The Mystery of the Feminine Essence
© Roslyne Sophia Breillat
mentor at the Wise Woman University
The increasing momentum of western civilisation is fuelled by an addiction to the forceful and incessant demands of time. And this addiction treats life as if it is a race to be won whilst the world simultaneously runs an illusory race against time. Continually checking the time on computers and clocks and mobile phones, masses of people become frantically stressed and emotionally pressured through rushing from one place to the next as if time is the most important thing in the world.
This strangely addictive phenomenon of time has become a prominent deity, an unheroic god whose demands are adhered to and worshipped and obeyed as if sticking to its rigid constructs will bestow many gifts and pleasures and all the joys of life. “Tell me the time,” “What is the time?”, “I haven’t got time!”, “Are we on time?”, “I’m racing against time!”, “There isn’t enough time!”, “I’ve run out of time!” are commonly spoken phrases that erupt and pour forth from the fast moving energy of this perpetual addiction.
The frequently asked question, “What is the time?” creates an unnatural structure that temporarily satisfies the curiosity of the mind’s incessant need to know everything. And yet this linear structure of time has nothing whatsoever to do with the body’s innate ability to intuitively and spontaneously and instinctively flow from one moment to the next within the wise intelligence of its own flowing rhythm.
The wise spirit of Mother Earth has no time. For Mother earth is not of time. The deep wellspring of her beneficent spirit is beyond all time. She is the timeless void that births all of life. She is the bountiful womb of creation that emanates a timeless and immortal presence. Her vast intelligence and infinite wisdom arise naturally from the deep cavern of her womb of life. Her flowers blossom from this timeless void, her seeds sprout from this timeless void, her sun sets from this timeless void, her moon rises from this timeless void, her rivers flow from this timeless void. For she is the timeless void of creation.
Her trees and her plants and her birds and animals and her humankind grow out of the timelessness of this miraculous and wondrous place that has no beginning and that has no end. And when their physical bodies, their physical shapes and their physical forms fade and die and exist no more, their essence is forever at one with the immortality of her timelessness.
This extremely addictive linear structure of time is alien to the natural cyclic flow of the feminine essence. For every woman, whether she is aware of this or not, embodies the timeless presence of Mother Earth. She struggles and she pushes and she forces and she achieves. And she pursues an existence in an illusory world that is addicted to time. When she tries to fit follow this god of time, she works long hours when her body needs to lie down and rest. She rushes here, there and everywhere when her body needs to slow down, to be in one place, to be still.
She stays up late when her body needs to sleep. She starves her body and her spirit according to media pressure and to the ignorant dictates of fashion. And she denies the natural need of her body and spirit to be sumptuously fed and nourished withplenty of the abundant nutrients of the earth.
She crams her life with dangerously addictive and emotionally reactive relationships that temporarily fill her body with the exciting entertainment and momentary gratification of sex.
And yet she longs to be reached within the infinite depth, sensual fulfilment and pure timelessness of intimate sexual loving. She makes love with men who do not really love her because she is lonely and because she is afraid. And she forgets she is the goddess of love.
She is afraid of letting go, of living and loving and being in this timeless place of her feminine essence. She frantically seeks highs and lows and everything in between, instead of resting contentedly in the sweet and receptive stillness of her female depths. And this strange illusion of time causes her to rage, to weep, to despair, because she is not being true to the timeless wisdom of her female spirit.
Like her benevolent Mother Earth, this timeless wisdom of the feminine essence is eternally ancient, eternally infinite, eternally immortal. But woman has forgotten. She has forgotten her true place upon this earth. She has forgotten her true place as love. She has forsaken this profound wisdom of her timelessness in favour of a world that does not respect or honour or acknowledge the timeless essence of the feminine spirit. She is tossing and turning. She is stirring in her sleep. She is preparing to awaken from this ignorant sleep of forgetfulness. She is preparing to awaken from this strange dream, from this strange nightmare that keeps her enmeshed within the unreal constraints of time.
And as long as she is addicted to this peculiar illusion of time, she will continue to doubt herself, she will continue to distrust the timeless ebbing and flowing of her natural cyclic rhythms, she will never know who she really is. Instead of trusting her body’s natural ability to awake with the rising sun and to rejoice with the chorus of melodious birdsong that heralds each new day, she remains enmeshed in time. How she longs to slowly and sweetly and sensuously embrace the gentle dawning of daylight from her feminine place of dreaming, from the timelessness of her feminine psyche, from her delicious feminine womb of timelessness.
Andinstead, she relies upon this masculine god of time time, upon the jarring call of radios and alarm clocks to shock her from peaceful slumber. She then rushes from one meal to another, from one task to another, from one appointment to another, from one timetable to another. And she creates more and more stress and more and more time in her beautiful body through suppressing her natural timeless rhythm and her innate ability to flow from one moment to the next within a universal dance of openhearted movement and spontaneity.
She, woman, lunar goddess of the night and of all things mysterious, when in her right and natural place upon this earth, embodies the timeless feminine spirit of the womb. And she, woman, through forsaking the wise and wondrous and feminine ways of the earth for the structured masculine ways of the world, has filled her womb with myriad concentric layers of time. This world has the clever but unintelligent ability to manipulate the natural rhythm of her menstrual cycle. And in its cleverness it can seduce her wise and ancient rhythm into aligning with society’s demands to fit with convenient time schedules that suppress the natural wisdom of her womb.
