When I saw this photo of myself I was taken by the intensity. And, I immediately knew the intimidation, confusion and curiosity I have invoked in so many people along my path. And then, I saw this poem and so many things clicked for me.
“Don’t date a Mystic if you want the life you have. If you are comfortable and cozy, stay away. Whatever you have built around yourself to create comfort: it cannot stand in the blazing fire of a mystical woman.
She is no trophy. She is no bodily pleasure-maker. She is the seer of souls. She is the womb that births the divine into the flesh and bone of matter.
She doesn’t mean to burn your village to the ground, but she has seen what you are meant to become. You are not a peasant shearing sheep, as you have thought. You are a king dressed in rags who has amnesia.
It is her assumption that you have come to be reborn. If you haven’t, turn back now, while the world you know still exists.
If she touches you, and all the voices on the wind go silent, if you feel you are in a snow globe when you embrace her, she is your destroyer. She will destroy the false idol you see in the mirror. She will smash it open because it is your prison. If you wish to stay there, she will shatter you another way. She will leave.
A mystic may not for long engage with that which is too small for her, unless she is nurturing a seedling into its destiny. But the seed must be capable of fulfilling its own potential.
Everybody wants the magic, but nobody wants the Mystery, the schooling: a thing that must be lived in a place where book knowledge has no meaning, for all books are manuals to the world you already know. That means, the well-honed intellect — the masculine theory of reason — will not save you, cannot free you. It is for a world whose time is over.
The Mystery, by its very nature, must show you what has never been seen, never been written, never been known, because before you were forged, it was impossible. The arts of women have been called the dark arts for too long, and they are the keys to infinity. Infinite form. Infinite being. Infinite life.
The art of far sight.
The art of inner knowing.
The art of sign-reading.
The art of deep feeling.
The art of song and circles.
The art of intuition.
The art of frequency translation.
The healing arts.
The art of kitchen witchery.
The art of communion.
The art of sacred story weaving.
The art of creation and manifestation.
And others too wild to name.
If your dreams are not filled with the Mystery, you are better off with a normal girl, because a mystic will see things that are invisible to you. She will feel things that you cannot feel beneath the layers of numbness you have wrapped yourself in. She will call upon your true self, your real soul, and she will sing it down into you, into herself, and life will never be the same.”
Much of my dating experience has been a whirlwind of unavailable disappointments. Some relationships lasted years and yet didn’t fulfill me. Other short lived relationships were wild interactions of passion and curiosity. People have wandered into my life, and then wandered out and after what seems like endless first dates, dating has become relaxed and a game of curiosity. There are no reasons to be nervous when you know yourself well. Old nerves, frustrations, lies and cold heartedness only mirrored my own emotional and physical unavailability. Healing and learning were my responsibility. Allowing my walls to soften and my femininity to enter, vs. the masculine that was demanded of me, all had to be learned.
There’s still hope inside this heart knowing that my deepest desire is to be in a relationship. One that feeds my soul and challenges my wandering spirit.
When I saw this poem by Allison Nappi so many things became clear to me. Understanding more of myself in the totality of what it means to be a mystical woman gave me an understanding why relationships haven’t worked. This delightful poem revealed what it’s like to actually be with me.
The seer of possibilities. My optimistic attitude can be “annoying” after a while and it is my trust in the universe to provide everything that needed and wanted. We have been custom designed to be exactly where we are in the moment and no matter the frustration, excitement, love and passion that is in the moment, we are divinely meant to be here.
The unraveling of where we are only gives truth and foundation to where we are going.
And no matter how much the human confusion runs rampant in my life, I will only see possibility for myself and the humans that choose to walk by my side.
The divine female is the untamed storm of clarity. No matter how much you want to ground your roots, when you truly choose to encounter the storm it will be a wild ride until the winds die down and clear skies of hope are all that remain.
Dating a mystic can’t be easy and it will be worth it.
Photo by Kat Lennartz
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