I see you. I hear you. I feel you. I believe you. I’m right there with you. I know the confusion you’re feeling, the sadness, the anger and rage, the disappointment, the emptiness, and the fear. I feel it, too. I hope you’ve had enough time to mull it over and try to make sense of it. I hope you found something that made sense of the senselessness. I’ve still not made sense of it all just yet, but I did get a message about what to do next.
I often have visits from my grandmothers when I meditate. They come to me and deliver messages, especially Ophelia, my Cherokee great (x6?) grandmother. Last night, she gave me some clarity around a mantra she’d given me in April, 2017. The mantra was “heal the female wound.” Here’s the gist of what she said.
It is time to work on ourselves. Time to heal ourselves and, thereby, each other. We must heal the female wound. Heal the wounded Divine Feminine in ourselves and society. [The Divine Feminine exists in all of us, regardless of gender.] There are several ways to view this and work on it, but the bottom line is that we all need to reconnect to our wombs and to each other, like sisters. There is a sisterhood of women who can come together, powerfully, to change the course of the future by standing up to and stopping further rapes and sexual assaults and abuse of us, our children, our families, our friends, our coworkers, our neighbors, and even our planet and our enemies.
We need to take care of ourselves and each other and come together over our collective pain. We must make peace with ourselves before we can make peace with each other. But we have to make peace with each other if we want to heal the female wound gaping in us all right now. We need to heal it within ourselves, and that will clear a lot of collective karma for us and our ancestors, for generations. To heal, you must do the following: Love yourself. Love what you were taught to hate about yourself. Love each other. We all want peaceful lives and surroundings and in order to have peace, we must make peace with our own wounds, flaws, and mistakes, and vow to do better.
Love what you were taught to hate about yourself. Love what you have hidden out of shame. Love what you beat yourself up over. Love what bothers you the most about yourself and others. And forgive yourself and others. Especially forgive anything that you did for survival but judge yourself for doing. You did what you had to do to survive, to continue on another day. It’s time to forgive yourself for that, and love yourself anyway. That is how you heal the female wound. That is how we move forward, together, for the better.