There Is No Queen, Without Mother
Nov 15, 2024
Years ago, many women, myself included, journeyed through a phase when we were infatuated with being self-anointed queens.
When it comes to the Queen:
- We want her beauty and wit.
- We want her royalty and regality.
- We want her fairytale like romance of being courted by, and married to a King.
- We want her embodied power, confidence, and success in ruling the kingdom.
Much of the fixation with being the queen, actually came from wounding embedded in our collective feminine pain body.
- Wounding with our own woman.
- And wounding from our mothers and the women in our maternal lineage.
So we externalized our yearning and need to be cradled by Mother, in erecting an inflated, one-dimensional power queen archetype (who often times castrates the King), in an attempt to soothe our little girl wounds.
A Queen, by default, is a woman who has embodied her Maternal Vibration.
Whether she’s produced an heir to the throne, she is the Mother to her people, her kingdom, and the legacy and vision of her King - gestated, woven, and birthed through her ripened feminine pathways.
Our erotic and pleasure pathways as Lover, are simultaneously creational and fertile pathways as Mother:
Yoni
Cervix
Womb
Ovaries
Heart
It is the Mother whose breasts grow tender and heart softened, after conception.
The Mother who alchemizes his seed of light, into matter.
The Mother who nourishes life for as long as it takes, within her swelling belly and womb.
The Mother whose heartbeat is called down, when the heartbeat of her baby begins to echo within her.
The Mother whose cervix dilates as her heart opens, so she is crowned, with each birth.
The Mother who feeds the young, with the pearly milk from her bosom.
The Mother who provides the physical, emotional, and spiritual sustenance, to those she cares for.
The Mother who knows sacrifice.
When a woman begins to descend into her womb, she usually encounters layers of the collective Mother Wound.
Much of it is ancestral.
From her mother. And grandmother. And great grandmother. And great great grandmother.
All the way to the first woman in her maternal lineage.
The Mother Wound within our cellular memory, severs us from the very nature of our fertile womanhood, and the hunger of our own little girl - needing to be held and mothered by our maternal resonance.
The initiations on the spiraling path of feminine awakening, are meant to vulnerably strip away the illusions and delusions of a woman’s egoic preferences and projections, until she remembers and returns to the rawness and wholeness of her feminine-ness:
Maiden. Lover. Mother. Wise Woman.
At all times, we are all of these.
And, it is the Mother who births and weaves her birthed-matter into the multidimensional fabric of reality, in co-creation with HIM, through her womb, and womb consciousness.
To be a Queen, is to first meet and repair the ancestral and collective Mother Wound within our very cells and blueprint.
To honor, cradle, and claim our inner maiden.
And to evoke our maternal resonance that is part of our feminine nature and creational ripeness.
While healing our God/Father wound initiates a woman into the daughter-lover who can hold herself through the often-times exquisitely excruciating light consciousness penetration into her through HIM.
In the cradling of our own maternal resonance, our maiden - the little girl-woman in us, gets to *whole* so she conceives upon receiving HIS light, and alchemizes, multiplies, and births it into matter.
Mother.
Queen.
And the one who is crowned through her own ring of fire.
