Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready. Nayyirah Waheed
If you want to be a bad ass sexually empowered woman, embrace your inner hag.
That’s right. The crone. The ancient old woman. The witch. The hag.
The crone archetype is an aspect of the feminine not exactly associated with sexuality.
Women groom themselves to be girls. The younger the better. Paint those lips red and blush those cheeks like you are wet and ripe for impregnation. Make them believe you are in perpetual ovulation. Make them hard. Make them desire you Get that face lift. Suck in that belly. Bat those lashes.
Guess what. The crone doesn’t give a fuck. And that is her power.
She embraces her spider lines and swinging, sagginess. After all, this is what life does to the body of a woman…eventually!
Does that make you uncomfortable? Would you rather not see? Her secret threatens to corrupt you.
She can make you wild. She can reveal to you your power. Your volcanic senseless holy Once she opens her mouth, the jig is up.
They tell you she is crazy.
Dangerous because she has broken out of that jail cell you call restrictions.
How would you have sex if you didn’t give a fuck about how pretty you look? Or how flat your stomach is?
The crone is not an object of desire. She is free to claim her own desire. In a world that praises women for being objects of desire. Where the more lust you can seduce the more value you possess, the crone is laughing with that cackle that only women of power have.
She does not possess the enchanting beauty of the maiden or the fertile reproductive juices of the mother.
She no longer bleeds. She no longer bears children. Her sex no longer waxes and wanes with the moon, gaining and draining energy with each passing tide. She is full. The portal to her blood has been sealed.
She is drinking in the nectar. She is bathing in its luminous darkness. Her sex is a diamond pressed and polished by years of experience and wisdom.
She has passed through all the phases of initiation as a woman. That heavy web of social conditions all feminine creatures are baptized into.
She is unraveling herself from these webs. She has liberated her sex from all their stories. She is making it to the other side. Freeing herself.
Without the ability to be a mother or a sex object, what is left of a woman and her sex? I’ll tell you what. Pure power that doesn’t give a fuck. Crazy wisdom that knows how to make love to the moment. Sex that ripples through every authentic cell of your body. Sex that pulses with every tiny whisper of life knowing life.
If you want to find the seat of your sexual power. Your real deep sovereign sexual nature. Find the crone that lives in you. Wild. Ugly. Innocent. Real.
“Hello darkness, my old friend…” Everybody knows the iconic Simon & Garfunkel song, but do you know the amazing story behind the first line of The Sounds of Silence?
It began 62 years ago, when Arthur “Art” Garfunkel, a Jewish kid from Queens, enrolled in Columbia University. During freshman orientation, Art met a student from Buffalo named Sandy Greenberg, and they immediately bonded over their shared passion for literature and music. Art and Sandy became roommates and best friends. With the idealism of youth, they promised to be there for each other no matter what.
Soon after starting college, Sandy was struck by tragedy. His vision became blurry and although doctors diagnosed it as temporary conjunctivitis, the problem grew worse. Finally after seeing a specialist, Sandy received the devastating news that severe glaucoma was destroying his optic nerves. The young man with such a bright future would soon be completely blind.
Sandy was devastated and fell into a deep depression. He gave up his dream of becoming a lawyer and moved back to Buffalo, where he worried about being a burden to his financially-struggling family. Consumed with shame and fear, Sandy cut off contact with his old friends, refusing to answer letters or return phone calls.
Then suddenly, to Sandy’s shock, his buddy Art showed up at the front door. He was not going to allow his best friend to give up on life, so he bought a ticket and flew up to Buffalo unannounced. Art convinced Sandy to give college another go, and promised that he would be right by his side to make sure he didn’t fall – literally or figuratively.
Art kept his promise, faithfully escorting Sandy around campus and effectively serving as his eyes. It was important to Art that even though Sandy had been plunged into a world of darkness, he should never feel alone. Art actually started calling himself “Darkness” to demonstrate his empathy with his friend. He’d say things like, “Darkness is going to read to you now.” Art organized his life around helping Sandy.
One day, Art was guiding Sandy through crowded Grand Central Station when he suddenly said he had to go and left his friend alone and petrified. Sandy stumbled, bumped into people, and fell, cutting a gash in his shin. After a couple of hellish hours, Sandy finally got on the right subway train. After exiting the station at 116th street, Sandy bumped into someone who quickly apologized – and Sandy immediately recognized Art’s voice! Turned out his trusty friend had followed him the whole way home, making sure he was safe and giving him the priceless gift of independence. Sandy later said, “That moment was the spark that caused me to live a completely different life, without fear, without doubt. For that I am tremendously grateful to my friend.”
