Never forget – we are simultaneously experiencing so many “existences” and your consciousness is in the “driver seat” for all of them, so embrace them all in their amazing part to be whole and in Oneness with Source.
You decide who and what you ARE/not will be….
I am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know too much to go back an’ pretend
‘Cause I’ve heard it all before
And I’ve been down there on the floor
No one’s ever gonna keep me down again
Oh yes, I am wise
But it’s wisdom born of pain
Yes, I’ve paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to, I can do anything
I am strong
(Strong)
I am invincible
(Invincible)
I am woman
You can bend but never break me
‘Cause it only serves to make me
More determined to achieve my final goal
And I come back even stronger
Not a novice any longer
‘Cause you’ve deepened the conviction in my soul
Oh yes, I am wise
But it’s wisdom born of pain
Yes, I’ve paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to, I can do anything
I am strong
(Strong)
I am invincible
(Invincible)
I am woman
I am woman watch me grow
See me standing toe to toe
As I spread my lovin’ arms across the land
But I’m still an embryo
With a long, long way to go
Until I make my brother understand
Oh yes, I am wise
But it’s wisdom born of pain
Yes, I’ve paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to, I can face anything
I am strong
(Strong)
I am invincible
(Invincible)
I am woman
I am woman
I am invincible
I am strong
I am woman
I am invincible
I am strong
I am woman
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Helen Reddy / Ray Burton
I Am Woman lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
She leads by example
She gives without expectation
She honors all beings
She knows her truth
She stands in her power
She is Divine Love in action
Source: @DivineMother17
We return to the magic of the shadows to recharge, growing our wild medicine with steady hands, the crescent Moon shining between our brows.
We are not evil, nor have we ever been. The tales of the patriarchy only veil us as such attempting to taint our gifts with fear and lies.
We who craft with rock, Moon, herb and branch breathing blessings into the sky. We who are the weavers of nightsong and Earth healing. We who commune with the animals hearing their messages and guidance.
We go by many names.
Shamaness, wise woman, witch, priestess.
Once they stood for healing, connection with nature and ancient wisdom. They meant hope for those who needed aid, guidance in times of peril.
But these names have been twisted by the system that would keep us hidden and our voices silent. They were painted through the ages with stories that cast down the medicine of the feminine and her wild knowing.
We are here to reclaim our truth.
We come from the stars, the sea and the wild to take back our power. The time has come to bring our medicine into the world and bring back the ancient mysteries, the Goddess and the ways of the natural world.
The time has come for healing and growth, for the daughters of the sacred to stand tall rooted in the compass of our intuition.
The tides have turned and the age of darkness is over.
The time of the wise woman is once again upon us.
Long may we rise, long may we howl!!!
Blessings,
~Ara~
Hey Queen,
Hey Queen,
You are not alone
You can have whatever you dream
Listen to your own inner voice
You know what you want
~ By Clare Dubois, Founder of TreeSisters
www.TreeSisters.org/give
How do I know
Who I am
When all I have been taught
Is who to be
According to rules
That belong to a past
That believed in the domination
Of nature
As a path to power.
How do I know
Who to be
When the judgment that gets thrown
Arises from a fear so old
That no one even knows
Why it’s wrong
To shine
Or show pleasure
As a woman.
Why would I stay
Cooped up in a cage
Of shoulds and oughts
When this body
Is crafted from moonlight
And fire
And the deeper river
Of ancient knowing
Guides my every felt sense
Of what it means
To be a woman.
So I stand
Shameless bright
My heart open wide
Wild crafted pleasure
And mountainous might
I define myself
As I set myself free
And I laugh out loud
As I birth a new me
For all women.
Her teeth needed straightening, they would say. People would continue to attack her looks and her self-esteem to the point that she was very insecure, she believed what everyone said about her, admitting she was an “ugly duckling.”
When she first met him, she could not believe that a man was interested in her. She wanted him to see her world, so instead of going to a fancy, social event, she instead took him to the slums of the Lower East Side, where she did volunteer work, helping young immigrants.
The young man, who had held a rich, sheltered life, saw things he would never forget — sweat shops where women labored long hours for low wages and squalid tenements where children worked for hours until they dropped with exhaustion.
This walking tour profoundly changed the young man, moving him to say, that he “could not believe human beings lived that way.”
The young man’s name was Franklin D. Roosevelt, and the young woman, who changed his life forever, who would change the world forever, her name was Anna Eleanor Roosevelt.
They would eventually marry. On March 4, 1933, Franklin D. Roosevelt would be inaugurated as the 32nd President of the United States and Anna Eleanor Roosevelt would become the First Lady. At first, Anna Eleanor Roosevelt remained shy. She would also continue to be ridiculed by the press, making fun of her stout figure, toothy smile, and way of dress. Even her own mother-in-law, still over-protective of her son, would tell Eleanor’s own children that their mother was boring.
