Every Woman I Know Needs to Read This

Women, our hearts have been held hostage, this is ever more apparent in not only my own experience, but the world reflected and the paths I’ve been led on. You have an intuitive, creative, wild heart that longs to be expressed. You are a gift to this world and it is time that you were heard. It is time that your voice was unleashed.

So, I’m going to pretend I’m a Jungian expert today after just over a week of dream guidance and share with you your story, our story as I had it revealed to me. If you haven’t seen the movie, 27 Dresses, this is your ticket to finding your hidden self in 1 hour and 51 minutes.

I mentioned that I’ve a dream guide. He is very knowledgeable in Jungian dream analysis and an excellent intuitive guide. At the same time, I began reading, “Women Who Run with the Wolves,” which also uses Jungian dream theory to decipher old tales to understand the psyche of the lost wild woman.

Then, on leap day, I found myself watching 27 Dresses. It’s funny, and I’m no longer a believer in coincidence. I've felt drawn to watch that movie since it came out, yet I never did. I waited for the perfect moment so I could fully absorb the message to my soul. Here’s what your soul is calling forth.

Jane, played by Katherine Heigl (who, for the record and ties to myself, was born Mormon, so much more the fitting into synchronicity and the message of the repressed feminine, for that religion, with it’s guise of feminine honor through acknowledgement of Heavenly Mother, keeps the feminine perfectly in her place, the ultimate religious predator and sweet mother), Jane is you, the repressed wild, knowing woman. She has creative instincts that have been sorely mis directed. She sees romance all around her and marvels in it. She gravitates to some form of creation and love through her adoration of weddings, her ability to find a bride and help make that woman’s day perfect.

Is she a wedding planner? No. Her intuition is so repressed that she doesn’t even have the foresight to turn her passion into her abundance. Instead, she gives and gives and depletes her magic for the happiness and joy of others, convincing herself it’s for her too.

She works as an assistant to the CEO of Urban Everest, George. She knows George like she knows each of these brides, catering to his every whim, anticipating his needs before he’s even aware he has them. 

Jane is lost. She’s lost her needs and wants, throwing herself into making everyone else happy. This is a common way the wild feminine intuition is subdued.

George is prince charming. This lofty idea that’s not grounded in reality or the passion of polarity. The relationship is so much of a mothering nature, George will NEVER see Jane as a possible companion. In forsaking her wild nature, she’s lost all mysterious intrigue that would awaken his heart and his shakti.

Into her life, Jane’s sister Tess flies. The darling she has tended and kept safe since her mother’s death, and yes, that early demise played a large role in Jane’s losing her wild knowing intuition. Without a guide, what is she to do but mimic her father’s supportive nature and care for the sister who is free to connect more intuitively to her own feminine power because Jane has taken care of everything.

Tess isn’t an adversary like we normally would position such a woman who comes in and steals the heart of our man. Like Jolene, she is simply being her magnetic self. It’s upon first glance that George can sense her freedom of creative and sensual expression. He cannot help to be drawn to a woman so fully in her sensuality, her beauty.

Tess, is Jane’s shadow. She is the parts of Jane that have been hidden away… relegated to sunny California while Jane makes it in the phallic city of New York. Tess is innocent, too innocent. While she naturally possesses magnetism and beauty, she lacks practicality and honesty which happens when the shadow is repressed. While she catches George at first glance, she keeps him through deception, through concealing her naivety.

What caught me literally by the throat was watching Jane literally swallow her own story in the face of her sister’s happiness. When Tess and George first lock eyes in front of her, she exits to an “alleyway” to scream, “Fuck! No fucking way!” Ironically, she screams this to a party of people celebrating a 50th wedding anniversary. Her subconscious screams at her to wake up to what she truly wants.

And yet, this is the only time she screams, to no one for whom it will matter in making her happy. She is confining her expression as ever to anyone but herself. When I watched her swallow her truth in the face of her sweet baby sister, I felt my throat literally constrict. As she shoves her mouth full of waffles to keep from letting loose her true feelings, the destructive patterns of suppressing feminine expression through childish numbing punch the feminine knowing right in the solar plexus.

In walks the Animus.This masculine figure meant to provoke the feminine into her wild knowing. Drawing and repelling her simultaneously. Kevin Doyle, a wedding column writer, sees her secret outburst of anger and, like the true recognizer of the wild woman, is magnetized. He wants to know her. His role as her psyche is to provoke & support:  “Wake the fuck up, girl!” He pushes all of her buttons, angers her, rouses her emotions like she’s never allowed them to be roused. She’s so angry at his challenging of her romantic notions, forcing her to face her own delusion. He pursues her, as any good Animus, without directly engaging her or giving her a choice, always pinning her into reflecting on her inner world by provoking her in her outer world. He’s not prince charming. He will not sweep her into her perfect life, but he will get her to loosen her curls and unleash her wild woman, even though she, “never does things like this, EVER!”

In all of this, there is also a feminine wild guide, Jane’s sidekick Casey. Casey knows all the dirty little secrets Jane is hiding. She knows how much Jane pines for their boss. Casey manages to find herself somehow tagging along to these weddings with Jane, but not to support the bride as Jane, always to party and snag one of the groomsmen. She is wild, showing up to work in a somewhat business-like, creatively fused ensemble of her bridesmaid’s dress and the groomsman’s shirt. She’s a little bit, “I don’t give a fuck.” This “I don’t give a fuck!” is absolutely necessary to access and utilize the wild, knowing woman. Without a bit of, “devil may care,” there is not audacity to stand up for what the wild feminine heart truly wants, to make her own delicious creations and dreams a reality. Casey has no moral compass, as is more inclined to a feminine knowing, for she can see that there’s never a blanket statement of right or wrong, that things are as they are, nature moves. What’s beneficial one day is detrimental the next. Follow what feels right rather than what is set in stone tablets.

