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About dustwoman

Not apart of any "religion", group, sect, cult, movement, or fake "revolution" of any kind. I am just a lone individual, another diverse expression of Creation, seeking the Truth and becoming the woman that I was created to be. Growing & learning more every day. I'm not here to preach or teach, gain affirmation, debate, or entertain you. This is merely one of my outlets of release & ventilation; ranging anywhere from personal thoughts to sharing information or anything else I wanna post. If you resonate with what's on here, okay. If you don't, okay. I'm still gonna BE regardless. It is what it is.

If you want to change the world, love a man

“If you want to change the world love a man, really love him. Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid. Accept his hand and guide him gently to your heart’s blood where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there. Burn his heavy load in your fires. Look into his eyes, look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there. Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time. Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment. And let it all go. Feel into his ancestral burden and know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you. Let him melt in your steady gaze and know that you need not mirror that rage because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds.

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him. Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability, in the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death. Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man to step forward towards you… and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together. And when he retreats… because he will… flees in fear to his cave… Gather your grandmothers around you… envelope in their wisdom, hear their gentle shushed whispers, calm your frightened girl’s heart urging you to be still… and wait patiently for his return. Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance, that he may be soothed, once more.

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him. Do not coax out his little boy with guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery only to lure him to a web of destruction, to a place of chaos and hatred more terrible than any war fought by his brothers. This is not feminine, this is revenge. This is the poison of the twisted lines, of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world… and this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls. And it kills us all and whether his mother held him or could not show him the true mother now. Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth, smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core. Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria, cry for him sweet rivers, bleed it all back home.

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him.
Love him enough to be naked and free, love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death and thank him for the opportunity as you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods. Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being. Let him know he can hold you, stand up and protect you. Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before. Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself and merge into the sweet nothing, of this world’s heart.

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him. Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him. And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected by strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream.”

~ Anonymous

…from a random tumblr post

LOVE

Love is a dynamic force; she pulls together strings and strains of magical experiences that are unexplainable and unfathomable to our minds, sometimes it is difficult to even fully articulate the experience being lived, only to show you the opposing force of pushing apart these entangled strings, creating space, uncertainty and even a disconnect from the magic she once bestowed upon you. She has a way of coming back, however, full circle, drawing you into her depths and enclosing you within her veil, showering you with tenderness, compassion and, of course, the purity of her love.

Love accepts all, and sees no faults, although she thrives on imperfections, for the most complex and chaotic of students of her ways are the most beautiful. To love, everything holds beauty, everything is beautiful, even in the most appalling and beastly of places, she’s finds the hidden gems and sparkles of true beauty and magic.

Love asks for nothing, for she is already full and complete, but gives nothing short of everything freely and openly to those who are ready to receive her offerings with an open mind and expanding heart.

Love heals wounds of pain and anguish; she can be your greatest medicine if you allow. But she also has a way of slowing seeping into the ever so slightly opened cracks within your inner barricades and unleashing your inner discomforts and unlocking your triggers. Her intention, with this, however, is to only lead them into the flow of her ways, and guide them into her lightness with compassion and grace.

Love will not intentionally cause you hurt and harm, but instead she will trigger you into a space of healing; by the slightest brush of her magic on your skin, or a sample of her taste on your lips, or even an eye catching glimpse of her captivating beauty that cannot be missed. Her aroma has the ability to engulf you into her seduction, offering you a space to melt from within, pouring your innermost self out into the waves of her essence, and trusting she will carry you into the ways of her intent.

True love, she speaks to those who are ready to hear the gentle vibrations of her tone; only when you have created and explored such vibrations from within yourself and from within your own heart are you ready to hear and fully welcome the sweet whispers of her unmatchable frequencies and Divinity. ~

Jordi Klassen
Inner Awakenings
https://www.facebook.com/innerawakeningss/

The Witch’s Child

Unsettling America

Doubts blew in with the clouds over the grassy hill and down by the willow tree where the child played in the afternoons. The witching hour had come, and the child was still awake, following those doubts past the rows of empty houses to the corner, where the bus comes in the mornings to take them all away.

A shadow came in the window and settled over the bed. The winds outside calmed, but a little breeze in the room itself seemed to tousle the child’s hair, and caress its cheeks. When the child fell asleep, the shadow bent over its ear and whispered a bedtime story:

Child, beneath this golden roof, you, of all people, know what it means to be homeless. It is the tragedy of some in this world to be uprooted, of others, to be rootless. This is the story of the rootless ones. Your bones…

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