Notes on sacred blood

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On our sacred blood

It took me a big part of my life not appreciating my blood so much. Actually he arrived when I was almost seventeen (!) and with so much pain that I was not specially happy. To say the truth it was more a lack of interest in it... an indifference. To say the least. With other four women at home besides me, all with their periods already, no one gave me a special word. And only much much later I understood this pain was the result of fighting the whole process....
I am grateful for all of this because it brought me where I am today: in absolute amazement for this wise red/reddish, brown/brownish nectar that comes out of my vagina. AHO. What a BLESS!
I am now every month waiting for this "shamanic death" and for the blessed days I have during this sacred bleeding. I get much more calm (the tension of the week before is gone;), in the body, in my magic and creativity... IF I allow it. Many of us, women, do not have the chance to take a time off during the bleeding and have to go to work and do as if nothing was happening ...when so much is happening inside our wombs. At home we have to do the house choirs as if nothing is happening... when so much is happening inside our wombs... we have to communicate with others....when so much is happening inside our wombs... and all our ancient wisdom, that we can acess this time, stays stored in the hidden shelves. The good news is we can always go for it the next month... or if we don't bleed anymore by the new moon days... the new moon is our hag time, the time of the "death" of the moon and the beginning of a new cycle...what a wonder, what a miracle of life.
Nah Kin refers to our bleeding the following way: "During the menstruation comes the ability of a woman to express her medicine. The subtle qualities of the female essence are very clear. During this monthly bleeding this force reaches its peak and is distributed like concentric waves in your environment."
Blessed be my wise sacred blood,
gratitude, aho.
Local: Berlin, Germany

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