The original sin: on being woman

Power is the name given to those who know how to wield life force energy. It is something we all possess- every human, every tree, every gust of wind, every animal. Power surrounds us, moves through us, is us. Yet, the way our power looks, feels, and flows- how it is expressed and embodied- is unique to each individual. There was once a time when that individuality was celebrated. When difference was not a threat but a gift. When we each offered our own medicine to the collective, harmoniously.

Then, someone noticed. She could bleed without dying. She could create life without lifting a finger. She was a portal between spirit and matter. And in that witnessing, a question formed: If she can do that, what can I do? And instead of turning inward or asking the Earth, he turned outward. He decided to control her. To dominate. To violate. To take what he could not make. He would implant his power into her body and call the child his own.

From that moment on, it became a sin to be woman. The divine mother was cast out. Her blood became taboo. Her body, property. Her sensuality, shameful. Her intuition and healing gifts dismissed as hysteria or heresy. Women were ruled by their fathers, forced to apologize to their husbands for not birthing sons, told their existence was secondary, expendable, even dangerous. The feminine body became an apology. Because her pleasure was alchemy. Because her womb was the origin of life. Because she was god on earth.

And still, in the 105 years since white women were granted the right to vote in the U.S. (only 59 years for Black women) the debate around women’s worth continues. Systemic oppression weighs on our spirits and our nervous systems, stalling self-actualization, severing us from our knowing. And many men still hoard the power they stole generations ago.

But here’s the truth: You cannot kill the divine. You can only forget her. And we are remembering.

So how does the devil wash free of the sin? Can the serpent be reclaimed? Can the wild woman, once demonized, be seen as sacred again? I believe she must be, for the sake of collective healing. We must reintegrate our shadows. Even within the darkness, there is wisdom. Even within the devil, there is blessing.

The way forward is not through punishment or performance, but through creation. We reclaim our power by becoming the soul-led creators we were born to be- not for productivity, not for approval, but for liberation. When a woman creates from the core of her being, she rebirths the world. We do this by remembering our bodies: by learning our cycles, reclaiming our pleasure, setting our boundaries, and honoring our desires. We do this in communion with Earth, with sisterhood, with the unseen.

We no longer accept the lie that we are dangerous or defective. We know now that we do not just birth babies, we birth ideas, movements, medicine, culture. The feminine is not soft or passive. She is sensual. She is sacred. She is justice and temperance, rage and tenderness, chaos and calm.

We honor the masculine not by submission or scorn, but through right relationship. We witness their strength, and we meet their wounds with compassion, but not with coddling. We do not seek domination or revenge, but harmony. And harmony can only happen when truth is allowed to rise.

We are not here to be saved. We are here to be sovereign. We are here to rewrite the narrative. The true heresy was never the woman, it was the forgetting of how holy she is. And the revolution is not out there, it begins inside, in every woman who chooses to remember. Who chooses to rise.

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