If we are the oracles, then it's time we offer a Living Map

If we are the oracles, then it's time we offered a living map.

This message does not bypass pain.

It does not ignore the history that lives in women’s bodies.

I carry lived experience of deep wounding at the hands of the masculine.

I know what it is to grow up inside that fracture.

To feel the ache, the silence, the confusion of what was done.

But I also know this: Shame is not healing.

Blame is not leadership. And disempowering men is not the way we rise.

There’s a growing pattern in some feminine spaces, where power is spoken through the voice of pain, and the masculine is cast as less. Where messages of empowerment subtly erase the sacred role of men. Where the feminine crowns herself, not in love, but in defence.

This is not what union asks of us.

A woman who has come home to herself; who holds both flow and structure within, does not diminish the masculine. She remembers him. She honours him. She calls him forward with clarity, without contempt.

This is about choosing a different future.

One where reverence leads.

Where truth is rooted in wholeness.

Where love, real, embodied love, is what we build from.

Is this moving in you too?