Sandy graduated from Columbia and then earned graduate degrees at Harvard and Oxford. He married his high school sweetheart and became an extremely successful entrepreneur and philanthropist.
While at Oxford, Sandy got a call from Art. This time Art was the one who needed help. He’d formed a folk rock duo with his high school pal Paul Simon, and they desperately needed $400 to record their first album. Sandy and his wife Sue had literally $404 in their bank account, but without hesitation Sandy gave his old friend what he needed.
Art and Paul’s first album was not a success, but one of the songs, The Sounds of Silence, became a #1 hit a year later. The opening line echoed the way Sandy always greeted Art. Simon & Garfunkel went on to become one of the most beloved musical acts in history.
The two Columbia graduates, each of whom has added so much to the world in his own way, are still best friends. Art Garfunkel said that when he became friends with Sandy, “my real life emerged. I became a better guy in my own eyes, and began to see who I was – somebody who gives to a friend.” Sandy describes himself as “the luckiest man in the world.”
Adapted from Sandy Greenberg’s memoir: “Hello Darkness, My Old Friend: How Daring Dreams and Unyielding Friendship Turned One Man’s Blindness into an Extraordinary Vision for Life.”
Saturn enters retrograde on June 4. While Saturn retrogrades each year, this is the last time it will retrograde in Aquarius.
Saturn first entered Aquarius in March 2020. This is the starting point to the cycle and what we are now slowing coming to an end with.
As Saturn enters its last retrograde in Aquarius it’s going to be ensuring we have done the work, learned our lessons, and risen up to any challenges.
Saturn is the Lord of Karma and is considered the strict teacher of the zodiac. It brings hard lessons because it knows we can handle them and because it wants to see us flourish! Saturn helps us to unlock our fullest potential. 🌟
To work with this retrograde energy, reflect on your actions of the past. How can you take responsibility for them? How have you matured? If you notice lessons repeating themselves, pay attention, and ask yourself what is saturn trying to get me to take responsibility for?
Saturn retrograde is also a good time to reassess your boundaries – are they too constricting or too loose? And to repair any cracks in the foundation of your life.
Since when did the Spiritual community become so cold… Since when did we see being spiritually connected as a competition…since when did we stop honoring each other as human beings instead of one upping each other in our individuality in relationship to understanding the spiritual realm.
Since when did we close doors to each other in the name of everything. Since when did we close our hearts to each other .. Since when did we turn a blind eye to another’s sufferings believing we are better then the next because we feel we know more then the other. . Since when did we stop being our true-selves and become in human beings in the name sake of enlightenment. Since when did we stop encouraging each other’s growth and empowering each other in the name of enlightenment. Since when did we stop sharing our authenticity and human suffering because being obsessively perfect became a staple of Ascension. Since when did we stop seeing each other .
Why don’t we look each other in the eyes anymore, Why don’t we question twice whether someone’s really ok. Why don’t we hug anymore or shake hands and kiss. Why don’t we hear each other anymore. Why don’t we care.
When did you last listen to someone’s story and really care. When was the last time you hugged a stranger or even a friend. When was the last time you did something that was childlike.
Please do follow me on instagram: https://www.instagram.com/charliemccready1/ Thanks. In many cases, the mental illness and personality disorder of the parental alienator has been hidden for years, and undiagnosed. They are usually the last people to accept they need help. But a traumatic episode, like a divorce, can trigger these latent, imbalances in their mental pathology. You may have seen signs before, but when triggered these behaviours will be undeniable to you, the target/scapegoat, while still hidden from others. It’s kept ‘in-house’. It can be inter-generational too. Parental alienation is a family pathology where-by children are triangulated into a narcissistic (and abusive) parental relationship. Between the narcissistic parental alienator and their child/ren develops a covert coalition. In most families there might be cooperation, instead there is competition. Where two parents might stand united, they are pulling in different directions. To be clear, the parental alienator is only thinking of themselves. Narcissists don’t consider the needs of others, they will be very unlikely to find fault in themselves, or do therapy of any kind. They think of themselves as deserving blind loyalty, they believe themselves the superior parent. There’s no negotiating or reasoning with them. The innocent, target parent is wrong in their opinion, and that’s that. You can’t change the alienator, you can only change yourself. You may or may not be able to repair the relationship with your children. Be strong. Make the end goal to establish a happy,healthy life.