Woman - Conduit - The Sacred

It’s getting clearer to me, now. I know why women are dying in such huge numbers. In so many different ways, so many different cultures, so many different environments and contexts and geographies.

Hiding is killing us. Silencing ourselves is killing us. Being small and puny is killing us. Forcing ourselves to be less than who we are so that others will not harm us (physically, emotionally, socially, etc) is killing us. Were I to allow it to be released, the scream in my body would shake the ground on which I stand!

If we are dying in our silence anyway, why would we not choose to at least explore living in the sound of who we are?

My morning was spent with yet another powerful, incredible woman. That which is sacred within her WILL NOT ALLOW her to be silent anymore. As we talked, it was clear that the body vibration that accompanies the immensity of who she is, is unfamiliar and in some ways uncomfortable for her. And yet, she cannot stop herself! It is a glorious moment to bear witness to the Sacred pressing through the concrete of cultural habituation. I am moved and honored to have witnessed it.

We hide the sacred within us that we might not be discovered for the charlatans we are! We are NOT inept! We are NOT incremental in how we move through the world! Our sins….our crime…our secret… is not in what we do or don’t do - it is in what we do not allow ourselves to be seen to already be! We know what lives inside us, and we inch through our lives in fear that if we’re found out, we’ll be harmed. And so we wait… often in the darkness of our own thoughts… until we find another who ‘feels’ safe to us. In that moment of safety, we are freed to find ourselves.

How many of us lock down on the wave of the Sacred that moves through us as we speak of creating what is meaningful to us? How many of us hold back… pull back and hold our breath, our joy, our magnificence… and do not allow others to see us in the moment of being so powerfully moved… so compelled to be alive!... as the awakened, sentient expressive beings that we are? We retract and press down the full measure of who we are that we might not frighten ourselves.

We are dying – in vast numbers – at the hands of others. We are also dying at our own hand because we will not choose LIFE! We stand firm… no, not quite true… we stand STUCK in the histories shaped by others and allow them to become the prisons that take our futures.

We are dying of breast cancer in epidemic proportions because we can’t breathe! We don’t know how to let the breath of who we are be inhaled… how to take that huge, gulping gasp that will awaken us to a different world… and so, our Life Force leaves. There is no room for it to engage within the small, tight chambers we’ve created that we call our lives.

We have thyroid problems in record numbers because we have kept our voices small and tight for so long, we’ve forgotten what it sounds like. Do we even recognize the sound of who we are when we hear ourselves? Can that small, tinny sound be me??? When we listen to the sound of our own voice, does it betray us in what it says and how it says it? Or do we even believe we have anything left to say that matters to anyone – especially to ourselves.

Today, as I spent my morning with yet another powerful, amazing woman, I found hope inside myself, in the sound of her voice. The truth of who she is seeps out of her pores. And even she can no longer pretend that it is not so! In this moment, I am filled with hope for us all.

Breathing is good…..