Many have been here. Unwinding the layers. Unwrapping the binding tape that holds them close in to their souls. So close it’s impossible to see the enormity of what they are. We are. All of us.

I’ve been assisted past the trauma of emotional, verbal, & sexual abuse. Past rape.  Of not being seen. Of being born to a medicated mother, to being pulled out through the birth canal via forceps. So terrified at birth, angry that no one there trusted my strength that I moved my trust and my heart to the other side of the room. I’ve spent my whole life only barely connected to my heart that floated and watched patiently in the delivery room waiting for me to return and claim her pink, floating lusciousness.

The layers come off. I drop the energy. I open to more of what’s around me. The sparkling life force that can be breathed into each and every cell.

Oh, but the layers are many and thick. I have moved from the personal, deeply personal. Now I find myself struggling through a layer that encompasses the entire human race.

We are all victims when any one is discounted. We are all victims when one is made less. We are all victims when humanity and love and respect are removed.

My realization is that now I face the great amazing feat of recovering my perfection of humanity although I have been despised because of being female.

I know too that this has enormous ramifications for men. But I cannot speak for their experience.

What I know is that there is a tight wrapping around my sacrum that speaks of hating women. And it is so deep and so wide that I cannot think of a moment in my life that has not been informed or colored by this.

There is a love and resolution that will heal this. But, can you imagine how huge it must be.

Wow.