Spiritual Women* Who Heal
Our Manifesto
Thus have I heard…
We are explorers. As such, we venture into territories that are fearsome, and contain many dangers. We live in a world where a spell was cast by some fathers of a church, dark warlocks all. They cast spells in a book, whose books within that book are written by other men.
What happens when you multiply men x men?
What happens when you add a few women to the product?
It’s fifth grade math.
They get on stage, which they call a pulpit. If you question their words, you are reminded, we once burned women like you, through inference, and arrogance, and deception, and money and promises of your liberation. They place a cross on the stage with another man hanging by his limbs, who also spoke up.
Little do they know.
Little do they know that your lesson was not the point of the curriculum they prepared. Your lesson learned was that you will set yourself free. You need them for a moment. The moment when wisdom is born. The cage door was there, and they kept pointing you in the wrong direction. So, you stumble, and you fall, you are pushed down, you are pushed down by the one who said they loved you, that said they loved you as much as God, and they were God’s Representative on Earth’s Representative. They even had a cool logo. You made it for them. You spoke to others. You looked outside of your culture. You talked to other women, and other men who seemed kinder and wiser than the spiritual people in the same cage you were in. You spoke to God.
You found out that God sees in a way you could not have imagined.
That imagining was not in the book written by the men x men. When you returned from this place, where God is, you knew more. You laugh at the warlocks. You feel compassion for their suffering, and wrath at their actions and the suffering they cause. Their spell is broken. You thought this spell, the cage, was made of metal, of cast iron, and you suppose in three dimensions it was, but you didn’t imagine you could melt it with your own heart, made of wisdom sparkles.
Discern anything from the outside.
Explore your own heart of wisdom, from the inside. Do it with your spiritual sisters and spiritual brothers for your summit bid. Prepare with love, the most you can muster, the night before. Get the last supper ready.
It’s an alpine start.
* Of course, by use of the word “women,” I am including men. Isn’t that what happens in this culture? When we write “women” we mean “men” too? I thought that is how it works. Apologies if I have that wrong. I learned it from the outside.