Primordial Sacred Wound of Womb-Keepers.

Feeling like the way I am designed to be for thriving life by evolution and God is a curse. Feeling like being myself is crazy. My naturalness, the problem that needs to be fixed. My innocence, an arrested development. When all of this was intended by design to serve my function in the fabric of Sapien society as creatrix, sacrament, nourishment, village builder, culture maker and medicine for ALL life especially men.

The symptom of this wound is not feeling free from within to say or do whatever we want to due to a psychic legacy of control, abuse and misunderstanding in interpersonal relationships especially romantic or family relationships.

Examples:

A small girl in cafe excitedly stands up and says she needs to go to the bathroom and the father looks at her sternly and shakes his head. She shuts down and sits quietly.

A woman is called fat and her chin is called ugly by her cousin during a conversation.

A woman is ordered to ‘make the bed’ by a friend while helping him while injured.

Our culture has a place like hooters which makes oogling at women’s breasts (by immature, uninitiated men) and talking about it okay (boys will be boys). Instead of seeing our mammary glands (We are called mammals!) as a source of nourishment for ALL of our kind, it is reduced to a sex play object. Rather than appreciating its life-giving essence, it is reduced to a broken man’s desire for cheap thrills.