Third Chakra is a Ragin'!

Oh, dear sweet personal power, how I so adore you. As a woman who values personal sovereignty, one might imagine the precept wrought awry by, say, a power play from those in my inner circle.

I see that I have much avoided the men in my family over these last years, this Pluto transit, and have worked diligently on healing the inner feminine; the Mother, the Prostitute, the Daughter, the Sister. All things divine feminine, the emerged inner Empress, have been under the microscope, sorted through, and re-arranged. Beautiful, so very breathtakingly beautiful are the fruits of this process. A powerful woman has emerged, one who trusts her intuition, spirituality, and Higher Self above all others. All the rules have changed, and the other players "aint exactly feelin' it".

Alas, the masculine energies in my life as of late have been somewhat neglected, and now I see why. With all this re-arranged power and coalesced beauty, the men in my life, namely my father and brother, among other close family members, have not yet met with this new woman intimately, nor have they challenged her until recently. Transformation, for all its many gifts, can be a bit of a confusing phenomenon to accept and understand, as I am finding now. In their world remains an ongoing battle for ownership, leadership, power over the 'princess' who no longer chooses to partake. Can you imagine the psychic discord arising my friends?

Suddenly, the well-meaning men in my life that once prided themselves on protecting and guiding me, are without a significant job title, and they are in panic. The inner Knower could care less, for I am not interested in being the source of anyone else's self-esteem. The inner Human, however, is caught in languid purgatory over how to respond. Leave them all behind? Too cold. Battle them all till sovereignty is recognized? Too hot. Sit and listen quietly as the Wise Audience? Too arrogantly false. I feel over this, strongly, so to feign a stiff upper lip is not at all aligned with my values of being present for the emotional messages from my Spirit. But how to proceed in the dance... this is the question that begs my attention today.

These men I love so dearly must, indeed, relearn to relate to me, to respond to me, to honor me. And how can this happen when it was not their perceptions that have transformed but my own? Boundaries exist for good reason, and so I shall make use of them, though at the risk of some very terse conversations and, perhaps, voluntary absences.

Friends, fellow transformers, and conscious evolvers....

Any similar experiences to share that I might draw on for strength and wisdom over such things? I am willing to learn beyond the damsels perception of reality, and so the archetypal rebirth takes place. Like the physical birth canal, there is gore and pain in emergence, as in all things.

Take good care of your spirits!