Dear Sacred Sisters,
May the violent atrocities you've experienced in your life be soothed with the love and light of the divine feminine.
May your voice be uplifted to speak from an empowered place of recapturing your womanhood as sacredness.
May compassion guide you, when you're ready to embrace it, for yourself and for those who have caused you pain, strife, and grief. Knowing they carry their shadows close to them, and their pain lives deep within the depths of their souls. For when we come into compassion, we move beyond separation and pain. Recognizing their pain is our pain. In doing so, their shadows no longer have a hold on our lives. This is the truth. I know this from experience.
May forgiveness, as ever expanding acceptance, be available. Not as a concept or a duty, but rather as a true felt sense of acknowledgement within your heart so you can be free to be who you are.
Justice carries a mighty sword, and the divine feminine reminds us to also acknowledge the power of love and light to dissolve the greatest shadows of fear and hate. For if we do not dissolve fear and hate, they will continue to divide us, suppress us, and oppress us for years and years by simply becoming the persistent negative voices ruling the thoughts in our minds.
Those who need to step forward to speak their truths, may they do so by connecting deep within their souls to speak words of honest empowered wisdom rather than shouting from rage.
How would it be if we gathered together in solidarity not to shout our pain, but to sing songs of sacred freedom?
Rage has her place in catalyzing transformation. I know rage well. We are friends. One thing I know is transformation is not possible until rage is fully felt and expressed in consciously constructive ways. Once expressed, sorrow and grief are allowed to flow. And then, we are free. And then, we rise up. We become creative with our pain by demonstrating the power of love and light to transform the shadows of fear and hate. Through poetry, painting, songs, and dance.
These words come from a place of experience. Through transforming my own rage from receiving violent acts of abuse. I did say No More! I did speak my truth. And, I creatively expressed my rage by stabbing a rolled up carpet instead of the man who violated me. I painted, drummed, and dancing my emotions. I sat in meditation for hours on end as a whirlwind of violence was pushing all around me.
In each of those situations, my truth was only heard and received when I came from a place of empowered compassion. By being compassionate over and over and over again, they couldn’t harm me any longer because inside I was free.
This is how compassion and I became great friends.
I invite you to allow compassion to befriend you, especially in your darkest hours. When you do, Quan Yin the Goddess of Compassion, and Tara the Bodhistavva of Compassion will greet you on the other side of your pain. Sharing Love and Light in profound ways.
p.s. This a charged topic for many women at this time. Please share with me how this letter landed for you. Ask questions! If any difficulties arise for you in reading this letter, I’d like to know so I can connect with you to clarify, gain understanding, and provide support.