He was not completely aligned with what was unfolding, but the woman’s declarations felt real. Deep in his heart, he recognised it was the truth.
With the lady still staring deep into his eyes, he wanted to say something, so he asked:
“Are you sure you have the right guy?”
Without answering, she turned and walked away.
He followed her.
“If it’s time for women to rule the world again, why are you telling this to me, a twenty-eight-year-old man?” Richard asked.
Stopping in her tracks and spinning around, she looked Richard dead in the eye as she said:
“Because of that. Because you are a twenty-eight-year-old man.”
The soft look had dropped from her face, as she scolded Richard.
Grasping the seriousness of the moment, he quickly followed her and asked for more insight. It was all a bit much for him to take in.
The woman ambled to a set of fairy trees to the side of the site, but very much in the open. Richard’s grandmother had told him about the fairy trees of Ireland, and how they were highly protected and held sacred as gateways to the underground world of the faeries.
Getting to the twin fairy trees, she sat down, motioning Richard to sit beside her. With their backs to one tree each, she opened her bag and pulled out a bunch of long thin green leaves, which she called “rushes.”
Folding the rushes into each other, one by one, making a pattern, the woman started to talk in a more composed manner:
“Women are beautiful and pure. They have an aura about them and an inner warmth that can light up a room. The power of a feminine woman is one of the strongest powers we have on this planet. We have all witnessed this. No matter the man, his title, his wealth, his access, when a beautiful feminine woman walks across his path he will be brought to a standstill, forced to swallow. He will need to gulp down the lump in his throat as he admires her strength and power. Like a lioness strutting across the plains, all life within vision will know the direction of her movement and admire her as she purrs and strides towards her destination.”
As a red-blooded male, with a high sexual appetite, Richard completely understood.
The lady continued to paint the picture:
“The beauty of a woman is that inner beauty. It is a deep resonating power that is channelled from the core of the Earth and oozes up through the soles of her feet and out of every pore, creating that simple smile and those sparkling eyes. No amount of makeup, dressing up or jewellery can recreate that beauty. It can’t be faked or copied. It can’t be controlled or caged. This is the definition of power and all can feel it.
The knees on show, the straight back, the bottom and breasts perked out, head held high, lips slightly apart with a cheeky smile and long hair falling down her slightly arched back.”
Richard did not really know where the woman was going with this, but he listened intently, watching her weather-beaten hands as she moved the rushes through them.
As she talked, she continued to grab for one rush at a time and fold them into formation.
“Our Mother, the Earth, needs women to obtain and reclaim their femininity. Men with their machine minds have diminished it over generations.”
Richard noticed a very distinct pattern appeared in the rushes as she folded them.
“These machine minds are destroying our Earth, as they search for the next profit from their short-term goals. Their short-termism is leading to the long-term death and destruction of our planet and all its animal, plant, human and other inhabitants.
The rushes were loosely forming into a square-like pattern as she continued folding whilst talking.
“A woman is a feeling creature. She understands the long-term impact of decisions. She considers the children and the environment that will be left for them. She values long-term health and safety over short-term profits. Her family, her surroundings and their health and safety are her focus. Their protection is her natural instinct.”
Focusing on her hands as she talked, she continued to reach for rushes from her bag and weave them together.
“As a result, the great Mother, our Earth, has called to the feminine power of women to protect her. She is creaking and depleted. She is sick and tired. She needs protection from man. The only thing that can neutralise masculinity is femininity. Mother Earth is now calling on her soul sisters to come to her aid.”
As the woman said that, she stopped what she was doing and glanced towards Richard. He was absorbing every word.
“I’m with you. I get it,” he said, sensing her looking at him.
She continued, softening her tone to a more calming voice:
“Mankind as a race must now elevate the feminine woman into all positions of power, in all industries. In politics, in government, in law, in health and in finance. All over the world. The patriarchy and its short-sighted focus on profits and the feeding of their greed at the expense of everything else, is leading to the ruin of this planet. Starvation, poverty, dis-ease, war, division, mutilation and deforestation. These have all fed the machine of men and provided them with the profits they so desperately crave.”
“But no more,” she continued. “As far as the destruction of the planet is concerned, we are now in the endgame. Feminine women must look within themselves and say: ‘Stop! No more. You are destroying my home—the home of my children. Now, it is time to think bigger, wider and more sustainably. Now, I must take control. My Mother has called me to return.’”
Richard was distracted for a moment as two young boys ran past, with their mother hurriedly following, with an anxious look on her face. The old lady scanned the scene intently, without missing a breath as she continued to talk whilst weaving the rushes.