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Hekate And The Return of the Wild Woman

Published March 9, 2020 by tindertender

We are the wild woman who broke free of the chains using her own cleverness and cunning. This is the spirit of Hekate, the ancient keeper of keys and breaker of chains. We are wild in that we resist and persist against those who would keep us bound. This is the remembering of what our soul has always known; that through the reclaiming of the keys of our wild, intuitive and wise selves can we find true freedom.

The power of Hekate is the power of the wild woman broken free of her chains and keeping her own keys. Adobe photo.

Hekate: Breaker of Chains of the Wild Woman

The return of wild women has led to a foundational shift in the power structure. It is a fault line over which we cannot traverse. There is no going back. From this cleavage has emerged the eternal primal power of the sacred feminine. The wild woman has broken free. Her crown in place, she now stands in her power.

To me, this goddess rising is Hekate. She is the ancient mother called forth from her cave by the cries of thousands. She is fierce, bold and enduring. Hekate is the voice that whispers we can choose to stand in our power. She is the life-death-life cycle. That is what women know in our souls. This is the power that is feared. We are creators and destroyers. Tender, yet unbreakable. And we have broken free of their chains.

We are living in the aftermath of the chain-breaking earthquake. The terrain is dangerous, yet it is the territory in which we are most powerful. This is Hekate’slandscape; the crossroads between what was and what will be.

Unlocking The Chains: The Keeper of the Keys

One of Hekate’s ancient titles means “Breaker of Chains.” To the ancients, the goddess was multi-faceted, unhampered by restrictions placed on her by the powerful. Hekate was known as the Keeper of Keys of the universe by the ancients, indicating that she held the knowledge of all things. She was also widely revered as a goddess of the crossroads, a place viewed as a portal between this world and the one of spirits. To some, she was the Great Mother Goddess.

She was always known as the Queen of Witches. Today, we have been programmed to believe that there is separation between ourselves and the goddess. Moreover, that the goddess is restricted to the harmful restrictive definition that we’ve been force-fed. The goddess must be compliant and small. She must be limited to being courteous and nice. These are the lies we have been told. Hekate is the rebellion against these profanities. She is the eternal wild woman.

It must be said that her enormous power was so threatening to the rise of patriarchal Christianity that great efforts were undertaken in order to wrap her in chains. This was parallel to the same binding placed on women. Granted that patriarchy existed before Christianity, yet only this religion enthusiastically sought to eradicate the powerful sacred feminine.

Being a Goddess Loving Warrior

Several years ago, a man said to me, “I am a god fearing soldier,” after I had said something that he had found too woo-woo for his taste. My response: “I am a goddess loving warrior.” My goddess is Hekate. She is powerful beyond comprehension. She has returned, and we merge with her spirit to rise as well. We are all breakers of chains and keepers of our own keys. She unleashes my intuitive, wise self that some find too “out there.” That is our wildness. Those intuitive keys are the very ones we use to free ourselves, then we used them to open the gates of our truth, and now we stand together with our power. Hekate is the energy that brings us together, in circles small and large. We stand as wild women reborn.

The Risks When We Claim Our Powerful Keys

However, women’s power is still subjugated to much backlash. There are those who wish only to see us fail. It’s a sad but true fact that when women are in control, they get judged negatively. There are those who fear circles of the sacred feminine, and there are many who are terrified of our individual power.

When women speak of uncomfortable topics, they are disliked. Claiming the goddess in all her glory is threatening to many. Talking about abuse, bias and the ensuing trauma can be upsetting for certain, but it’s the blaming of the truth-talker that is so problematic. Women who talk about difficult subjects and who stand in their power are disliked. This comes from both men and women. There is a bias against powerful women speaking truth, whether it’s in personal relationships or to the power structure that seeks to keep us in check. Hekate, as we do, persists in the face of risk. She is the triumph of overcoming pain and risks to achieve a life of integrity. One where what we know on our insides becomes what we present to the world.

