About six months ago I dreamed I had a baby girl. The feeling was of profound Love as I beheld her beauty and nurtured her warmly.
She played happily in some dirt, free and guileless, but then a dark infection entered the dream and she looked scared and whispered –
“Daddy will be angry I dirtied my pretty pink dress.”
Ach, it broke my heart. She was starting to believe those lies about being not good, not worthy. You're weak, irrational, be quiet, be pretty, get that look off your face and please daddy (in whatever form he comes).
In the dream I was swamped by despair and grief. I felt powerless to take a stand. When I woke up I wished I could go back and sort that shit out.
I recreate that dream and tell her now -
‘My darling, you are wonderful in every way and it is fantastic that you play and so what if your dress got dirty. Lets rumble!’ Then we roll around in the dirt.
Humanity has been through eons of patriarchal bullying, and both sexes suffer as a result. But women have more to come to peace with than men. Women have paid the price in our flesh and souls that carries through blood and soul lines, regardless of how well off our lives may be now. Whether our pain is in our awareness or comes out insidiously, these wounds won’t be casually dismissed - but I can say from my own experience that they can be integrated and truth restored.
To do it we have to find that part of ourselves, our innocent essence, and stand for it.
The lies about us would have us believe them, but they’re nothing when the truth shines on them. The deeper I connect with my essence, the more the terrifying tyrants - in their many forms - have nothing on me.
Through Mahat Meditation, and 12 years of self work, I have come to know myself as my true essence and it keeps deepening.
By getting so-called dirty, we learn about who we are. We expand our wisdom and keep consciousness evolving. Yeah, maybe things got dirtier here on Earth than we'd intended when we started playing in the world of opposites. We got stuck on the wheel of karma for longer than we'd like. But the eternal truth remains of who we are in our Great Souls beyond the illusion of opposites.
How's this for a plot....be a human who forgets their divine nature then gradually remembers over thousands of lifetimes. Grand adventure or whah?
I'm starting to really love my dirty dress.