Men like to control, which is why the patriarchal way of measuring time came into play. The Divine Feminine became Father Time and God because men simply could not accept that all this shit was created by a feminine essence. Yeah. We are about to travel deeply into the rabbit hole, folks.
Yesterday, while futzing about my apartment doing some mundane task, I found myself singing Bette Midler’s Wind Beneath My Wings because it was playing in my head. When suddenly, it donned on me WHY I was hearing that song.
The event I am about to share is not current.
This story is about an experience that happened several years ago that still gives me the shivers.
The last time I looked upon your face, it was on this day… 24 years ago at 11:20pm. You were taking the last of the breaths your lungs would ever hold.
I believe the healing process begins when a person is truly ready to revisit, relive, and forgive anything that they have been unwilling to release.
I remember a time when I believed that being religious was the same as being spiritual.