to be a woman is to be holy

Photo by Marlene Wolf

One of the worst things the patriarchy has done has convinced women that they are not divine.

That the face of god looks nothing like them. 
That they couldn’t possibly be divine because god is a man who lives in the sky.

Most people are disconnected from their own divinity inside, regardless of gender.

But the programming from seeing only men be praised as spiritual leaders is d e e p.

Only men recognized for their spiritual experiences for thousands of years.

It has not always been this way, and even during patriarchal times, there are always and have always been women who are mystical.

Who are spiritual leaders in their communities.

Who are having profound spiritual experiences and inspiring and guiding others with them.

This is the gift I have received from seeking out spaces that revere female mystics.

Mary Magdalene. Isis. Teresa of Avila. Thecla. So many others.

Their stories have been hidden, distorted, misunderstood.

But now is a time on Earth, when people are remembering.

When it is possible to heal the split that has been carved between being a woman and being holy.

I was recently at a Mary Magdalene put on by Nicola Amadora, and in one of my first conversations with Mary at this retreat, she gave me a healing on this exact topic.

She showed me the lifetimes of programming I was still carrying that said that it wasn’t possible to be in a female body and have access to my spiritual power.

With her support, I started to let this go. I released these lies and came home to myself.

I remembered that to be a woman is to be holy.

I remembered that divinity is inside of me, and I never actually lose connection to that, regardless of what anyone else says.

I remembered that my body is not a lesser sex damned to sin unless I get on my knees and repent to a man, but that she is the face of god. That god loves me. That god looks like me.

This remembrance has stirred something deep in me.

It has allowed me to take another step in loving, cherishing, and valuing myself.

It has helped me come home to the love that I believe is every woman/person’s birthright.

A love that says:

I know you. I see you. You are holy.