Part 2: Ladies and Gentlemen, Together We Can Save America from Rockefeller's Women's Lib
Has "girl power" propaganda stolen our daughters' joy and our sons' will?
In Part 1 of this series: Masculine Excellence or Misogyny—Is Andrew Tate the Antidote to Rockefeller’s Artificial Insemination of Women’s Lib?”, I discussed the psychological operation performed on the West when elite banking families artificially ignited the Women’s Lib movement with millions of dollars of carefully crafted marketing. In so doing, they harnessed its momentum for their own aims—to double the taxable workforce and increase the State’s control over children. The current transgender psy-op is related to this original agenda to shape the populace for their purposes.
The gender war is the touchiest and most confusing topic a writer can take on these days…that is, until Andrew Tate and Tucker Carlson attacked it so eloquently.
I urge you to read Part 1 before proceeding. This topic is too nuanced to handle in one article. If you jump in at the middle you might also jump to short-sighted conclusions.
Additionally, if the phrase “The Divine Masculine (or Feminine) Archetype” is foreign to you, I especially urge you to start at the beginning of the discussion.
The responses I got to Part 1 were interestingly enthusiastic. My favorite was “Eryn, I’m salivating for Part 2”. So let’s dive in.
What would the Women’s Lib movement have looked like if it had grown organically, without the taint of the controlling elite who meant it to enslave rather than liberate? What if the movement had elevated women as equal while also honoring all that is feminine, rather than brainwashing women to be more like men?
As I pondered this, a 30 year old memory flashed into consciousness.
It was 1990 and I was 14 years old, shipped off to church summer camp in northern Minnesota for an epic trek through the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness. The Boundary Waters is roughly 1 million acres of 1,100 lakes and forest situated along 150 miles of our border with Canada, only accessible by canoe.
I was a small-town girl from South Dakota and had little experience with outdoorsmanship. But when you’re 14, all you care about is boys, and these canoe trips were famed for giving students a chance to meet a summer crush. So I was excited.
Campers were divided into groups of 3 boys and 3 girls, lead by a college-aged boy who was in charge of teaching us how to get back in the canoe if we tipped it over, and how to portage the canoes over our heads while wearing heavy packs. He would guide us for 3 days and many miles of the Boundary Waters with no connection to civilization except a satellite radio.
I immediately decided I had a crush on our guide, with his tanned and muscled arms and his calming cadence of speech. I set out to woo him the only way I knew how—I volunteered to carry the camp stove for the duration of the trip, which was the heaviest backpack. Read that again.
I’m a high school GIRL and my attempt to win over the affections of a BOY was to CARRY THE HEAVIEST BACKPACK.
I was not a 3 year-old trying to prove that I could lift heavy objects without help from mommy. I was 14, with a full measure of female hormones coursing through my veins, and for some reason my first instinct to flirt was to pick up something heavy. Why?
Because it was the 90s, the Feminist movement was rolling like a steam engine through American culture, and the primary message women were told about our value was that we were STRONG and could do anything a man could do, but better.
Men, I ask you—if you were a gorgeous, athletic 19-year-old college kid with a normal measure of testosterone, would your attraction to a female be increased by her desire to step ahead of the other three boys on the trip and insist on carrying the heaviest backpack? In the moment I did that, I took away every boy’s chance to show off to the girls and be chivalrous. It wasn’t naturally feminine behavior. Today it would be called “girl power”. But I assure you, all I did was demonstrate that I was stubborn, and clueless about how to attract a boy.
Could I be faulted? Society was not teaching me my femininity was an asset. I learned the power of a low neckline and a short skirt. But that’s not femininity—that’s just exposed skin.
In the 80s and 90s (and even more so now) that Rockefeller propaganda machine was grooming girls to believe that femininity was to be overcome by embracing more masculine traits—strength, drive to make money and climb the corporate ladder, and above all—competitiveness with everyone else. We all knew we were competing with Japan for better SAT scores, competing with each other for college scholarships, and competing with boys because Gloria Steinem told us to.
We knew our goal was to get on birth control as fast as possible and graduate from college so we could wear suits with shoulder pads, move to the city and sit in cubicles in a high rise. My favorite movies were about sexy women at the top of the ladder: Working Girl with Melanie Griffith and Top Gun with Kelly McGillis.
I didn’t wait until after college to get the suit with shoulder pads. I had a closet full of suits at 14.
The Strongest Women Get all the Boys?
