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Mystery of the Feminine Essence
by Roslyne Sophia Breillat

So many women are longing for, yearning for, searching for, starving for, thirsting for that sacred treasure, that sacred jewel that has been long forgotten, long suppressed, the mystique of the feminine mystery that so many say has disappeared from this earth and disappeared from woman, the wholeness and the holiness of this feminine mystery that has never really disappeared at all. For this mystery has never left woman and has never left the earth, for she still glows, she still shines, she still sings her sweet song of tenderness and love beneath and beyond all the burdens, all the clutter, all the doubts, all the force, all the distrust, all the abuse and all the untruth of a world that does not honour, respect or acknowledge the profundity, stillness and passion that this formless, wordless, indescribable mystery embraces, embodies and bestows.

She calls, she is called and she is the calling, the calling to come home, the calling to reawaken, to awaken from the illusion, to rest peacefully within the timeless essence of her fathomless mystery, to be the purity, the gentleness, the strength, the power of her radiant mystery, to dissolve the layers of unreality that cloak her, that veil her, that disguise her, that strangle her, that stifle her, that imprison her, that deny her the glory of her wildness with myriad pretences and stories and lies. She spends endless hours peering aimlessly into the tarnished distortion of cracked and broken mirrors that do not offer the pristine clarity of true reflections, into the disturbing unreality of the shimmering mirage that promises to quench her thirst.

She becomes addicted to toxic love affairs and purposeless encounters that prevent her from living and loving and being the fullness and the wonder of this invitingly enticing feminine mystery. She compromises the wild spontaneity of her freedom and the gentle strength of her power in favour of relationships that offer her seductive illusions of apparent security and deceitful promises of distorted love that support and hold and nurture her for a while within a tangled web of dishonesty, that belie her integrity and her ability to say ”No!”, that manipulate and control her until she can no longer say “Yes!” to the calling of life, to the calling of her mystery, to the sacred calling of her wise, wise womb.

Through trying too hard to be who she is not, through any kind of trying at all to force, to please, to hide, to divide, to isolate, to separate, to be a part of anything that is too damaged, too fragmented to wholly embrace and accept her in her entirety, through trying to belong or to create a sense of place or to become grounded or at ease where she is not welcomed home, she forgets, she loses touch, she slumbers, she stumbles, she dreams, she rants and she raves, she denies her fineness, she becomes brittle, she becomes coarse, she roams far from her true calling and from her true nature, she loses touch with her intuition, with her true centre, with the womb centre of the universe, with the womb centre of her mystery, with the womb centre of the earth.

Where is she going when she strides so furiously along the unyielding surface of the hard pavement in her stiletto heels? Who is she controlling when she wears tight nylon stockings that constrain the sacred power of her belly and restrict the natural fluidity of her thighs? What is she suppressing when she wears tight synthetic skirts that stagnate the flowing dance of her womb energy? And how does her body feel when she moves within the joyous sensuality of freedom and grace? What is she hiding when she wears false nails, when she displays a false face, when she creates a false mask that prevents her from being real? What is she denying when she paves her garden with concrete, who is she shutting out when she surrounds her house with a high brick wall? Who is she pleasing when she strives for achievement, for recognition, for success, for anything at all that will give her a false sense of identity for a while?

Does she ever long to dance barefoot and naked on the beach beneath the full moon? Does she ever crave the sensation of the ocean’s salt spray upon her face? Does she ever yearn to make love as if there is no tomorrow, as if there is only now, as if there is no “as if”? Does she ever long to live without “mustn’ts”, without “shouldn'ts”, without “shoulds”, without duty? Does she ever wish for the enigma, the mystical, the mystery, the mystique? Does she ever long to truly see the stars? What is she looking for, who is she trying to please, who is she being, where is she looking when she is not looking within, when she is not diving into the profundity of her inner mystery, when she is not relishing and delighting in being the timeless essence of her inner mystery, when she is not simply being?

She is looking for that which is here right now, beneath the layers of frustration, of untruth, of resistance, of closed heartedness, of past, she is looking for her mystery, this exquisite feminine mystery that cannot be searched for, that cannot be lost, that cannot be found, she is looking for that which has never been lost, for this divine mystery of the sacred feminine that is right here, right now.

Copyright ~ Roslyne Sophia Breillat ©
Not to be reproduced without author’s permission
Sophia is a wise woman who lives, writes, and paints from the heart. Her prolific articles and paintings embrace the wisdom and grace of the female essence and the beauty of the earth and her website is an abundant offering of female wisdom that nurtures and inspires.

She is the author of the book, WOMB OF WISDOM, THE SACRED JOURNEY OF MENOPAUSE and she is acknowledged as a powerful and courageous writer whose creative work features throughout many international websites and magazines. She is available for wildheartwisdom mentoring and counselling consultations via telephone or skype.

EMAIL: sophia@wildheartwisdom.com           WEBSITE: www.wildheartwisdom.com



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