Denying The Divine Feminine
Yes, ‘a dance to behold’. Most likely a slow waltz with Hillary Clinton ringing in the divine feminine. People seem to find it difficult to perceive Mrs Clinton as feminine. She is among the hundreds of thousands of women of her age that had to climb a merciless ladder in competition with men. They had to let go of all detectable receptive feminine energy. Instead, they had to Give. Fix. Conquer. They showed the world their man skills, only. HRC is brilliant at this game. She rarely reveals anything but the masculine energy of her warrior Athena within. Like Margaret Thatcher and Golda Meir before her, Hillary had to be a tough guy.
The probs is no one really likes a tough guy. Especially when they are married to Bill Clinton. We know better. I know we know better. Right?
All the fuss and outrage over Hillary Clinton has little to do with her good old boy networking skills. Her veracity. Her pants suits. Or her ability to stand and deliver. It sure as heck has nothing whatever to do with her e-mail server.
The outrage over Hills is over the fact that she is a woman. It is the reason beyond reason. Much like the way racial prejudice has come to the fore because of Barack Obama. America’s disregard and disrespect for women has been stirred up from the bottom of the putrid muddy swamp over Hillary Clinton. Our perversely patriarchal society cannot even begin to deal with a woman running the show.
I personally don’t know why this is such a problem. It is obvious to the observant that men have been the ruling class for centuries and have done a terrible job of it. You would think that if you thought at all the logical thought would be to “give the little woman a chance”. Right?
What have we got to lose that men haven’t already scattered to the wind with bravado ages ago?
Look, whether you like it or not. It is time to embrace the feminine. Embrace it before it is too late for us to ever come into harmony as a nation again.
You don’t have to like Mrs C.
You don’t have to be a card carrying Democrat.
You don’t have to hate The Donald. Although, Elvis in Heaven knows that he has not one likeable bone in his puffy old white man’s body. If you don’t believe me? Ask one of his ex-wives.
What you must be is sensitive to what is needed.
And what is needed is an entire century of women as the ruling class to correct the madness and damage done. The only way this will be possible is to begin with a woman that has spent a lifetime denying her femininity. Why do you think Hillary has so much trouble with Bad Boy Bill? Bill likes sissy girls. But he loves his Hillary because he knows what’s good for him. He’s a cad not a fool.
Ladies, I know you understand this.
Hillary is your sister. It’s our job as women to have her back. This is not the proper time to be a mean girl. Politics be hanged. She is one of us. We need to protect her.
Fella’s. I do not want to hear another disrespectful word about Hillary Clinton. Didn’t your Mama’s raise you right? Hillary Rodham Clinton is a woman and like all women she is worthy and deserving of your respect. That’s enough now. You wouldn’t say such awful things about anyone else’s grandma, now would you? So, knock it off. I still love all of ya’s but knock it the frick off! Don’t make me come over there now.
America. Here’s the thing.
It’s time to relax and let Mama take care of ya. Cause you all know that’s what you really want anyway.
Surrender to the Divine Feminine.
You don’t have to like it. You don’t have to like HER.
You just have to do it.
Sending Love, Light and Oceans of Bliss.