YOUR EMOTIONS + THE DIVINE FEMININE
the temple
Lately, I’ve been reflecting on a quiet truth: when we become witnesses to our more difficult bodily sensations and emotions, we transcend them. We step out of their grip, no longer swept away by life’s tidal force.
Have you ever realized that our subconscious is meant to be submissive to our conscious mind? (It’s encoded in the word: Sub-conscious!) Not in a harsh or domineering way, but in a tender, eager kind of submission. I’d argue that the subconscious craves the gentle guidance of a consciousness that’s exquisitely sensitive to its every whisper, every murmur, every hidden power move beneath the surface. The subconscious is like a sneaky child actually wanting the steady hand of an adult who truly listens and understands.
But when your attunement is absent—when the conscious mind becomes too controlling or indifferent to your needs—the subconscious, like a tired toddler at bedtime, throws a tantrum. It rages, it fights, it demands attention in the only way it knows how: by overwhelming us. (Cue symptoms! Anxiety! Car accidents! Mold!)
But here’s the secret. When we stop and witness, when we drop into the moment, when we simply feel—when we settle into our emotions as if we have all day (or an eternity)—the feminine nature of our subconscious melts. It softens. It unravels into safety. We finally experience joy.
Do you know what it means to be a true witness?
Witnessing is like being an observer of a crime scene—one you're not involved in but are present for. A witness stands at the edge of an event, watching it unfold without being swept into the drama. Unaffected. Uncorrupted. Still. The witness transcends.
If sitting with your emotions as they arise feels impossible… (um… pretty much everyone)… it might be because the well-meaning masculine presence you needed as a child—the one who was meant to show you stillness—abandoned you in some way or controlled you without tuning into your needs.
An immature form of the masculine either abandons or suffocates.
Perhaps the only sense of safety and containment you’ve known has come from how you’ve treated yourself with similar immature masculine tendencies: rigid routines, hyper-strict diets, punishing work schedules, and unrelenting exercise (even through illness and moon cycles). Cough cough, it takes one to know one.
But here’s the thing: the mature, Divine masculine within you—the sacred guardian—knows the art of presence. And, let this be known— you do not need to search far and wide for this to awaken within. You already have it.
Feel this sacred God part within. He is like a tantra master, touching with such softness and precision that not a single hair would dare rise or a shiver would dare pass through you without his knowing. He has eyes for you, only you, and when he loves you, when he holds you in that delicate balance of strength and tenderness, your emotions no longer feel like they may drag you to the pits of oblivion. They become like a sneeze— a passing moment that never overwhelms.
And it is here, in this space of balance, of witnessing with love and willing surrender, that your Divine Feminine energy can rise.
She is not waiting to be saved or fixed, but to be honored, to be felt, and to be held in the softness of your mature masculine. When the two are in harmony, she, The Queen, awakens within you—a force that is gentle, yet vast.
She emerges with grace, with clarity, with an understanding that she is more powerful when in relationship and when contained.
But first, we must allow our bodies with all their messy feelings and sensations to feel fully accepted and loved in the gentle yet firm embrace of our own (third) eyewitness.
It’s time. It’s truly time.
Love,
Tahra
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