Female Energy

Society is weird. Especially with women. It constantly creates unreal expectations. From men too, of course, but they have the easier end of the stick.

Female energy is something that has been vilified, demonized and rejected. When it is actually a part of all of us.

Society expects from us paradoxal things that no soul can really fulfill. Only those willing to lose themselves can... But what about happiness? Your true happiness? Where is it now? Ran away while we tried to please others.

We are distracted by strange ideas implanted in our brains.

Where is real love and purity? Euphoria even? Or even the gentle wave of bliss?

Where is truth and simplicity? Where is the natural flow of the universe?

We're out here living in false perfection when all we actually need is already given to us. Nature and the ability to love and create. The rest should not really matter.

Women—and men—if it applies to you and society is pressuring you to be other than you true self, why give them yourself? Your time? Your freedom? Your vessel? Your respect? Your beauty? Your love? Your soul? Why give them anything they will surely ruin? Why not do what you truly feel like doing? Do what is good for your soul. Not what people want from you.

Is money or fame worth the feeling you get when you do those things? Things you don't want to do...If your soul is eternal, why would material things matter? Why grasp to something temporary? Why not focus on learning more, encoding our own knowledge into ourselves.

Transformed things hold no purity to me, they hold no truth.

Only nature is real. And so the energy it makes.

Souls are only good and worth anything to me if they're listened to. Taken care of. Filled with light and pleasure. Not with insecurities and nothingness.

That being said, women, I want you to understand something.

Despite what they say of you, I can never hate you. Never.

I could never hate my own vessel. It brings me soulfulness, life and pleasures in ways another vessel couldn't. The obstacles are enormous for us in this society but overcoming them feels surreal and empowering.

I can do what both women and men do and yet men are scared to do the same. And that's the difference between us...They're scared of being judged and we've already been judged every second.

Everything we do doesn't seem enough and our divinity has been forgotten, rejected even. Hidden.

I'm quite frankly over it.

Everyone judges us anyway. I've endured sexism, racism and agism...And still I'm not afraid of anything. Not of the figure flaunting his privilege, not of any man falsely stating their superiority, not of any woman who submits to them.

I couldn't care less.

I'm unafraid of what they are, of what they represent. Unafraid of thoughts, words or actions.

And so, nothing can overpower my path.

I feel only pity for them. Because there's a sickness in their souls, poisoned by their conditioned minds. They're the ones whom are afraid. Of our power, our love, of the feelings we might stirr in them if they accept our humanity. Scared of what they might see in us that will remind them of themselves. Scared of the way they might feel if they lose their edge, their mountain to sit on.

But see, the figure doesn't impress me.

Because he is no king to me.

I'm barely attentive. Shockingly unimpressed.

I've been in my life far more impressed by women than by men. Some men are great, they have beautiful souls and I feel blessed for knowing them. But nothing has ever proven soulful male superiority, especially those with unkind hearts and twisted minds. Nothing.

I've seen magic in both genders.

But ego clouds the enchanting.

It is the superiority complex killing its own beauty.

Care for yourself.

Be one with your energy.

Peace.

- kronyka