THE DIVINE FEMININE’S MESSAGE TO THE PLANET

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“Stay home.”

That’s what the goddess said.

I sat in a lawn chair wrapped in a towel, shivering in the night air. Steam rose from my skin, freshly boiled from the hot tub.

I closed my eyes and could still see the stars above, bursts of light in the night sky, brighter than I’d ever seen them. The cities around me were dark, no ambient light to block the view.

I took a breath. The divine feminine, the goddess energy of the universe, she is kicking our ass, I thought.

Then I heard her. She whispered to me, in not a kind or loving voice, but rather harsh, “stay home.”

I could hear her voice, speaking to me, deep and resonant, as direct as an answered prayer. I felt her in my heart, my soul expanding out beyond my wet skin, beyond my damp towel, into the stars and back to the earth beneath my feet.

She was angry.

It’s time for all of you to go to your rooms,” she said. “Go home. Clean up. I have had enough. I’ll take it from here. Take some time, you obviously need it.”

“I will take it from here,” she whispered, her voice slicing through the night. “What you have done, it cannot continue. This is the answer to your prayers. I am the answer. I will clean up this gigantic mess that you have made and then, well, perhaps then we can get on with things.”

“Will we survive it?” I asked weakly, unsure of how she would respond.

“Things are going to be different from now on,” she said. “Life as you know it will never be the same.”

“Things are going to be different from now on,” she said. “Life as you know it will never be the same.”

“I am afraid sometimes,” I said.

“I have been trying to tell you this was coming. I have been encouraging you to step up to take over and for whatever reason, you pussied out.”

Did she really have to say ‘pussied’ out?

“Yes,” she said. “Have I not made myself clear? The patriarchy is collapsing. It is time for the feminine, the female, to balance out the earth. How could you not have gotten this message? Did you not see how things have been falling apart? The whole world, crumbling. You no longer have a strong man to lead you. There is no balance. Those who follow the old ways, they will fall. The rest of you, wake up. It is time to wake up.”

I sat straight up in my chair, wondering, was I making this all up in my head? I gazed down at my hand, bent my fingers, opened my hand. It felt real.

I felt a light touch on my palm. “I understand you are afraid. The feminine has been repressed, controlled, kept prisoner, a hostage. There has been too much masculine. Too much focus on achieving, on getting, on competing. It is destroying you.”

I thought about the world, my job, the men I knew, how we have come so far. But it was not far enough. She was right.

“What can I do? What should I do?” I sighed into the night, wondering if she could hear me as my voice vanished into the night air.

“Stay home,” she said. “Stay home and be with your families, take care of your own, clean your houses. Nurture. Love your people. Remember what’s important. When your own house is in order, and only then, reach out to others. Create a community, connection. Connect with each other. Know that your own value will come from exploring your own worth, who you are as a person and what you can bring to the community. Your value is in helping, not in collecting or procuring.”

Connect with each other. Know that your own value will come from exploring your own worth, who you are as a person and what you can bring to the community. Your value is in helping, not in collecting or procuring.”

I felt her looking down at me. “Instead of focusing on what you can get out of the world, what will you be bringing to the world? Things are changing, they will change. There will no longer be one giant resource pile that the whole world will fight for, stepping over each other to get to the motherlode at the top, leaving most of you at the bottom and only a few privileged to get to the treasure at the top. WE is the motherlode, not I. You will find your worth and your value as it relates to the whole now, not to you as your individual self, it will no longer be about your own needs, but your partners, your families, and your neighbor’s needs.”

“Those who cannot get this will not survive. I am ruthless. I will cut down whoever and however many I have to, because this is my planet, my child, and I will do anything to protect my children. I am not going to be kind. I am past kind.”

“You slept walk, all of you, ignoring reality, the choices you made, your giant experiment of ‘man’ kind, walking like zombies through your lives. I have watched and waited and planted seeds in each of you, encouraging you to wake up, find your potential, to grow into the people, the citizens, the lovers you are meant to be. But your relationship skills suck. You cannot relate to a world that you see only as a breast to be sucked dry and disposed of. It’s time now, time to grow up.”

“Now, step aside. I am going to clean up your mess, while you are going to take a break. Slow down. Stay inside. Stop distracting yourself from reality, what really matters. Re-member who you are. Meet your spouse in your own space and love them. Remember how to love. Learn to connect. Most of you will find this is very uncomfortable. Because you don’t know how to do it. The women will help. Some of the men. The children too. But most of you will have to learn all over again, learn how to love each other.”

“If you can’t learn to have a real, loving relationship at home you will never know how to love the world.”

“If you can’t learn to have a real, loving relationship at home you will never know how to love the world.”

The night air grew chilly and my skin tightened into goosebumps on my bare arms. I sat up and looked around, into the night.

“But what can I do?” I asked.

“Do nothing,” she said. “Wait and receive. Do nothing. Be home. Be safe, learn what safety means. Stop trying so hard. The thing you need to do right now is to not do anything. Stop trying to change what’s happening and breathe into it, relax and receive.”

“I have things to do,” I felt her leaving, the voice growing fainter, my connection to this divine feminine leaving me. “You may not know this but you volunteered for this position, you have been training for it your whole life. Much will be required of you and it will feel in many ways the opposite of all that you have learned. Trust me, for I am the divine goddess, the female in all things, kali, the empress, the virgin and the sacred whore, I am the mother and I am the creator and I am shiva, the destroyer. Know me in your heart and know you are part of the whole. We are all one.”

I stood up, shivered, and pulled the towel around me. I slowly found my way through the darkness back into the house. The night felt full and meaningful, stars blaring over my head and the peepers cheeping in the trees singing their song, oblivious to the virus that was changing all of our lives. I could hear the voice of the goddess in their song. I pulled open the back door and walked inside, letting the screen door slam behind me.

Go home, she had said, be home. Now is not the time for doing. Now is the time for rest. Let the earth rest. Find your peace.

“And then, we will begin again.”

Tammy Nelson, Ph.D. is a sex and relationship therapist, a TEDx speaker and the host of the podcast The Trouble with Sex. She is doing online therapy during these disruptive times and can be found at drtammynelson.com.

Tammy Nelson PhD is a Certified Sex and Couples Therapist, a TEDx speaker and host of The Trouble with Sex podcast. She is the author of The New Monogamy.

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