January 21, 2017 was a cold drizzly, grey day in Santa Rosa, California. I joined my best friend, her sister and other women and men for the first Women’s March. We united with millions of others around the world, in support of women. We listened to speeches and walked in solidarity through the streets of downtown. Little did I know, it would be a day to remember for so many reasons. The unity was palpable as we stood in the rain, carrying signs, wearing pink pussy hats and marching peacefully. The police officers we spoke with, said they has expected a crowd of 2,000. Instead, we were a crowd of 10,000!
We stood in the pre-pandemic crowd,
talking with strangers, laughing and
shaking our heads over creative banners
and listening to thought-provoking
words. It was unfathomable how much
was changing before our eyes. In the days,
weeks, months and years to come,
we would be horrified, angered and
astounded at the audacity of elected
officials and fellow citizens. There would
be untold suffering in our name.
Yet, on that day, an amazing event
took place, subtle and unbeknownst
to most. As the speeches completed
and somewhere down the street,
people began to move, I watched the
reflection of the crowd in the dark
glass of a building. I watched as the
front of the line moved into the streets
and sidewalks and eventually caught my
own image passing.
I became aware of another reflection in the glass and then in the crowd. I was seeing beyond the five senses, through the veil. And there She was. A female figure, drifting like smoke, ethereal, through the crowd. Wafting here, drifting there, she moved with ease and grace. She moved with a power and a certainty. She was in no hurry. She wanted to feel the pulse of the people there, experience them in their new awareness of how much was really on the line. No one there quite knew the extent of what would unfold over the next years. Yet, here she was, no stranger to the world.
Cloaked in smoky green and brown, she flowed, floated effortlessly through the crowd, a Mona Lisa smile on her face. She turned towards me and looked me directly in the eye. I knew I was “in a moment.” We acknowledged each other and I felt seen and known. In that moment my world changed. I felt her name rise in me, “She Who Walks Among Us.” Over the years, I have come to understand who she is and why she has chosen this time to make herself known.
My astrologer, Susan Heinz, https://susanheinz.com/ , has talked for years that we are moving from one very long era into another. The Tibetan Shamans’ prophesy is this: we are ending the 5,000-year era of the Age of Man and ushering in the era of the Age of Women. For some good reason, that many of us can’t fathom right now, we have agreed to be here to bring about this change!
I spent 10 years as a labor and delivery nurse, and I liken this time we are living in, to the birth process. It’s messy, noisy, dangerous, most make it through. Sadly, some don’t. Birth always takes longer than we are comfortable with. We get tired and still must push through. Yet the change is unstoppable! The baby arrives!
She Who Walks Among Us is at every birth and every death. She is at every tragic and horrible event, reminding us to keep shining our spark of light, as brightly as we can bear. We are the counterbalance. We are the light we have been waiting for.
So, if there is a story waiting for you to write, make that your priority. If it is to love those grandchildren and remind them of the magnificent beings they are, then do that. You are creating the future when you do that. Are you rescuing dogs from the streets? You make a difference. Are you teaching the next generation, caring for the ill and elderly, raising a child, being a chef, a bus driver, a toll taker, someone who alchemizes oil from the earth into fuel for our vehicles, someone who creates more cost-effective solar panels, is a voice for the voiceless? You are a part of the new world emerging. We need your light! We need you to shine your light brightly for the whole world to see.
We will usher in the Age of Women. We may experience excruciating pain in the process and lose more than we want to. She Who Walks Among Us leads us into the new light. From this vantage point, we don't know when she will arrive. We just know we are in the birth canal.
Look for her. She is with us. Around the curve in the road. At the end of that parade. She catches those who fall to violence, she holds the ones left behind in their agony, she does not make promises. She witnesses and carries the suffering with her. On some journeys, Quan Yin walks with her, pouring out the balm of compassion where it is needed. Those who can accept it, take it in. She never runs out.
Could it be that we are being called upon to join them in trusting that the hateful, dysfunctional, trauma incited divisions can fall away? That we can see we are moving forward, once again?
Why not now? Right this moment? We are still in the birth canal. We are tucking and turning, squeezing through an impossibly small space to come out into the light. Shine brightly, brothers and sisters, fellow humans, all inhabitants of this miraculous planet, Shine Your Light!
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