A Woman’s journey to a new beginning
I went on an inward journey. A journey to a place where women gathered. A beautiful woodland with open fields surrounding it. The children ran free. The women tended the fire. Sat in circle. Opened their hearts. A place so full of love and peace that it could only be a vision. Or could it…….?
Then the journey took me to a place of destruction. Where schools had been disserted. Homes frozen in time. A place of sadness and fear. A place that was ruled by lies and mistrust. A place that had been destroyed by its own people. Not by war or hate.
But by love.
Love so strong that it pierced the hearts of all. People woke and saw the reality. They saw the structure and walls that had been built around them. The years and years of deception. Brick after brick of lies. They no longer knew who they truly were. Conditioning wound around them so tight, they couldn’t breathe. But within themselves they began to remember. They had a knowing of a higher frequency. A remembering of another way to live. A primal instinct that was to set them free.
Love.
And so, they connected to Mother Earth, to nature, to the elements. They worked together. They held each other. They listened and did not judge. They spoke their truth in all its rawness. They welcomed in the divine masculine. He who provides and protects from a place of love. They resurrected the feminine. Her darkness and her light. Her cyclical ways. Her powerful and fierce love.
Together they created a new way of being.
A way of balance.
A way of sacred love.
To love yourself is to let go of the opinions and constraints. To let go of the conditioning of patriarchy, the wounded masculine energy. To allow the Divine Masculine to hold you, to protect you and to bring your inner knowing into action.
To love yourself is to be guided by you. To allow the Divine Feminine to exist in you. Her power and wisdom is yours. To be brave enough to stand up use your voice.
‘I honour and I love you, but I will not be shamed and blamed. I will not be quiet. I will not be told what I ‘should’ do or be. I will not be the butt of jokes. I will not feel fear when out alone. I am not wrong. I am not weak. I am not an object. I am a woman.’
This journey is written as it happened.
It came through me.
From my heart to yours.
