My understanding and how I relate to them probably varies greatly from the standard viewpoint. To put into perspective I was raised with “advanced conditioning” which lead to my core values being distorted by believing everyone was good at heart, always have your best interest in mind, will always want wonderful things for you, and everyone know what best for you. That lead to having absolutely horrendous suffering.

To me I see the Divine Feminine as standing tall not just in the beautiful rose garden near the lakefront but also as the last one standing in a gruesome battlefield’s aftermath. To me I feel the Divine Feminine’s gentle touch not just in the loving, supportive, and understanding motherly embrace but also as the surgeon, focused in her work to save her patient.

To me I smell the Divine Feminine as roses, carnations, and incense in times of compassion. She smells of fire and the salt of the Oceans at the time of work & labor. The offering lavender and lilacs is the scent present during restful hours. She is flushed into a fury and offsets red wine, coal, cumin, and sage. The air is filled with marigolds, white birch, soft & warm spring rain, and hidden gemstones when She is at play.

To me I hear the Divine Feminine as an exhale of breath, not just as in a soft loving sigh but also as in the forceful grunt as to put an unwilling beast back into his enclosure. She is not only the quick inhale from a moment of surprise but also as the quickest inhale from removing the embedded arrow from her side.

To me I taste the Divine Feminine as soft vanilla ice-cream on a lazy warm summer day to a rare juicy premium stake after a long brutal day.

I embody the Divine Feminine by refusing to be disposable property; by refusing to die at the hands of men. I embody the Divine Feminine by learning the skills of both Art and War. I embody the Divine Feminine by embracing the Virtues as they are in the Divine and not within the twisted foolishness of the minds of men.