How the feminine leads with No-ing

The end of the extraction economy

Is it any wonder that we are existentially exhausted? Is it strange that we feel so depleted no matter how much we rest? We must have been running on fumes for a few decades already. Yet now we are shocked to be coughing on the gas.

This chronic exhaustion is a symptom of survival under the economics of extraction. Fighting to grab as much as we can, while giving, risking, investing as little of ourselves as possible. And alert and on guard, defending ourselves from being taken advantage of.

A system set up to take life. We are all complicit — in extraction from self, extraction from others, extraction from the Earth as if her stores of resource are limitless. With our heads down, navel-gazing in infantile self-infatuation, we sped past the outer limits a while ago already.

Here we are in the dry caked desert. Because we haven’t poured water into life for as long as we can remember. But this didn’t happen overnight. It took a long time for things to get this bad. And it took an even longer time for us to notice. Many are still scrolling past it.

The Earth under our feet mirrors the way we treat women. And many drifted under a spell, as the archetypal Mother. The embodiment of unconditional love with infinite capacity. Just give in a little bit, it will be worth it the end. Just shrink around the edges. Keep the peace. It’s no big deal. Just relax your standards this one time, you can be flexible. Just be patient a while, they are figuring it out, they will learn.

But women forgot that while love is infinite, we have limits. The same way that Mother Earth has her limits.

I do not blame women for forgetting. We did it to survive. We were held down to prevent us from seeing anything else. Captives since the moment of birth, or even before that.

I do celebrate our return. Our remembering. Our raging sobbing screaming holy fuck we cannot continue like this.

Here we stand at the threshold: ready to cross over from blindfolded captive princess to visionary creative priestess.

Women have been conditioned to give too much permission. To be easygoing. To be pleasing. To not kick up too much of a fuss. But when the sacred feminine vessel is not revered, when feminine boundaries are not respected, nobody really benefits. Not in the long run.

This is why we have a global cabal of billionaire pedophiles who are running power plays on each other. This is why we have overgrown toddlers in office who are tinkering with big boy toys that kill real humans.

It’s because somewhere along the way, forgiveness and compassion got hardened into contract. And they now press like cold metal against soft skin — the twin blades of self-abandonment and abject permission.

But forgiveness and compassion are not duties. They are gifts, bestowed on those who meet their frequency with offerings of truth and honor.

Women are not asking for too much. We have been settling for too little.

Women are the ones who choose. We are the selection committee for the future. We are the quality filters for what gets to continue for another generation. That is power. That is responsibility. That is an opportunity for leadership.

We create worlds. And we end worlds. By what we allow. By what we refuse. We are the portals to life and creation, human and non-human. Whenever women collectively decide that something is done, it will end with us, simply because we stop allowing it the space to reproduce.

It is obvious now that the feminine needs to lead this revolution. It starts with us. With our partners, with our friends, with our work, with our family, with our community, with our creations.

Do we forgive and forget, when we would be better off to forgive but remain a skeptic? Where do we collapse into compassion because we’ve been told it’s a virtue? When do we shy away from being demanding or difficult because we don’t want to be shamed as un-feminine?

The way that feminine leadership works is by saying No to everything that is not aligned. No No No No No No No No — No a million times — until there is one yes. The feminine does not lead by pushing, forcing, or directing. Feminine superpower rests in the power of selection.

There is no default position that leads to Life for the egg. The default position is emptiness. Naught. Aught. Nothing comes in until granted admission. Nothing is guaranteed. Everything is selected. Feminine leadership is queen when it comes to the process of elimination.

Just say no. This is how we begin.