Her eyes begin to water and her body grows rigid, I can sense her powerful attempt to suppress the grief that wants to rise. Her heart barely beating due to the weight of injustice she has been subjected to. Her vulnerability exposed, slaughtered and here she puts on a strong face and pushes it all down. God forbid she allow the rage to be seen because if she does then stones will be cast and she shall be dubbed insane. Insane to those who participated in the very violation of her most intimate nature. So the powerful feminine suppresses the rage, pain, suffering and anger. It festers, I can smell the infection of betrayal, lies and abuse. She says to me “ I just do not want to care anymore”. MMMMMmmmm but baby caring is your innate nature, those who do not care are the source of infection.
To sit with women and listen to all the strategies the mind develops to rationalize what has happened to them and the need to not feel all the appropriate emotions sets my gut on fire. Women with their soft nurturing, nourishing and loving nature have for years been beaten, emotionally abused, manipulated, deceived and silenced by the condemnation of societal views. After enough years of burning bitches, hanging witches and raping women we have developed the new wounded feminine. Who shuns her emotions, the very root of her intuition which is her divine gift of truth. She resents her deep feelings because if she shows them, she will be told she is crazy and to put her straight jacket back on. I feel these women and the ancestral karma that pulses through their veins of centuries of women who have had no voice, no ownership of their own bodies. We have for years been battered and betrayed, suffocated by the threat of death and dishonor. Shamed for being sexual and sensual beings, feared for the power that our wombs behold, condemned for feeling to much and being to much. The dark feminine has morphed into the new masculine feminine, hard and carless is the new façade. Baby you are a force to be reckoned with, when we learn to harness all that we feel we RISE. Upon that rise we trigger fear because the power of our emotions cannot go unfelt around us. Your emotions are the very things that guides you, when left to fester and be unprocessed and suppressed they become infectious and toxic, like a nuclear war head and when the explosion occurs all around will be consumed with that toxicity. Do not become a wasteland my beautiful beings. Sit and feel all you feel and breathe into it. Allow the flames to purify all that was, to burn away all that came before and write your story. Your story is your truth, move your emotions through your body, shake like you’ve never shaken, wail to the core of your being allow your grief to rise. You need no witnesses, you need no one’s validation, you simply need space and courage to feel all that wants to be felt. Your rage is simply undigested grief and loss, when you process this and assimilate the experience it will become great wisdom instead of rage and anger. Your great betrayals warrant your heartbreak, all the lies warrant your sense of despair, your abuse is worthy of tears. Dance the dance of release, sing the song of grief, write the story of pain and wisdom. Then take your damn joy back and Rise, rise free of the toxic nature of suppression. Love is our true nature, find your way back. Love for no reason. Be beautiful, vulnerable and know you will survive anything because you are a WOMAN of magnificent power. Forgive because you are a WOMAN with deep compassion for the wounded ones that wound. Be so much because abundance is that of a WOMAN. Your womb the foundation of creation, your breasts built to nourish all men of this earth. Remember your truest nature. Love, forgive and rise in all that is in your blue print as a women. - Sat Nam- Angelic 333