Breaking the Chains in Spite of All the Risks

Living this integrity is not easy. It is difficult to choose to claim our own place in the world because of the insults, slurs and insinuations that get flung whenever a woman boldly lives her truth. There’s a great deal of risk when women choose to stand in their power. Hekate abides in the crossroads. She is there when we stand on the threshold of choosing to say, “time’s up.” She empowers women to speak out. If you are a woman who boldly lives her truth and takes up space in spite of all the risks, I honor you. You are a wild woman reborn.

Silently Breaking the Chains

You may be a woman who can’t live that truth out loud right now. Perhaps the risks are too great. You could lose your home, children, partner, friends, family and job by allowing what is inside of you to become evident in the world. There are those still who would face violence and even imprisonment. The women in these difficult situations, where the risks are too high, often find quiet ways to claim their power. These are the silent revolutionistas. Hekate stands beside all the women who must protect themselves. If this is you, I honor you. You are a wild woman reborn.

Using Our Keys

More potent than awakening is the moment when we choose to do something about it, whether in our personal lives by setting firm boundaries or speaking out about our painful experiences, or standing up for a cause we believe in. How absolutely sad it is that being a social justice warrior has been vilified. A couple of years ago I wrote about how my goddess urges me to speak out for myself and the marginalized. The vitriol that article received was breathtaking. Still, I persist. If you persist in speaking out, I honor you. We are changing the world.

If you, like me, find strength through the goddess known to us as Hekate, you understand that we are entwined with her rise. We are part of a force so much greater than we are. This is the wave that emerged from the cleavage from the earthquake of women’s power that opened the gates of Hekate’s cave. Turn to her when you need to funnel your righteous rage for healing and for hexing those who seek to control you. Behold her unlimited tenderness when you are weary and allow her strength to invigorate you. Claim those keys she’s been keeping until you are ready. If you are claiming them now, I honor you. We are the wild women reborn.

Reclaim your wild woman through the power of Hekate:

Hekate: Goddess of Witches, Dark Mother And Keeper Of The Keys

Evoking The Dark Mother: A Ritual For Summoning Hekate

Hekate’s Key Journey And The Keys Of Spiritual Journeying

Hekate’ s Serpent Medicine And The Awakening Of The Inner Snake Goddess

Keeping Her Keys: The Rise Of Hekate And Her Witches

Unf*ck Your Life Using Witchcraft

Written by CYNDI BRANNEN ~ Cyndi Brannen, PhD, teaches and writes from the crossroads of personal development, spirituality and true magic. Founder of the Keeping Her Keys system of spiritual witchcraft, she shares the keys of The Sacred Seven laws using practical methods ranging from journaling to journeying. Keeping Her Keys: An Introduction to Hekate’s Modern Witchcraft explores Hekate from her ancient origins to our modern understanding through magic and personal development. True Magic: Unleashing Your Inner Witch, based on the sacred seven principles of witchcraft, is a practical guide to better living through witchcraft. Read Dr. Brannen’s journey from shattered to whole, and the courses she offers at keepingherkeys.com. You can read more about the author here.

https://www.patheos.com/blogs/keepingherkeys/2020/03/hekate-and-the-rise-of-women/

Women’s Day Marches: https://www.usnews.com/news/world/articles/2020-03-08/latin-american-cities-ready-for-massive-womens-day-marches

Many a Human’s Best Friend

Published February 27, 2020 by tindertender

The below story is exactly why some of the masculine, in various countries, have deemed DOG dirty, and hurt them whenever they get a chance.

… because our furry friends will protect us against abuse.

Simple logic.

Man wants to abuse women and children, they have to get rid of the dogs, for dogs would shred the bastards.

https://weloveanimals.me/pit-bull-mix-saves-two-women-from-domestic-abuser-who-had-beaten-them-severely/

When Two World’s Collide

Published January 31, 2020 by tindertender

I could deny the connection, I could consciously work toward ‘forgetting’, but that would never mean the situation shifted … for you would still be there, speaking as you do, plotting and planning as you always have, even if I tune you out … for you have always been there, watching, waiting.

You cannot have trust without transparency. It seems fear, or some sense of it, probably named by a different descriptor, prevails in the consciousness of ALL life.

What happens in the unseen leaks into the physical.

And this is how you know.

It requires we come out of the “comfort zone” into that which can cause inner chaos.

Transmuting that which is absorbed is the only way to clean house.

