Hi Helen and Tigger!

I appreciate all your shares! They are stimulating and shifting so much for me! In one of my sisterhood circles, what's being shared now are experiences of trauma around monthly moon time. The support being offered sister-to-sister is monumental and touches my heart deeply. I was one of those women who suffered terribly during this time, body/mind/spirit, with severe PMS to the point where I found it extremely challenging to function in the workplace and in keeping up with all my roles i.e. mother, wife, friend, daughter, sister etc. What I needed was quiet time alone and time with others who understood, but that wasn't possible given the culture I was living in. Tigger, how I would love to have had access to a moon lodge!

I'm feeling that the monthly moon time trauma so many women experience, including my own daughter, ultimately relates to birth trauma stemming from OC Intervention, DNA manipulation, and the raptor consciousness, in general, that uses and devours women for its own nefarious purposes.

Helen, you raise the point about women competing with one another for male attention and conquest when in "mixed" company. Karmically, women have chosen to disempower themselves by giving away their power to men, who use and abuse it. I'm feeling that as long as this "power over" balance endures, the male/female competitive dynamic will continue. Thankfully, we're ascending to a higher world where the consciousness of power with, not over, serves all life equally.

During my teenage years, I lived in a neighbourhood surrounded by scads of friends who attended the "Protestant" school down the road. I had two lives, one with my girl friends in the Catholic school I attended, and my life with the neighbourhood "heretics" ha! I grew up in a large family with six brothers and sisters, and my home was a magnet for teenage girls and boys. We hung out in packs. Some of the kids were musicians and band members, so music was big. I don't recall any mean-spirited, competitive dynamic ever going down. In fact, we got along splendidly well together. I recall one friend, Chris, who lived around the corner. I was about 14 years old at the time, and he was a few years older. He knew I couldn't dance given my physical disability, so he put on the music, took my hands, and asked me to stand on his feet. Then he danced me around the garage, door open to the sunshine. That was one of the many moments I experienced immersed in a magical camaraderie with all these amazing friends. And here I am in the Openhand community, once again immersed in a magical camaraderie! My life was by no means free of anguish during my growing up years. But in recalling enlightened times from my childhood and teenage years, it feels like I lived in two worlds at once. The raptor world and another world of light-filled joy, love, compassion, respect, and true-blue male/female friendships. Shades of who we truly are.

x Cathy