Nicole ~ poet/writer/publisher of Dream-Speak

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I am a girl with a book
With a pen
With a blog
A girl in a red hood
A girl with a basket
Watch as I streak through the woods
Watch as my red feathers sing and bleed
From limbs you cannot reach
I am not your other
I am you
I am we
The awakening feminine

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I published a piece in my latest Dream-Speak Publication called ‘Little Red Riding Hood as the Red Bird.’

Because the Cardinal came to me in a dream with a message.

Because Cardinals have followed me all my life
Trying to tell me something
Warning me
Preparing me

The Cardinal’s word is Awake.

The message in my dream was this, “Of course, Little Red Riding Hood is the Red Bird.”

 

“Little Red Riding Hood is the young, immature feminine archetype. Too young for the awakening of her better judgment, still finding protection in the mother’s nest, still seeking play in the grandmother’s house.
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One might say she is waking to her sexual nature by confronting the wolf. She is reaching the awareness of her senses, the eyes, the teeth, the ability to sense and know things beyond her physical reality, outside of the safety of the mother’s house.
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Little Red Riding Hood is the awakening feminine, a representation of growth and maturity.”

- excerpt from Dream-Speak Issue Eight|Satori

 

This is not just my bird, this is not just my journey through the woods -
I don’t walk alone
I offer it to you
I open my hands – it flies away

There is a crisis in the world, an individual crisis that is spinning out and causing waves in the collective. The crisis has nothing to do with gender. It has nothing to do with being male or female. It has to do with confronting the internal energies that guide us, that govern us. It has to do with the merging of our masculine and feminine energies.

 

“When I see the bright red Cardinals hanging on the fence I don’t merely see a male presence. I see both – the feminine and masculine together. They have always appeared as a union of spirits to me.
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As a society we confuse gender roles with our roles of the spirit. But if we watch the birds, what we perceive as a female trait of color and plumage is often given to the male. The male bird expresses and the female protects.”

excerpt from Dream-Speak Issue Eight|Satori

Those who are awake and aware of this merging are prepared. Those who are still sleeping are scared and acting out.

There is a devastated area in the world – bleeding and asking to be healed. The wound is not a problem that exists on the other side of the planet. The premeditated and callous shooting of a young girl on a bus by a man with a gun is our issue. It belongs to each one of us.

There is a battle being waged not because women are repressed, but because the one’s who want control refuse to see the feminine as a part of themselves. They shun it, they shoot it, they want to cast it out. It is not a female or a male issue. It is a control issue of deep fear.

Blood red is a threat
Shoot down the red hood
Kill the messenger
The basket must not be delivered

I am appalled by the callous shooting of the young girl, Malala Yousufzai.

Give a girl a book and she comes to know her mystical power. Give a girl a pen and she learns to wield her magic. Give a girl a blog and she can speak and cast her spells into the world. Give a man who fears his own feminine power a gun and he will shoot her down. He will shoot the bird, he will kill the messenger.

I am a girl with a book!
I am a girl with a pen!
I am writing as loud as I can!
Come closer
Come closer
I have something to say
Come closer
Come closer
I have a basket in my hand
I have a message to deliver

Weak men. Men with guns. Men full of fear. All they really want to know is what’s inside the basket.

I will tell you what it is, but if you are weak you won’t understand.

It is a flame. Passed down through generations of the feminine spirit.
The flame that sparked your life.
The flame that gives to you and the flame that snuffs out your very essence.
A flame only the awakened feminine knows how to handle.

They cannot put out the fire that burns in Malala’s basket.
If she dies hundreds and thousands more will be ignited.

I am a girl with a book
I am a girl in a red hood
Watch as I streak through the woods.

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Nicole~
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Please feel free to Google Malala Yousufzai if you have not heard her tragic story.
As a general rule I don’t share or participate in media links.
What I know of her story is that she was shot in the head on her way home
by a member of the Taliban. Her crime was blogging about her right to be educated.
This somehow marked her as an activist.
The story of Malala was passed on to me by a friend. 

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