So absorb, detach, transmute … open and absorb, detach, transmute …..

Do not be among the living dead

Published January 27, 2020 by tindertender

Written by Maria Palumbo: https://www.facebook.com/maria.palumbo.loves; https://mariapalumbo.com/

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.

Love,

Maria

https://mailchi.mp/d4e4301dfa32/your-wound-is-sexy?fbclid=IwAR0beU7jX2VHtnW-boK_PAMxIMySqS5zucvhLkCzXa5PuXUtVbGI921x14s

I Fell

Published January 25, 2020 by tindertender

No one heard it

No one came

I rose

No one saw it

No one commented on the miracle of it

I degraded myself

Everyone saw it

ALL judged me for it

I lifted myself out of mire

No one helped

No one noticed

No one gave high-fives

I climbed ever higher than before

But others hated it

Two steps forward, one back

Push ahead

Despite the kicks to spirit

I’ve been lonely

Sad

Mad

Glad

Relieved

and mistaken

Who notices but me, 100% of the time?

Not even them

Not now

Even they have appeared to lose interest

Tales wagging

Ungodly smell

Reality shifts

As it twists and turns in time

Anyone who speaks negatively of someone else, especially if they are not present, will speak of you in the same manner.

It is not ‘history’

It is slander

In many instances, completely fabricated.

Precious Woman

Published January 2, 2020 by tindertender

Written by Maria Palumbo, https://www.facebook.com/maria.palumbo.loves, https://mariapalumbo.com/

The women who struggle in relationships the most, the ones who have a hard time finding someone they can trust, are truly some of the most:

Brilliant

Creative

Loving souls.

Perfectly sensitive. Unendingly kind.

But they do not always see this.

They tell me they are broken. That no one will ever love them. Yet to know these women is to love them. They are easy to adore despite years of programming and dating advice telling them to be stronger:

“Just love yourself.”

“Don’t be clingy.”

“Don’t be needy.”

“Be mysterious.”

“Just be more: alluring, submissive, feminine, sweet, gentle, interesting.”

“You can make him into the man you want if you try harder.”

“Don’t whine.”

“Don’t be a pushover.”

And when I hear this, when she begins to tell me these stories that were pushed on her, I want to hold her face. Her hands. Her heart.

And ask her:

How can you be anything but precious?

Can you see these wounds as beautiful because they are yours?

I am offering not a ten step program of how to get a lover. But a loving witnessing. Holding a mirror to your heart so you can see more and adore what you see. Understand. Awaken. Nothing to change here. Only more tenderness.

And when it hurts. When the stories get louder, respond with more tenderness.

https://mailchi.mp/ad1196350cb9/whyyoudothatthingyoudo

Do You Remember?

Published December 27, 2019 by tindertender

Written by Mia Allen, https://www.facebook.com/m.i.ashleyallen

do you remember when you were fourteen and you sang Amazing Grace all by yourself on a stage in an old church⁠⠀

you watched congregation unfold like the bills they placed in the basket ⁠⠀

the old ladies gathered around you after the service to tell you what a bright light you were, and that you’d sung beautifully⁠⠀

you were embarrassed ⁠⠀

but you stole a moment and quietly slipped away to the bathroom ⠀

you looked at yourself in the mirror ⁠slightly smiling, saying Thank You, God, for this life, and giving yourself something to be proud of, for that moment, on that day⁠⠀
⁠⠀
that was a really long time ago⁠⠀

and most of those ladies are probably dead⁠⠀

you don’t go to church anymore ⁠⠀

and most of the time the memories that informed your dreams just swirl around in your head ⁠⠀
⁠⠀
the placelessness of your experiences makes for a heavy placeless heart ⁠⠀

where do we put our memories⠀

our days when we felt whole ⠀

you wonder and wander til a single beam of light comes pouring through the trees⁠⠀

and you stop ⁠⠀

for a breath and to let it fall over your eyes⁠⠀

you listen to the birds and the wind dance with the leaves⁠⠀

you wonder to yourself if there’s ever been a good time to believe you were worth a damn ⁠⠀

if not then then maybe ⠀
never ⠀

or if not then then maybe ⠀
now ⠀

photo by @_chriseadicicco