While women march the streets of America, protesting for rights that they already have, allow me to applaud a way of life that has honored women in ways the rest of the world never has (for a very long time).
I’m proud to be a part of the silent, steadfast women of rural America, where: Little girls are taught to work alongside little boys, not hate them. We let the men lead us on the dance floor, in prayer, and in life.
There is strength in partnership.
The woman’s housekeeping and the man’s ranch work are both vital aspects of the operation’s success, even though gender roles don’t have much of a place on the ranch.
Women ride Bronc’s, wrestle calves, and rope just as often as men cook, sew and tend to children.
We actually participate in meetings, sit on boards, and vote to create REAL change.
We see the miracle of life in every foal, calf and child and believe all life should be protected.
The men never question a woman’s strength, and women know that a door held open is a simple sign of respect.
The ranchers/farmers/blue collar people of America create empowered women, respectful men, and a brighter future than any “protest” could bring about.
Do not be a zombie that goes through bodies and hearts, with no intention of ever staying.
They look like everyone else, but there is an everlasting hunger.
This emptiness in the eyes that nothing can satisfy.
Yet they seem pretty independent. Even impressive with their ability to be “cool” and “not give a f*ck”, while eating hearts and what not, like it’s no big deal.
Just doing that zombie lyfe, brah.
There is a core fear here:
“If I stay, if I really give this a chance, I will lose. So it’s better not to risk anything.”
So they stay on the move. Seemingly sufficient and unattached, but really just pretty dead inside.
The brave thing is to be fully alive and not go around eating brains.
If you can get that there was once a “time” before “space,” when all that existed was “Divine Intelligence…”
Then you can also get that there could never, later, be anything that wasn’t “Divine Intelligence.”
Because what would it be made of? Where would it have come from?
Then you’d get that you must therefore be pure “Divine Intelligence” yourself and that there’s only one explanation for you being you, here and now:
From the pinnacle of your royal magnificence, the zenith of your heavenly godhood, as pure “Divine Intelligence,” you, exactly as you now are, with every freckle and blemish, are exactly who you, God, most wanted to be.
In the 1950s women were trained to submit to the man. It was very enticing.
“Wear the dress. Wear the pearls. Cook a good stew. Smile. Be a good girl. You will have everything you could ever dream of.”
How to curate their entire essence, so it was feminine, alluring, charming. So the man would want them.
Things have not changed much in spiritual circles teaching divine and masculine unity.
“Submit. Give in. Stop whining. You’re emasculating. Stop complaining. Be grateful. You’re lucky he wants you at all, you pathetic sweet creature.”
I am disturbed over what is being taught to women and digested by the masses, regarding divine feminine and masculine power and empowerment.
It involves two things:
Deny self in order to attract The One
Know true joy from being chosen by a “King”
It is ALL very enticing. Especially for those of us who have been traumatized.
For trauma teaches us to NOT THINK for ourselves and WE ARE MAKING IT ALL UP in our head. The outcome of trauma can make us confused, question our needs/desires/and boundaries, and this is exactly what these teachings are encouraging:
“Let HIM decide how you feel. In fact, if you feel uncomfortable or even hatred, YOU are confused and misunderstanding him. And that is why you are alone.”
They are teaching, “Do not THINK, do not question, do not despise any treatment. Just open wider to let him in. If it hurts, it is your problem.”
And once you do, once you finally crack the feminine code of being in FULL SUBMISSION to the masculine, you will be loved, held, seen, desired, in every way you could possibly imagine.
Every day sparkling with a prince that will save you.
I wish it was that easy.
I wish that opening further, responding in love, could actually magically transform someone.
But it doesn’t.
The wounded child in me can fall prey to that mindset. She is susceptible to thinking she needs to work harder, keep trying, putting in more work, when it BLOODY HURTS. For that is exactly what Daddy told her: “If only you were a little better sweetheart, I wouldn’t get so angry.”
My inner child WOULD LOVE to be saved. Would love the fact that disappearing herself and giving herself over to the masculine, would result in true love. To be chosen finally. For someone to come along and make it all make sense. She thinks if she tries harder, loves a little more, she can subdue the darkness in the man she loves.
But she cannot.
