So much love to you.
Who am I that I get to know you and BE you too?
Many say we are Gods and Goddesses experiencing itself, and I wonder.
Who am I that I get to intimately know you and be you too.
The knower isn’t necessarily the known.
Who am I that I get to see your happiness and feel it also?
Who am I?
I’ve been living right next to you your whole life.
I walk in your footsteps.
And when you did not think you could do one more day, we did it anyway … together.
Self love, self care is so important. Without it, we simply look for its supply from outside ourselves, and most often left wanting.
We’ve been played against each other for so long, vying for the love of the masculine. Pulled sometimes into love of the feminine for the lack we discover elsewhere.
It is plain that true lack is on the inside. We’ve forgotten how to deeply love our self, so busy have we been at sending love and support to those outside our self … we have left WE behind, and many times look at each other as though we are enemy.
It’s a game you see.
If the feminine can be separated, then true healing, true nurturing cannot occur, for it is the woman who does this.
If she is lacking herself, and if there is no sisterhood to support her, then her cup will run empty and the whole world suffers.
It is time to leave behind that viscous vampire that demands so much yet gives so little, to none.
The roses are in bloom, yet many rose bushes are bare, no flowers appear there. The woman has been convinced to clip her own flower, giving it to the masculine, where it dies in short form … requiring the clipping of yet another one of her beautiful flowers, where the cycle repeats. This has been an intentional manipulation by those who know the power of women and their healing abilities.
They desire a sick world, with sick and unstable people, because it is that world which is easily controlled.
The feminine must nurture and heal herself. She must band with her sisters, leaving behind the desire for love from that which destroys, replacing that need, for a time, with her own deep love.
Bringing health to self, she will then be able to bring health to the whole. Mending the aspects of masculinity, healing our ailing sisters, so that all roses bloom, so that the love we seek will actually be present and healthy.
At this time, the only thing we will find is more who wish to suck our vibrancy until they’ve had their fill and discard us without helping replenish what they’ve taken.
Spiritually speaking, we are lacking, severely. It is only we who can turn it around.
My sisters, the women who nurture, who mend, who heal … it is time to reconnect with the deepest self love you can muster. Your cup must be filled, and in these times it is you who must fill it.
Let all else rest for a while as you nurture yourself and fill your cup. The men will be fine, the ‘friends’ will be fine, although they will make a ruckus. They’ve been used to you filling their cups, leaving no thing for yourself. When you start to retain goodness for self, they will reject the idea of you embracing you. Most will demand that you stop, and continue feeding the beast … their own selfish needs.
Our sexual energy is not for gratification alone. This energy builds worlds … the world of (y)our choice, or the world of another’s choice.
We’ve gone from being “of service to the people” to being “servant”.
Claim your power, your energy. You will need to be operating at maximum force for what is coming.
We need you healed (not heeled). We need you whole, your cup full to the point of overflow. It is this overflow which will heal others, indeed, the whole of the world. And when necessary, when the cup begins to empty once more, it will be for healing the sick and ailing energies of this world … the people, the animals, the plants, GAIA, our Mother.
It is the women that hold it all together.
Let us stop allowing the controllers to pit us one against the other.
It is this division that allows the most harm be done to our world.
This is our responsibility.
We shucked this responsibility for the promise of love. The promise of love that turned out to be manipulation and a form of slavery. (Many times, some have been fortunate and still bloom in love. Let them not leave their sisters behind, the sickness is growing).
We must bring emotional, energetic love back to self, reeling in all energies which are scattered, claiming them as our birthright, filling our own cup until it runneth over, spilling healthy, happy and whole into this depleted world.
You (We) are the healer.
You (We) are the nurturer.
Heal and nurture self, and the whole world will benefit.
“Medusa teaches us that we have the right to defend ourselves. So often we are taught that we need to put up with the actions of others in a quiet way, demurely accepting what others would put upon us. She shows us that we need to stand our ground when someone would do us harm. We are not here to quietly accept the intentions of others. We have the right to be safe.
Medusa tells us to know our power and to honor the gifts that swim within our veins, even though sometimes it may feel like more of a curse than a blessing. She brings us the wisdom of the snake, of transformation and of rebirth. She asks that we too hold up the mirrored shield towards those that would wish us ill and reflect back upon them what they have created.
Medusa reminds us that there will always be those who will spit venom at us, in word and deed. That does not make them right. We are not here to be the plaything of others. We are Sacred Priestesses of the Divine. And we will not back down.”
~Ara
“It’s just that you’re not that feminine.”
I beg to differ.
I’m feminine like a thunderstorm.
Feminine like the glint of a falcon talon.
Feminine like an ancient redwood.
Feminine like the orange glow of a grizzly bear in the sunset.
Feminine like a wolf on the hunt.
Feminine like decaying bones.
Feminine like the eye of an old whale.
Feminine like a roaring river.
Feminine like a sheer cliff overlooking a forest.
Feminine like a wildfire.
Feminine like a desert wind.
Feminine like a battle cry.
And yes.
Within my stones and bark and fur and fierce slit irises … I am as soft and enveloping as any woman who’s blood ever beat red.
This is the Sovereigness.
I am her.
We are her.
We are an age of woman who has come in, representing the medicine of the Wilds.
We are not built to actualize your sense of masculinity through your traditional idea of femininity.
We are built to bring in the voice of our Mother.
Which is why Earth herself screams in our veins.
So, if what you really mean is, “Your femininity is overwhelming”,
Then I understand.
It is to me, too.
~ Adrianne Tamar Arachne
The Art & Illustration Of Adrianne Tamar Arachnewww.adriannetamararachne.com
Art by Julia Jeffery
Stonemaiden Artwww.stonemaiden-art.com
It is my honor to experience the bullshit of the bullshit artists while in dream state, traveling through the astral, so that I may report it to the Father and to the Mother. Thank you bullshit artists for making my morning report a success. I am grateful for this exposure.
Let the healing, and all paths that lead to it, begin …
