Confessions of a libra

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09.05.25

Somewhere along the way we got it wrong. We prioritised; masculinity versus femininity, greed over simplicity, dominance over submission, individualism over collectivism and superiority over equality. I speak and channel the divine masculine and speak as we to connect, to comfort and to hold accountable. We have allowed deep delusion to seep deep into the crevices of society. We have men craving a heyday where they ruled with an iron fist, with little recourse. Where is the honour in ruling absolutely? How can a man believe that he is powerful – head of the household even – and revered as such when the power is rooted in a woman’s subjugation? Incels daydream of women being carted as chattel for business deals. Hands shaken in private rooms and a woman dragged kicking and screaming to the altar. Men have mistaken women’s polite compliance for weakness instead of the survival that it truly was. Does it shock us to hear that women have resorted to killing their abusers by poisonous means, back then for survival? By pure intellect and strategy instead of brute force. It’s a shame that society has programmed men to believe that brute force is the authority in this world. This lacks depth and it lacks spirituality.

The weak modern man looks around at women thriving in spite of generational pain and a world built to keep them small. Instead of marvelling at the sheer strength it takes for women to achieve and surpass the consciousness of men despite their humble beginnings, men choose to let the darkness win. If we stoop to the levels of letting jealousy, anger, guilt and frustration overcome us then we are truly failing and cannot find sovereignty. The divine feminine has chosen to be patient, allowing men numerous changes to use the power in their hands to free and elevate. Instead women have to fight the continual urge to repeal the rights so ‘graciously‘ afforded to us by the controlling sex. Before the sting of ‘not all men’ bursts forward from your mouths, I challenge that you instead turn the mirror to face yourself. If you have not directly perpetrated have you defended? Loudly, proudly and with honour? Without needing to rely on the comfortable thought that it’s because you have a; sister, mother or daughter. Have you defended women, seeing their personhood beneath the violence so embedded into everyday culture?

It boggles the mind why the greater masculine energies feel that they cannot enjoy a woman’s body unless taken by force. Why must you feel entitled to our clothing, our dignity and our autonomy. Why does it make you uncomfortable to do the inner work in place of mindlessly sleeping with the opposite sex? Do we not all feel that our bodies are temples? Is this a concept strictly reserved for women in the mind of men? For I have also been on the receiving end of boundaries set by men. There is no shame in any man not rushing into sex. There is no shame in any man not wanting to be touched at any moment. There is no shame in men feeling discomfort at seeing themselves sexualised and undressed with your eyes. The human in us (women) sees the human in you (men). We only ask that you see us in return. With clarity and not through lust-infested eyes. We ask not because we misunderstand that we can command. We are not confused as to our birth-right. We worry about your ‘loneliness epidemic’, deep down beneath the sorrow of a collective which has risen above because we have had to. We could tell you how to heal the fractured community bonds in the masculine collective if  you asked. The information is readily online for those that do not fear the feminine voice.

To embrace that femininity is strength is not to diminish masculinity. The root of the masculine pain is a refusal for ego-death. For when you read my words in the mask of your ego; they cannot land, they cannot resonate. But if you dare to let me speak to the boy beneath the man, and dare to believe that I could love him for all his imperfections and insecurity, then you will hear my voice loud and true. Know that every time I write, I am speaking not just for every woman you know, but for all the women you don’t that have ever suffered the silence of obedience. Women know how to survive. That is why you might be confused by what you view as ‘mixed signals’ in women. Typically this is because you may not realise that the negative signals are really the blaring police sirens. If a woman is kind to you when you are in her sight but avoids you after or blocks you it is not because she is playing hard to get. It is because you disturb her spirit. She has sensed danger in you. This could be the danger of the game you want to play at her expense. Let’s copulate while I emulate empathy and then leave you in the dust. Allow me the room to enter your life so I can slowly unravel it as you become the centre of my world.

For those with sharp intuition, you read my words as a call to action. A spark of initiation that calls your masculinity forward and weighs it on the scales of Justice. Let this be your turning point. Let this call flare up in you and lead you not to defensiveness but to glory. Because no matter what you believe of me, I believe in you. I believe in the men in my life who still experience my kindness like warm sunshine. For all the men who I have removed from my energy, I know you watch me still. Even you, I believe in. The want to improve cannot be mined from me. It cannot be performed for female approval. A woman will know when you truly have her best interest at heart. Show up for the women in your life with listening ears and welcoming hearts. Women are not out-pacing men in education because we are better. We have had more to fight for and we have nurtured each other in community. However imperfectly it may look upon the male gaze. I’ll even tell you a little secret. The fact that women always seem to have issues with each other – if you ever thought we were disharmonious – you were witnessing what it looks like when women hold each other accountable. We name each other’s demons, we scrutinise each other wrongly or rightly. Yet it’s in the communication that real healing begins. We speak not idle chatter the way you may believe. Talking about celebrities does not make a woman any less intellectual.

We have failed women by choosing not to see nuance where there was plenty. We failed women by not studying their unique issues. We failed women by not teaching men the true cost of having a pelvis and feminine hormones. We failed each other by choosing to live in one rigid system, favouring the men’s cycle and not the women. We have failed women when doctors chose to speak to husbands for their wife’s health needs. We failed women by refusing them access to their own land and their own money. My ancestors and my line say no more. For as we move into the future, we will rouse the young. We will shift the perspective on the world stage to turn the mirror to the male collective. This is a mirror of love and judgement. The two can co-exist, and they do, your feelings be damned. Please know that like black people in the fight for freedom, women seek not to gain freedom to exploit you. You have judged us through your eyes. In this piece, I ask that you judge yourself through mine. Let my eyes shine upon your wounds and encourage a tourniquet. Let my words be a salve to the boy in you that knew things weren’t right and shut it off to maintain the status quo. For as long as I draw breath, I will deliver the sword of justice. Join me in grace. Pick up your torch and never let go.