-Unconscious intoxicated woman
Come here little boy,
blind, scared little boy,
take that dare little boy.
You want to see how mama works?
You want to explore the inside of the Earth?
You watch, spill your seed, while mature men fill my need.
Because this is not something you can take for yourself,
this is something I give to you,
when you are ready,
when I deem you worthy of initiation to your soul.
Right now, you are a void, a black hole.
Muscle memory and vision, animal nature,
is all you know,
for you have never planted a seed in fertile soil.
You are a headless horseman of the Apocalypse.
Do you know you are actively engaging in your spiritual death,
by getting off with a slap on the wrist,
denying your participation beyond intoxication?
We collectively see the need to send you down the fast lane into hell.
But, this is congratulations.
This is your introduction to the soul.
For you have lived in a formless realm for a while,
and now this is your story.
It’s okay, little boy,
love is there for you, little boy.
Love is here for you little boy, in the form of salvation.
I have stood where you are in the palace of the Gods~
before myself weeping,
detoxifying from a life of privilege~
sweating beads of deceit out of my pours,
It hurts when hormones flood your body, do you remember?
I’m sure you know,
so full of testosterone, swimming in the Feminine water of locks
with only one key, no knowledge of where it goes.
Just a turbo-charged desperation,
an inheritance of repressed sexuality.
This is our child.
This boy is us.
This is the cry of a society that has the depth of an oil spill in contrast to the deep ocean trenches.
We are moving beyond this,
and the backlash can attest.
It is time for mamas to reclaim the nest,
and nurture the way we know how,
an introduction to the soul,
disciplining our children,
showing them how to know,
evolving beyond the bird brain rationale of comparison and shame.
It is born on a mantle of rainbows,
which is comprised of piercing cries from the underworld.
Let us hear you cry, little boy. Beg for mercy from the Goddess that she
show you how to become civilized.
Beg for punishment.
Show us you know you don’t know.
Let us kick you out of the nest.
Because we are you.
You are us.
~*we are interconnected, a tree needs its roots needs its branches needs its trunk needs its sun needs its insects needs its water needs its fruits needs its seeds needs its roots needs its branches needs its trunk needs its sun needs its insects needs its water needs its fruits needs its seeds*~
This issue goes deep, deeper than underage drinking, deeper than privilege and race, deeper than conspiracy, and government. This is connection, and we are reflecting each other every day more and more in the fact that we deliver punishment where we see fit, and bestow grace on those who do good. Our moral compass does not belong in the hands of God or the church. We cannot afford to outsource our voices to those in dark rooms making decisions for us. The children are our children, the mothers are our mothers, the fathers our fathers. It is our responsibility as a collective to stand up and demand justice. He needs a punishment. But ultimately, he needs to truly understand why he’s being punished. He doesn’t see that it’s a big deal. Are we fishes swimming in the water of rape culture? This concept is new to me. Yes, I’ve lived under a rock for some time. I’ve taken for granted how safe I can feel, which is very safe, most of the time, despite the fact that I have run for my life from men who were chasing me and following me and tracking me down. I knew the power of sexuality early on. For me, it has been crucial to reclaim my sexuality in order to combat these forces. To face my demons instead of ignoring them. To kill where death is necessary. If he can be rehabilitated in the ways of understanding that we collectively decide would be beneficial, if he can muster a true, sincere apology and dedicate his life to a greater awareness, we have done our jobs as responsible citizens of humanity. We cannot defend this behavior, despite the legal system and their words. We are beyond words. We need justice. And we need a way to create justice~ or we are not worth our inheritance of life, for every individual member and as a whole.
We need to teach our boys how to treat women.
But more importantly, we need to teach our girls how to treat themselves, because this teaches boys how to treat girls.
There is no working system of empowerment for young girls, but there needs to be, passed down from empowered woman to empowered woman.
Repressed sexuality comes out under the influence, and violence is an obvious expression of this.
Men look to women to find a connection.
Women are the embodiment of spirituality. With the polarity inherent inside of our bodies, we come with a built in moral compass and psychological awareness that is not inherent in the bodies of men. Men require direction. Their only connection to the Goddess, or their soul, is through nature, or through women. Women are inherently connected, as they embody the Goddess. This is a woman’s worth. This is the spirituality of womanhood, gaining an awareness of embodying the Goddess. And this is what girls need to know in order to gain that awareness, and the knowledge that comes with it.
And only then, when our empowered girls take back the reins, will the boys know their true place at the foot of the Goddess…waiting to be formed in the universal key that can unlock any door. Not before. Not after.
image originally found on goddessofsacredsex.com