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WOMEN, YOUR SICKNESS IS OF A DIFFERENT KIND by Megha Venketasamy

Women, Your sickness is of a different kind!

“A woman who is starved for her real soul-life may look “cleaned up and combed” on the outside, but on the inside she is filled with dozens of pleading hands and mouths”. 
~Clarissa Este Pinkola~

To women who write to me , whispering that “I am sick”

KNOW that YOU are NOT SICK.
WE do NOT DENY that YOU are SUFFERING. WE ACKNOWLEDGE the PHYSICAL, MENTAL, EMOTIONAL and PSYCHIC PAINS that YOU ARE going THROUGH
Your SICKNESS is of a DIFFERENT KIND.  You have DRIED YOURSELF up from YEARS of NOT LISTENING to YOURSELF. Your INTERNAL RIVER is POLLUTED with taints that are UNNATURAL to YOU.

YOU are NOT to be BLAMED for YOU are BORN in a WORLD that 
MOCKS your CURIOSITY calling it SPOOKY
YOU are NOT to be BLAMED for YOU are BORN in a WORLD that
RIDICULES your INTUITIVENESS calling it MENTAL
YOU are NOT to be BLAMED for YOU are BORN in a WORLD that
INVESTS in SHUNNING YOU from your TRUTH
YOU are NOT to be BLAMED for YOU are BORN in a WORLD that
NORMALIZES VIOLENCE for you.

YOU are NOT SICK. YOU are at a TURNING POINT where YOU can either 
GO HOME TO YOURSELF or let this WORLD NIBBLE over whatever is left of YOU.
YOU are NOT SICK. Within CRYA DOZENS
OF HUNGRY MOUTHS AND HANDS, WAITING for you to TEND TO YOURSELF.
YOU are NOT SICK. YOU are on the PATH that many WOMEN BEFORE TREADED ON,

When the WISE ONE within BECKONS
A PATH OPENS
A PATH that will ASK of YOU TO
TEND to your INNER FIELDS
UPROOT the WEEDS
OPEN the GATES of your INNER WATERS
FLOOD the RIVERS
WASH AWAY the poisonous TAINTS
NURTURE your fertile SOILS

KNOW that there is not a single SICKNESS that your BODYTEMPLE cannot CURE.
The CHOICE is YOURS, either YOU WALK home TO YOURSELF or YOU can consciously LET this WORLD NIBBLE over whatever is left of YOU
KNOW that there is NO RUNNING OUTWARDS this while,
THE PATH IS INWARDS
THE DESCEND IS WITHIN
THERE IS A RIVER OF WOMEN WAITING FOR YOU WITHIN

May You chose
To reclaim 
Your stories, 
Your beliefs
Your agreements
Your bleeding
Your Body
Your Psyche

Image source: Jairo Alzate, Unsplash

Megha Venketasamy holds a degree in Business Management and is an Associate Certified Meta-Coach and a Meta-NLP Practitioner certified by the International Society of Neuro-Semantics. She is a Certified Shakti Moon Woman Circle Facilitator hosting women circles and support women seekers in merging the light and dark within through shadow works. Megha is the founder of Nyame Dua, a company whose mission is to support women and girls in re-claiming, re-conciliating, re-membering and re-writing their truths. She is a Vital Voices Alumni and a Mandela Washington Fellow 2017. In her professional and activism commitments, Megha focuses on journeying with women by walking through belief systems, combining neuro-semantic tools with facilitation tools, for that which is constructed can be deconstructed. She journeys with women so that they remember and re-member their inner power and then they lead their way through.

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