Carrying the stove on the canoe trip didn’t turn the head of the college boy, so I tried harder. I volunteered to be the bowman, or the bow-woman, as it were. The bow is the front of the canoe. Sitting there meant my body would be the first to break the wind for the others. My paddle would hit the water the hardest and provide the slip stream for the other paddlers behind me.
If that wasn’t hard enough, we had torrential rain for the first 48 hours of the trip, which meant most canoers in the area had found campsites early to wait out the storm. We, however, didn’t have the luxury of cutting our day short. We had a minimum number of miles to cover to reach the destination where we would be picked up and taken home the next day.
When we finally did reach our destination the sun was nearly down and we were soaked to the bone, shivering, exhausted and hungry. All the campsites on the island were taken, which left us no choice but to climb back into the canoes and press on…lake after lake, portage after portage.
The rain was coming down in sheets and my arms shook with fatigue. The complainers claimed they were hypothermic. Still, I took the front seat at the bow of the canoe, when all I wanted was to ask for a reprieve from the wind.
To this day, I can remember the tears on my cheeks mixing with the rain as we pushed through the night. I wanted to ask for help but I didn’t. I literally had no idea how to surrender, or be soft. The storm masked the sound of my sobs at the front of the boat.
By the time we finally found an empty campsite at 11pm the other girls were so “hypothermic” they could not help me put up our tent. Once we all crawled inside, their hands shook so hard that they could not undress themselves. I remember peeling off their wet socks for them, pulling their sweatshirts over their heads and putting them in their sleeping bags like they were my little sisters.
I was just as cold and shook just as hard, but I had portrayed myself to be invincible. All to impress a boy. How attractive. How lonely.
Thirty Years Later…
Has anything changed? Yes, it’s gotten worse. Young girls today are even more fierce and warrior-like, even more estranged from their femininity. Young boys, however, have found it and they’re out and proud—wearing their buns and skinny jeans, giving limp handshakes, and squealing like little girls when a bee flies by.
Among single women my age, and there are a LOT of single women my age, the prevailing complaint I hear is that they can’t find a man who is strong enough to make them feel safe.
Ladies, is it no wonder? We spent the last 60 years telling men that we didn’t need them, and the last 20 years barking about how toxic masculinity is.
The irony is that we have become the very thing we claim is so toxic.
We have ignored, if not denied, the natural law of magnetism. As I explained at more length in Part 1—the divine spark that bonds men and women together when they are polarized as feminine/masculine is literally the magic that makes the world go ‘round. It bonds healthy couples, which produces healthy families, who are the backbone of strong communities.
We even see the power of polarity as the spark plug of attraction in long-term homosexual relationships. Invariably, one member of the couple will be more feminine and one more masculine.
Equal Does Not Mean Same
Instead of honoring this beautiful polarity, and spiritually evolving together in our value of each other, we drank the Rockefeller kool-aid. Media changed the connotation of the word equal to the word same. Feminists didn’t preach to us that our roles as mothers were to be more respected. Instead, we ought to downplay motherhood for a corporate job, which meant nannies and daycare workers slid down the ladder below us. They were the blue collars we pitied because they couldn’t cut it in jobs that required more intellect and skill. What a crock of crap. Many working mothers of grown children are regretting being so absent, and admit that good parenting takes far more intellect and skill than their jobs do.
What’s With All the Depressed Libidos?
Ladies, exacerbating the masculine and subduing the feminine aspects of ourselves quite literally repels men at a physical level.
Thank God the desire to procreate is extinctual and overrides most propaganda, or the human race may have died out decades ago.
What man can get it up after years of being worn down and brainwashed about his “toxicity”?
Not to mention that every woman knows she cannot feel physical pleasure unless she’s deeply relaxed. Do you know any deeply relaxed women, (without a glass of wine in their hand?)
Teaching the Divine Archetypes to Teens
Fortunately I learned about the Divine Masculine/Feminine Archetypes before I became a mother, and I thought a lot about how I could teach a better form of sex ed to my son. He’s going into 7th grade this Fall and is just now showing the maturity to grasp the idea.
I started with examples of polarity in nature—the weather, the seasons and how animals behave. We talked about the two halves of the brain and how they work together. Like when he plays piano, his left brain learned the notes and his right brain expresses them with style.
He tells me about how girls and boys act so differently in middle school. I don’t care how much transgender propaganda they’ve heard in the last few years, they’re still behaving like good old fashioned kids (for the most part), and their differences are never more pronounced than in junior high. There is where the dance of polarity begins…
In our small town the hang-out place for co-ed middle schoolers is the weekly Farmer’s Market at the park in the center of town. The boys play soccer and climb the same tree, every week, showing off their growing biceps. The girls do the same thing every week, too—they huddle together in a group, chatting and giggling and watching the boys. It fits the archetypes. The Feminine connects and expresses. The Masculine takes action and directs. If you read your kids’ group chats on their phones, you’ll see the same thing.
