sacred whispers blog
Veneration of the Dark Godis is Veneration of the Whole Wombn. Our Power is in Darkness, but first wo-men have to leave our patriarchal conditioning behind - leave the father's house and his rules! Embrace the Way of the Womb!
Bw don’t lose because of racism. They lose both because they’re too lazy to win and because we’ve been beaten down and stripped of winner energy. The more I speak to bw the more I realize they do not actually know any real ww in real life.
Bw: Becky has help
The bw idea of Help: SOMEONE ELSE DOES IT FOR YOU!!
Here follow me. Bw think that Becky “help” means having a man to pay the bills for her.
Having a house keeper to clean for her
Having someone to cook for her
You get the drift? When you spend your LIVES consuming slave movies and shyt? This is to be expected. When you grow up HAVING TO HELP YOUR BLACK MOM because she FAILED to make sure she procured a worthy masculine before breeding? You become RESENTFUL.
A: everything was always your fault. Double and triple if you were the oldest sibling. It becomes increasingly difficult to be accountable for yourself; when you’ve always been the fucking scape goat. I had to check and challenge this shyt in me. Understand EVERYTHING was my fucking fault growing up. From my sisters coming to me BECAUSE our mother made ME the jr mom so she could “have a break.” To my fathers addiction. Every fucking thing was my fault. I even ruined her life by being conceived after she raw fucked a then married to her best friend, man.
Trust me. You get to a point where you cannot fucking hear how one more thing, even one more thing, is your fault. You become petulant, because for the first time in your life? You get to actually experience the child phase and throw a temper tantrum. Usually with and toward all the wrong folks. Because you lack the courage to cuss ya mammy out for the abuse.
Not me. I told mine about herself and healed that wound. When your mother or father abuses you? You grow up stunted. And you have to go get your power back from the abuser. That looked like me refusing to play small anymore and refusing to be the glue and the bridge for the family. When I walked the whole shyt fell apart. They realized how horrible and toxic they all are due to trauma, abuse and fuck shyt that the ADULTS wouldn’t heal so the kids never knew HOW TO HEAL.
WHAT MODEL did we have to show us? My parents were over grown petulant children. How else was I supposed to grow up. However
B: as I began to account for MYSELF, I found myself RAGINGLY ANGRY with my parents for their failures. I was learning shyt at 20 and then 30 that I should have learned at fucking 13!!!! I was rip shyt angry about everything.
C: you ask yourself is it worth it. Because you constantly received messages about your unworthiness. It came in phrases like “I’m not made of money” “money doesn’t grow on threes” “you’re not my only child” “ya daddy didn’t x, y, z” and other fuck shyt that bw as mothers do to their children. (If you didn’t live this? good for you stfu this isn’t for you.)
All of that leads to a lifetime of fucking horrible and stagnating choices. We choose to lose because we’ve been socialized, cultured and RAISED to be the biggest losers. Literally. And figuratively.
Aren’t you sick of that shyt sis? This new moon we are doing a ritual of releasing and manifestation. Won’t you join us? Begin your new life right? It’s time to return to softness and being able to RECEIVE again.
All that bs has hardened you. The hardness is the armor. Let’s come together and remove the armor and enter the chamber of healing:
Deva Fiyah is a Priestess, Anthropologist, Feminist, and Feminine historian. She has helped women from all around the world, actualize their Goddess Power, with Healing, Retreats and Courses in Self Mastery.