There will be a reckoning

This country was built on the backs of women, there I said it. The patriarchical memories still exist in the scars of deep wounds on our sisters backs from the branches of cherry trees.

Yes I said it. But the wheel of fortune and the balance of justice always restores itself. Mark my words, there will be a reckoning. Sometimes as the wheel of fortune cycles, it can seem to take forever but eventually, everything will flow out with the wash water.

And the feminine and masculine will learn to work in harmony or those who don’t wish to rebalance will fall away, like sparks of fire coming off a blacksmiths blade, mark my words, no longer will women of any color be dominated by males with an alternate agenda.

We can’t unsee what we saw, you duped us for awhile having us believe that our divine energy wasn’t sacred, that you couldn’t know what you know, that you needed a man to be any kind of person, well that is not true anymore and we will rise fully in the place of the empresses and priestesses and queens that we are.

Let no toxic male energy pull us under anymore. You tried to play me more than once toxic masculine, but you can’t anymore.

While you have been wallowing in the misery of righteous indignation, we of the divine feminine heart have been doing the hard work of keeping the flame going in our own soul hearths for everyone, and burning away all that we don’t need, and mending what we could mend, and grieving what we cannot speak it is so horrific,

but still we rise..like Maya Angelou,

from the flames of our own soul hearth, into the sacredness of our own sovereign divine energy. We are stronger together than we are divided.

By Molly McHaney