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The Goddess

Published June 26, 2022 by tindertender

A reminder to any woman who looks at her body and finds it flawed: these are prehistoric carvings of goddesses. These represent the epitome of feminine beauty to those we seek to emulate when we go on “paleo” diets. Not a flat tummy, thigh gap, or gravity-defying breast among them.

These are bodies that are unique to their owners, and contain stories of desire, creation, hardship, and perseverance. These are bodies that are ready to hold you as you cry. These are bodies that worked every day to provide nourishment, resources and guidance to their communities while also caring for the next generation. They supported one another in their labor, holding one another’s babies while they worked crafting tools, collecting water & singing songs to teach the young about the goddesses they so closely resembled.

And these carvings weren’t found in just one area. They’ve been discovered nearly everywhere humanity has settled and thrived. Which means there was a time when womanhood, in all her power and capacity, was revered not as merely a sexual novelty or shunned as sinful temptation, but seen as a source of inspiration to create, to connect, and to find courage.

Today, our patriarchal society reveres conformity in women over all. It demands that women strive to achieve and maintain a form that resembles an untested girl. Our bodies must look perpetually untouched, unspoiled, a blank slate for a man to claim and use and write his own story upon. Instead of worshiping women as they are, we scrutinize and discard them as never good enough. And the more we strive to conform, the more we give up control of our bodies.

So have comfort, women: with each fat roll and jiggle you gain as you move forward in time, you come closer to resembling the goddess as she originally appeared in the hearts of humanity. She lives in you and longs to be seen and revered as she was before.

And you deserve to be worshipped.

~ Alaura Weaver

Hypatia

Published June 16, 2022 by tindertender

Hypathia’s philosophy was concerned with the “mystery of being,” contemplation of Reality, rising to elevated states of consciousness, and “union with the divine, her disciples certainly regarded her in the light of a spiritual leader.

At the risk of her own life she refused to be swayed by mindless religious fanatics, and carried on doing what she loved, and that was teaching and pursuing science, mathematics and philosophy as the world around her tore itself apart. She remained true to her beliefs right up to the very end.

Source: https://t.me/TartarianEnglishGroup

Savage Daughter

Published June 14, 2022 by tindertender

Chorus:
I am my mother’s savage daughter,
the one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother’s savage daughter,
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.

My mother’s child is a savage,
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones,
In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers,
In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.

(Chorus)

My mother’s child dances in darkness,
She sings heathen songs by the light of the moon,
And watches the stars and renames the planets,
And dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.

(Chorus)

My mother’s child curses too loud and too often,
My mother’s child laughs too hard and too long,
And howls at the moon and sleeps in ditches,
And clumsily raises her voice in this song.

(Chorus)

Now we all are brought forth out of darkness and water,
Brought into this world through blood and through pain,
And deep in our bones, the old songs are wakening,
So sing them with voices of thunder and rain.

(Chorus x3)
We are our mother’s savage daughters,
The ones who run barefoot cursing sharp stones.
We are our mother’s savage daughters,
We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice

https://wyndrethsavagedaughtershieldmaid.bandcamp.com/track/my-mothers-savage-daughter-studio-

“Savage Daughter” is a cover recorded by Sarah Hester Ross of “I Am My Mothers Savage Daughter” written by Karen L Unrein/Wyndreth Berginsdottir c. 1990

Her Sacred Medicine

Published June 7, 2022 by tindertender

..the mystery of Her sacred medicine is the immortal elixir of life. She is the Divine temple of Creation. Her nurturing container of potential births new realities through the dark light. The Sacred Marriage of Spirit & Matter is her Sovereign gift of purity.

Her wild, erotic liberation exudes the fragrance of her flowering sexual awareness, utilizing her sexual channels for the revitalization of optimal health & vitality. Her physical communion with Spirit rouses the dragon energy of enlightenment; full circle in her feminine essence.

from:
empowerwholeness.com

The Warrioress

Published May 6, 2022 by tindertender

She’s arriving into present time.
This is the Gift of her deep work.

She has been healing her pain, embracing her shadows, claiming her body & womb Temple, releasing her shame, clearing the victim/opressor, facing her fears, walking out of dishonouring spaces & so much more.

She’s a warrior.
She stands steady, anchored inside herself.
She’s let go her history.
Her cellular memories are cleaned out, and she’s no longer trapped in the past.
As she connects to her divine longing & her passion, she deepens her surrender.

Her future is exciting.
She’s becoming relaxed about where her life is heading.
She’s free & uncluttered & she’s travelling light.
Her energy is no longer sucked into the past, or running away into the future.

She feels powerful & abundant.
She’s fully present.
She’s amazed at how relaxed and alert she can be at the same time.
She could easily pass through the eye of a needle.

Author ~Sukhvinder Sircar

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🌀Nicole
Sacred Wild Woman Medicine

Gratitude to the Unknown Artist

Woman … She Is So Strong

Published April 28, 2022 by tindertender

Amazingly courageous and resilient, true to their purpose, even in the face of their oppressors. They cannot wipe out the dignity and grace from many hearts, as the feminine continues to rise in their glory. They can rape them, torture them, and kill them … but they cannot remove their fortitude, dignity or sense of personal value unless they themselves allow it.

