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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

She Who Heals

Published March 28, 2022 by tindertender

Mother, sing me a song

That will ease my pain,

mend broken bones,

Bring wholeness again.

Catch my babies

When they are born,

Sing my death song,

Teach me how to mourn.

Show me the Medicine

Of the healing herbs,

The value of spirit,

The way I can serve.

Mother, heal my heart

So that I can see

The gifts of yours

That can live through me.

~ Native American prayer

Remember, Woman

Published March 28, 2022 by tindertender

Remember, Woman, you were born

life giver, miracle creator, magic maker.

You were born with the heart of a thousand mothers,

open and fearless and sweet.

You were born with the fire of Queens and conquerors,

warrioress blood you bleed.

You were born with the wisdom of sages and shamans,

no wound can you not heal.

You were born the teller of your own tale,

before none should you kneel.

You were born with an immeasurable soul

reaching out past infinity.

You were born to desire with passion, abandon,

and to name your own destiny.

Remember, Woman, remember

you are more than you can see.

Remember, Woman, remember

you are loved endlessly.

Remember, Woman, your power, and grace,

the depth of your deep sea heart.

Never forget you are Woman, divine,

as you have been from the start.

~ by Reese Leyv

The Wisdoms of His Light

Published March 13, 2022 by tindertender

Pillar of Creation

Published March 8, 2022 by tindertender

I believe that the woman is the strong being, the strong sex, and that thanks to her the story goes on.

It gives the impression that men are the protagonists of history, but if they are, it is because someone is holding the world behind them, and this someone is the woman.

~ @McGintyKathleen

Great Beings

Published February 17, 2022 by tindertender

Satan wants HUman to believe he is a sinner, it ensures no one will challenge his grip over their lives. HU-man ….

Hu or Huwa (Arabic: هُوَ meaning “He”) is a name for God

‪https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huwa‬

By tormenting the feminine and masculine as youth, they grow to believe they are not worthy … of so much, but specifically Love. And they perpetuate situations which prove the mutation of a belief, true.

The children disappear by the thousands every year into trafficking, and unbelievable horror. Men and women are bought, sold, violated, slaughtered and eaten … energetically and physically … by those who really hate the HU-man.

The energy of their pain and suffering goes into the collective unseen, then manifests in the daily lives of the masses, asleep, unaware, and wondering why their life is shit.

It’s the harnessing of tormented energy being used in dark magic to bind the hearts and minds of HU.

But the god-man is waking up. They are understanding who their “father” is, Source … and what it means they are also.

Violators of the body, consciousness, energy and the Primordial Light of Source Creation itself are going down.

They thought they could keep you asleep and subservient forever. While that may be true for many (sadly) its not true for you.

The God Brahma as a Man
Bernard Picart (after), 1723