Reclaim your power
This one’s for the women who still have trouble finding their voice in a world that made them believe they’re mute.
(You don’t need to be Wiccan, Pagan or religious at all to relate to this. As long as you’re a womb-haver, I’m sure you’ll relate to at least one thing in this post.)
Wake up
I remembered a dream I had a few months ago. A dream in which I was getting burned alive because I was accused of being possessed by the devil. Strangely enough, despite my fear of fire, I was smiling during it. It wasn’t a smile of a possessed woman, at all. It was more of a “These people are so afraid of me that their only defense is to kill me, to silence me” kind of smile. Why did I interpret it that way? Because I felt it. I felt it like a time traveler getting Deja vu. I re-remembered my power. This strange but special dream kept knocking on my consciousness’ door. I couldn’t help but question it. Just like everything that enters my mind needs to go through strict Brain Security Administration, where questions are unavoidable. I felt a shift within me, a reawakening of strength that had been dormant for too long. This dream was not just a dream; it was a call to reclaim what was always mine.
Shush
Throughout my whole life I felt somewhat powerful inside, yet I was a super shy child who for some reason could only talk to her next-door neighbor who was in her late 80’s, her grandma’s friend and the cats who would wake her up each morning before kindergarten. At school I was too afraid to raise my hand to speak, I hated presentations, I hated public speaking, sometimes even one-on-one speaking. Especially with men. As strange as it is, the thought of being perceived by a soul who could not relate to the most important parts of my being seemed frightening. I’ve always wondered where this fear came from. I didn’t usually talk to guys romantically, and when I did, it didn’t last very long because I was too shy and scared of being judged. Was it fair to them? Maybe not. But it also wasn’t fair for me to feel that way without a reason. Then, my team of questioners came to a conclusion. It must’ve been a past life experience that lingered into this life.
It’s no coincidence I am this way. I am this way for a reason.
Witch hunts
Being the daughters (and sons) raised by the irresponsible, wealthy father, no wonder we feel powerless. The word ‘power’ lost its meaning the moment it started being associated with violence. The moment it was taken away from us. So did the words witch and virgin become completely stripped away from its true meanings. Why? They were probably jealous and insecure. They wanted control.
3000 years ago, they killed women for simply being women. But being women is not simple. The careless parent was born from fear, fear of the power WE held. The real power. Pussy power if I may. We had to keep quiet, be secretive or life would be stripped away from us, by being stripped, shaved and burned, or hung. But we still hold that power. Our bodies can birth a human being, produce food for it, bleed for a week straight and survive. That’s pretty magical to me. I believe in the threefold rule, and the time when the scared ruled and tried to take our power by torture, will take a turn. Not by force, not by control. But by us re-remembering who we truly are.
We don’t need to fear those who feared us so much that they made us fear them. I am not alone. YOU are not alone. Don’t feel ashamed to be called a witch by people who fear witches. Be the witch, take your power back.
P.S.
If people still associate the word with the wrong, made-up meanings, it’s time to re-learn. Why are you stuck in the 1500s? Come on now.
Love to all,
-Laura.
