Creating Peace Through Balance

On Feeling the Rage of Generations of Women

Recently, I was at a party and the conversation turned to the problems within our country. It wasn’t necessarily a political conversation, though parts of it went that way. As soon as the conversation started, people scattered like cockroaches in the light. (This is a very NYC expression, I realize…) Others kept trying to interrupt and stop us from speaking, but I told them it was ok and to leave us alone or participate because these conversations can be healthy and are extremely important to have.

Though I was speaking to people who had political ideations that are approximately 180 degrees opposite of mine, I was looking to understand their (perceived) experience. I also wanted to get to the root of what they feel needs to be fixed within the country and the world. When we take the time to listen to others and their perspectives, new solutions begin to show themselves. We start to see where we agree, and not just where we differ.

As conversation progressed, I brought up the subject of women’s rights. The men I was speaking with asked where I perceived that I didn’t have equal rights in this country, as I explained that legally, I don’t. (Though I realize I speak from a very privileged place because of the color of my skin.) When I mentioned wage gap, they completely lost the ability to hear.

One of them said this issue is imaginary—made up by the media, and the other began to list women he knows that make beaucoup bucks. I tried explained that if a man held any of those jobs, they would be making up to 30% more, to start. I also shared that I personally had experienced this issue and I reminded them that they were speaking to an actual woman who had been in the workforce for many years—as an employee and as a consultant. Not only had it happened to me, but most of the other women I had met in said workforce. Nothing was being heard, and they were trying to invalidate my experience at every turn.

I realized that I was speaking to people who had ingested a decent amount of alcohol and/or were chronically incapable of having reciprocal conversation. I’ve known these people a long time, so my analysis was not just based on a single meeting. This is why I was not particularly upset. In fact, they both seemed a little upset, and this is where the conversation broke apart.

However, that night, as I was winding down and reflecting on the day, the rage of a thousand voices came through me. I was pissed off. Really pissed off—on behalf of myself, womankind, and all of those who have had their voices silenced by men who “knew better.”

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On behalf of myself and those who have ever been voiceless, I am tired of being discounted.
I am tired of not being heard when my voice counts. I am tired of men telling me what to do and how I should look at things when my experience is right there on the table. (I should add that this has never worked to actually silence me, but they keep trying!)


I was feeling intense rage, but it was not just mine. It was the rage of women and the voiceless across time and space. People who were told (or shown) that they had to silence their voices because their experience was not what it seemed.

“Oh, he only did that because he loves you.”

“You deserved it.”

“Your clothing caused it.”

“That’s not true.”

“Father would never hurt you, he is a man of God.”

Experiences like this one show us the next  layer of where the Work is—within each of us and for the Collective. Our Work is not only in the conversations, but in moving through the emotions that these interactions bring, by allowing the space for the complete range of emotion—and not just the pleasant ones. We are—all of us—ushering back the Divine Feminine, and after all, goddess wouldn’t be complete without her Kali aspect!

Anger is the catalyst for change, and we are witnessing and being channels for to the return of righteous anger. This type of anger marks the turning point where something goes from being accepted to being unacceptable. Righteous anger is the sound that was just below the surface of his voice when the great Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. spoke.

Chances are that if you are reading this, you have set the intention to make this world a better place, and right now that is partially about being a channel of healing by allowing what needs to come through you to come—even when feeling a certain way doesn’t make sense. Just acknowledging the emotions and allowing them to pass through (instead of stuffing them) clears the issue and emotion for the masses.

Thank you for being here, now.