Woman Most Wild. Danielle Dulsky

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СКАЧАТЬ to infuse sacred work and meaningful relationships is an integral component of the wild woman’s curriculum. The full moon does not exist to serve you, my love, no more than you exist to serve it. The relationship between the Witch and the moon, be it full or at any other cyclical point, is one of mutual reverence and energetic connection. The greatest lesson the full moon teaches us every month is this: Your sensuality and creativity are holy, and there is as much divinity in the erotic as there is in any prayer. The wild woman is tasked with a great unlearning, for she must untangle the knotted twine formed from millennia of profound distrust and strategic suppression of her sexual and generative power. She must unbind wrappings on her sex and spirit, if only to see what lies beneath the tethers others have placed on her.

       Moonbathing with the Maiden: The Full Moon and Erotic Innocence

      A woman seeking to embody sacred sensuality is challenged to undo not only her own sexual woundings but also those sourced from thousands of years of collective feminine subjugation. Your path toward sensual wholeness is different from mine, my Sister, and I am not so arrogant as to prescribe a specific regimen for you. Erotic innocence is not a goal but a practice, and a necessary one at that. We live in a pivotal age of transformation in which the mysteries of women’s subtle and heavy bodies are being brought to light; and yet, these positive shifts are contextualized within a shadowy soup of media-supported body shaming.

      Go into the night now, as a Witch most sensual. Seek out a darkened place underneath the shield of trees if you must, but look for places where the full moon casts its milk-gray glow on a space, however small. If you cannot be outdoors, go into your home’s wild sanctuary and attune to the lunar energy around you. Sit in the moonlight now, Priestess. Let the light penetrate your deepest sacral wound, be it scarred over or still bleeding. Give permission to the lunar light to seep into the voids within your would-be sensual wholeness, and invite the moonlight to electrify the Maiden within. Be who you were born to be, as if you were raised within the Red Tent, a place of historic menstrual support, where all the mothers and grandmothers of this world encircle you and validate your feminine blood as holy. Place both palms flat on your womb-center and affirm thrice: I am Maiden, and I am whole. Whatever your woundings, my love, you are flawless in your soul, body, mind, and spirit. You are not broken. You are not incomplete. You are the wild perfection of all things on and beyond this great Earth of ours. Even if you do not have a physical womb, that fertile space of life, death, and creative power remains inside you, in all its energetic glory.

      The womb-wounds of women are often the best-kept secrets. In circles of women where the space is safely held, stories of lost pregnancies, infertility, hysterectomies, and, most commonly, abuse in its myriad forms are often unleashed in an eruption of long-dammed pain. There comes a time, I believe, in every woman’s life when a harvesting of these truths must come. If verbally sharing your story is too painful or would only cause a deeper wounding, write it down, shunning perfection and shame, then burn the pages. Seek out professional support and safe, healing spaces. The act of lifting these experiences out of their sacral depths raises their vibration, permits them to be less manifest as a binding agent to your soul, and brings them into the light. Women who share their sexual stories often begin by believing their story means little, and then in the sharing begin to know the weight of their past and the extent to which it has kept them immobile. A great release comes from the telling, as if a heavy, dreadful something was keeping a critical part of their soul static until their voice could be heard.

      Know that you have been infallible in every decision you have made. You are blameless and perfect as you are, in this moment, and you always have been so. There can be no misstep when you are sacred and whole, and, my love, you are both of these, forever and always.

       Verses of the Holy Feminine

       A Full Moon Prayer of Gratitude and Surrender

       For all I am about to receive on this blessed, holy night, I am truly thankful. Hear my open-hearted and open-legged prayer to the silver moon, Great Mystery, for this child of the universe is wide awake. I will not turn away from the fertile wild, for I have found my true worth. I have tasted the blissful sweetness of river water and rose petals, and I have cut myself on the thorns of raw, red, running beauty. My blood is my war paint, and I am going to battle for you.

       Thank you for the scent of fresh snow, new blooms, hot rain, and leaf rot. Thank you for all tastes, for my tongue has licked the hearty roots of soul, the cool mint of spirit, and everything in between. Thank you for my strong bones and my belly fire. Thank you for my sensual divinity and holy sexuality. My cup runneth over with the raw emerald-green heart light of empathic connection and feminine generosity. I am giving it all to you, Mystery; take me, I am yours.

       I am surrendering the wisdom of the cosmos, but I am affirming my sacred role in the Great Turning. I hold all the magick of this wounded world within my womb, and I have sunk my teeth deeply into the burning bone marrow of human transformation. I have swum against the tide for a time, and now I feel the current shifting, sucking the ancient sands of stagnant shame away from under my bare feet. I am finding new ground, and for this I am eternally thankful. From the bottom of my wild heart, all blessings be.

       Weaning the Creatrix-Mother: The Guilt of Completion

      Much of the fear pervading the full moon phase of the cycle stems from the guilt of completion. Recall, my love, a time in your life when you were creatrix, birthing something into being for which you cared dearly. As your creation neared fruition, you likely experienced a fair amount of trepidation. The end was finally in sight, and now you were poised to be released from your role as Creatrix-Mother. Depending on how closely you identified with this role, you may have needed to reorder your very identity.

      The task of the full moon phase of the cycle is to be as fully and unapologetically present as possible. When an intense generative fire burns in a woman’s belly, she does well to create solely for creation’s sake. In What We Ache For, Oriah Mountain Dreamer tasks the artist with trusting the process as wholly as she or he can: “We must be faithful — full of faith that the process of creating will be enough to feed us and the world.” The trust of the Creatrix-Mother comes from the understanding that, though the inevitable letting go is coming, the cyclical nature of all things is ever-turning.

      The full moon begs us to balance the guilt of completion, the sense that maybe we have somehow misstepped or wronged our creation, with a cyclical view of time. Feminine time is circular but specifically spiral and certainly not linear. You may well be facing the letting-go phase of some majestic thing now, but the essence of what you so lovingly mothered will be reborn into another incarnation soon. So, my Witch, revel in this phase of fullness and fruition, for it is the height of your creative, life-giving power.

THE WANING MOON’S EVE OF ACCEPTANCEYour Lunar Autumn

      Every Witch is different, but I find the happiest wild women are those who relish the opportunity to let entire phases of their lives die out, like flowers withering under the first frost. The waning moon is a space maker, a field clearer, and a massive, high-powered declutterer; it calls you to accept the loss of what is already leaving you as preparation for the dark moon void.

      Your lunar autumn is a time of release and boundary creation. You must honor the earlier aspects of the lunar cycle for how they served you, birthing what needed to be birthed and then dancing in celebration of completion, but this is not where the challenge lies. You must then death-doula yourself through the process of accepting loss. As the moon wanes, the СКАЧАТЬ