They Are Wrong About You

A young girl marched up the steps to St. Mary’s Cathedral in the middle of a not church day. She had business with God. She climbed the back stairs leading to the balcony where the choir sang. She loved singing and the church from up there.

God, she said. I’ve decided that your priests, my Mom maybe Dad, the teachers, everybody is lying to me about You. I can feel you God…you are Love. They’re wrong about You, they say You want things and that You don’t love me if I don’t give them to You. I’ve decided I’m not coming back to church like a good girl anymore. I might not be able to believe in You if I keep coming here. (That's me in the middle of the picture)

The young girl in me who spoke to God in such a matter of fact way never left the room. When I left the Cathedral, a supposed House of God, leaving God behind, I stepped consciously for the first time, into my spirit body, my Truth. A long tall girl with a glow, an inner knowing. My eyes kept no secrets though my mouth learned self discipline the hard way too early and I grew angry. I was a grown woman before I remembered this young girl.

When a women comes into her menopausal years she will face anything she left unresolved as the girl who began menstruating. If she wears (and we do) coping mechanisms that sprang up during childhood, those coping mechanisms have become destructive mechanisms. For example, the woman who gave of herself no matter the cost to herself will, in menopause, be inviting chronic illness into her body with this stance. In this phase of our lives we will live our Truth, come from our higher self, or our bodies will no longer support a joyful life.

These days human kind is going through menopause.