Farewell to the Spartan Women. I must tell you that when these articles started I had no idea exactly of where I was headed with it. Only that I wanted others to know of their lives as well and the men. The Spartan women that has been with me has remained reserved but certainly guided me to the information she wanted to share with you. The strength that these women upheld was amazing, not to mention their ability, in their time, to step out of the box for what they believed to be right.
This message is a channeled message from the Spartan women I see when I am writing my articles. I assure you I have not written this on my own. She is a very powerful women and has many women with her. They are all about to give you there life stories through me, and will have messages to give you along the way. This however, is the Spartan message. Take much care in reading it. They are hear to help us ans watch us.
“I am a Spartan women and I have many messages for you all. Women of today, be on your guard for what is right. Feel our energies take over your bodies and let us in. We will be the ones from the past to give you strength and the abilities to hold strong and in position. When you are not strong enough for yourself call upon us and we will be there to uphold your strength for you. Allow us to help. Many women are here from the past ready to help in all ways, there is no shame in asking. We have a lot of stored up energy just waiting for you to ask for our help.
Our strength was one of the most powerful in all nations, you have already learned that. Now let us show you how strong our next generation can be. Let us help your daughters to become stronger women, tell them of us and how to let us in, to stand by you in strength and possibility to gain what we could not before. Your very freedom relies on it.
I am hear because Kandace asked me to give you a message. My message is to stand up for yourselves and call upon your Spartan women to help for strength. Stand tall and proud for who you are. We did! “
For the past few days I’ve been obsessed with the feeling of scolding hot water over my back. I need the shower head to become emotional as she bursts over my shoulders.
It’s when steam fucks the mirrors against the tiled walls like a breath exhaled by an unknown lover, that I can angrily scratch those sentences that have been clogging up my arteries across my reflection, like regretful handprints on foggy car windows on days when the bed wasn’t warm enough.
I can turn her off…stop her from screaming, from purging. I can be her saviour and shut off the tubes that bring forth that boiling liquid that tears away at her lungs when she decides to break down with me. But when I turn the knob and watch the room clear, the words against my mirror slowly disappear.
I wish she’d come to life and cry on my shoulders again, so that I’m not the only one.
I’ve been frantic the past four days, and every morning she calls for me, drip by drip. A soft patter that turns to sobs. She calls for me to remind me…but you’d have to cry glitter for sadness to be beautiful.
In the corner of my jewellry box huddle beads that tore away from a neckline, to find a hand that can confine gloss like a wet kiss upon bare shoulders.
I found her… inching past the outlines towards the center…knowing that there is more substance at the core. It’s where the ageless plastic dancer prances in circles…her legs pointed towards the ceiling. Sometimes instead of wearing those vintage earrings, I drape them across her arms and watch them spin into dots of deep yellow, like a light flickering over a still street at a dangerous time of night.
Most times I feel just like her…surrounded by jewels but locked up and stranded with the same tune playing day after day…..
I tore her legs off yesterday, so she’d stop twirling…
The more I watched her, the more I choked on my own air…
I like to pretend that I’m invincible, but it’s all a front…
It’s days such as these that leave me wanting to pull the covers up tight while ignoring my alarm. Days when I am questioning my decisions…my goals…my purpose…my strength…
Sometimes I just don’t know what the fuck I want, yet other days I am crystal clear. I have been lazy this week. My workouts are half assed, if at all, and my eating leaves MUCH to be desired…
I’m exhausted, and I can’t shake these thoughts long enough to welcome a temporary coma.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep it up…I told you not to get your hopes up” he says with a snide tone…
Is this it? Are we done?
Empowerment! How much power are you letting out, really? Are you holding back because of outside sources? Many of us tend to feel un-empowered and helpless, trust me it happens to everyone. It happens to Trump, The President, Oprah, and everyone around you. But, have you noticed how they switch their focus on a dime. No matter what, they still hold onto their vision.
During my sessions, I see how others let many outside sources get to them leaving them feeling down, depressed and helpless to do anything about their situation. So they wallow in their grief and disappointment and stay fixed on the fact that this is what is and they cannot change it. Hogwash I tell you! There is nothing farther from the truth. Do you think that Evita Peron would have gone from poor slums to ruling a country if she wallowed in her depression? No way! She manifested the life around her to be empowered! She focused on what she wanted and didn’t care how it came about. She just knew it would. Then she took it to the next level of who she really was.
We all look forward to the day that we are presented with a marriage proposal by our true love. By the one man that will honor us, cherish us, and love us till death do us part. We have visions of flowers, what our brides maids will wear, the color theme we want, and Oh yes, our beautifully flowing gown. The joy we will share with family and loved ones on that most important day in our lives. The Spartan Woman’s wedding ritual left her scared, alone and not knowing her her husband would even be. These ancient women had to have strength, courage and be unattached to things around them just to survive, so please, join me as I take you through the Wedding Ritual of the Spartan Woman.