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I have heard it said that the dalai lama, in his infinite wisdom, has said that the world will be saved by women. Burning women, of the West, to be exact. I do not know if he really said it, and to me, it really doesn't matter. Because sometimes the message is more important than any quibbling over who spoke the words. What I do know is that in my journey, I keep meeting other women, women who are indeed burning women, much like myself. Women who are tired of fighting the same fights and getting the same unsatisfying answers time after time. Women who have “done everything right” only to find out that the whole damn game was rigged from the get-go and that there was never a real chance of winning because the whole rulebook was kept undercover and also had a lot of margin notes that they weren't allowed to see. Women who are walking and talking and deeply feeling incendiary devices on a hair trigger. Fully embodied conflagrations that will burn you white hot with their purifying rage, leaving nothing but your charred bones and your own idiotic presumptions in their wake. Women who have given ceaselessly and who have, in turn, had everything taken from them time and time again. Women from whom everything has been stolen, including their own voices. Injustice burns like acid in their veins, every heartbeat a scorching reminder of the boot on their neck from the moment of birth.
We find each other here in the darkness, and cling tightly to one another in our brief moments of respite. So very brief, but still we welcome the relief, even temporarily. We see ourselves in one another so deeply. We cry each other's tears and dry each other's faces with trembling hands, absorb each other's pain, transmute it with our tender alchemy, refracting back only love to one another as we bleed the pain from our souls with our sister bonds. There are so many of us, and it seems as though we are being drawn together as of late. Many of us have spent years wandering on the surface of this troubled earth, feeling as though we were all alone, yet the whole time we were unknowingly surrounded by fellow silent sufferers of this pain.
I know that I personally have spent so long feeling like an alien species that was dropped here amongst people with whom I share very little except for outside physical appearances, but this was a tricky little sleight of hand employed by the powers that be, because now at almost 50 years old, I am finally realizing where that feeling has its source. We have been intentionally separated, my sisters. Pitted against one another in ways too myriad to count. Weaponized against each other in the service of inadequate men's vanity. Coached and shaped by our peers, our families, our very society to always be concerned with not being enough. Not thin enough. Not desirable enough. Not young enough. Not meek enough. We have absorbed our own culture’s loathing of us and projected it onto other women we meet. I'm just as guilty as anyone of this awful trait. It is incredibly difficult to fight against an entire lifetime of indoctrination and social reinforcement both overt and subconscious. But fight that programming, we must. The powerful have a vested interest in keeping us at odds with one another, and it is a good thing to examine for yourself why that is the case.
We look around and we can see the absolute destruction that is being wrought all around us, and I have to stop and ask all of you, my dear sisters, do you not think the time has come for us to rise up against this tide with linked arms and raised voices with ample steel in our spines like our female freedom fighting forebearers once did? We cannot allow our complacency and our love of convenience, our petty rivalries or our shallow vanities to silo us any longer. My fellow burning women, we must lead the charge together, unafraid and with bold certainty in the righteousness of our cause.
We are at a crossroads in this nation right now. At this very minute, there are politicians sitting in their cozy little offices smoking their cigars and drinking from their little crystal tumblers of whiskey neat while at the same time scheming of ways that they can push us all back into child marriages and forced birth breeding traps. Many of the mostly male members of this cohort don't even think we should be voting. Many are on record saying that very thing and suffering no real discernible pushback for doing so. Hell, they'll even hook you up to life support after you're braindead so that you can fulfill what they believe is your only truly important function in this world. Incubators and fuck toys is the long and short of it, my friends. Just sit with that thought in consideration for a few seconds: the most uninspiring and inferior examples of mankind imaginable are plotting to take away the 2/3 equality that they think they have “allowed” us to enjoy thus far. How does that strike you? I for one am not on board with that plan.
And so, we must burn, my dear ladies. We must burn until there is nothing left of this evil agenda but cinders and white ash that we can then blow to the errant wind like so much insubstantial dandelion fluff. We must lead this charge with furious and righteous rage, letting the incandescent glow of our anger light the darkness on fire, embers that will burn for centuries to come. We are conditioned and taught from the moment we are assigned female at birth to be nice, compliant, peacemakers, to make ourselves smaller, to comfort endlessly, yet never expect comforting. There is no love in such an arrangement. There is only control and usurped power. We must reject these false notions of normalcy with every fiber of our beings, my friends.
We must become as unmanageable as a wildfire, all-consuming, blistering, goddess-like in our ferocious calamity and cleansing heat. We must burn the old and sanctify the new, pouring out upon it the waters of peace and love, so that nothing foul can take root in this newly purged world again. The strength of women is taken for granted so much of the time, and now, my sisters it is time for us to teach the conservative men of this country a much overdue refresher course in just how unreasonable we can be. So rage, my beautiful sisters, rage, immolate, combust. Revel in your goddess strength. Bask in your resplendent reclaimed power. Glory in it. Find others and help them to shake off the chains of their own complacency so that they can feed the flames as well. This turning point at which we find ourselves is the test of our collective memory and our deep inherent strength. Blaze brightly into the future with your heads held high, and burn woman, burn.
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That was great bluePNWcats! I loved the imagery. Wildfire both scares the fuck out of me and thrills me. I am calm and measured now, but feel that righteous anger rising. Something transformational is coming. I hope we survive it as a species.
Amen, sister! Love the Antifa cat pictures.
I picked up Daddy's ashes today, they will be buried next to Mama next Friday. The mortuary that did it has two therapy cats - a gray striped tabby and a tuxedo cat. Both are sweet, with the tabby very friendly and the tuxedo very noisy, my grandson loved her "meows."