The Immaculate Conception
As the redness of his lips touched my cheek, I felt my spirit attempt to leave my body, placing goosebumps upon me as though I had been pinned pricked a thousand times. A rush of energy surged through my inner self, I was powerless, weakened, and aware of my flesh on flesh dilemma. Cheek to cheek I moaned as the vigour became intense, coercing my mind to shut down from the external world that existed within me. As I became pure consciousness I realised my journey ahead, I was to become a pregnant, lonely female.
I was proficient at growing a human, I was the matrix among the complexity of life. A long time ago man took that entitlement from me and left me feeling worthless and feeble, worthless and feeble for a very long time. Too long and now it is my turn again to acknowledge his ignorance, his ignorance of the female form, her beauty and radiance, her lasciviousness and multiplicity. It is her multiplicity that threatens the male, as she is able to operate on different levels, energetically. She can be an object of desire to both the male and female form, publicly and privately. She can give life, to both the male and female form, creating souls to roam this earth. She has the ability to nurture the soul to fruition. Meanwhile the male is capitalising on the resources he exploits, driven by his ego to greed and accumulation, while we remained poor, yes we remained poor. In reality it had not been man who took my entitlement, it had been religion. I know little about about the bible but I do know that it suggests that God created man in his own form. If this is the correct interpretation, God was a man, a human, a human who created all that I see around me. It was not a female who created life, it was, at this point, that the female form was dismissed, the existence of the womb turned to dust. The birth of the labia and the clitoris as objects to a now predominately male controlled, twisted, contorted world.
She had left her comfort zone.
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