She is

Oh, how much I was waiting for this moment. The instant I would feel the actual inspiration to write about this. To be able to explore the concept of womanhood in my awareness a bit deeper. I was dreaming of being able to contemplate such a powerful and mysterious idea, but it was not yet ready to be felt by me.

Well, not until now. Not like this.

Today, I feel inspired to flirt a little bit with the limitless boundaries of what that kind of energy is. At least with my very poor and limited understanding in front of this so unexplored raw power and the actual quality of divine love here on Earth. (At least, this is how I perceived it today.)

The woman is like reality itself, unpredictable, always changing, transforming, and expanding.

This is just an attempt to open our minds to something truly fun and exciting. Just to touch the waters of the unknown with our fingertips. Just a bit. Just to have a small taste. Just to open our curiosity and wonder to the glimpse of the impossible. To the majestic. To the depth of our own ignorance.

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Could God be a woman?

Like, honestly, think about it. If God had a sex, wouldn't it make more sense if it were a woman?

After all, it's a woman who has the power to birth an entirely new universe. Her body is capable of creating another human being, the most complex system of life we know. She literally performs everything the pop spirituality tells us about God in her simple and mundane life.

If this is not the act of divine creation and unlimited power, I have no idea what is.

She is the systemic thinker. She is juggling many different things at the same time. She is about the coherence of the whole more than the egoic pursuits of unidirectional effort. She sees the big picture. She feels the multidimensional dynamics of reality with her body. Her awareness is peripheral. She is intimate with the entire field. She hears the whispers of Nature and she can ask her for support.

She senses the unconscious in the invisible, and she has easy access to the collective consciousness around her.

She intuitively understands how nature and life work.

When she prays, she actually creates. She doesn't ask; she manifests what she wants.

When she connects to other women, their collective power can transform the entire field of your reality without you even realizing it.

She is more than a guide, a healer, a lover, a manager, a savior, or a creator.

Woman is beyond magic. Treating a woman as a witch is a very sad underestimation of her actual authentic power. It's a deep misunderstanding of who she actually is and what she can do.

This is even beyond power and love. It's something that will always mystify you. Something you might never understand; you can only surrender and let go. You can only give up; you could never truly win this battle. Because it's not a war; it's a game.

You can play this game with us, or you can stay in the delusion that we need some kind of help or saving. If you believe a woman needs you, you don't yet get what the real woman is.

The Woman does not need you; she wants you. This is different. Very different. And way more orgasmic.

It's the desire that moves her towards you, not her needs.

She is more than capable of answering all her needs (and even yours) if she is in complete alignment with her authentic desires and she has access to her inner power of creation to satisfy them efficiently for both of you.

She could create effortlessly and joyfully the reality you want, if only you let her. If only you could truly trust her. If only you were able to see the God in her soul. Recognize the act of divine creation in everything she does.

If only you were wise enough to bow your head and just feel what she is trying to offer you.

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She feels. She knows. She has a lot of fun.

She also suffers. Because she loves too deeply and too mysteriously.

Because she also gets lost and confused from time to time. Because sometimes her unconditional love also wants you to feel the depth of your own cruelty and self-imposed suffering.

She is the mirror of your own potential. She is also the source for its realization. She has your back and holds your hand tightly. She shares her power with you unconditionally. She gives you her heart without even letting you know it was hers.

She observes. She learns. She changes.

She is rude in tenderness. She is soft with thunder.

She is the paradox of existence. Of love. Of life. Of reason.

She mixes the cards and changes the rules; she gets wild and crazy. She dances and she sings with stars and oceans. She moves like she can hear the music of your own deeply forgotten universe. She flirts with your spirit in a way you might never understand.

But you deeply like it. Even if it hurts. Even if you suffer, you continue. You go even deeper into that forest. You are addicted to it. You cannot help yourself. You are willing to get lost again and again. You offer yourself to her one way or another.

The smell of her essence has already charmed the most intimate parts of you. You are already lost in her desires. You have given up your dreams to her. Now, you need her to find them. You need her to help you create what you actually desire and believe in. To manifest the reality your heart knows is possible.

She is the key to your salvation. She is the one to give you God.

She has many faces. She is timeless. She is space.

She is.