I have to note that at one point Casey is wearing a serpent necklace, a sign of so much the wild, witchy woman, the magic maker, the healer, and the rise of the sexual force of kundalini. She is later, in more of a priestess role, wearing a dress with roses, a sign of the Magdalene knowing from the rose lineage, a powerful priestess line from Lilith to Inanna to Isis where true feminine power moves like venus and blossoms like a rose with strong thorns.

Jane… Jane is at odds with herself. She is faced with all of the repressed parts of her psyche as she watches her own supposed dream fall apart right before her eyes. And, she takes on her chosen role with a forced smile. She grins and bears it, clamping her mouth shut, sweetly nodding and fulfilling her sister’s every request.

Until… her sister takes their mother’s wedding dress, the hope of dreams fulfilled, the representation of every ounce of Jane’s deepest desires for being the bride, the one whose every wish is fulfilled and heart is met in that perfect moment of seeing her sole met at the end of an isle betwixt a sea of faces that are all looking at her whilst she looks at everything she’s ever wanted waiting for her… this hope, Tess cuts to pieces, literally deconstructing Jane’s dreams, pulling them apart to force her to confront herself. In this, Jane loses her shit. The wild woman can no longer be contained. She has been through it, acquiescing EVERYTHING, but she will go no further. Tess, her shadow, has become the enemy.

Often, in this kind of realization, this seeing the shadow no longer as the sweet child that needs to be protected, but the selfish child that steals and destroys all hopes and dreams, it is natural to want to destroy that child, to rip her to shreds.

Jane is in a fiery rampage, incinerating everything, burning it to ashes, which is what must happen for her to pull all the truth from the fires of alchemy, turning the lead that has weighed her down into gossamer gold wings.

Jane’s destruction is to reveal her sister, shine the light on the shadow to the entire world. Here I am in all my messy glory!!! Here the fuck I am.

She takes on a physical transformation throughout this, after letting her hair down and getting wild with the Animus, for he sees what’s going on and supports her as she explores her heart, carries her in her drunken exploration and sings with her as she lets her creativity and spontaneity first make a scene. He even literally coaches her in saying, “No,” for he sees that she has given up her will by always saying yes to everyone but herself.

When she steps into her role as the destroyer, Jane finally pulls herself together. No longer in half flattering business attire with hair somewhat composed, she is a bombshell in black! People notice her. She’s no longer a wall flower. She’s a siren and she fucking sings.

Tess is undone, all of her guises revealed and George no longer will have her. Of course, the shadowy child throws her tantrum, raging at being revealed and no longer being coddled into half living her life, yes, the shadow cannot live the dream, even if that’s what it appears. Tess did not steal Jane’s dream, she was compromising too.

With Tess out of the picture, George calls Jane in to be his date for a gala, part of her assistant duties. Jane shows up, again as a black bombshell, smiling and accommodating. She can’t fully break the mold, yet. As she goes to fulfill a request, George says, “You never say ‘no’ to me. That’s why I love you.” The words she’s clung to, the morsels of affection that she’s fueled her not even half lived life wake her up. “I quit!” She turns to George. Finally, she says what she’s always felt and why she’s stayed in a crummy assistant position far too long in the hopes that he’d one day see her for more than an assistant.

At this, he kisses her. Everything she’s ever wanted. She finally made it happen. She got her dream by speaking her truth.

But it’s not her dream. The kiss holds no passion, not depth of feeling because it was an idea composed by her ego rather than a pull of the heart. George is not where her heart is.

When the unawakened feminine finally comes to her knowing, she often struggles with this, knowing where her heart truly lies. She can look through a sea of faces and not know by sight which way is her love. But, if she stops, if she quiets all of the other voices, her heart will sing to her.

Jane runs! She finds her heart and she declares her knowing, not knowing how the heart’s call will respond.

Animus is transformed as Kevin reveals that he has loved her all along. All the provoking and taunting and antagonism was her heart calling her, leaving flowers to awaken her mystery, destroying her well planned week to make way for spontaneity and magic, compulsion and freedom, all parts of the wild knowing woman that must be fed in order for her to have the courage to speak her truth and seize her own dream.

A year later, she is finally walking down the isle. Kevin chokes at her beauty and when she stands before him, he asks, “Is this everything you wanted.”

“No.” she replies.

“It’s more.”

The magic of claiming, or shouting, or expressing, of following the knowing heart leads to more than we can ever imagine. The universe has so much more in store for the wild woman than she can comprehend. This is the power of awakening to a path that is set before the woman who is willing to wander, naked, sometimes afraid, dancing, and singing through the forest.

The wild woman must leap!

What a leap day celebration of my own awakening. I have buried myself in people pleasing, shame, shoulds, and more that have kept my wild heart caged. There was some truth in much of my young life, but the deeper, scarier truths I feared to say. 

I have withheld the true expression of my heart even from myself. Where this truth cannot help but come through is through song. For a time it was singing songs that met my heart, but I’ve found that when I sing my own song, it becomes a map to my heart.

If you are ready to awaken the song in your heart, message me today to begin your vocal awakening journey through the body, through the heart, and through the spirit.

This is a deeply transformative and healing experience.

Find your shadow and sing to her.

Find the creativity within and unleash it through sound and song.

No matter your experience level, this is about vocal expression and empowerment.