原生女人｜內在的老巫婆

如果妳想成為有力量強大的原生女人，請擁抱妳內在的老巫婆。

是的。
那個醜老太婆。那個老女人。那個女巫。那個巫婆。

這個醜老巫婆的原型也是一種女性面向，一種不怎麼與性欲相連結的面向。
女人通常會把自己打扮成女孩。看起來越年輕越好。將嘴唇塗成紅色，並讓臉頰變紅，就像已浸透濕潤成熟可以受孕了一樣。讓男人相信妳是正在排卵的女子。引起他們關注。讓他們渴望妳。去整容拉皮一下。吸氣縮小腹。讓睫毛又長又翹。

妳猜怎麼著？
老巫婆根本完全沒在鳥這些。
而這就是她的力量。

她擁抱自己的蜘蛛網般的皺紋和搖擺下垂的身體。
畢竟，這就是生命對女人身體的影響……最終就會如此！
這些會讓妳不舒服嗎？妳寧願遮起眼去無視嗎？
她的秘密可能讓妳崩潰。
她會讓妳變得狂野。
她可以向妳展示妳的力量。
一旦她開了金口，一切都完了。
他們告訴你她瘋了。
她很危險，因為她從被稱之為限制的牢房中越獄了。
如果不在意自己的外表是否好看，腹部有多平坦，要怎麼有性行為？

這個老巫婆不是一個慾望對象。
她可以自由地展現自己的欲望。
在這個讚頌女性成為慾望對象的世界裡。
社會告訴妳女人的身價會隨著誘惑能力水漲船高，
然而這老巫婆會以權力女性獨有的笑聲，對此放聲大笑。

她沒有迷人的少女青春或一個母親具生殖力的豐美汁液。
她不再流血。她不再懷上孩子。
她的性欲不再隨月亮盈虧而變化，不再隨著每一次的漲潮與退潮，造成能量的增長和乾枯。

她圓滿了。
她血液的入口已被封存。
她像喝酒那樣品飲花蜜。
她在夜色中沐浴。

她所謂的性愛是由多年的經驗和智慧高壓雕琢而成的鑽石。
作為一個女人，
她已經歷了所有的啟蒙階段。
當所有女性都在那沉重的社會規範中受洗浸泡著。
而她正將自己從這制約之網上拆解逃離。
她從所有故事中解放了自己的性。
她正在走向另一邊的世界。
她釋放了自己。

除了做母親或成為做愛對象，女人和她的性還剩下什麼？

我告訴你。
剩下那完全不去在乎的純粹力量。
剩下知道該如何跟當下時刻做愛的瘋狂智慧。
剩下漣漪般貫穿身體每個真實細胞的性愛。
剩下那因為進入了生命，會在每一次生命的細微耳語中感受到脈動的性愛。

如果妳想找到自己性本源力量的所在地。
如果妳想找到真正而深層的主權和天性。
去找到妳內在的老巫婆。

她狂野。她醜陋。她純真。她真實。

真正的啟蒙從這裡開始。

If you want to be a bad ass sexually empowered woman, embrace your inner hag.
Thats right.
The crone. The ancient old woman. The witch. The hag.
The crone archetype is an aspect of the feminine not exactly associated with sexuality.
Women groom themselves to be girls. The younger the better.
Paint those lips red and blush those cheeks like you are wet and ripe for impregnation.
Make them believe you are in perpetual ovulation.
Make them hard. Make them desire you
Get that face lift. Suck in that belly. Bat those lashes.
Guess what.
The crone doesn’t give a fuck.
And that is her power.
She embraces her spider lines and swinging, sagginesss.
After all, this is what life does to the body of a woman…eventually!
Does that make you uncomfortable? Would you rather not see?
Her secret threatens to corrupt you.
She can make you wild.
She can reveal to you your power.
Your volcanic senseless holy
Once she opens her mouth, the jig is up.
They tell you she is crazy.
Dangerous because she has broken out of that jail cell you call restrictions.
How would you have sex if you didn’t give a fuck about how pretty you look?
Or how flat your stomach is?
The crone is not an object of desire.
She is free to claim her own desire.
In a world that praises women for being objects of desire.
Where the more lust you can seduce the more value you possess, the crone is laughing with that cackle that only women of power have.
She does not possess the enchanting beauty of the maiden or the fertile reproductive juices of the mother.
She no longer bleeds. She no longer bares children.
Her sex no longer waxes and wanes with the moon, gaining and draining energy with each passing tide.
She is full.
The portal to her blood has been sealed.
She is drinking in the nectar. She is bathing in its luminous darkness.
Her sex is a diamond pressed and polished by years of experience and wisdom.
She has passed through all the phases of initiation as a woman.
That heavy web of social conditions all feminine creatures are baptized into.
She is unraveling herself from these webs.
She has liberated her sex from all their stories.
She is making it to the other side.
Freeing herself.
Without the ability to be a mother or a sex object, what is left of a woman and her sex?
I’ll tell you what.
Pure power that doesn’t give a fuck.
Crazy wisdom that knows how to make love to the moment.
Sex that ripples through every authentic cell of your body.
Sex that pulses with every tiny whisper of life knowing life.
If you want to find the seat of your sexual power.
Your real deep sovereign sexual nature.
Find the crone that lives in you.
Wild. Ugly. Innocent. Real.
The real initiation begins here.