By the way, I hope it goes without saying that as a grown-up you already understand that every human has BOTH masculine and feminine qualities. This needs to be thoroughly explained to middle schoolers because their brains are still mush. They jump to black and white conclusions.
As beings who are constantly trying to emulate the Divine, we ought to be spiritually evolving as holistically as possible…..so yes, men are encouraged to get in touch with their feelings. And of course, it’s beneficial to any woman to know how to take care of herself without a man. Yet we’re not asexual animals. We intrinsically feel incomplete without the other, no matter how well-rounded we are.
The Water and the Banks of the River
When I illustrate polarity in nature I tell my son to observe the river that runs through our little town. The water is wild and flowing, soft but powerful, babbling over the rocks and pushing in all directions—sort of like a middle school girl. All ancient cultures see water as a feminine element. The banks of the river are the masculine. They keep the water contained, and safe from flooding the land. The banks guide the water through the valley where it brings life to everything that touches it.
He’s too young to really get it.
Yet, he gets it.
Magnetism is a natural law in his bones. His understanding will become more nuanced as he matures.
Girl Power or Girl Grace?
I haven’t been blessed with a daughter so I cannot suggest how to train up a girl in these confusing times. But I will anyway.
I can also look back on my own childhood and wonder how I would have acted differently I honored femininty. I had no breasts in high school and I was taller than most of the boys. I was all brains and questions. I didn’t even know how to toss my hair. But wow, could I love. I really knew how to love and listen, because my parents had loved and listened. I had a lot to offer a boy, had I only understood that boys were actually attracted to loving girls, not wanna-be warrior queens yelling “I am woman, hear me roar!”.
Mothers, may I suggest that you teach your young lady how to be confident and hold her head high as an expression of how classy she is, not how bitchy she is.
May I suggest you teach her to speak to others with decorum and diplomacy because it’s just a more intelligent approach than being demanding.
Warn your little lady that once she loves a boy, the first thing she’ll do by instinct is set out to improve him. He’ll hate that and ignore her. So she’ll nag some more. He’ll turn his back. She’ll cry. The spark will die. It’s a story as old as Adam and Eve.
She can avoid this by honoring the Divine Masculine in him before she lists his faults. Teach her how to inspire improvement, rather than criticizing him until he’s lost his spine, or worse yet…finds his spine and uses it as a weapon against her. How do you do this, mamas? Model it. Stop nagging your man like you’re his mother/manager. Change your tone of voice. Show gratitude for what you take for granted. Then watch who volunteers to do the dishes tonight.
What if “women rule the world” memes were replaced with a message about the power of perfect collaboration between the sexes. When men and women govern together you get the benefit of their complimentary superpowers in balanced union.
Can we ditch the “power suits” for women? If you’re my age, re-watch the movie Working Girl. When Harrison Ford first sees Melanie Griffith in the bar, wearing a classy A-line cocktail dress while all the women around him are in power suits, he walks up to her and says “You’re the only woman here not dressed like how she thinks a man would dress if he were a woman.”
And for heaven’s sake, mothers—teach your girls that the most flattering clothes for their bodies emulate the feminine principle of flow. You don’t dress like a prostitute to impress a boy. You dress like a willow tree in the wind.
Rockefeller propaganda is still teaching young ladies that the recipe for a successful relationship is to be a competitive masculine warrior by day and a porn star by night.
How’s that working out for us, gals?
If the Women’s Lib movement had been allowed to grow organically, with spiritual reverence for the Divine Feminine, we would have healed what was toxic about masculinity as we ascended in our value. And this is what the world would have looked like…
This is still within our reach.
In Part 3 I will do a deeper dive into the magnetism of healthy sex in healthy couples. I’ll teach women how to feel joy again, and how the energetic battery of their body (and their nether regions) can feel receptive and alive rather than tired and numb. I will also shed some light on the ways that running excessive masculine drive through a feminine body will wreak havoc on our health. Adrenal fatigue need not be a badge of honor for the warrioress.
I will also talk about ways a man can find his inner “little blue pill” for outlook, not just the bedroom. Part 3 will be spicy and stress-relieving….kind of like….well, you know where I’m going with this.
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You are the banks to my river.
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