Intuitive Feminine Wisdom
Notes and takeaways from my online course.
Intuitive Feminine Wisdom
Ponder on the cosmic quality of your existence.
We come from the infinite. In fact, it is a challenge to incarnate into a body. A woman is a fallen angel, and you always come with something needing repair. Whatever is hindering you, is actually your medicine, benefitting you and all of Earth. Accept that an angel fallen is still an angel.
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“Women are sacred manifestations of Spirit. In most ancient cultures, women receive intuitive feminine tools when they transform from adolescence to womanhood, from there to motherhood, and eventually crone grandmotherhood.
Our body is a spiritual tool — connects us to the sun, the moon, the sacred hoop of life, and helps us remember that we come
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I know, these rituals had nothing to do with my womanhood. Growing up, my transition into adolescence was riddled with secrecy and again, shame. My changing body was not something to draw attention to - for fear that it could draw the wrong kind of attention. I have no memory of my mother explaining much to me about what it meant to become a woman, apart from talks about safety, and how I had to be careful, and how there were people out there that might want to harm me if I was not alert and smart. Again, I don’t think I felt celebrated… it felt like I was being warned. No one ever mentioned to me that growing into a woman was a beautiful process, and that as a creator of life, I would be divinely connected with Spirit. No one ever mentioned the sacred power that I would be carrying. And that, sadly, may be the case by design.
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