And to teach women to not be discerning with their submission, but to JUST SUBMIT, is not only dangerous, but traumatizing a generation of women. It is using the toxic voice of the unhealed father, to control and create harm.
What these teachings are missing is CONSENT from the feminine and also discernment about WHAT they are consenting to. Using flowerly psuedo spiritual language, only confuses further.
And my fellow community members, we are INCREDIBLY susceptible to leaning towards teachings that re-traumatize, while calling it “power.” Because many of us have experienced trauma, we need to be:
EXAMINING allegiances in relationship, in friendship, in business, and beyond, instead of quietly going along with “spiritual” gratefulness
HEALING instead of taking another pill of submission and bypassing our healing and letting someone control us
HIRING trauma and relationship specialists with healthy relationships, instead of guru-like leaders with little street cred when it comes to healthy relationship
SPEAKING OUT against toxic masculinity by looking at ways to heal it through the male, female and non gender lens, instead of making it an issue of women JUDGING or condemning men
And ultimately, stop buying into the idea that The One will make life worthwhile. That there is A One who is created for you and his every move will make you feel like the woman you were meant to be.
For there is no such thing.
To letting go of the toxic dream of being saved and to doing the healing to wake up in bed with someone with bad breath and endless tenderness for you.
When you finally sit in all the ayahuasca ceremonies,
When you complete your 16th vision quest,
Have done countless rituals, and fasted for 10 days…
The answer is: come back to earth and do the work. Right here.
Where you’re at.
And with what you have in front of you. Be a good human. Be a good friend. Serve those who have less than you. Protect the earth. Protect innocence. Start with what is innocent inside of you. Be a good human. Be kind. Be honest. Be humble. Forgive yourself.
Yes it is important to heal.
Yes it is important to gain bigger perspective. But don’t get lost in the lust of always wanting something more.
Don’t yoke your ego to your spirituality.
Every guru has his folly.
Don’t be so quick to give over your power.
Any true teacher will lead you to your own power.
Any worthwhile medicine will heal you until you don’t need it anymore.
Don’t let your path to liberation become a trap. Do the work. Be a good human.
You don’t have to try so hard to be perfect.
Your mistakes are the greatest teacher you will ever have.
Your love is the most valuable gift you will ever give.
Snowberry providing everything needed. Precious flying ones creating sweet stickiness for others to enjoy.
Stop Raining! She yelled at the drops as they struck her face. Looking upward her eyes fill with liquid like tears … minus the salt.
Fragments everywhere. You are correct. They are not sanitary.
A house without love is not a home.
Smoke rises and fills the room with its natural, earthy aroma.
One, Two, Three … staggered at intervals, glowing, reminding me they are there.
Darkness, but is it really? After all, I can still see.
Orbs, solid, not energetic as some. Waiting to be viewed, adored, or thrown.
Love on the wall … staring at me as though to ask when I might pick it up and utilize it for something other than the ‘word’ it is.
Eyes and teeth, tongue protruding menacingly. Scary? No. Omen? Warning? Or is it a simple protective measure?
Cupid has lost his arrows. It is up to the people to generate love now. It took time to recognize, and there is still time to sway the odds.
Will We?
Dimly lit rooms are most comforting.
Why is it some people prefer every light bulb and electronic device on while others prefer candle light and simple music? Or even silence, and the crackling of a small but warm fire?
There is probably some sort of personality reading which can be wrapped around this reality.
Shoot the arrow of love. The aim does not need accuracy. Guides and helpers will see to it the arrow lands where needed most.
Just let it fly.
Silently complement the jogger you see while driving.
Thank the other drivers for not crashing you.
Bless the trails you walk as your feet gently touch the earth.
Sing to the trees.
See the birds as they flit from branch to branch, as they sing with you.
In person.
In mind.
Open consciousness to include everything.
Yell “I Am Free” out over the ocean waves. Remind Gaia you are aware of your freedom, your release from manipulative hooks of society, yet honor your connection to everything sacred.
Ask yourself if what you ‘see’ or ‘witness’ is residing within you.
Rise through the shift, the change, according to your inner guidance, your higher self and the sacred ‘push’ or nudges you receive from the Spirit/Soul connecting you the the physical form.
Love.
It is bigger than man, or woman. It is all encompassing. So is it’s polar opposite.
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