‘Self acceptance’

Let’s talk self acceptance for a little bit cause if you’re wanting tip the edge and walk into this deeper and darker place, this is work that needs doing and ongoing presence, and definitely not living a surface level place of convincing yourself that you do. That’s not love, that’s bypassing what needs to be loved.

Self acceptance, I know the term has been thrown around like a fucking  well used vibrator, and it’s much more than saying ‘I acceptance myself’ cause you really don’t know what that means until you unthread the conforming oppressive bullshit women are expected to be, and I want to add there’s different levels of oppression a woman carries for so many factors- race, sexuality, gender identity, disability to name but a few not just being woman. So what I’m trying to point out there’s layers, not this fuck around bullshit you see in most spiritual groups that you ‘love yourself’ and live all the fluffy love and light which not only is it a narrow view of life and a tonne of white privilege, but they’re also placing people in boxes assuming that it’s ‘like this’ which is an expectation coming from their lack of a deepening experience of what life is about but also what real love is, and there’s fuck all freedom in that.

This bullshit expectation does more harm than good, because while a woman is healing herself and she’s trying to again fit herself in a box she knows she’s trying break out. It’s smeared with a different language and feeds an unhealthy belief that this is the way I have to love myself and if not, I must be doing it wrong.
No cunt can tell you how to love yourself because every person, wounding, trauma and oppression a woman has lived, walks a different self navigation and healing process. It’s deep, because ancestral practice is deep as fuck.
Why a real healer or anyone doing transformative work  moves with the individual rhythm of each person.
There’s no one size fits all.

So saying all of that, self acceptance as we move into a deeper knowing space of who we really are, and not conforming to oppression which is riddled with anxiety and understandably so (I’ll talk about this another time), the presence that is required developed with consistent practice is needed to live this depth of earth practice, of ancestral work and liberation and of self love.
If you don’t know how to manage your traumas and you will experience triggers, which we fukn do anyway loves, you slip back into the people pleasing oppression which this wild track of a walk is not about.

My point, self acceptance isn’t just screaming to the world I accept myself, but realising the work and depth it means to really accept and love yourself because when we’re still skimming the surface of our own personal growth and evolution, in too many ways we’re conforming to societal and patriarchal expectations still, (the whole plastic niceness bullshit is one small example), and let me also add in cultural expectation. It’s not until we stand in the darkest place within ourselves, live and love ourselves there do we really know what real self acceptance is.

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Fuck it all

I’ve reached my enough, actually I’m past it. I’m out of fucks. This darkness that moves through me is taking over. It’s pulling me in further to live in the darker side of wild, unapologetically and I will love the destroyer inside of me shamelessly, with no guilt just how the rest of the world doesn’t want me to.
I don’t care. I never wanted this for myself yet we are born it.
Oh look it’s a girl, dress her up to be pretty. Teach her to shut the fuck up with matters that are important to her. Take away her voice, and abuse her when she stands for herself. Blame her that she’s lying when she speaks the truth. Destroy her muchness and squash it so far fucking down she can barely breathe. Let her beg and work for love, and make her believe she only deserves it if she’s good, they way we want her to be.

That’s from birth, and we’re reminded everyday as adult women. Everyday, everyday every fucking day, don’t you dare be too much. Don’t be you. Don’t you be fierce and love yourself sick because you’re going to be reminded not to. We own you, we broke you and fuck you.

No cunts, we can’t be broken. We burn. We let rage and grief transform us in the dark.

I was born from darkness so I know how to grow in it. I learned to see, know and speak from darkness. I know an otherness many do not, and I know how twisted it can be. I’ve confronted evil many times and know how to dance with it.
Demonic hate from other worlds and stood in front of it. Know how it thinks, reacts and feels…and even though it’s putrid, disgusting and hateful that’s inside me too and I don’t make apologies for it. Actually, I love it. I find it erotic much of the time. What do you think wildness is? What do you think is pure? Goodness? That’s religion speak. Go deeper to know.
I understand it. I like to feel it flow through me, let it speak.
Most call it unnatural but it is not. It’s nature too. Don’t lie to yourself to deny what you fear. Confronted? I don’t give a shit. I’m taming you to listen and that curiosity that’s stirring is that darkness inside of you that recognises what I say. It wants out.

What would it feel like woman to love yourself there?


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