I left a house naked wearing only a sheet. My intention was seduction and exposure. But, when I saw a man approaching me, I became frightened and thought better of my original intention. I ran back into the house where I locked all the doors, shut all the windows, and pulled down the blinds.
As a woman in this life, I am on a journey I have only begun to recognize. That journey involves what it means to be a woman right now on this planet. In a certain way, it is something I have denied, or overshadowed as I am not one who thinks of myself only as a woman, or as a Caucasian, or of Italian descent. I know myself as more, and am wary of the sort of pride, which comes with over-identification of any such aspect of ourselves.
Yet, to go on overshadowing what it means to be born a woman may mean I am missing out on an opportunity to consciously know the gifts of the Sacred Feminine, and how they might be used to help restore and heal the planet. This dream I had lets me know I am at least ready to examine the feminine, yet I also see I am not prepared quite yet to embody her true aspects.
What are her true aspects? Since, I am still hiding, I cannot claim to know. The dictionary says this about the feminine: having qualities of delicateness and prettiness. In music it is referred metrically as a weak beat. Based on these definitions, the feminine doesn’t seem to hold much strength. Yet, the predominate male energy running on the planet, suggests something different. On one end we receive the message we mustn’t reveal too much of ourselves. We must remain pure and wholesome, and in our standard roles of mothers and wives. On the other end, we receive the message we are here for the pleasure of men, and therefore must reveal ourselves more, but only as it pertains to our bodies and sexuality.
If the feminine is not powerful, than why the confusion? Why is it we don’t know what to do with the feminine? Why has it been oppressed for so long? So feared? Kept hidden in our religions except for the roles as mother, wife and prostitute? Why were “witches” burned at the stake for their healing abilities? Why are women beaten? Betrayed? Raped? Not fully honored, respected and treasured? Why was was it Eve who tempted Adam with the forbidden fruit?Why is the feminine hiding, and still being ignored?
A pharse, which keeps coming up for me is, “It is better you don’t see me for who I really am because if you did, I would frighten you, and at the very least make you uncomfortable.” Is this the domineering message the Feminine recieves, that it is better we did not see the beauty and power of Her? If it is, it is time for this message to fade into the back ground. But first, for this to happen we must want Her.
In my dream I wanted to leave the security of my home, and be naked because I wanted to seduce, and be seduced. To say this out loud, makes me feel a bit shameful and vulnerable. The act of seduction is not a desirable one. In the dictionary, to seduce means to attract someone to a belief or into a course of action that is inadvisable or foolhardy. It also is defined as enticing into sexual activity.
Of course my dream suggests, on the surface something purely sexual, and maybe even stupid. Why would I go out into the world in my nakedness trying to seduce and be seduced? Isn’t this leaving me open to be raped, or beaten, or betrayed, or ignored? This is the fear, right? When I saw the man and became afraid of what he MIGHT do, the desire of seduction was immediately shrouded, and I ran back to the security of my home, where I would no longer be seen.
We hide because we are ignorant, and we have been ignorant of the Sacred Feminine for a long, long, long time. Yet, somewhere deep within us, we understand the power She has, and I think some of us might be ready to get to know Her. This collective desire for Her, will begin to awaken Her. In many ways, this awakening process has already begun, for if nothing else we may know what the Sacred Feminine is not.
For me She is not the woman in the power suit exerting her place in corporate America. She is not the martyr who doesn’t take care of herself. She is not the woman hiding behind her perfectly displayed home and family. She is not “I am woman, hear me roar”, and who needs a man. But, She is perfectly and harmoniously placed inside the women who perform these “acts” each and everyday. It’s all apart of the Plan of awakening the Sacred Truth of the Feminine.
This Sacred Truth of the Feminine, if even a small sliver is revealed, is needed now. We are in trouble, and this is no doomsday speech. It is a rumbling I feel, as do many others. The now, late Michael Jackson (and no matter what we may think of him, he was a sensitive, in tune soul) said we have four years before there is no turning back the effects of what’s been done to the earth.
Mother Earth is sick, he said, like we get sick. She has a fever. And I ask who are the nurturers? The visionaries? The empathizers? The wise ones with the healing touch? Who kiss our foreheads and nurse us back to health, when we are sick? Women. Mothers. Daughters. Wives. And the men who embrace the feminine within them.
Russell Simmons recently tweeted, “The lack of female experssion in governing this world has caused a dangerous imbalance that could destroy the planet.” I will never forget the criticism Hillary Clinton received during the “fight” for the Democratic seat when she cried. What is wrong with this form, of what has been known as, feminine expression?
I used to have a statue called, the Weeping Buddha. He weeps for the suffering of the world. The earth. The children. The animals. For us, and our suffering. I say, let us weep. It is not weakness to weep. It is strength. And as the tears fall, we are cleansed, and our hearts open and the Sacred Feminine emerges to quiet the fever, that is raging across the planet.
As I close, again, I do not claim for even a moment to understand the Feminine aspect. I have just reached the tip of its depth. However, because of my dream I know there is something powerful brewing in my cauldron. I want to be naked. I want to seduce, and not for sex, but for a new way of being in this world. And why in my nakedness should I be ashamed? Should I be feared? Raped? Kept small, forbidden, locked up and hidden? The imbalance of too much masculine has eaten up many spaces of this planet, has caused the rape of the land, the children, the women. And this is no way to bash men. It is a promise to once again seduce the masculine, into biting the apple, but this time not in ignorance and shame, but for it’s original intent- for Her wisdom. Her healing. Her vision. Her power.
The emergence, and embodiment of the Sacred Feminine for both men and women begin with a desire not to hide, and be in our nakedness. To be real. True. Vulnerable. Exposed.
Naked defined means: to be without the usual covering or protection. To be exposed to harm; unprotected, vulnerable. In my idealist mind, there will come a time when this exposure will no longer cause weak and ignorant minds to harm because there will be no more weak and ignorant minds. And even now, as we see the “danger” exists, may we Know who we truly are, can never be harmed.
The Soul Reporter, simmering in her cauldron preparing to be exposed.