In the spring of 1980 Farruhra Parsa, the Minister of Education before the Islamic Revolution in Iran, was executed. She had fought all her life for women’s rights and remained faithful to herself even after the victory of the Islamic Revolution. The sentence handed down by the new authorities found her guilty of “spreading sin on earth and denying Allah.

“I am a doctor, so I am not afraid of death. Death is only a moment and nothing more. I would rather meet death with open arms than live in shame, being forcibly covered by a veil. I will not kneel before those who expect me to feel remorse for my half-century of struggle for equality between men and women. I am not ready to wear the veil and take a step back in history,” Parsa wrote in a farewell letter to her children.

Setting Sun Woman

Published March 28, 2022 by tindertender

Keeper of tomorrow’s dreams,
Mother of the star-filled night,
Show me how to live my truth
And bring my dreams to light.

Teach how to use my will,
Living the truth I find within,
Discovering all the parts of me
Where light and shadow blend.

Let me sing the song of future
With concern for what will be,
Up holding all of nature’s laws
For creatures, stones, and trees.

Mother, I see you in the sunset
And I hear you in the rain.
You teach me inner knowing
Through your heart’s sweet refrain.

Setting Sun Woman.

Clan Mother of the Ninth Moon Cycle.

Setting Sun Woman is the Keeper of tomorrow’s goals and dreams. She is the Clan Mother of the ninth Moon Cycle, which falls in September and is connected to the color green. Green is the color of will; Setting Sun Woman shows us how to properly use our wills to insure the abundance of the future. She teaches us that the will to live, the will to survive, the will to be impeccable in preserving the Earth Mother’s resources are paramount parts of our Earth walk.

This Clan Mother teaches us how to live the truth and sits in the West direction of the Medicine Wheel. The West direction is the home of the feminine principle, the Earth Mother, the setting sun and night sky. The abilities we gain from learning the lessons of the West are concern, dependability, nurturing, inner-knowing, achievements, and goals. The West is sometimes called the Looking-within Place because the feminine principle is naturally intuitive and is willing to be receptive.

How To Be An Empowered Woman

Published March 28, 2022 by tindertender

If you want to be a bad ass sexually empowered woman, embrace your inner hag.

Thats right.

The crone. The ancient old woman. The witch. The hag.

The crone archetype is an aspect of the feminine not exactly associated with sexuality.

Women groom themselves to be girls. The younger the better.

Paint those lips red and blush those cheeks like you are wet and ripe for impregnation.

Make them believe you are in perpetual ovulation.

Make them hard. Make them desire you.

Get that face lift. Suck in that belly. Bat those lashes.

Guess what.

The crone doesn’t give a fuck.

And that is her power.

She embraces her spider lines and swinging, sagginesss.

After all, this is what life does to the body of a woman…eventually!

Does that make you uncomfortable? Would you rather not see?

Her secret threatens to corrupt you.

She can make you wild.

She can reveal to you your power.

Your volcanic senseless holy.

Once she opens her mouth, the jig is up.

They tell you she is crazy.

Dangerous because she has broken out of that jail cell you call restrictions.

How would you have sex if you didn’t give a fuck about how pretty you look?

Or how flat your stomach is?

The crone is not an object of desire.

She is free to claim her own desire.

In a world that praises women for being objects of desire.

Where the more lust you can seduce the more value you possess, the crone is laughing with that cackle that only women of power have.

She does not possess the enchanting beauty of the maiden or the fertile reproductive juices of the mother.

She no longer bleeds. She no longer bares children.

Her sex no longer waxes and wanes with the moon, gaining and draining energy with each passing tide.

She is full.

The portal to her blood has been sealed.

She is drinking in the nectar. She is bathing in its luminous darkness.

Her sex is a diamond pressed and polished by years of experience and wisdom.

She has passed through all the phases of initiation as a woman.

That heavy web of social conditions all feminine creatures are baptized into.

She is unraveling herself from these webs.

She has liberated her sex from all their stories.

She is making it to the other side.

Freeing herself.

Without the ability to be a mother or a sex object, what is left of a woman and her sex?

I’ll tell you what.

Pure power that doesn’t give a fuck.

Crazy wisdom that knows how to make love to the moment.

Sex that ripples through every authentic cell of your body.

Sex that pulses with every tiny whisper of life knowing life.

If you want to find the seat of your sexual power.

Your real deep sovereign sexual nature.

Find the crone that lives in you.

Wild. Ugly. Innocent. Real.

The real initiation begins here.

Author: Maya Luna

Photo Art: Sarah Peirse

The Healer

Published March 28, 2022 by tindertender

A poem that I wrote for my beautiful friend, but it fits many of the women that were at our Corn Ceremony last weekend, and many more that I know. We missed you. 

With love,

~ Darlene V. Terry

She walks the mountains, valleys

Rivers, and creeks

Verdant meadows

Dusty, dry, desert gulches

Seeking, searching

With eyes sharp and quick

For the hidden magic

Behind, below, within

Heart shaped leaves

Round globes, medicinal sticks

Absorbing the knowing

Formulating formulas

Tinctures, salves, teas

Compresses, tricks

Bending the magic to her will

Healing wounds

Healing spirits, coughs, colds

Cuts, and nicks

The healing circling

In and around and through

Air and water, fire and stone

Love and song

Returning to heal her heart

Warm mystic, sacred

Powerful, and strong

Medicine woman

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