An Invocation of Dark Feminine Affirmations for the Dark Feminine Woman.
I bow down to the dark feminine woman within, and these are her dark feminine affirmations.
I bow down to the fire of the dark feminine woman within, and this is her invocation —
Say it aloud, whisper, or shout it to the rooftops — let her hear and feel the howl of Woman calling her home…
I'm done holding my tongue. I'm done being afraid to speak. I’m done with the wrenching inside of my throat.
I’m done withholding the fire of the dark feminine woman within me.
I'm done hushing her — reining her in to be polite, believing she is too big, too rash, too bold, and too much.
I’m done silencing and contorting her – to avoid conflict, to avoid judgment, to avoid rejection, to avoid disagreement, to not make someone mad, to not cause a fuss, or to not make a scene.
I'm done being complacent. I'm done being a people pleaser. I’m done being a caretaker
I'm done being nice, swallowed by the empathy of how everybody else feels.
I'm done being divinely compassionate, patient, and forgiving. I’m done being easygoing and down for anything. I'm done not having a strong opinion about what I LOVE, and how I want to spend MY time.
I’m done not claiming the messiness of how I feel. I'm done with the composure of emotional maturity. I’m done rationalizing my emotions. I am done explaining away the judgements and bitchiness inside of me. I’m done analyzing my projections and triggers.
I’m done being tame. I’m done being diplomatic and understanding.
I’m ready to set the fire of the dark feminine woman within free and see what happens.
I’m ready to be angry. I'm ready to be mad. I’m ready to say fuck off.
I’m ready to be okay with triggering other people, making others uncomfortable, and being the salt on their wound.
I’m ready to own my controversy and my voice. I’m ready to speak my truth. I’m ready to speak it loud
I’m ready to be led by the current within me. I’m ready to be taken by it.
I’m ready to be taken by the passion of the dark feminine woman —
Her passion to create, to destroy, to fight for, to love, create, and live.
I’m ready to have really fucking high standards.
I’m ready to own my huge dreams. I’m ready to allow myself to have deep needs. I'm ready for my desires to be rich and lusciously grandiose – not too much, not too lofty, not too out there – I'm ready to accept them as just right.
I’m ready to believe in the possibility of the dreams that have stirred in my bones always.
I’m ready to want it all – knowing that I’m not frivolous, but worthy. I am ready to see my capability that is vast beyond the horizon. I'm ready to receive the abundance at the tips of my toes and fingers. I'm ready to hold it, I'm ready to be nourished by it, and I'm done being guilty
Havingness is my new virtue.
I’m ready to unshakably claim my vision, my magic, and my power.
I’m ready to devour what I want.
I'm ready to know in my bones the force that I am.
I am ready to stop gagging and starving myself.
I’m ready to unleash my ferocity. I’m ready to know pleasure. I'm ready for my whole body to be buzzing all of the time – when I'm exhausted, when I'm invigorated, when I'm in grief, rage, tenderness, and joy.
I'm ready for my senses to be flooded with ecstasy. I’m ready to be wildly sensitized – to every ounce of my physicality, to my emotions, to every cell, to the beauty within me, and all around me.
I’m ready to be wildly sensitized to love. I’m ready to be wildly sensitized to life. I'm ready to be wildly sensitized to the unseen world I am swimming in, and bound to.
I’m ready to claim the Huntress and devour what I want.
I’m ready to claim the bitch and not be sorry.
I’m ready to claim the mad woman and cackle in the clarity of what I can see that others call mad.
I’m ready to claim the wh*re and the power of my sex.
I’m ready to claim the Seductress and bask in the power of my magnetism.
I’m ready to claim the witch and know the power of Woman that I am.
I’m ready to claim the royalty of my female form. I’m ready to ooze in my sensuality. I’m ready to froth at the mouth in the pleasure of being alive in my body, in this life, and in this world.
I’m ready to be warmed by the fire of the dark feminine woman.
I’m ready to warm and seduce others with the dark feminine woman’s fire.
I am ready to be uncaged. I’m ready to be uncaged and free of everything that has ever taught me to be quiet, to be small, to camouflage, to not adore myself, to hide, to hush, to not see my beauty, my worth, my choice, my potential, or my power.
I’m ready to unshackle myself from containment and burn all that has suffocated me to the ground.
I’m ready to hold space for the wild river of my heart, the intelligence and wisdom of my body, the temple of my p*ssy, and the sacredness of my er*tic fire — I am ready to bow down them and honor them with all that I have
I’m ready to surrender and feel them. I’m ready to kneel and kiss the ground they rest upon. I’m ready to shower them with offerings, with flowers and prayers of gratitude and reverence, and, I promise to cherish, adore, honor, and listen to them. Always.
I promise not to turn my cheek on them, even if it takes time to exhale after the potential shock of feeling and hearing them. I will acknowledge them. I will always breathe into my capacity to meet the intelligence of my resistance, and I will always offer my breath to courage, asking for the strength to listen and follow.
I am done healing, and I am ready to live.
Every healed state I’ve longed for is in the embers within, waiting for me to grant them permission to crackle and blaze as they will. I now know this.
I am done healing. I'm done thinking about what I want to be, who I will become, and that what I need is outside and beyond me.
I’m ready to wake up to my magic – in my heart, in my body, in my p*ssy, and of life. I am ready to live radiantly. I am ready to live unabashedly
I will no longer apologize for who I am.
I now know the fire of the dark feminine woman has always been there.
The embers have been alive and well within me, but I, holding my breath, is what has snuffed out the flames. But now, I refuse to not breathe fully, to not exist fully, to not take up the space that my grandness has the potential to fill.
Now, I refuse to not fan these sacred flames with every ounce of my being
This is my life. This is my body, and I will not let either slip through the cracks without savoring what they both have to offer.
I bow down to me. This is my most sacred dark feminine affirmation to the dark feminine woman within me.
I surrender to the dark feminine woman’s p*ssy fire flames of my Goddess-given rights, that have been begging me to let them blaze free.
I bow down to me, and I set myself free.
Beautiful woman, know your power, and your royal worth because you, your body, heart, and soul truly are.
With Marigold love,
Abby
