“There is a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women.”
Madeleine K. Albright
This month marks 3 years since I started the NR Facebook page, and 2 years since starting this blog and my Shop; to say it’s been a whirlwind would be an absolute understatement.
I started this venture with no goal in mind, no real intention either; I wanted to create a sanctuary for myself, a place that was my own where I could express my opinions and experiences how I saw fit.
At the time, I didn’t know what that looked like, I didn’t know how I was to navigate this new world I found myself in; a world I had created both by choice and circumstance.
It was hard.
It was devastatingly fucking hard.
Still is, most days.
I have no problem being challenged, or having opposing opinions voiced (others would debate this fact); I do have a problem being attacked though.
I have a problem with people who only read and see what THEY want to read and see, and cannot look at anything objectively; furthermore, they cannot admit when they are wrong.
So, instead of admitting they don’t know, or that they are, in fact, incorrect, they lash out.
Their weapon? Vitriol.
Even when I know the person spewing the words is just a troll who’s merely projecting their insecurities onto me, or simpler yet, they are just trying to get a reaction because it gets them off, it still hurts my feelings.
Most people don’t understand how truly sensitive I am—I feel everything, which is why I burn out so frequently.
This brand was birthed into creation by myself; it’s literally like my baby, and when my baby is attacked, it *feels* personal.
Often, I react as such: an angry, volatile, deadly mama bear.
I know and say all the time that my way is not the only way, that my views are not the only ones.
I don’t want followers, I don’t want a herd of people who think like me; I simply want to spark something inside the minds of other’s by showing them what it looks like to burn in the fire of your truth.
I lead by example.
I light myself on fire every day and show my flames and scars to the world.
I didn’t realize that my flames would act as a calling card of sorts beckoning like-minded individuals to seek me out, and thus, the page grew rapidly.
I also didn’t realize that in showing my scars, pains, and brutal truths to the world, it granted others permission to do the same.
In the beginning I talked mostly about topics of the Occult, demonolatry and such.
As my journey began to change, as I began to change, so did the content, which I believe is genuinely authentic; the page should reflect what I am going through and who I am.
To my surprise my page base became predominantly Women.
Now THIS was unfamiliar territory for me.
Not only did I not have friends growing up because I was so painfully different, bullied at times, accepted at other’s, choosing to keep to myself most often—I didn’t get along with other girls.
I have always known who I was, and at an early age that is threatening to other girls who are still trying to figure themselves out; it’s threatening to some Women even now as an adult.
In a world full of societal dictations about who and what we are all supposed to be, knowing who you are and living that truth are rebellious acts.
I found my inbox filled with messages from Women thanking me for sharing my experiences and telling me theirs; like soldiers comparing war stories, we shared pain, trauma, oppression, abuse, awakenings, metaphorical death and finally, rejoiced in our rebirth.
It was in these intimate moments that a silent Sisterhood was formed and has been forming ever since.
In my blog, The Rise of the Rebellious Woman I credit the Dark Goddesses with the considerable number of Women joining the Revolution, reclaiming their power, truth, and stepping onto the Left-Hand Path to take back individual sovereignty stolen from them and the Women who stood here in times past.
What I failed to see then is that the Dark Goddess works through Women like myself—Torchbearers who in these times of darkness are lighting the world on fire with their words of wisdom, and war cries for rebellion.
I stand arm in arm with my Sisters as we begin to understand and accept that we are so much more similar than we are different.
And through sharing our stories we can heal each other, which in turn heals the wounds of the Divine Feminine; for She can only be healed when Women come to know that each other is an ally, not enemy.
When you tear down your Sister, you tear down yourself.
Thank you to all the Women who have reached out to me and continue to do so; in your words I find so much strength, motivation and inspiration.
Thank you for supporting me, for walking this journey with me, for having my back when the world gets me down.
Most importantly, thank you for teaching me the Sacred, Ancient power of Sisterhood.
Together we can conquer Empires.
Together we will dismantle the Patriarchy.