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Sometimes somethings are beyond our own comprehension. Womb power for instance.
Did we even know that we were capable of more than mere birthing? We have been programmed into believing that our bodies were the vessels we offered to another to help us birth a divine human being. For time immemorial we as feminine lost ourselves in the conception, the nurturing, the support and provided fertile grounds to enhance creation of man and mankind.
And we have cried and bled through our yonis and our dripping breasts with an attempt to preserve ourselves.A powerhouse of unimaginable proportions beyond what is known to us. Through the placental ingrowths as tiny villi into our mother’s tissues we drank the energy out of them to sustain ourselves. From a centimeter of tissue barely resembling a human with the strongest tiny beating hearts and loudest wails emerges Shakti to enter the circle of life. The energy births itself in complete knowing.
We gained knowledge through our mothers, grand mothers and great grandmothers molded into belief systems which demand metamorphosis to suit the demands of the world . In the chaos that we are anointed with and expected to bear and battle, somewhere we forget how to birth ourselves? We remained oblivious to our very own potential while we lost ourselves in shaping the 1 cm unrecognizable human embryo with an oversized head into the wise one. We absorbed what belonged to the world. We remain attached even before our very births to the cords starting with those of our mothers. We forget that we remained afloat in golden pure liquor which padded and protected us while our lineages absorbed all the trauma outside. It got passed on to us like lessons imprinted in our very own core in our DNA like a great cosmic memory which would unfold at the right time. We listened and hoped that the outside world would treat us better hoping for warmth , gentle embrace and acceptance. We remained joyous in our mother’s wombs while the mother’s cried outside listening to sound of our own faint heartbeats, the lub-dub and little did we imagine the rhythm of life would change.
We swam , bounced and even somersaulted inside without having a tiny scratch on our gentle skins unprepared for the hardening that it was to endure in time. Thick skinned, itchy and flaky we became. We were nourished, conversed and even sometimes cajoled to sleep while in the womb. Some of us navigated through the birth canals of our mother at the right time , some taken out to be saved by cutting through the ground where we lay buried.
The wombs cried in pain as they witnessed their own ripping at merciless hands, sometimes sutured too tight to even breathe, left unsewn at the edges and corners which would leak and seal .So it blocked those ignored corners with its own thick blood clots. The womb healed in its own way ,trusting its own wisdom and guidance growing its own deep seated roots right in the heart of Mother Gaia.
Today as I bow down to the sacred circle of women that held space for 21 days of this journey I could not leave without my gratitude to each one of you and just one message which keeps reverberating like a loop in my own conscience let it be loud and clear to all.“That the womb is not a place to store fear and pain but a place to create and give birth to new life” Let’s just witness and support our own birthing again and awaken from the deep slumber for here we are “ The Sacred feminine”. May we all continue in our respective beautiful journeys united in spirit and our cleansed womb spaces. In gratitude to the wisdom received from all wonderful mentors and spirit tribe.
