And I’m okay with that. In fact, I’m really excited about it. The tipping point has been hit and you better hold on because it’s all downhill from here faster than whatever you think fast is. I tried to sleep, I really did. I have to work tomorrow. But my brain doesn’t care one little bit. Johnny Cash. I hear the train a comin, it’s rollin round the bend. Yep, I hear it. I hope you can too. The change, and I don’t mean menapause. It’s the whole world. The whole thing. Now this is where I’d normally apologize because my grandma taught me to be nice and sweet and smile and be a good girl. But I might upset some men. I’m not apologizing though because I’m not going to continue hiding myself in some lonely little box because some man might not like it. Let’s talk about patriarchy.

First off, I have two sons. I love them more than I love breathing. BUT. They have been raised in the same gaslit system that we all have been raised in. They’re really good men though given the world they were born in. But I didn’t raise them correctly. I wasn’t raised correctly. We’ve all been lied to, manipulated, controlled, scared to be who and what we are. I like to tell myself that I wasn’t. That I’m an independent thinker. I will argue all day that I am quite a bit more enlightened than most people. And I am. On some things. However, I bought the whole thing, hook, line and sinker my whole life. Be nice to people, oh, overlook disrespect because well maybe they’re having a hard day. Be sure to have dinner ready for your husband when he gets here because he worked all day even though I worked 14 hours that day myself. For shit pay. In a factory with no windows. Bells ring when you can go to the bathroom. Bells ring when you can eat lunch. Bells ring when you get there and when you can go home. Yeah, just like a prison, just like school. I was born a cog in the wheel that feeds the big man. Just like you.

And whatever you do, don’t question it. Don’t act like a human and ask for FAVORS that don’t make them money. Just go along. I still do it. I’m working on it but I see it all clearly now. And I preach and explain and question and advise and rant and beg. Get yourself out of it. LIVE your life. And you know what my life has become? Better. I don’t watch the news, I’m out of politics, I don’t call people, I visit very few people. Not because I don’t like them, I love them. Some of them. But I just can’t anymore. I can’t talk about the weather and do the small talk. Unless you want to discuss how every life you’ve ever experienced is happening right now on some dimension or timeline, I don’t want to hear the words break my silence.

And there it is. Silence. It’s how you hear yourself. Your true self. I’m not an ostrich. I don’t stick my head in the sand to avoid the noise of the world. I’m a turtle. One little tiny whiff of bullshit and, zip, I’m in that shell faster than a lizard slurps up that little fly going by. Head, legs, tail all whipped back up into that shell in the blink of an eye. And I’ll stay there a good long while until I think it might be safe to peak out again. I’m over it, all the noise in the world. But the good news is, the world full of bullshit is about to change.

How? you might be asking. Well, to put it bluntly, the divine femine is about to raise it’s ugly head. It’s not gonna be cute pink dresses and bows, it’s going to be the mamas and the grammies that are sick and tired of the bullshit. I alway said if you want world peace, put the mamas in charge. Mess with me and mine and, well, you have been warned so don’t be surprised when you get what you asked for. Now I’m all for law and order, but well, sometimes you just gotta send em after their own switch. A little come to Jesus meeting out behind the shed might help. And it just goes downhill from there. We’re sick of living with men’s rules. Now I don’t really mean the modern men. Just to be clear, I love men. I mean the ones from way back who thought that it was wise to corral the force that creates life. The ones that enslaved the ones that can take those five fish and feed a thousand hungry little ones. The ones who burned the healers because they wanted control and now look, we’re all sick. Well that didn’t work. And all for what? For control and power. So many people think men do everything they do for sex. They don’t. They do it because they are trying to replicate the power they can’t create by themselves. They don’t have a clue about the power created and released when there is a divine intermingling of a man and a woman. And for that to happen, it has to be a mutual mingling of respect and honor. Anybody can hump for 3 minutes. And a lot of people have ended up with really fucked up lives just to hang on to that 3 minute hump. But more and more people are not doing that anymore. They’re staying single and celibate. Not because they don’t want the somebody loves me fairytale. But because they have realized the power of a truly divine encounter. And they know it’s not an everyday thing. And it’s worth waiting for and cultivating.

So what does that mean. The rise of the divine feminine is good for the world. It’s not bad for men, it’s the best thing that could happen to them. Women are not only creators but nurturers. We want everyone to be safe, happy and loved. But we are no longer consenting to going along with the bullshit that we have to live in tiny little boxes just because some man somewhere long ago decided they didn’t like women anymore. It’s not going to be pretty at first. Sometimes when you rebuild, you have to burn it all down and restart. I’ve got the marshmallows if you’ve got the fire. Let’s go!

After all is said and done, love is the answer and love is going to bring back humanity the way it was intended to be. And I’m so excited. I can’t wait to be a part of it and see how it turns out. The train is rolling. The question to you is, are you gonna jump on for the ride or are you gonna get stuck on the tracks?