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Episode #5 Did you know that you're a hero? That you rock the world? In this podcast I tell you why your experiences make you awesome.

You're a hero and not alone! You rock :-)

I forgive you for making me feel ashamed for my body and mind. I understand you couldn't handle my purity. I forgive you for lying when I spoke out. I know it's painful to live in the sun but you won't meet me ever again in the dark. Your suffocating silencing and ducktape teached me that my voice matters. I don't need you to believe in me. Your denial brought me closer to my own power. It learned me to shout of the highest mountain like a lion. To transform the doctrine of selfdestructive pacifism that parallized me. I choose my weapon. I don't use a gun or an axe. I choose something sacred. My voice that speaks the truth. I am a warrior for human kind. I will fight back now when they want to hurt me. I will fight you when it's needed. I will fight the world to honor my integrity and that of every woman. I will shred you to pieces when you ever try to hurt me again or even lay your eyes on my future child. I forgive you but don't ask me to honor you. I honor your soul but not the choices that you made. I don't honor the fact that you choose to worship an angry and violent god above the most holy gift you had: me, your child, a precious daughter. I shoud curse u, god. I should curse you, father. I should burn your holy temple. Shatter the stained glass with the roaring of angry woman and children who want to own their body. We should invade every church. Tear jezus from the cross and create a sacred space of abundance. Not in my name shall you hurt. Not in my name ever shall you worship the vicious god in your own mind. The god that let you believe that you are the master of my soul. Not in my name shall you hurt children. You shall not hurt my children. I am a warrior. I choose my weapon. It will set me free. I will not be sorry. I will not be sorry for dancing naked under the moonlight when you want me to kneel before your god. I am your daughter and I am free.

Once in a while in the mist of webs that spiders weave, they catch a gem so the beautiful pattern of geometric lines is disturbed on an early morning. When the dew of dawn create these little diamonds drops, these crystals of truth that make a web sing, insights grow slowly. Slowly. Just like spiders can wait all day on their web until a fly enters their so carefully constructed trap. It’s that kind of slow intro that eventually always hits me at once. Like firework waking up all my cells, ringing a bell that vibrates through every fiber in a whisper. Maybe that is how awareness works. Gathering little snippets of sound that eventually lead to a bigger whole. When these samples are put together it’s suddenly a song. First we hear it echoing far away. Than these landscapes of sound become clearer and clearer as time and space carry their notes. Eventually it brings us the sound of truth. I’m sure that is why birds fly. We might think they just want to go from one place to another. I believe that they want to listen to the sound of their wings on the wind. That every movement creates these great sounds only they can hear. Perhaps that is my quest. To find the sound of my voice. To hear the sound of truth spoken by my voice and hear it trembling in my ears