Walk Off

Women, it is time to leave the battlefield.

It is for you to be sanctuary.

Not opponent. Not medic. Not protector. Not kin to the protectors, nor kin to the threat.

It is for you to walk off the battlefield entirely, behind the backs of our protectors.

It is for you to trust them to manage the threat.

It is for you to cultivate something worth protecting under that cover.

And yes, it will mean sharing it with the men, when they align to sanctuary. I know this is the largest part of your resistance to being the sanctuary.

You know so many who are undeserving.

I am not asking you to serve them.

I am asking you to drop the evaluation of them altogether.

I am saying now is the time to serve yourself.

Serve yourself the softest way of being. Serve yourself the things you love and adore. Serve yourself the beingness of the temple, claim the reverence and worship all around for your divine enormity.

It is FOR YOU to be sanctuary.

This is information, not an instruction. You deserve this beingness.

Your presence on the battlefield is muddying things.

Your disrespect of your protectors is weakening them.

You are explaining yourself to men who need to keep their attention on other things right now.

You are attempting to serve and soften to the ones who are at war with the feminine.

You are asking for frivolities from a man who is at war, and then you get in the way of his protection by insisting on meeting the threats yourself.

If you get under cover, you use the opportunity to stab the protectors in the back. You look over their shoulders and evaluate the threats, criticize their use of force, imagine a rosy way it might have gone if they hadn't been so VIOLENT.

Meanwhile, for all we REALLY know, he's preserved your ability to imagine anything at all.

I'm not saying some of the protectors are not threats in themselves, nor that their acts of protection are reasonable.

I am saying they are not my business as the feminine.

It is for me to be sanctuary.

I cultivate sanctuary under cover.

The Accounting is inevitable, after the war.

But for now, I create love under that cover.

I am and I expand the precious thing which is worth protecting.

I am and I cultivate the beingness of the home that will receive them, the love that will alchemize them in receiving them, creating The Accounting, truing it all up in the end.

I become the temple which will hold the grief ceremony, the only appropriate reception for victors of war.

Threats are not my business; threats are not in my realm whatsoever.

You don't change the temple.

The temple changes you.