“Sex,” I was pretty sure, meant whether you were a boy or girl, and “sin” made Tante Jans very angry, but what the two together meant I could not imagine. And so, seated next to Father in the train compartment, I suddenly asked, “Father, what is sexsin?”
He turned to look at me, as he always did when answering a question, but to my surprise he said nothing. At last he stood up, lifted his traveling case from the rack over our heads, and set it on the floor.
“Will you carry it off the train, Corrie?” he said. I stood up and tugged at it. It was crammed with the watches and spare parts he had purchased that morning.
“It’s too heavy,” I said.
“Yes,” he said. “And it would be a pretty poor father who would ask his little girl to carry such a load. It’s the same way, Corrie, with knowledge.
We are asking our children to carry loads that are way too heavy for them.
They should not be forced, as children, to see and feel the world through the lens of adults.
Innocence is worth protecting and worth fighting for.
We need to do our part as teachers, parents and caregivers to carry certain things for them until they are old enough to bear the load.
~ Be persistent in pursuing your goals and soul mission.
~ Your material and financial needs will always be met.
~ You are called to have stronger faith in your angels.
~ Your role is critical in this world.
~ The guardian angels want you to know you are immune. They will hinder you from evil. You will be surrounded by good health. They are on duty. They are working to make your life better. Past illness will stay at bay. Get to work and do not fear.
~ Personal Freedom means having a mind of your own.
~ Make yourself relevant.
~ If you work towards making others happy, you will be given joy. Everything you do will be repaid accordingly. Always watch your actions. The things you do dictate your future. Build your future by doing well for others.
~ Have a forgiving heart while interacting with people, but …
~ Do not let people get on your nerves when you can easily walk out of their lives and surround yourself with people that matter.
“When sleeping women wake, mountains will move.” ~ Chinese Proverb
Last night while I lay sleeping, I had a dream. (written 2017)
The world was in a state of total chaos and all that we had ever known was ending. Everything was volatile, violence raged openly and the people were suffering greatly. There was sadness around every corner and destruction flooded the air thick and unrelenting.
It was a time of darkness the likes of which none had ever beheld, a power taking over our world and squeezing the very light and love from its once lively core.
Yet even in this bleak time, hope was shining like a beacon on the horizon.
I saw women gathering in a house together, sisters from all walks of life and of all ages. Into the shattered air that stung of gloom they sung a song of universal love.
There in that place they created sacred space, a sanctuary against the coming storm. They wrote symbols of ancient wisdom on the walls, chanting incantations of protection and love for all the children of the Earth while their fingers clasped candles burning bright.
Drawing power from the natural world and summoning the mystery that flowed in their veins, they sat in circle drumming with the beat of their hearts petitioning for the madness to end. Their voices cried out for freedom, for joy and for all beings on this planet to live as one.
And then the dark night swallowed the vision, and it was gone.
Dawn broke through the silence and the world drew a great inhale.
The birds sang with the rising Sun and the green Earth stirred roots below and branches above. Animals took to the open with curiosity. The house of sisterhood I thought was swallowed by the darkness stood still, standing tall in spite of the raging dark storm that threatened to engulf it.
I could see the place where the women had gathered, the remnants of their workings for the world left behind, drums and feathers marking their sacred rite. The words “blessed be” were etched upon the walls, surrounded by sacred symbols of a time long passed. Peace had returned to the world and the air felt fresh and new.
The double-edged sword of the feminine had been held aloft, wielding fiery protection and nurturing love in great measure, and had withstood the tempest and rose from the ashes victorious.
The once buried power of the Goddess had returned during the time of the world’s greatest darkness. She had always slumbered within our spirits, a burning ember awaiting in the shadows, and now she had risen once more.
The wild and wise women of the world had awoken. By reclaiming the ancient mystery that flowed in their veins, the sisterhood of the feminine had broken the chains of bondage that once held the world prisoner and opened the gate for the return of the Goddess.
The time had come for the medicine of the fierce feminine to flow freely throughout the land.
Somewhere on the distant horizon, I saw a gathering of sisters, a circle of wise women from all walks of life.
And they smiled.
My Sisters, the time has come to rise and awaken the priestess thread within. As we arise and reclaim our truths and our voices, so we awaken and transform our whole world.
The Priestess is the element of alchemy that dwells within our soul. She is the powerful thread within that taps us into the energy to transform our world and bring out truth into being. If you hear the Call of the Priestess, join me here for my online Priestess Program: Inner Priestess Awakening Online Journey
Years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked by a student what she considered to be the first sign of civilization in a culture. The student expected Mead to talk about fishhooks or clay pots or grinding stones.
But no.
Mead said that the first sign of civilization in an ancient culture was a femur (thighbone) that had been broken and then healed. Mead explained that in the animal kingdom, if you break your leg, you die. You cannot run from danger, get to the river for a drink or hunt for food. You are meat for prowling beasts. No animal survives a broken leg long enough for the bone to heal.
A broken femur that has healed is evidence that someone has taken time to stay with the one who fell, has bound up the wound, has carried the person to safety and has tended the person through recovery. Helping someone else through difficulty is where civilization starts, Mead said.
There’s a difference between trans male or female and Two Spirited male or female… I don’t understand why one would wish to be less than their fullness, or claim to be …
“Two Spirit” was not intended to be interchangeable with “LGBT Native American” or “Gay Indian”; rather, it was created in English (and then translated into Ojibwe), to serve as a pan-Indian unifier, to be used for general audiences instead of the traditional terms in Indigenous languages for what are diverse, culturally-specific ceremonial and social roles, that can vary widely (if and when they exist at all). Opinions vary as to whether or not this objective has succeeded. The decision to adopt this new, pan-Indian term was also made to distance themselves from non-Native gays and lesbians, as the term and identity of two-spirit “does not make sense” unless it is contextualized within a Native American or First Nations framework and traditional cultural understanding.”
It seems to me that trans male and female hate their born gender so greatly, they will go to any extreme to be its opposite. Extremes seem to be the chosen, personal announcement of self.
Two-Spirited people, to me, acknowledge their born nature, but also embrace their tendencies to the opposite gender roles.
One seeks to escape their born identity, the other is enhanced by it.
One requires physical character changes, the other is simply what it is.
Extremism and escapism vs acceptance and expansion.
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