Dear "moody" Woman, Who are you really?
A Woman. Called „moody“ is a statement of utter disgrace for all women. A habit of speaking cultivated by the ignorant. Cultivated by the ones who do not know. Women. Life. A habitual threat only to a Woman who does not yet know herself. If she takes it, oh Boys (and Girls) are you in for a treat. When she identifies with what has nothing to do with her. Identifies disgrace instead of true Identity. The Creator that she is. The Grace that she is. The power that she is. Will she become destructive. Not only to herself but to the environment and to children and to all kinds of scenarios that you cannot even imagine.
A woman’s workings are of most significance this time. This time more than ever before! A woman needs to know herself.
Why? We need her soft (not weak) and nurturing creations! to uplift us and change us. Feel with us. Oh how much we need to feel again. We need all women to rise. To shine and be the Grace. We need all women to come forth from behind the shame of her „mood“ that you (and she) didn’t understand.
We need all women to drop. All swords and all insecurities and all priorities that she puts in front of her own happiness. Her own wholeness. Her own well being. A whole woman is the Well we need. The foundation for our safety. The nurturing aspect of creation.
A woman is moisture for the earth, her practice sacred, her mind sacred, her body sacred her Heart. Made of the sacred for the sacred. Healing her Creation tool! If you call a woman „moody“ you do not know what the f** you’re doing. to all of us. You do not know and will probably not ever know. Unless…
…Unless a woman learns to understand herself. Her cycle. Receives her sacredness in „moods“ and maybe. Maybe one day showers it all over you. Kindly telling you to leave with the wind when the sun rises golden in the morning. You will not see her again. Because you have not seen her before. And as of now she sees herself. As of now your poor translation of her cycling Life dries up. Up and down and out of here. Unless you change your mood about it, it will leave blisters in your throat and wrinkles in your voice. You will not speak to her (any her) like that again. Without taking your own medicine. Of ugliness.
A woman proud of her Woman. A whole woman. Joy free to be itself. A woman who knows that she is a Creator. Is all. All. All this world needs. You‘ll see! As she starts seeing. The sacredness even in your ugliness. And then you will be saved. Thank Goddess. Thank Woman!