“Goddesses”

The feminine energy in the desire to be looked at. Wanted. Admired. Focused on. Is it selfish? It is ego-driven? Hardly. It is praising nature’s creation, thinking – ‘wow, dear divine, you created this and I want the best for it. I will embrace this spirit, this body. I will decorate it and move with it carrying utmost grace, authenticity, endurance, courage, softness, wisdom, honour and much, much more. I will worship it in various forms of embracement. I will celebrate its beauty in any way I can and will learn to only tolerate the celebration of it.’ Every woman deserves the best forms of worship. Intense admiration, undivided attention, understanding, connection, focus and love are but forms of worship. Love is but, the bare minimum a woman deserves for simply existing. For every being, love is the bare minimum, but, the highest state of the feminine in all her divinity is to drown and merge in love and become a force of love itself. It is the goddess-ness in every woman that deserves nothing else than to be captivated by being the desire of eyes that are worthy of her mere presence. It is this beauty, that was created to be marvelled. To be intoxicated by and held in high regard and to be done more than right by; 

And it is near damnation for those who snatch from her what she is meant to be given. What she was created in this form for. It is a sad state when pathetic lives give a woman far less than her mere gaze is worth. It is outrageous when a woman is put down for choosing her ways to celebrate her beauty and exercise her freedom. Every single woman is to be treated, if dared to be touched, as if she is a precious embodiment of a goddess. For no woman is less than a force of nature. A bridge between the material and ethereal. A gateway for souls to take birth on this unruly planet. A path to earn salvation. A storehouse of hidden wisdom. A connection to all that is downloadable from outer space. No woman is comparable with another or less than. Perceptions may falter while attempting perceive such profound sources of energy. For if one cannot see in every woman, this enormity without distinction, one is a fool. A servile to illusions of hierarchy and bondage and possession and blindness. A sinner. A sinner is one who attempts to taint a woman’s mind in order to reduce her to what she is not. A sinner is one who captivates her and attempts to contaminate her with all she is undeserving of and way above than. A sinner is one who thinks highly of himself while uplifting one woman while he wilfully puts down another woman in the process. A sinner is one who in any way pits two women against one another. A pitiful sinner is one who undermines any woman’s worth, limits her expression, turns a blind eye to her, uses her for personal gain and interest alone, drains and takes from her while burdening her free spirit with unloving energy; 

When these things happen, nature retaliates. When a woman is harmed in any way, notice that nature always retaliates. When she is wrongly touched, wrongly spoken of, badly treated, disrespected and dishonoured and foolish-y reduced, nature does not stay calm and quiet. Rain falls on her skin and washes off of her- all the contaminated energy she took upon herself. Winds suddenly lift all burdens off of her and the spaces around her celebrate her again and again. Flowers bask in her gazes and minds elevate around her repeatedly. Portals open up for her, life opens up for her. The Sun uplifts her skin and brews powerful forces in her chest… all while eerie guilt huddles and hides behind sinner’s presences. Dark clouds of all kinds follow them, waiting to strike lightening upon their ignorance. Thunder rumbles in minds and nature avenges the injustice. She takes on the stripping away of all that a woman is way, way above; leaving all that tried to taint a woman – in shatters on grey and lifeless rock bottoms. There is a price to pay for harming a goddess; always.