Damn Straight, I Am Intimidating

You are copulating with the fear that already exists in the world. Your own fear is a mirror of what already exists in the world. It was a belief that was ingrained in you as a child. “Be afraid of the Unknown”, “Be afraid of anything that looks like feminine magic”, and “It’s dangerous and sinful”. That’s what you were taught. These were lessons on a one-sided feminine soul. Is that what you really believe? No, you do not believe that.

Do you remember the voice of unseen allies? Do you remember the joy of mixing tree bark with water, crafting colored brews, and braiding ladders of intention from the bark of discarded branches? Do you remember carrying rocks in your tiny hands and speaking to them as friends? Do you remember hand sewing your own medicine bag as you read stories of native ways, knowing that Magic was your true soul’s home?

You always knew the world was magic. Shame made you forget. Dear one, allow your magic to return to you. Your fear of your “wrongness” kept you from your light. That’s the way of the world. Create fear in the feminine and keep her believing SHE is wrong, and she will never see her rightness.

Vomit up the poison that has been force-fed to you; it’s killing your power. Stare into the flame of transformation and SHE will guide you home. Your fear is ordinary, and it has never been your forte. There have been too many well-born intentions of those telling you that your presence is “intimidating”, just another word for “wrong”.

Fuck that. Damn straight, I am intimidating. I’m sorry my power tastes like poison to you. I’m sorry my clever intelligence doesn’t require your solutions. I’m sorry I don’t need you to write the story of my life. Sorry, but I am not sorry at all. I’ve grown crimson gardens and unapologetic blossoming hips from my rejection of HIStory. I’m writing my own HERstory; the tale of courage only known by SHE. Fear is ordinary, but my courage is extraordinary. Fear has kept me running backwards while destiny calls. My fear of rejection kept me from seeing and accepting myself as I am, but HER story remembers. And so it is.

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