 Woman.
Put your ache first. There is the medicine you seek. There is the guidance from your soul. Go slow, gentle, hesitantly even, but go. There are no hacks in the creatives underworld. Let it brew you, steep you, dissolve you. It will distill from you, the most wonderful essence you can gift the world. We need your art. Your medicine. Your embodied prayer. We need it in order to restore our collective Home. Individually, we are not a savior but collectively we are the salvation of the world.
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 When acting and moving from our own center, a woman’s gestures and body become one.
We come into full alignment with who we are and how we receive the world. A clear and trustworthy ‘knowing' emerges. This knowing of what and whom will support our evolution is informed and lived from the INSIDE OUT, rather than from the OUTSIDE IN. In this way we move out into the world from a place of fullness and overflow, not from a hunger that will confuse scraps for love.  Within us all, there is a DISCERNING VOICE. This voice calls out the falsity and dissonant noise of the fabricated world, whose intent is to keep us and distract us from our hearts' true inheritance of purpose. In order to listen to this guiding voice we must make True Presence a higher priority than comfort. True Presence always invites you into a greater intimacy with your own self-inflicted lies and inherited toxins blurring your awareness. This is the voice attuned to the greater message of your existence, this voice is what lights and guides you through the darkest and most painful of times. It knows the greater weaving, it always knows what is on the other side of what you yet, cannot see. This voice was with you before your very arriving. It reminds you that suffering is a doorway into another landscape of being, a more refined awareness. It asks you to trust the unseen far more than the already, decaying seen. Suffering can be safe passage to an expansive field of probability. A field with all the support, resources and opportunity needed to nourish your awareness which was not available to you before. Without this voice you can sit in thresholds that do not grant you passage and keep you in stories, that never get a chance to transform into new narratives and allow your souls’ beauty to ground and bloom into this world. This voice is the soul song to your unique choreography in the stage of this world. And paradoxically, it's in the silence your ears can hear its tune. Isn't all holiness but the cultivation of hearing the voice of our own soul? How often do you tithe sacred silence to learning the language of your discerning voice?  In general, men are not very gifted at lying. Some have practiced a lot and yes some are pretty damn good but when a woman is anchored in her truth of self, theres a clarity in her emotional body that becomes very sensitive to falsity and lies, from anyone. (Leaders, teachers, friends, healers, etc.) Lies carry a frequency of dissonance that feel energetically yucky in our sexual center (our womb space). Sometimes the man is unaware and is oblivious to his own lying and even that... our bodies are able to feel and inform us of. The problem arises when you don't trust your senses / intuition because you may be deeply invested in what fits with your idea of how it should or could be, (potential) OR we are too busy and don't make time to listen IN to what's really happening. Our senses are so powerfully felt, a language of its own, when they are aligned to radical self honesty and the refinement of your Self. They are a language of vibrations not words. Our womb space is a truth teller when you're more committed to cultivating its voice, than you are to keeping outdated stories and beliefs, aka BS and excuses. Our desire to be loved is so great that if we are not fully present we will only see what corroborates and enables our limiting stories. There is so much untapped power in listening through your womb/gut/intuition. Have you had an experience where you just 'knew' someone was lying to you? Nothing they said, something just didn't feel right? Or that all too familiar... ‘I knew it, I should of listened to myself!’ |