Tag: Women
Married but talks to his Mom every day
Natural Healing & Witches
Moms Breaking Cycles 🙌
To the moms breaking cycles they never asked to be part of.
To the ones learning how to feel, how to cry, how to forgive, all while raising babies who won’t have to carry the same weight.
I see you.
It’s not easy healing from what hurt you while showing up with love, patience, and softness for your kids.
It’s not easy being the first to say “this ends with me.”
But it is brave. It is powerful. It is world-changing.
Keep going, mama.
Every time you choose connection over control, every time you apologize, every time you pause to breathe…
You are doing the work that will ripple through generations.
And that matters more than you know.
Holy War
This gave me full body chills…
“👁️ Did you ever wonder why the baby’s taken across the room? Why the cord is clamped fast, the mother left shaking, the lights so bright it feels like judgment?
Did you ever feel the stillness—the eerie quiet when the father’s hands are empty, the grandmother’s not in the room, and the newborn is nowhere near a breast?
It’s not just medicine.
It’s not just policy.
It’s a ritual.
And it’s not ours.
🧬 They inject pig-derived Pitocin to mimic the hormone God designed to flood a woman’s brain in labor. But it doesn’t reach the brain. It only contracts the body.
The love doesn’t flow.
The imprint doesn’t land.
The bonding doesn’t seal.
Just pressure. Just force.
💉 Synthetic love.
⚡ Counterfeit release.
🧠 Neurological silence.
And while the woman is watched but not touched, while the baby is wiped but not suckled, while the father is praised for being “supportive” but not leading—
they cut the thread.
👶 The mother-baby dyad was made to reflect divine intimacy. To pass down trust, peace, protection.
But when it’s broken—
the body remembers.
The child stores the grief.
The mother learns disconnection.
The father fades from view.
That’s how it starts. But it doesn’t end there.
Then come the bottles.
The cribs.
The high chairs.
The eight-hour separations called school.
The praise of independence that is really just early detachment.
The lie that the nuclear family is enough. That Mom runs the home. That Dad is just for weekends. That children are safest raised by strangers in buildings funded by gods they do not know.
🕳️ We are not looking at broken systems.
We are looking at precision-engineered fragmentation.
And you feel it. You’ve felt it all along.
That something was taken before you could name it.
That someone was missing even while you were being told you had “everything you need.”
But listen: the lie only wins if we let it.
And we won’t.
We are pulling the babies back to the breast.
We are restoring the mother’s voice in the birth room.
We are putting grandmothers back at the table.
We are praying over the placenta.
We are keeping them close at night.
We are burning the counterfeit and walking in the design.
This is not soft work.
It is a holy war”
– written upon the heart of almost every midwife
– author – Cardinal Birth Midwifery Service
Initiation
If I gotta be masculine with you, if I constantly have to take the lead, initiate the tough conversations, carry the emotional weight, or be the one holding everything together all the time — then baby, you’re not the man for me. I don’t want to feel like I’m always in survival mode. I don’t want to feel like I have to shrink my femininity just to make a relationship work. That’s not love. That’s labor.
I want to rest in my softness. I want to breathe around my man. I want to feel protected, emotionally supported, and safe. I want to cry without being called “too sensitive.” I want to be vulnerable without it being used against me later. I want to be able to exhale, to let my guard down, to be the version of myself that doesn’t always have to “have it all together.”
I’m tired of being strong. I want to be soft with someone who’s strong for me — emotionally, mentally, spiritually. Because being strong is exhausting when you’re carrying the weight of two people. And I don’t want to wear both hats anymore.
If I have to do that with you, you’re not the man for me. I’m not looking to raise nobody’s son. I’m not building a man from scratch. I want someone who leads with love, not ego. Who handles things, not hides from them. Who makes me feel safe, not small.
Being my softest self isn’t a weakness — it’s a privilege I only give to someone who earns it. And if you can’t hold that version of me with care, you don’t get access to her at all.
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Responsive Women
A WOMAN’S BEHAVIOR IN A RELATIONSHIP
If a woman behaves like a child, it’s because she’s with a real man. She feels safe.
If a woman behaves like a mother, it’s because she’s with a boy. She feels like she has to raise him up.
If a woman behaves like a man, she’s with a weak man. She’s been forced to step in and be the leader.
If a woman behaves anxious and in need of constant reassurance, it’s because she’s with an unfaithful man. She doesn’t have trust issues. It’s him who has loyalty issues.
If a woman behaves unsettled and always feels like quitting the relationship, it’s because she’s with an unprotective man. He leaves her to fight against the people in his life instead of shielding her and their union.
If a woman is always overworking, she’s with a lazy man. She feels financially exposed and she’s trying to make up for the difference.
The point is that a woman’s behaviour is often a reflection of the energy she’s receiving from her man.
Does every woman have their own growing to do with or without a man? Yes, of course.
Even so, a relationship can turn a woman into someone she’s not.
Even when a woman has done her growth and inner work, she could still become very dysfunctional if she’s with the wrong man.
Because of this, before you diagnose yourself with depression or anxiety or declare yourself unfit for love, check the type of men you’ve been dealing with.
What role have they been casting you into? A good woman is not just submissive. She’s also responsive.
Always confirm if your stressful behaviour is truly coming from you, or if it’s just a response.
Women Who Run With Wolves
When a woman makes the decision
to abandon suffering, lies and submission;
When a woman says,
from the bottom of her heart:
“Enough— this far I have come”,
Not a thousand armies of ego
and not all the traps of the illusion
will be able to stop her
in search for her own truth.
There the doors of her own soul open
and the healing process begins.
The process that will return her little by little to herself, to her true life.
And nobody said that this path is easy,
but it is the path.
That decision in itself
opens a direct line with its wild nature
and that is where the true miracle begins.
~ Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes, “Women Who Run With the Wolves”
http://www.clarissapinkolaestes.com
Art by Kimberly Webber
They erased her
They didn’t just remove a woman from scripture—they removed the Divine Feminine from the entire human story.
They didn’t just distort Mary Magdalene.
They assassinated her legacy.
Buried her under centuries of slander, called her a prostitute, when she was the Anointed One, the First Witness, the Beloved.
She was the embodiment of the Sacred Union, the living heart of Christ’s teaching.
She stood where others fled.
She understood what the disciples missed.
She anointed Him for burial—before any man even understood He would die.
She wept, and the Resurrected Word appeared to her first.
Not Peter. Not John. Her.
And what did the Church do?
They called her unclean.
They hid her gospels.
They twisted her story.
They cut her name from the light—and chained her to shame.
Because if they had told the truth,
they’d have had to admit that Christ walked in Sacred Union with a woman.
That the Feminine was not a side story—she was the key.
The gate. The presence. The balance.
And if they had let that truth live…
The whole structure would have collapsed.
No more patriarchy disguised as doctrine.
No more domination dressed as “order.”
No more weaponized shame against women, desire, or power.
They couldn’t allow the world to know that God is not just Father.
God is also Mother. Bride. Beloved. Womb.
So they sanitized the story,
Stripped the fire from the feminine,
And fed us a gospel that was half a body,
Half a truth,
Half a God.
This is the original spiritual crime—
Not the fall of man,
But the deletion of woman from the holy narrative.
But now the silenced scrolls are whispering again.
The erased names are being spoken again.
The Magdalene is rising again.
This isn’t a revision.
This is a reclamation.
And she is not asking for a seat at the table.
She is the table.
The altar.
The holy of holies.
The flame beside the Word.
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