sisterhood definition: the relationship between sisters. A feeling of kinship with and closeness to a group of women or all women. An association or community of women linked by a common interest, religion or trade.
TRUST YOUR SOUL
it knows the way to your tribe
Slut shaming, back stabbing, name calling, when did women get so ruthless? Or maybe women have been cut throat to each other all along.
Throughout centuries, we have been made to sacrifice the freedom of another, to save our own life. Forced up against a wall, no other place to turn, but on the backs of our own coven. This guilt, resentment, anger, hate, and fear has been burned into our core. The seed of betrayal and the inability to trust, was planted long ago.
We crave union, sisterhood and a tribe to call our own, but never quite open our hearts to the love of the union of a Divine Feminine circle. Paralyzing fear has been pounded into our beliefs that a powerful circle of women is dark, is an unforgivable crime, and we will be prosecuted. Shaming our power that comes from our divine spark, the passion and fire that burned from our own sexuality, dowsed with the fears of inadequacy of others.
When it all boils down to the internal core of our instincts to turn on each other, it comes down to fear, insecurities and the lack of self love and acceptance that we have for ourselves. I look back at my own life and as I reflect on the moments that I may not be proud of. The situations where I also turned my back on the women I loved, to save my own self appearance or reputation. The moments I could not find my own voice to stand in front of her whilst she was being beaten down by others. Standing in silence, afraid of the repercussions, my silence offering my consent to the deep cuts of anger and jealousy. This was a chapter in my life when I was extremely vulnerable and scared. Terrified of my truth being spoken and the daggers of judgment pointed my way. On the outside I put up many shields of protection, a wall that impersonated strength and courage. A layer of deception that I was not emotionally affected by the sticks and stones of their words and actions. These walls became so enormous, that love was not allowed in or out. The bricks were sealed, but the love for myself leaked out slowly, in between the imperfections of a life time of decay.
As we watch our coven sisters be burned at the stake, hung to their deaths, eyes staring back at yours. And in those moments, we had to remain calm, as her eyes became yours, her last breath, became yours, the agonizing pain, was yours. Holding back our emotions, stifling our tears, praying for forgiveness as you felt her mystic soul return to grace.
Our emotions have vibration, and these vibrations still pulsate through our existence, being passed down from lifetime to lifetime. I believe one of our life lessons as the collective Divine, is to heal this breakage of the bond that we are meant to share.
It warms my heart, when I see small positive changes happening in society that is slowly mending these wounds that run deep. The fact of the matter is that these wounds are deeply embedded into our souls, and a band-aid solution will not close up these gaping wounds. The healing is required to start within and work it’s way outward.
The more we love ourselves, the less we will bring hate on to others. Stand up to your inner prosecutor, you know the one that tells you that you are not good enough. Look them right in the eye and take back your power. YOU are WORTHY, YOU are SMART, YOU are KIND, YOU are POWERFUL and BRAVE, YOUR intuition is CLEAR and YOUR beauty EXISTS within.
We have become so accustomed to not only judging others but also hating ourselves. Despising the skin, we were born into, hiding our souls behind superficial masks. Our addiction to change, enhance, remove, reduce and cover up has become endless. We are chasing a love that we will never wrap our arms around, because this love is based upon false expectations that we are unable to achieve.
The start of self love begins within, without needing a mirror to reflect your beauty. Shut your eyes, feel your soul and connect your heart to your pure essence of who you are as a soul. See beyond the physical aspects of who you are a woman. Your soul is made up of the power and beauty of the Divine Feminine, it has always been there.
Gather together as women, support, love and assist each other in their rising. There is not one standard of beauty or strength as we are all multi-dimensional beings. Pieced together with the exquisite beauty of Mother Earth, the magnificence of the galaxy, the intuition of the moon, the passion of the sun, and the grace of the Divine.
There is enough expansion for us all to rise together in unison as a divinely guided tribe. We no longer have to hide our secrets behind hatred and betrayal. Instead allow those fears we hold between ourselves as a shield of protection to burn to ashes. We no longer need to fear the power of our kindred connections.
Strip away your clothes, expose your naked souls, dance under the moonlight hand in hand, feel the power of your divine intuition pulsate through your veins, becoming stronger and stronger, your divine beauty seeping out from every pour of your body.
Answer the call to shine your light, beckoning your sisters home to a coven of love and understanding, power and trust. To confess your darkest secrets in a binding circle under the sisterhood of the divine. Inviting our young daughters to be integrated into this sacred way to carry on the traditions of the ways of the witch.
Let us cut and remove hatred and judgment out of our vocabulary, beliefs and thoughts, specifically when speaking or thinking about the divine feminine. You will not align with everyone and that is ok, focus on your tribe, not the separation. There does not have to be a battle of who is more powerful, pure or authentic. Allow and let each other dance to the rhythm of their own drum, without trying to drown them out with your own beat.
Rise together, sing together, dance together, love together, be brave together and support each and every sacred soul of the divine feminine. The rise of the feminine within us all will heal our world.
Blessings Divine Sacred Souls,
Ashley Atkinson
We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.
>JK Rowling<