Divine Feminism

Using feminism as an excuse to mirror a patriarchy and further diminish the unique magic that is feminine essence, is hijacking feminine power, not embodying it. Feminine power isn't simply wearing a suite or holding a prominent public position. It's not mimicking masculine energy in order to feel... heard, cackling loudly like an evil genius as a need to dominate shines from the whites of your eyes. The power of the feminine is not adequately portrayed by exuding traits of overbearing domination that ironically suites neither men nor women. Feminine power is unleashing ancient threads of ancestral wisdom into the collective. It's the capacity to heal, the ability to see beyond the veil, the use of sentient intelligence to remap disorientation into that of a calm and orientated flow. Feminine power is feisty and blunt, yet gentle and soft. It's not one line of emotional consistency. It's a prism of idiosyncrasies cast into infinite modes of expression that are honoring of the feminine's process, place, and time. The feminine is the creator, and through creation she unabashedly births dichotomy. Courageous enough to read between the lines, as her intuitive mind delves beyond a world of materialistic thought, penetrating spaces of unseen potential. Her feelings are the knights and bishops that safeguard the intelligence she shares when the room is willing and ready to honor her sacred majesty. To turn flow into order, to transform chaos into birth, to dance under the sun while wringing in the moon for a kiss. The feminine is the capacity to remind humanity that this reality is multidimensional, that chaos is order and order is chaos, that magic still exists and existence is and always was magical. She is powerful, so powerful that she doesn't need to copy masculine patterning to embody that power. So powerful, that she carries the wisdom of the heart as an inevitable strike of piercing virtue. She is fire. She is grace. She is not what the corporate media dubs as feminine empowerment, she left that matrix long ago. She doesn't follow an endless search for dominance, as grasping for dominance is indicative of insecurity, and powerful femininity is so secure in its genius, it doesn't need to play a character to enter the game. She is the game. She is the creator, the curator, the mother. She is the essence of universal intelligence, and my, how she shines, when she doesn't try to overanalyze or sculpt her soul into that of a cultural trend. My, how she glows, when she sets herself free. ~Mary Allison