What’s a Woman Like You Doing in a Man’s World?

I think all problems in this world originate from the woman and can be resolved by the woman. They originate from a woman when a woman creates/acts from a place of insecurity. The more she familiarizes herself with her security the less she will create from insecurity. 

The problem is that she is not familiar with her security and has been told that it is “something to be found outside of herself.” The truth is that a woman’s security already exists within her. Plus, the external security isn’t actually security but her insecurity; the more she secures herself with her external security the more insecure she becomes.

Do you ever see someone gaining external validation and becoming more confident? It’s always the other way around. They may appear more confident but they’ve actually become dependent on the external validation. It’s like a bottomless pit of lack— a lack of self-worth. What she actually has to do is disconnect from her external security and connect with her internal security.

Instead, what she tries to do is have one leg in one boat, the second leg in another boat, and each finger in different boats. She will put her faith in herself, but also in rituals, black magic, superstitions, stones, stories, gods, idols, fake gurus, astrologers, matchmakers, psychics, etc. She will run after power, sex, and money, trying to beat a man in his own game. She is the queen but she begins acting like a pauper. This confuses the man, who depends on a woman to show him the way, so he thinks that she is a prostitute to be exploited.

Instead of standing in her truth, she borrows from her “self-trust” fund and scatters it “just in case” the truth doesn’t work. While the truth is something she feels 100% within her bones. By dividing her trust, she indirectly gives herself this message: SHE cannot be trusted. She strengthens her doubt in herself. She wants to make herself more secure but she ends up making herself more insecure, more unstable. Now, if she can’t trust herself, who will?

In this way, she poisons her ability to speak the truth and endure the consequences. She doesn’t trust her ability to endure the consequences. As her trust in herself dwindles so does her self-confidence. The one who was meant to lead the way for others starts doubting herself. The compass starts asking the travelers for direction. 

This is how she weakens her ability to lead the world’s conscience. Then, with her divided, doubtful, insecure conscience she creates. What she creates, then, is a divided, doubtful, and insecure world. She creates chaos in her own life and in others. She begins manipulating and lying to get what she thinks she absolutely “can’t live without.” She becomes desperate to hide the ever gaping, self imagined hole within herself. This is when she will deny red-flags, relentlessly compete with other women, and stay in the shittiest of situations.

But, when a woman connects with her security within, it affects the entire human network, the collective conscience. She questions, learns, and moves forward without fear of what others will think. Her security is within so her equilibrium is within.

She no longer looks to please others by disowning her own gifts. She no longer looks for external insurance. She steps into her responsibility to lead with grace. She no longer doubts her life-support— the universe. She knows that she works for the universe and the universe works for her. The old world moves apart to make space for a new paradigm. That’s the purpose of a woman. That’s her power— within.

Grace on Earth

newly married shipped off miles away left her blessed childhood behind looked upon the fierce patriarchal structures of men and women awaiting her arrival soon to be demolished by the fire in her heart and crown on her head because she could sense that seeds from her tree won’t need solid structures based on fear and control but soft nurturing soil from Mother Earth so she plowed their hearts with her mighty young hands and found water in his drought and fed us something out of nothing and looked into our eyes and made our childhood stand still in time and packed our lunches and taught us words she never got to learn herself and gave us voices that she stole from her mother when she refused to take her back and took us to watch a circus that we’ll never forget and played with us silly games and carried her graceful role as our mother

Archetype

remnants of a prostitute

seek to exploit

an object to be of service

to justify

an existence she must have lived

in these bones some time

sold them hollow

to make a home

even today he survives

dark alleys of my mind

anxious to bring justice

to being alive

like a table that’s come to life

he seeks a purpose beyond herself

a salvation that never arrives