Who is this capricious creature, beautiful
angel and embodiment of feminine essence? She is love. Adored,
worshipped, feared and persecuted since ancient times, she
still remains an enigma to man. She, his beloved one, his
opposite polarity, mystifies him, disturbs him, enchants
him, eternally asking him to look within and find her, his
puzzled by her mysterious essence, he sees her as a perplexing
riddle that he will never solve. Her gifts of creation,
destruction and transformation haunt his very soul, beckoning
him to open his eyes to her essential nature, the nature
that he cannot live without.
Once honoured as the most potent spiritual power upon the earth, she embodies the Goddess in her many facets. Worshipped for her sacred female essence, in early civilisations she represented the womb of the Divine Mother. Her songs have been sung for aeons, devotedly woven through the tapestries of many generations. Her myths are not just stories, but a vital reality, lived and spoken harmoniously for thousands of years as an intrinsic part of daily life.
Where is her place now, in this modern age of computerised technology, plastic packaging and instant gratification? Where are her palaces, her temples? Where are her sacred groves? Can she make her hearth and home amongst the rational linear constructs of contemporary civilisation?
Can she truly flower, blossoming openly in
the exquisite fragrance of her essence, amidst the pollution
and destruction of her beloved earth? Can the deep stillness
and silence of her being emanate harmoniously in a world
that dishonours, corrupts, and suppresses her immortal female
Long associated with the moon, the power of
her essence is soft, tender, receptive, vulnerable and feminine.
Dark, moist and deeply mysterious, she is the Goddess of
the Night. Since ancient times, her priestesses have chanted,
danced and meditated by sacred springs and within deep forests,
always celebrating the cyclic flow of her lunar cycles.
Is it possible for her sacredness to pour forth amidst the
frenetic pace of modern society?
As the powerful magnet of the male-dominated world pulls woman further from her innate inner knowing of love, she psychologically becomes more masculine. This intrusion upon her feminine psyche is so subtle that she rarely recognises it as an alien presence within her body.
she truly rests in the beauty of her essence, she is surrendered
in a place of open receptivity ~ to love, to the Divine,
to her mystery, to existence. This, her natural state, is
not at home with the forceful demands of the contemporary
world. Within the vast realm of her awesome power and profound
mystery, she knows softness, intimacy, creativity and freedom.
Here, she nurtures, without separation, thought or emotion, the divine essence that is her intrinsic disposition. Here, she is in intimate union with all of nature and all of life. Here, she is fulfilled within the tender moments that contain deepest meaning for her ~ lovemaking, childbirth, being with the earth, being with anyone or within any situation where her love is reflected.
Modern civilisation does not love, encourage or respect the intuitive fluidity or cyclic mystery of the female essence. In a world that so proudly boasts its technology, its weapons and its inventions, this exquisite essence is frequently seen as bothersome, threatening, worthless or totally ignored.
The mysterious depth of a woman’s sexual essence, this awesome power of her ability to give life, nourish and create with the rhythms of the moon, earth and heavens, is now subdued by the masculine linear rationality and structured concepts that have seeped into her life.
The essence of the Goddess shines within the womb of every woman. This womb, chalice of life, Holy Grail of love so revered by the ancients, is now regarded as a dispensable part of her, available for manipulation by doctors within sterile, un-loving environments.
Through the suppression of her intuitive wisdom and natural healing and nurturing powers, the wise voice of her essence is silenced. Through artificial contraception, her innate lunar cycle is repressed. Through the practice of unnecessary inductions, her body’s inherent knowing of birthing is disrupted.
Through the practice of unnecessary hysterectomies,
the deep and vital heart of her psyche is torn asunder.
Through the use of HRT, the awesome power of her profound
wisdom is silenced.
natural rhythms of her body have nurtured many cultures
since ancient times. Male doctors and practitioners do not
graciously accept or honour her intuitive knowledge of her
body and its intrinsic ebbs and flows. Her phases of menstruation,
pregnancy, childbirth and menopause are not illnesses in
need of a ‘cure’ and medical intervention with
her body’s natural cycles is only necessary in an
She increasingly struggles to be who she is in a world that is supposedly advanced and liberated. Yet, within the deepest recesses of her being, she knows that the sacredness of her love and truth is not being seen. It is no wonder that she rages, cries and despairs whenever she is pre-menstrual, for she carries the world’s denial of the female essence within her body and psyche.
Betrayed by the dishonest promises and seductive illusions of the outer world, woman surrenders to its falsity, instead of to the essence of her love. No matter how many framed certificates hang on her wall, they mean nothing if she is not united with her love within.
No matter how highly acclaimed she is in her career, this means nothing if she is not living sweetly in her femaleness. No matter how high she has climbed the corporate ladder, this means nothing if she is not living a life of openhearted love. To cope with the world’s ever-increasing demands, she is often required to become tougher, harder and more closed-hearted.
is also required to think more, instead of trusting her
instinctive intuition and knowing of love. When her mind
is filled with unnecessary thoughts, she loses touch with
the vastness of her mysterious essence.
Through living in a civilisation that cannot receive the sacredness of her essence, she becomes angry, subdued or depressed. Through absorbing the tensions of the world, particularly in sexual situations where she is not being truly loved, her body closes down on a deep level. When she has had enough of living in this way, she may crack open, as everything in her life that is not true begins to disintegrate.
When her body, heart and soul cry out to be heard, seen, acknowledged and loved as the beauty of her female essence, the Divine within hears her plea. Something fundamental then changes for her as an awesome transformation begins to take place. Her outwardly projected male ways of living and doing then begin to fall apart.
In this heart-broken-open space of vulnerability, she finds the courage to melt, as the layers that have covered her treasure, her essence, are stripped away. As she frees herself from the falsity of society’s bondage, she becomes the sweet nectar of her love.
© ~ Sophia Roselyn Breillat ~ not to be reprinted without author’s permission
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Roslyne Sophia Breillat
Within the womb of every woman glows the consciousness of Mother Earth. Wildheartwisdom is a web site for nurturing the truth of this powerful feminine spirit and offers support for the female psyche’s many cyclic transformations. Wildheartwisdom focuses upon the deeper joy and purpose of menstruation, lovemaking, pregnancy, childbirth, mothering, relationships, menopause and beyond. Find spiritual guidance for healing from eating disorders, sexual abuse, miscarriage and abortion. There are currently three galleries featuring Sophia’s art and a selection of her article excerpts. As wildheartwisdom evolves more art and articles will be added as well as an extensive resource section. Sophia’s beautiful art and illustrations are for sale and she is currently seeking a publisher for her two books.