The dark feminine. It is one of the aspects that has haunted the civilization for quite a long time now. And now since the game is changing, there are somethings that must be seen, known, acknowledged and moved past for all women, children and mothers out there; for there to be truly, a resolution, a knowing of moving beyond the dark feminine.
And as usual, I can only give pointers here. It is for you, the reader, to see this, around you, or in yourself or in others. And the beauty of it is, as you see it truly, in any way, the energies start to clear. The haze moves away and the bright sun shines, once again.
dear feminine, this has haunted you, right from childhood. When you were a child, you played and danced in the gardens of your life, moving freely, knowing that there is a freedom of life energy, that danced with you, with playful laughter and fun and giggles, all of which you drank from and became more feminine. As years went by and you came to puberty, then came the storms of womanhood, crashing upon your innocence. And life visited you yet again, but in a different way now. It stemmed from your veins, from your womb, the desiring began. These desirings of life itself, from deep within your flesh you were unknown to and were unable to understand or comprehend. What is this? How do I relate to this? Is this also me? or is this something that is visiting me? Or is something coming from within me? All kinds of questions without answers. But you took the easiest way out. Culture. Doctrine. Other women like your mothers, who passed you their own limited knowing about this profound changes occurring within you. And so you became an unknowing partner in crimes for propagating the darkness of feminine, yet again.
You started to control others around you. You engaged in Manipulation. You took pleasure in Domination through coercion and the so-called feminine wiles. You flirted with boys, just to enjoy your power over them. For life itself stemming from within your vagina, gave you that power to attract. To pull other life towards you. Life inviting more life to engage in birth and creation. Instead of playfully engaging in love, you engaged in power and control over masculine. And yet they scared you did they not. For they rebellled against your very attitude of wooing without conclusion. To attract but not engage. And you started believing in the power of control and domination through your very femininity but not truly engaging with love and creativity of it all. All along insecure, scared of life that is consuming you, and yet running away from owning all that power of life. Passion became something of power, and only for the sake of power. Little did you realize, that the power of life visiting you, was not of you, but through you. You do not and have never owned that power, but simply a vessel of earth through which all nurturing and creativity of life itself flows. After all, did you not notice, that your very womb is the vessel of creation of humanity?
As a dark feminine woman, you became more consumed with this illusive power. And at the same time, you became more insecure inside, knowing very well, that this power that comes through you, does not have an ever lasting youth or life. You felt you have limited time. Clock was ticking! You started manipulating men around you. Got married and engaging in all kinds of vows and promises from your masculine counter part. Promising and receiving promises of love and cherishment from your partner, one that you, yourself could never deliver or even hope to; for you were never engaging in anything. Simply trying to avoid a conclusion that you knew and saw around you: the inevitable that one day, all that beauty, youthful feminine life energy in you, that showed itself as attractor of life itself, would fade into oblivion and you would be left with nothing, but wrinkles and old age. Being drunk from your power of control over your partner, in life, in bed, in your sexuality, in your manipulations of wanton praises of beauty and your oozing sexuality, demands of decorations of your body to maintain and entrain superficial decorations, your house and your mythically illusory personality traits, you never could see the very obvious truth, that you were never in any of this. Inherently you knew, that this is not truly you or never could be. How could life be so cruel as to flow through me, and yet not belong to me? How could life flow so much power of attraction and passionate lust, yet strip away everything I know, a few years later, only to become a cynical lonely old woman who seemingly lived a pointless past? That was and always has been a frightening thought you ran from is it not? And so you clung to everything that was never yours to begin with, using all cloudy tools you had at your disposal, causing all manner of damage, not just to you and your partner or many as such, but to all humanity and all life; for you could not see the light that you truly could be: to truly let love and passion flow and flow continually without any stoppers or boundaries; without any rules or regulations; without any control or manipulation.
And then came motherhood and it all became even more confusing isn’t it? Children. Boys and girls. And some of them came and went quickly and left you torn inside. How could life bloom within my womb and yet be taken away by life itself? What purpose did all that bring? Unanswered questions. Some lived. And you breathed your compassionate mother from within you, into that little life. You gave it unconditional love. Or did you? As they grew up, did your love become conditional? Did you want them to grow up according to your rules and conditions? What you believed right and wrong? Society and culture crutch once again? And so you transformed that feminine power into a mother power, still remaining within the power framework of operation, didn’t you? How has it panned out, oh dark mother? Are you not seeing the play out in your news, seeing dark masculine, demanding and commanding armies, controlling the world around you, abusing the feminine, calling them the better half and treating them as a substandard gender all in the same breath? And now can you really, truly blame the masculine for all the damage in the world and to you, knowing that you propagated this to begin with? All that illusion of power of life, that you wanted to hang on to, command and disperse with your body and mind, is now being reflected back to you via dark masculine from the world around you isn’t it? Your husband, your lover, your children, all demanding from you. Your world, now mired in superlatives that don’t make any sense to you, is it? And you’re this crazy drunk woman, mother who has no clue one day, what really happened in you, in your life, through you, through your very body? What is all this, that I call, my life?!
Wake up dear feminine. You can choose now, this moment onwards, to just engage with life that flows through you. Choose to let it flow, rather than be in illusion that you own it; let it own you. Become a flow with it, for you do not own life: it merely flows through your womb and your being. Become that river that nourishes everything it touches, rather than being in the myth that you control it. Allow life to manipulate you into a breeze that is the wind of creation itself. You are not that wind. It just flows through your breasts. It just becomes your hair that cascades in the physical winds of earth. Life chose you to be that vehicle of nurturing and compassion, not to hold on to it, but to give it all away. In all that you give away, you become more of you, claim more of your youth and old age. You stop moving in grace, and let grace overcome your stride. Let your children as boys, your men as your companion drink from this sacred essence, and they will bless you, revere and honor you, for they would then see the beauty of all life itself, and not mere illusions. But something real and attainable. And at the same time, your true security, becomes your own flowing, not hanging on to someone or something, but a gracious sensuality envelopes you from everywhere. Trees sway, with your hair. Birds sing with your voice. Rivers of earth flow as gracefully as you do. Rains shower benevolence with your compassion. The very earth bows before your true beauty as it shines through your being outward, yet ever receiving everyone inward into you, your body, your breath. As you become this true love, the essences of your body, become your perfume, the butterfly swings in the air you breathe out, the new children honor your word, from the truth that always comes in understanding and beauty through your lips, and men will love you without condition or need, for they would not need any more food of life, other than your being. You will start healing the world, one human at a time. You will start embracing all that always belonged to you, that you threw away once. Once again, the choruses of songs that were always here, will resound from the earth, played by orchestra of skies and you will hear it. Once again, you will become real. Not some mythology or a fake goddess. But someone that looks into the eyes of those around you, and all everyone sees is love moving. Everything about you then becomes love. You’ll find that you need not talk of love or even of spreading it, but it will become you, without you ever having to own it ever again. So wake up dear feminine, the world is awaiting your arrival. The awakened divine feminine.