to feel less that what we are. We are unleashing the inner best, we will take no more shit and if you try to knock us down, we will not fall -- it will get ugly.
We will rise and we will remind you sisters who have forgotten just how powerful you are by our actions. We will do this together.
We are calling on our troops: KALI and MOTHER MARY and MOTHER EARTH and we are ending the era of abuse, darkness and oppression -- get ready world; the divine feminine is taking her damn place back.
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