FEMININE ESSENCE
SPIRIT OF LIFE
Many men are also lost in the ways of the modern world, not knowing how to find their way home. When a man truly adores this essence of his woman, he finds his own essence and his own power in a way that brings him humbly and deeply into his body and being. He, too, can shed the dishonesty of a society that is not lived in love.
In a world of truth, there is no matriarchy and no patriarchy. There is only the presence of impersonal love, where both are honoured for their unique essence.
The innate receptivity of the feminine psyche is extremely sensitive to all outer influences. When a woman experiences male domination, brutality, control and misuse of power, she receives and absorbs these energies until they become a part of her.
She is then unable to flourish within her true essence, as she struggles to deal with emotions and feelings that are not of her. The wisdom of the female essence is displaced in contemporary society for the male-dominated world is not her world, and its ways are not her ways. Her natural roles of lover, nurturer, creator, healer, midwife, mother, priestess and muse do not rest easily within the psyche of modern civilisation.
Fearing the depths of her vast void of darkness, the world tries to control her, and in doing so, loses its power whilst suppressing hers. Her strong hips and thighs are created for lovemaking and for squatting upon the earth in childbirth. They are not created to be controlled by stirrups and clocks in hospital delivery rooms.
Stripped of her virtue and integrity, she often endures unnecessary procedures and operations that disrupt her intuitive flow of instinctual wisdom. Her babies are ripped from her womb, as if the divine female essence does not know how to give birth. Pharmaceutical companies have now banned many of her ancient healing herbs, even though their nourishing qualities are acknowledged in the bible.
She has been taught that she does not know how to make love, give birth, or be a woman, except through the definition of the contemporary male world. She frequently relinquishes her power to the male authorities that tell her how to give birth without honouring her natural intuitive rhythms.
She has been forced to believe that she cannot heal without synthetic drugs, cannot menstruate, give birth or go through menopause without medical intervention or make love without sexual performance. And daily her fury echoes across the planet.
Fearing her passionate power, contemporary civilisation seeks to weaken her inherent feminine strength, a strength that is not hard or forceful, but fluid, spiritual, intuitive and wise. If the world applauds her, it is because, in some way, she is being male. Her spontaneous essence knows no boundaries.
Her wildness, like that of the earth, cannot be defined, controlled or owned. In this male-dominated world, she has been made to feel secondary and inferior. In reaction to this, she tries to prove herself in male ways. In truth, she has no need to prove herself for she only needs to simply be the sweet mystery of her essence. A real man has no desire to dominate or control her, but only to love her.
As if she has taken a sleep-inducing drug, she has been lulled into a place of forgetfulness. It is now time for her to re-awaken to her real nature. As a means of survival, she has conveniently forgotten the all-giving power of the female essence. Every day, upon this planet, her sisters are raped, her children abused, her love violated.
It is no wonder that she shouts, storms, and weeps, for she carries the violation of the world within her womb, within this sacred sanctuary that is only created for love. Her fire has been quenched, her spirit dampened, her essence ignored. She has forgotten how to weave her wisdom, spin her fate, and become an outpouring vessel of creativity, love and inspiration to all.
It is her nature to make love. It is her nature to live in intimate communion with her beloved. It is her nature to share her joy and wisdom with her spiritual sisters. It is not her nature to become tough, unforgiving, spiteful, unloving, brittle, isolated. Her female essence is a sacred state, a joyful merging in deepest stillness with the Source.
This essence is deeply feminine, but not weak. It is tenderly vulnerable, but not faint-hearted. It is courageously strong, but not forceful. It is gently soft, but not inhibited. It is wisely uncompromising, but not unyielding. It is a burning fire of love.
When a woman is not deeply reached by a man’s love, her full flowering remains untapped. She will then frequently fill her life with excessive demands and busy activities, so as to avoid the emptiness of not being seen, honoured or reached in the oceanic depths of her mysterious inner universe.
The feminine essence intrinsically embodies union, not separation. Untamed and uncontrollable, it burns within the heart and soul of every woman. The world stifles her joy, her wildness, her unstructured whimsical nature and her mysteriously intoxicating fragrance.
When her body is separated from the earth by high-heeled shoes, synthetic clothing, chemical drugs and processed food, she loses touch with her wild instinctual rhythm. When forced to deny the soft openness of her essence, she separates from her sacred ancient knowing, her timeless wisdom and sweet surrender to love.
True femaleness naturally flows without movement and shines without projection. When a man is too deeply immersed in his busy world, he fails to hear her haunting feminine call of deep silence. He starves, whilst unaware that his deepest nourishment is in loving this unnameable power within his woman, and within himself. Her timeless essence waits to draw him like a moth to a flame, threatening to dismantle his rigid structures as he willingly dives into its mystery.
For our planet to survive the forces that ravage it daily, the feminine essence must again become sacred. Woman must fully flower into her wisdom, love, truth and power. Her unfathomable source of female essence must again be revered as the holy mystery of life. For our planet to survive, the feminine essence must be truly loved.
Copyright ~ Sophia Breillat ©
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Sophia is a woman who lives, writes and paints from the heart
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