Some call it girl power, women’s liberation, the sexual revolution. Some call it feminism or women standing in their power.
I call it the rise of the divine feminine.
The divine feminine is more than a movement, deeper than an idea, broader than the actions of individuals or even the collective.
The divine feminine refuses to be labeled or boxed, neatly categorised or understood simplistically as ‘this, but not that’.
The divine feminine blows duality right out of the water.
She is the woman choosing to veil herself as a personal/political statement; You will not have the pleasure of looking onto at my face whilst you continue to treat your own women as bodies existing purely for the sexual gratification of men.
She looks like the woman unveiling herself and saying; I am here, you must face me, you must deal with me, you can no longer pretend that I barely exist. I will be the roadblock in your path.
She looks like Australia’s first female Prime Minister declaring to the Leader of the Opposition; No more. Attack my politics, attack my policies, but never again will you bully me into remaining silent whilst you sprout your misogynistic words.
The rise of the divine feminine looks like thirty thousand people conducting an impromptu march in support of a woman violently raped and murdered en route home. A march not focused on angry protest but on compassion and love for the deceased and for our collective humanity. I won’t close with fear. I’ll open up with love.
She is the creation of a voice for the daughter who is abandoned simply because she is a girl. She’s the creation of a voice for the sex slaves of the world; young girls.
She is the force that brings this statistic to global consciousness; more girls have been killed in the last fifty years, precisely because they were girls, than men were killed in all the battles of the twentieth century. More girls are killed in this routine ‘gendercide’ in any one decade than people were slaughtered in all the genocides of the twentieth century. (p. xviii Half the Sky, Nicholas D. Kristof & Sheryl Wudunn)
The rise of the divine feminine looks like women knocking on the door of the secret, sacred tradition of yoga and being denied for years until finally a man said; Yes, I will let you into the room. She looks like that same woman making her way from the back of the room to the front and then finally coming into her own as the defining presence in yoga today.
The rise of the divine feminine looks like women walking away from companies which treat them as one dimensional automatons, there to serve a singular purpose – the needs of the organisation – above all else.
The rise of the divine feminine looks like women in Australia currently starting small businesses at twice the rate of men as they explore new ways to juggle the personal and the professional, forging their own path and engaging with the world of commerce on their own terms.
The rise of the divine feminine looks like Germain Greer saying; Women who fight for equality just aren’t trying hard enough. What I want is women’s liberation; a woman truly liberated from the bondage of society. Now what would that look like? I can’t wait to see!
The rise of the divine feminine looks like women meeting in sacred circles as they have since the beginning of time. Supporting, connecting and unveiling their own, unique expression of her.
The time of the divine feminine is upon us. We each have a role to play in her realisation.
How will you contribute? How will you bare witness?