A Manifesto for the Feminine Soul: A Call for Her Masculine to Return

The feminine speaks a message to the world about honoring the feminine way of being, respecting the divine design of her essence, and initiating a grounding force to restore wholeness.

Women need t i m e—to rest, to digest, to feel, to create.
I need to retreat in a cocoon, where my spirit can integrate.

Healing comes from within me, but I, too, need to heal.
A regenerative spark of love radiates from my being, and I want to scream from the mountaintops—
Because I know what it feels like to be divine incarnate, a portal to unseen worlds.
I feel it all so deeply—
And yet, I am told to silence my voice.

How can you expect me to be like a man yet soft in your hands?
To operate on the surface, to push myself into overdrive,
When I am designed to sink into the depths and root beneath the soil?

I need time—
Space to myself—
Because that is where my most profound creations are born.
I am beyond time itself.
And in that place, I fly—ascending to the ethers to commune with God.
I will bring healing, I promise.
But I need… I need… I need.
And it is okay that I need.

I am no longer ashamed of being "too much."
Because I now see—I am more than enough.
I overflow with magnificence,
And I want to merge with the limitless potential of existence.
So, let me breathe.

I am here now, without space or time—
Every nerve tingling with awareness.
My sentience allows me to understand without words,
To receive the messages I need to transform, to heal.

I do not break.
I spiral like infinity—
Endlessly looping, bending, reshaping.
But my waters can dry up.
I can become parched.
My soul needs nourishment—
Like a fetus connected by the umbilical cord— sustained by its mother's lifeblood.
I need this time.
Earth is my womb-portal.
Let me curl up and gestate.

Do not disregard me.
I am not making this up. It is real.
You do not know what it is to be a woman—
To feel your body cry its last tear for death and winter,
To be woven into the natural cycles of the earth, only to be told they are inconvenient.              
It’s the intuitive way of the world we inhabit, but you want to change it. 

When things die around me, I am given no time to grieve.
I feel rigid, trapped in a box with no air holes.
I said—let me breathe.
But you make so few exceptions for a helpless woman on her knees.
I am not here to only please.

And the truth is—it is not just women.
You, too, are suffering.
You, too, need to come home to peace.
There is balance to be found, and it is possible.

But we need time.
Not the linear, manufactured kind.
Time as the infinite continuation of consciousness.
Time as past, present, and future existing as one.
Time as the rhythm of the tides—
Moving with the rise and fall of the moon just as much as the sun.

And do you really know the moon?
Her cyclical expression?
She hides as much as she shines.
She shifts shape, yet she is always whole.
She moves the oceans, and she moves your body's waters.

You desire to explore her and step on her—
To mark your territory upon her face.
But do you ever listen to her wisdom?
In rejecting her, you reject yourself.

Your shadow follows you and you pretend it’s not there,
Yet you wonder why fulfillment escapes you.
You chase certainty, but certainty is a mirage.
And if you claim to be happy chasing it,
It’s only your ego’s facade. You are lying to yourself.                                                                 
You are just as bound as me.

Yin and Yang—
We are different, yet we are one.                                                                                                   
Both exist in contrast.
Only in embracing this truth can we become whole,                                                   
My dear, complimentary companion.

I will be your mirror, a reflection of your soul.
But I need… I need… I need you.

Your will.
Your drive.
Your stamina.
Your endurance.
Your masculine structure—
To hold me, to make me feel safe.

I need you to see me.
Not as an afterthought.
Not as an accessory to your success.
I need to be your priority.                                                                                                                                 
Revere me just as you do men in power.

I need your commitment.
And I promise—I will not hurt you.                                                                                           
You’ll feel my unconditional embrace.                                                                                                  
Can you trust me?

I will free you.                                                                                                                                    
I will strip away your fears, your inhibitions.                                                                                               
I will ease the wars of conflict in your mind.
I will soothe your pain.

And you will protect my sacred essence.
Together—
We will continue life on.

Like the infinity symbol—
We will be infinite.
Intertwined in union.
Harmonized.
Balanced.
Whole.

Maybe in t i m e …

The masculine principle resides in both man and woman, it's time to awaken him to his divine role. He is within; Call him to rise.