Pussy Moans Yes

pussy moans yes

This weekend I witnessed magick.
It’s happening every day, all around us – women are waking up to the power within. Realigning with their Universe given gift of strength, wisdom, and sorcery.
As I stood there with my sign

“I bleed for 5 days and don’t die.¬†What’s your superpower?”

I watched as children, teenagers, young adults, less-young adults, mothers, and grandmothers tapped into the power of the pussy.
Because that’s what it is. That’s where this comes from.
There’s a womb within each and every one of us that births life.
And no, I don’t mean children.
I’m talking about creativity, pleasure, love, divinity, connection, and unassailable strength.

You can’t tell me that it’s by mere coincidence that our corporeal vessels serve as the perfect mirror of Mama Earth’s own seasonality?

That our wombs just happen to mimic Her cycle of death and rebirth?

That our bodies experiencing their own winter, spring, summer, and fall is not without alchemy?

Her magic is Our magic. We are of the earth. Each and every one of us: powerful in her own right.
Yet so often we hide from our gifts. We skip winter and go straight to spring. We take little pills and bury our intuition. We power through, instead of flowing with ease. We maintain a barrier between our feet and the dirt. We sterilize every aspect of our femininity and wonder why – WHY we feel somehow incomplete.

Disconnected.

But we hide because that’s what we were taught. Because, in order to be tamed, to be governed, to be lorded over, it was necessary to disconnect us. First from each other, and then from within. And so the gifts lie forgotten.
But the magick of our ancestresses – it belongs to us, too. The healing. The seeing. The feeling. The creation.
Every last wisp – intrinsically ours.
So, that feeling of recognition, the gentle tugging from somewhere deep within your sacral region when you see another woman stepping into her witchery, into her pussy power –
listen to that.
It’s the feeling that happens right before something inside of you shifts and the conditioning kicks in.
It’s the deep rooted yesssss that takes place (whether you hear it or not) right before your eyes roll. Right before you turn away. Right before you laugh to yourself. Right before you mock me for being ridiculous and turn right back into your comfort zone.
It’s the feeling that happened as you read this. Right now – this instant.
That feeling? That’s her. Your goddess. Your very own connection to source.
And when you turn away, when you bury and shush and eye roll and laugh because it makes you wholly uncomfortable?
Remember this: it’s the discomfort, not the yesss, that you’ve adopted as your own.
And just like the cloak that grows too heavy, too cumbersome, too ill-fitting to bear – so, too, the discomfort is yours to shed.

Yesss.

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