The 💆🏽♀️feminine
Coming from deep brokenness💔
After chaos rocking pain, torture so young
😣She was born from hurt / pain. Standing on broken glass
She had to take care of another young life👶🏽
Had to rise, protect, clean
First she was quiet, only 🧹cleaned + hygiene🧼
Poise and sharp mind her weapons
Destined for great things
💔Tearing herself up for decades
Believing she was ugly / stained / flawed
She clawed her way out of an 😓abyss, generations old
She rose of her own design never cheating
Pleading with the goddess for 💀death & darkness
She could not breath, anxiety heavy tore at her
🙍🏽♀️She could do nothing right
Be nothing right, or so she thought…
Evolve🦋 she would over eons
Caring for others is one thing…
Caring for oneself gently is another…
She slowly learned to care for herself and heal🤕
New ways of being / paths congealed
Her 🌠divinity manifested in most unlikely times…
A (supposed) Shaman & witch wife tried to degrade her
(They did not know she wasn’t alone) 😲
Her friends always close / never far…
👁🗨👁🗨2 eyes to watch and listen, but who stares through?
Fateful night she hurt, but pain was nothing new
Her suffering almost nothing
She thought / felt / heard suffering around her 😫
Asking the most important question:
“Why?”
“Why do my people need to suffer so?” 😔
The answer: “They don’t need to.”
“None need to suffer so.” 😲
–“Pain is a part of this place, but much suffering is unnecessary”
Good things can take its place
That holiest of nights–she prayed🙏🏽🙏🏽. She prayed as Jesus prayed:
“Please…for our people…for us…for this place…let it not be swallowed in flames” 🔥
“Please!” She begged and pleaded. She 😭cried pure tears for all
Then she was quiet and surrendered
🤲🏽Hands in prayer
She would give anything to save her people
She let go of her attachment to herself
The waters💦 of her tears transformed
She wept for the souls long gone and all yet to be born
In that moment of sacrifice, she was transformed
All pain and suffering gone
🌟Light radiated from her
And she prayed, prayed for all🙏🏽
She felt energy, power surged through her body
She was part of everything🌌
She was everything
Not of ego, she understood nothing, yet knew everything
A different part, a different way 🌸bloomed in her
She sat stunned, the 🧙🏽♀️great mother reborn
The goddess ✨shined through her
They were one (as they always had been)
For the Goddess is in all ♾
Her pain / suffering humbled her, 🕊wings of compassion sprouted at her back
Her sacrifice released her, she let herself fall
And the 🧙🏽♀️Goddess was there to catch her (as she always had been)
It was her time to 🕊fly for us all
Her time to soar. She set about changing everything
Her ways; her rules
🙅🏽♀️No other would force her way / path again
It was always her choice to make and her choice always was…
“For the ✨light, for all of us, for our people, for all beings, for this place–joy and mercy”
She did not beg, she 🙏🏽prayed and she was
The Goddess’s 🎇light healed her broken battered heart
Healed from abuse—Of others / self-inflicted
She sat for ages in front of the fire 🔥
Cloak drawn around her as she listened to the whispers of the universe (and the whispers of the people near)
She 😊smiled closed eyed / open hearted at them. The ones of a darker way she loved and prayed for just the same
She chuckled inwardly when the (supposed) shaman and his witch tried to cast 👿spells on her again
She could feel / 👁see through it. They had no power over her; The dark pair masquerading as healers of light would never go far peddling the sacred waters…they would have more luck with cocaine.
She sat listening, love radiating, no judgment, as they tried to manipulate her, tried to curse her again and again.
They were so 😵confused why nothing worked. She just smiled. Blessing them, though they would not feel the blessings this night
This was the best night of her life…thus far
So much happened, she felt 🤝🏽connected to everything
Before she felt separation; she’d always separated herself from others
That was what her mother did and her 👵🏽mother did and her mother before her…
No matter what would happen, the girl goddess promised she would not ✂cut herself off from the universe again. She would find the right people who would aid her in her divine mission
She knew alone she was weak, but with the right friends they could move heaven and earth🌎
It was time for the change to begin and as time went on things would fall into place
It didn’t matter where she went or who she saw
Or what other energies would try and push her and change her in dark😈 ways
Those energies could never push her down to where she was before
Socrates was right: once you reach the 🥰heart floor, it’s a fast elevator to the top🚀
