The Power of Us is a real life journey through many times and spaces; past, present, and future. It tells the stories of the women of the sacred circle and how they reappeared in the life of one of their first apprentices, a woman who has forgotten their teachings, submerged in the illusions of the world. It invites women to embark in the pilgrimage of awakening, reclaiming their divine being, carving a new path of acceptance, self-love, and heart centered service to the world.
Being born and raised in a Hispanic country, for a long time led me to believe in the same illusion most men grew up with; the men rule, macho concept that has destroyed so many potential good men and broken so many women along the way.
As a little girl, I used to watch my grandmother and aunts as perfect housewives; house sparkling, cloth ironed, dinner ready no later than six. My mother was one of the pioneers in getting a job that didn’t involve washing dishes three times a day and folding socks in impeccable round shapes. At the same time I would observe the men in the family; hard workers and good providers who would spend their nights boasting about their ability to make and set the house rules, always in charge of signing the final approvals.
It wasn’t until I began sneaking down the hallways and hiding behind the wood doors that I started getting the feeling of it, understanding how all this battle for power really worked. Light descended over me and I discovered one of the purposes of what I came to call the sacred circles; the crafting and refinement of feminine skills and strategies; feminine essence at its best!
However, we don’t need to belong to any specific country. As women, we all share the same history, the one imposed on us thousands of years ago from the time Eve supposedly tempted Adam, Mary Magdalene was declared a prostitute, Joan of Arc accused as a sorcerer, and Bridget Bishop hung for witch crafting.
At some point in our evolution process we were submerged under the debris of all those lies. Our original agreements were thwarted and our souls reduced to images of faraway memories. We were methodically induced into the trance of forgetfulness. We did.
Through the following pages, I am sharing my personal journey toward the recovery of my long lost memories and the often painful process that led me back to my essence; our essence. This is not a self-help book. I would rather call it a journal; stories told through many voices. You can see it as a memoir aiming to inspire and empower. Here you will find the sincere words of a woman who was literally born in a golden crib, decided to take the rocky road, hitting the ground, and rising up to finally discover that what really matters in life is not what you have but who you are and who you have in your life. In connecting with each of you, it is my aim to serve. I hope we would be able to re-write and re-establish our agreements as women and create collaborative feminine communities that would embrace the reality of who we are. I hope that through these pages you find that missing link that has been keeping you apart from that successful life you have been wishing for; not the society, money founded success but that which emanates from inner wisdom and highest inspiration. Only when we are free from our past we are able to connect with our selves. Only by accepting our divine nature we can fully accept our responsibility as creators of our present. Only by coming together again, stripping from false egos we will be able to remember those original sisterhood agreements. Only then we would recognize, embrace, and practice the beauty we possess and the power of us.