This world of time, at any given moment, has the power to offer a pregnant woman an unnecessary caesarian or an unnecessary induction that will instantly and painfully and graphically suppress the wise and intelligent flow of her body’s natural birthing wisdom.
And this world of time can cleverly disturb and suppress the profound timelessness of her natural menopausal rhythm. For this world of time does not know how to honour the spiralling cycles of her timeless essence.
She is a mystery. She is the mystery of life. She is the mystery of love. She is wholly love. And she is the holiness of timeless love. The wise ways of her female body do not need to be repressed beneath layers of time. For these wise ways of her female body are attuned with the natural flow of life and the natural cycles of Mother Earth. The masculine world thinks it knows more about her body and her psyche than she does. And now she is preparing to dive deeper, to enter her timeless feminine depths and to implicitly trust in her inherent wisdom as never before.
This masculine world teaches her to strive onwards, to push forwards, to crave more time, instead of allowing and creating a welcoming space for her to accept, to surrender, to yield to the wise and loving power of her feminine essence. Enmeshed in the world of doing, she has forgotten how to wait. She has forgotten how to be. She forces her mind to know instead of listening to the intimate calling of her timeless wisdom from within.
A woman’s body and psyche are attuned to an intrinsic flowing rhythm that moves, breathes and dances with Mother Earth’s ever changing cycles. Whenever this natural flow is disrupted or suppressed through stressful schedules, through misuse of masculine power, though pharmaceutical drugs or unnecessary medical intervention she lose faith in the instinctive power of her body’s intuitive wisdom.
Whenever she defers to misuse of masculine authority, to artificial ways of living, to others’ ideas of how she should live her life, she compromises her wisdom and she doubts her power and she denies her truth. She then loses all sense of emotional balance and enlivening spontaneity by following unnatural rules and systems and timetables instead of simply flowing within her timeless feminine rhythm and trusting its natural knowing.
A woman’s place is in the mystery of the timeless. This place of exquisite beauty nurtures her from within in myriad ways that are inexplicable to the rational mind. Whenever she aligns with the vastness of this formless place she knows real peace, fulfilment, confidence and joy. Whenever she softly surrenders to its life giving power, she is nurtured by the strength and purpose of true femaleness. Whenever she listens to the intuitive guidance that arises from this place she embraces the abundant bounty of her timeless power, authority and wisdom.
When she is at one with the inner space of her wise and gentle feminine nature she instinctively knows when, how, why and where to look at clocks, facts and figures whenever necessary without losing the infinite power of her timeless inner mystery. She simply opens. She simply surrenders. She simply trusts. She simply allows, without hesitation, without thought, without discord, without doubt, without worry, without stress. She simply knows. And there is no need for a reason, an explanation, a translation or a description of her timeless knowing. It simply is.
Copyright ~ Roslyne Sophia Breillat ©
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DAWNING OF WISDOM
~ Beginning the Journey of Menopause
Are you ready to awaken more deeply to your female power and intuitive wisdom through fully embracing the profound transformation of menopause? This course offers gentle encouragement and loving wisdom for the woman who is beginning or approaching her menopausal journey.
Through welcoming the first signs of inner change that stir her wise whisperings we will explore how to consciously embrace the sacred mystery of this natural transformation. And through honouring the grace and strength of the menopausal woman we will celebrate her awakening power.
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This course provides a sacred and nurturing space where woman can learn to surrender more deeply to the natural receptivity of the female psyche. Throughout this series of lessons she will learn to trust the innate flow of her intuitive nature and to listen more intimately to the wellspring of her inner source. And we will explore together how to live more fully as the embodiment of the feminine essence within the structures of a masculine civilisation.
This course is a series of lessons that honour the fluid nature of the female psyche. Woman has forgotten who she is and the world has forgotten who she is. Her female truth has become clouded and polluted like her beloved Mother Earth. She has imbibed so much maleness that she has lost confidence in the sweet mystery of her receptive nature. She has become angry, forceful and self-doubtful because she is not seen, heard or loved as the creative power of the feminine spirit. It is time for her to stop sleeping. It is time for her to awaken from the dream of unreality that diminishes her true power. It is time for her to become who she really is, in the deep, in her mystery, in her sacredness.
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About the Mentor:
Sophia (Roslyne Sophia Breillat) is a woman who lives, writes and paints from the heart. The inner richness and profound healing of her life experiences are inspiration for her flowing creativity. Her articles and art embrace the beauty, power and sensuality of the feminine essence and celebrate the natural flow of woman’s transformational cycles. Her website offers a sacred space for woman to dive into the deep, to open to her true nature, to be who she really is.
Sophia’s training and experience includes primal therapist, intuitive massage, reconnective healing, writing, art, illustration, design, astrological counselling, instructional skills, training program design and teaching within the Aboriginal community. She has also facilitated many creative workshops and courses.
Sophia’s writing and art is featured extensively on international websites and her articles and illustrations have been published in many national and international magazines. She is acknowledged as a sensitive and honest writer with deep perceptions and penetrative insight. She is currently creating a series of books that honour the power and wisdom of the feminine spirit.
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