But, being First Lady allowed Eleanor Roosevelt to see more of the world, to see how the rest of the nation lived, outside of her privileged surroundings. She started speaking up for women, African-Americans, and children. And, she started influencing her husband, telling him what she saw.
She would continue to receive hate mail for her views, but it just made her stronger, more determined.
When the Daughters of the American Revolution boycotted the 1936 concert of African-American singer Marian Anderson, she would resign her membership and helped organize a new concert in front of the Lincoln Memorial that made history.
She flew with black (male) pilots and helped the Tuskegee Airmen in their successful effort to become the first black combat pilots.
She would be nominated three times, during her lifetime, for a Nobel Peace Prize. She became a renowned social and political activist, journalist, educator, and diplomat. Throughout her time as First Lady, and for the remainder of her life, she was a high profile supporter of the Civil Rights Movement, of equal rights for women, and of social reforms to uplift the poor.
Even after her husband’s passing, she remained active in politics for the rest of her life. President Truman would appoint her as a U.S. Delegate to the United Nations, where she would receive a standing ovation when the Universal Declaration of Human Rights was adopted on December 10, 1948.
She would chair President Kennedy’s ground-breaking committee which helped start second-wave feminism, the Presidential Commission on the Status of Women. And, she continued supporting women, even personally assisting in the careers of many women, providing them with guidance, giving them hope.
She would still remember when they called her an ugly duckling when she was growing up, but to the world, she was and continues to be a beautiful swan whose beauty inside helped her speak the truth, making the world a little better for all.
Self love, self care is so important. Without it, we simply look for its supply from outside ourselves, and most often left wanting.
We’ve been played against each other for so long, vying for the love of the masculine. Pulled sometimes into love of the feminine for the lack we discover elsewhere.
It is plain that true lack is on the inside. We’ve forgotten how to deeply love our self, so busy have we been at sending love and support to those outside our self … we have left WE behind, and many times look at each other as though we are enemy.
It’s a game you see.
If the feminine can be separated, then true healing, true nurturing cannot occur, for it is the woman who does this.
If she is lacking herself, and if there is no sisterhood to support her, then her cup will run empty and the whole world suffers.
It is time to leave behind that viscous vampire that demands so much yet gives so little, to none.
The roses are in bloom, yet many rose bushes are bare, no flowers appear there. The woman has been convinced to clip her own flower, giving it to the masculine, where it dies in short form … requiring the clipping of yet another one of her beautiful flowers, where the cycle repeats. This has been an intentional manipulation by those who know the power of women and their healing abilities.
They desire a sick world, with sick and unstable people, because it is that world which is easily controlled.
The feminine must nurture and heal herself. She must band with her sisters, leaving behind the desire for love from that which destroys, replacing that need, for a time, with her own deep love.
Bringing health to self, she will then be able to bring health to the whole. Mending the aspects of masculinity, healing our ailing sisters, so that all roses bloom, so that the love we seek will actually be present and healthy.
At this time, the only thing we will find is more who wish to suck our vibrancy until they’ve had their fill and discard us without helping replenish what they’ve taken.
Spiritually speaking, we are lacking, severely. It is only we who can turn it around.
My sisters, the women who nurture, who mend, who heal … it is time to reconnect with the deepest self love you can muster. Your cup must be filled, and in these times it is you who must fill it.
Let all else rest for a while as you nurture yourself and fill your cup. The men will be fine, the ‘friends’ will be fine, although they will make a ruckus. They’ve been used to you filling their cups, leaving no thing for yourself. When you start to retain goodness for self, they will reject the idea of you embracing you. Most will demand that you stop, and continue feeding the beast … their own selfish needs.
Our sexual energy is not for gratification alone. This energy builds worlds … the world of (y)our choice, or the world of another’s choice.
We’ve gone from being “of service to the people” to being “servant”.
Claim your power, your energy. You will need to be operating at maximum force for what is coming.
We need you healed (not heeled). We need you whole, your cup full to the point of overflow. It is this overflow which will heal others, indeed, the whole of the world. And when necessary, when the cup begins to empty once more, it will be for healing the sick and ailing energies of this world … the people, the animals, the plants, GAIA, our Mother.
It is the women that hold it all together.
Let us stop allowing the controllers to pit us one against the other.
It is this division that allows the most harm be done to our world.
This is our responsibility.
We shucked this responsibility for the promise of love. The promise of love that turned out to be manipulation and a form of slavery. (Many times, some have been fortunate and still bloom in love. Let them not leave their sisters behind, the sickness is growing).
We must bring emotional, energetic love back to self, reeling in all energies which are scattered, claiming them as our birthright, filling our own cup until it runneth over, spilling healthy, happy and whole into this depleted world.
You (We) are the healer.
You (We) are the nurturer.
Heal and nurture self, and the whole world will benefit.
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