The Gift SHE brings…

 

From the film Doomsday.

So… When my Banshee arrives, she usually has some serious shit to address. She is invoked by it. She wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t a need for her. This I know, why doesn’t he?

Sir, all Sir’s, please understand, when a woman does her hard core banshee ALL over you, when her core Fury has been expressed, this is not the time to run away and hide, this is the time to put your head on the block and let her chop it off. Seriously, this is where you get to get REAL, outside of your head, into the core physical reality of where your “relating” actually is.

For Banshee is all about what is actually happening, here and now! Not the story’s running around either of our heads. She’s almost gospel in her Truth that will be said out loud, that will no longer be held down, back or inside like a rot laying under the surface. There is a tangible honesty to it that can not be denied, and that mystical nature to the content that is so very ephemeral, yet hard as stone. To reject her on the delivery, on the loudness of her Being… is unwise. You could let her force of tornado like winds blow away any dross you had clinging to you. Or, you could run and hide from the horrible monster that you helped create.

I’m just saying… It’s about as real as it gets, and if you have no desire to dance with this then, you don’t get to dance with this! She isn’t the noise a woman makes to get what she wants… She isn’t the control drama of choice… She’s costs me to go there, for what she begins often leads where I have not seen yet.

That’s kinda the point. To create a disruptive chaos to change shit, when the shit gets so thick you’re breathing it without knowing to what level you are accepting the pain that you are living in.

Once that genie is out of the bottle, once those truths are out loud, there’s no “unknowing” it… we could try the game of lets make it all OK again, have a quick cuddle and go back to our normal programming….

Ahhh, NO. That’s why I opened my mouth in the first place… To CHANGE something about this reality.

When Shit Gets Real… May Love Prevail….The Real Honest Stuff… Living a non Hashtag life!

Meeting those haters that gotta hate…

One of those places of resistance has arrived quite clearly in this mornings pages, and with that, a solution of sorts. Well at least a plan.

Anyone who is out there making their offering to the world in a way that is not necessarily the most popular conversation, is at risk of invoking “the hater”… that voice that will find all manner of vitriol for you, your work, your choice of clothing…

So, here is my plan… do the work, make the offerings and if/when I receive the noise, place it somewhere, copy, paste, into a word file… collect it… like the body does when there is something toxic to protect ourselves from collecting it into one spot.

Then, when it has ripened, when it has matured, lance the boil… take it out and witness these offerings for what they are, feedback… and all feedback is useful. My feeling is to categorize each statement, something like… had a bad day, surface comments, hit a nerve, raging fanatic, just plain mean… you know, all those places we can see when someone says something not very nice, there could also be a “constructive criticism” section…  and there within that may be some gold to mine.

On a bigger picture, meta level, there could well be an opportunity to understand how I am triggering people… that would be useful.

This all being a plan, as, to date… I haven’t had any haters bringing the hate down on me… I truly hope I don’t, but being prepared for it feels like I just immunized myself.

Would you use this plan? How would you make it yours?

A Woman’s word.

We women love to talk… so “they” say… We gossip… apparently. We use our words to cut another woman down… well… we can. Our words, our expression of self, our offerings to the world and each other… what are they really worth? We hear the term “A Man’s Word is his bond” What is a Woman’s word?

I have a golden rule,

“If it’s not said to my face it doesn’t count.”

If there is a real issue, to be spoken to, then best speak to me direct, otherwise all you are doing is collecting ego strokes if you are complaining to someone else about blah blah…

This is perhaps a bit harsh, but it’s the way I choose to function, in it’s core is “what other people think (or say) about me is none of my business”. It free’s me from worrying about any of it. For I can meet most things, in the moment, as it’s felt and experienced, but if you take something away with you, stew on it, chew it up a bit, mess it all about, then come up with a new and improved version of what was said… how am I responsible for that… as in how am I able to respond?

I am learning to take this all the way in…

“To thine own self be true, and as sure as night follows day you can be false to no other” Shakespeare.

…and choose those words used on the inside to support the woman unfolding in new and loving power, that has yet to be fully unfurled, rather than list the thousands of reasons the world is not ready for a “profitable business sharing blood wisdom” as “The Universe” puts it.

I am exploring a new state of word, a lyrical state, were words arrive in rhyme without intending them too… have you been here? For me this is hooked in/feeling with the sacred flow kind of state, that words seem to “order” themselves around the flow. Please leave a comment if you have felt this.

I’m not sure if we need a similar phrase to “a man’s word as his bond”… for me though, a woman’s word is her sword, to cut down, or cut free… tis always our choice!

Value of the Banshee.

Banshee/Cannibal From “Doomsday” the film…

There’s this joke… about men and women and relationships…. it goes like this.   Ask Ten women why their last relationship finished and they will give you a detailed map on what went wrong, where, when and what they will never do again… Ask the Ten men why their last relationship finished… they will say.., “Bitch went crazy!”

Being tarred with the Banshee brush does my head in, does yours in too… I’ve seen way too many women reduced to “crazy” when what they really are is furious, so full of fury they explode! That stuff is uber real, needing the respect we offer nitroglycerin. Normally though, what a woman will do as she feels the temperature rising is one of a few options left to her… Suck it up, shove it down, drown it out, cool it off… some of those involve eating, sleeping, swallowing, or any other form of self punishment we have conjured this week. Or sometimes we have a range of tools we use to access that rage and USE it to create the change it was sent to create.

I LOVE my Banshee… I LOVE my Banshee in my Mother and my Daughter… I LOVE it in my Sisters!  I LOVE it when the force of personal truth that will not be silenced today, will speak her total mind right now. Tis far greater than the other options. I would love to see our world where the Banshee is a valued part of every woman, where we respected her presence in a moment as necessary, as she would not be there if she was not needed. She is truly only there when she’s needed.

There is the learned emotional vomiting that many women do, the shrieking that fills your ears with dread when you hear it, but that is not what I am speaking to here. That is bad behavior, when someone has maintained the habit of making their problems everybody else’s problem… No, that is truly different to the Real Banshee. Learning the difference between the two can make a life lived in terror of our anger, or a life that has learned to harness the fire, not burn every one, mostly the self, alive… The difference between the two is the place they arrive from. The shrieking noise a woman makes to force people to do her bidding if only it will shut her up.. that is easy to spot as generally it’s in her pitch… the higher the noise, the greater the fear, the stronger the shrieking… The fury you can see burning in a woman’s eyes, that would be her Banshee, also know as her Kali… about to chop off your head, that pitch is totally different. There is a force moving through her that really ought to be heard, and if her world is her own, she will truly bring it… ALL THE WAY through… not the truncated depths that most women share with the world as that is all they seem allowed to share.

Time is changing beautiful woman. Our earth needs our Banshee! Learn the difference, and employ the fury in such a way as to burn through the dross that has encased your life… that is what she if for! To Burn away ALL that would contain you and Not have your world as your own.

Bosom Buddies with your Banshee… My latest work… a tool box for profound change…. Wont you join me?