THE WOMB OF INNER KNOWING
incubates within.
listen…
to the hidden murmurs beyond the buzz and din of manmade machines,
where gentle voices beckon forth from the depths of loving hearts.
we must restore nurturing to the energy field of Earth, to recalibrate the reign of terror imposed by a patriarchy-gone-mad…
yet it’s an ongoing duel between the silent gestation of inner knowing and the analytic mind’s need to compete and debate - between the right brain’s intuitive sensibilities and the left brain’s race to remain relevant and present “proof”.
i see this distortion reflected in what the public follows most.
gestation lacks the dopaminergic drama of ceaseless scientific debate.
i’m not saying that only biological women are sensitive, or even that all of them are - i’m advocating for gentleness of soul - because
by staying locked in the competitive left brain space, we forget how to feel, connect, and relate - without ever realizing what we gave up.
dopamine is addictive.
inner knowing comes from - (drumroll here please???) - within!
and to have the gift of its certain wisdom, within
is exactly where to go…
we must restore nurturing to the energy field of Earth, to recalibrate the reign of terror imposed by a patriarchy-gone-mad…
WOMEN DO NOT WAGE WAR.
the essence of their spirit is not that.
women speak in the color and fragrance of the soul.
they make beauty, build community,
and spread their medicinal webs across the understories of Life,
just like wild mushrooms do…
…as above, so below, and right here too…
beneath Earth’s loamy surface, among the tall and timeless trees,
fairies draped in glistening mycelial webs wave and dance;
and the rhythm of creation overtakes the deep dark soil below,
while Life lays down the tapestry for form.
REGENERATION.
SYNAPTOGENESIS IN EARTH’S CORE.
the web of Life below, and right here now,
carries the medicine of Regeneration - through an internal nervous system that ever expands and intercommunicates
with the source.
biology is quite a mystical thing…
SEASONS CYCLE.
from the profound silence at Earth’s core percolates the most basic premise of all time:
REGENERATION.
mineral-rich fluids and proteins building the body’s sacred vessel and web,
replenishing structure and form;
transfusing hope back into the heart -
for Regeneration, our most natural godly skill, comes straight from inner knowing - from humbly embracing the holy blueprint of Life -
stepping full-on-in
to surrender, and
gently waiting for as long as it takes.
THE WOMB OF INNER KNOWING IS THE MYSTIC’S TEMPLE AND BRAHMA’S CAVE, FAR BEYOND THOUGHT AND WORD.
yet few along the way risk climbing to the height and depth of Self.
i urge you,
pull away from the noise, and tunnel within,
where inner knowing is cached in the heart of your every cell;
and where the regenerative impulse lies.
let time be lost in the steady rhythm of your own heart and
its whisper of truth between
its swishing beating waves.
THE WOMB OF INNER KNOWING IS THE LOVING MOTHER’S HEART WITHIN US ALL…
awaken knowing in your every cell!
restore nurturing to the energy field of Earth, to recalibrate the reign of terror imposed by a patriarchy-gone-mad…
and effortlessly weave creation whole again…
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Quoting Mare Hieronymous’ substack The Sacred Body
(substack links down here today, sorry all):
“We tread this path into the holy space of the Body temple to begin to weave the mythologies of our lives in direct connection to Spirit, for she is the great force who animates all of nature. Without this divine breath, our life would be no more. And yet we forget her presence in our hearts, bones and blood, every single day.
Ceremony is the great remembrance.
It is the invitation into the temple that resides within each of us to rekindle the golden inner flame so that we might reach our highest potential.
It is the practice of reconnecting to who we actually are, in all of our majesty, beauty, power, and grace.”
WE HAVE BEEN CALLED TO CEREMONY.
restore nurturing to the energy field of Earth, to recalibrate the reign of terror imposed by a patriarchy-gone-mad…
and check out another deeply feminine soul, whose writing is a balm for what has been chafed raw:
then stand on your own two glorious feet, and let that be ceremony enough.
and,
lest you still feel lost for what ceremony could mean, let me share an excerpt of my own simple prayer, Blessing Walk:
Mother Earth, Father Sky,
Bless each step…
…Bless each step,
That radiance may pour forth
from the soles of my feet;
and the moist mycelium in the leaf litter below
dance in joy at my approach,
and remain undisturbed…
That the Earth may hear me coming, and smile…
*(mycelium and mushroom pix from shutterstock!)
Beautiful Yolanda and thank you, so lovely of you!! for the mention. Tunnel within, amen.
beautiful. honored.