Poem, "Balance: The resurrection of the divine feminine"

BALANCE: The resurrection of the divine feminine

Queen Jahneen

There is a mass of plastic and garbage floating in the ocean the size of Texas!

I repeat:

There is a mass of plastic and garbage floating in the ocean the size of Texas!

…and it started before the invention of plastic…

It started with a superiority complex

That gave rise to the transatlantic slave trade,

The slaughter of the indigenous and the subjugation of women

The healers, medicine men and priestesses

All forced to give up their natural ways through violence

Mandated to put down their souls and pick up foreign practices

Robotic, manufactured, disconnected…

Children of nature were required to disown themselves…

Tricked into hell with a minimally furnished jail cell

With bread, water and a King James version of the Bible.

Unable to defend the land, watching its value drop and drop

As unworthy criminals hog and squat, scheme and plot

For the pleasure of their sins to be made readily available to them

Without the nuisance of consequence

For lusts endless thrusts to be appeased again and again… add infinitum

For gluttony envy and greed to lead, for the bottomless pits to feed

Mortals, whose time lasts but a minute, demanding the treatment of the Infinite:

“I can make the servants of God and Earth serve me.”

Redirecting energy to inflate the illusion of superiority.

Creating a society living under prescribed delusion and fantasy

White picket fences and daises, white teeth and lilies

Grinning at the fallacy of white and male supremacy

That would force all to smile, nod and agree

Under the threat of being punished severely.

“We are the greatest…” As oil wastes in the sea.

“We are superior…” As the air is now polluted and dusty.

“We are the natural leaders…” As species after species leave…

Wondering… what happened to the natural caretakers?

The rain makers? The dancers and the drummers?

Forced to reject Mother Earth

Called Sinners and Heathens for honoring the divine feminine.

For acknowledging the essence of intuition.

Isolation! Execution! Crucifixion!

But hold on, for the coming resurrection!

Remember, there is mass of plastic and garbage floating in the ocean the size of Texas

That didn’t start with the invention of plastic.

It started with the invention of hatred

And chasing the non-existent, ever-illusive lust for power and conquest

Fueled by anything that suggests one type of human being above another type is fallacy

Therefore, dehumanizing and therefore, lying!

Supported by forcing creative beings to disown their true identities

The internal broken family of humanity.

Mother Nature has been neglected for competition and one-upsmanship

More important than a flower, a sunset or a rainforest

Or the true security that comes from the reality of similarities

Worthy of two-way respecting rather than one-way worshiping

It took hundreds of years of unnecessary destruction

Industrial commercialization of a “civilized” nation

For the consequences to come knocking

Asking for payment of the hatred/heat bill that kept rising

Unchecked by the cooling of feminine energy

But hold on, a change IS coming

The resurrection of the divine feminine to save all of humanity

And heal the internal broken family of inner male, female and offspring…

To balance our inner masculine we need to plan, act, give and speak

To balance our inner feminine we need to identify feelings, meditate listen and receive

To balance our children we need to play, visualize and express our creativity

Balance our inner frequencies

So that

Self-knowledge outshines the clouds of self-doubt

Self-love drowns out self-hatred

And self-creation transforms self-destruction

Because the truth for humanity is that difference is still equality.

I am that I am infinite expressions of diversity.

Loyalty to truth maintains flow, balance and equilibrium

For our different individual mathematical equations are all equal to ONE.