Tag: faith

The Rumbling in Women Waking Up

Mary LongLeave a comment

There is an earthquake starting in women who are ready. A rumbling so strong that sometimes it feels as if it will spontaneously combust our human containers.

What if there’s a truth so powerful that for millennia those in control have been actively burying it? What if this truth is hidden deep in the souls of women, and it was ordained long ago that at this time in human history, when all seemed lost and there was nothing to cling to anymore, it was agreed that this was the time She would rise again, and we would be the midwives and the birthers of this new dawning?

Considering the revelations regarding Deepak Chopra being one of the predators in the files (Yes. Predator. When you tell a known and convicted pedophile to ‘bring your girls’, you are a predator) and knowing this is the first of many, I propose that moving forward women seek out only women as spiritual leaders and guides.

I say this because when women gather, we remember. We remember the truths of our divinity and power buried deep in our cellular memory. When we gather, we are gently nudging each other awake and whispering ‘remember, remember.’

All traditional religious teachings and much of the new age spirituality have a foundation of patriarchy, some hidden deeper than others. There is nothing new that’s been revealed for a long, long time. Just the same old male-dominant teachings wrapped in different packages.

We cannot move forward into the new while clinging to the old. We cannot boldly speak our truth while continuing to seek approval from the status quo. Our current belief system was built on the premise of male domination and control. Women are programmed to be supporters and helpers. Females are told they are not holy enough to serve in the highest capacities of their churches and religions. This is tradition and compliance, and it has nothing to do with who we really are and why we’re here. It’s propaganda with nefarious intention.

This is a pivotal point in our human journey. The energy of life is asking us if we will flow with it to a life aligned with the truth of our power and sovereignty, or if we’ll wrap the blanket of false security around us once again and go back to being good, obedient little girls who find their reward in being helpmates.

Those of us who have heard the call will face the fear and follow that call, unable to explain what is rising but more certain of it than anything we’ve ever known in our lives.

Our time of being led by men is ended. We are remembering that we hold the secrets to the origins of life. It is females that gestate, birth and sustain life. We are the gender that is made in the image of the Creator of all.

There is nothing more powerful than a group of women who have united in their remembrance of who they are and what they’re capable of, which is why those in power actively work to keep us fearful and divided. Our television programs are filled with weak women who are fighting each other over men and money. Reality shows are creating the reality they want us to believe in, one where women are divided and disempowered, spending their energy seeking out men, youth and beauty as if it is the holy grail, unaware that we carry the real holy grail within our own bodies. If they keep programming us with division and fear, they can keep us locked in the fever dream of women as second best, here to serve others.

We have been programmed with images of holy women that are soft-spoken, demure and compliant. That is intentional. We have never seen images of the Divine Feminine as the powerful warrior goddess She truly is, unafraid, empowered and righteously raging at those who wish to harm others and erase Her. 

I know there are many women who are comfortable in their assigned roles. I understand. All I ask is that you respect those of us who choose to step out of line and follow our wild paths and that you do not actively work with those who wish to get us back in line.

Honor the path of your sisters. Without judgment.

The People I Love

Mary LongLeave a comment

I’m writing this after a restless night, the result of an image I saw before going to bed. I’ve seen many of the horrific abuses being done to our immigrant brothers and sisters, but this one left me speechless.

Two men in uniform are smashing the driver’s side window of a car as they are grabbing a woman behind the wheel, who looks to be in her forties or fifties. She’s speaking Spanish to the woman who is crying and filming from the passenger seat as these men bark at her and drag her out of the car. I saw this image shortly after I watched a commercial where a government representative told all illegal immigrants to leave our country or face the consequences.

Like you, I spend many days asking how this can possibly be America. How did we allow this to happen?

These questions trouble me in ways so deep it’s sometimes hard to carry on with normal life.

But I think the most difficult thing I’m wrestling with is all the people I’ve known and loved my entire life who not only voted for this but are cheering on these horrors being inflicted on our fellow human beings.

These are people who’ve been there for me throughout my life, who I’ve laughed and cried with. These are the people who I believed would be by my side until I left this earth, but I’ve not spoken to any of them since the inauguration and these horrors began to unfold.

It’s not because I no longer love them. It’s because I’m no longer certain that we hold common ground. It’s because I find it hard to laugh and joke with them knowing what is happening is something they support.

If you’d have asked me I would have told  you that they are all good and kind people and would never celebrate harm being inflicted on others.

But the fact that they would vote for this hateful, vindictive man, let alone applaud these violent and abusive actions has left me wondering. Can you be a good and kind person and still celebrate violence inflicted on others? It’s something I’m trying to understand. I’m trying to understand how many of them sit in those pews every Sunday and sing praises for Jesus, while supporting the suffering and abuse of our brothers and sisters.

I know you cannot hate others without being filled with hate yourself. I know you cannot cause harm to others unless you are someone causing harm to yourself. I know these hateful words and actions come from a lack of love within, but it is still hard to process. I have compassion for their inner pain but cannot accept their need to inflict it on others.

Loving them is not in question. My love for them has not lessened. But I’m also seeing that loving someone and accepting their actions don’t always coincide.

Hating them is not an option. How can I rail against the hatred that has taken over our country while adding more hatred to it? No, I don’t hate them at all.

I have known tragedy and heartbreak in my life, but this is one I’ve never faced before.  This has upended the foundation I built my life on. I am grateful to have a firm belief system founded in a spiritual path void of traditional religious beliefs, but it is still challenging to ingest all that is happening. Some days I have to unplug from all of it and get very quiet. Going within and connecting with whatever it is that created all of us. It’s the only way I’ve found that is helping me survive this insanity.

My greatest hope is that they’re so insulated in their bubbles of propaganda that they are  oblivious to what’s actually happening. That the selective news they watch is feeding them only what they choose to hear and not the truth of the pain and destruction raining down on the world as a result of their choice, and that when they realize the truth they will withdraw their support.

I have no delusions of an immediate ‘kumbaya’ revival. Figuring out what takes over a person that allows them to be indifferent to the suffering of others is beyond my pay grade.

But I know the human heart, and I know it was built for love, compassion and support. This is evident whenever tragedy strikes. I always think of 9/11 and the stories we heard that resulted from it. How people not only helped each other regardless of the color of their skin, but gave their lives so others could live.

Whoever or whatever created us all implanted in us an innate need to be kind and compassionate. To aid each other and cooperate with each other.

How so many got so far off this path is not something I can fully explain or comprehend.

But I do know deep in my bones that love is the most powerful force in the universe, and it may be delayed, but it is never denied.

So, I continue to love those I’ve always loved, even if it’s from a distance. And I pray that one day they will remember who they really are and walk away from the hatred and division, and remember that love is their compass, and follow it.