07/02/2023
Hello, it’s Ra here, finally on Facebook!
I thought I’d start by telling you a little bit about myself. I first got onto this journey when I was searching for a community of women for support. I had been through many violations, and everyone in my present life felt like they didn’t know how to show up for me. The deep yearning feeling of aloneness ached, as I had to sit there alone, in the dark, with my pain.
No one to witness me.
No one to hold me.
No one to support me.
The pain was so intense that I didn’t want to keep going if I had to do it alone. And then came my first red tent circle.
At the time I had no idea what one was, or why the hell I was going, but something in my bones started pulling me, like an invisible magnet to the space. When I arrived I was still unsure about why I was there or what this thing even was.
I was then welcomed into the space by an extremely warm smile and tender arms. Something I haven't felt since my mother held me as a child.
For the first time in years, I exhaled. I could finally breathe again. I could feel the heartbeat in my body - the beat that I was previously running from.
I felt naked, I felt raw - but that was okay. I finally found a place where it was okay to be soft. Where vulnerability wasn’t a weakness but a strength. I felt tingles deep in my belly. My belly that, for the first time, I could stop clenching.
I wept.
And I wept.
And I wept.
And whilst I was weeping, there was the warmest, most tender gaze weeping back at me - the hearts of the women sitting there just to be present for my pain. No where else to be. Nothing to say. Just presence. And for the first time in my chaotic and traumatic life, I felt safe.
It was as if nothing else existed in that moment, as if everything outside that red velvety room faded away. And all that remained was love.
Simple,
Innocent,
Womanly love.
After that day, my anatomy started feeling different. I could finally feel like a human body, with a beating heart, with an intuitive womb, with a tender belly. And I knew - I didn’t know how, and I didn’t know why - that this was what I was supposed to do.
I was willing to search all over the world to find out how to do that for other women. And as it goes, I sit here two years later, a qualified Red Tent facilitator, a young Tantrika in the making, and as in my power as I have ever been.
It’s been painful. It’s been fu***ng tough at moments. There was a lot of stones in my path holding me back from being a pure instrument of love. It took dedication. But dedicated I was and dedicated I am. Because I believe the Revolution will be one of love. No more war. I have never felt more dedicated to anything ever, than to carrying out that mission.
I believe that when women can feel safe enough they unfurl into the intricate and phenomenal beings of art that they are in their essence. Not who they were told to be by the world around them, but who they are in their core - that untameable, wild and ferocious core.
I believe that when that happens, when women start to walk through life following their deepest yearnings, intuition and desires, balance will slowly begin to return to our planet.
We are the Women, the Keepers of the Ancient way, each and every one of us. Gone are the days of hierarchy. Gone are the days of walking this earth alone.
Join us exactly as you are.
Every single woman on this planet is welcome.
