Dear readers, I have not been writing my blog for quite some time now. I apologize for not keeping up with it. Life has been really busy lately; work, learning tarot and writing my first book. So, I think when the dust settles little bit more, I will be back at it. In meanwhile, I would like to leave you with the poem: “Right to Life” by Marge Piercy, to just reflect on our right to life.
Life is a gift, there is no question about it. In reality, no one owes us anything, not even a life. It is truly a gift, which we often don’t treasure during lifetime. Coming here and learning our life lessons is like winning a lottery. Many souls have to wait before they incarnate into this form.
I am still processing the new anti-abortion law, Supreme Court overturned Roe v. Wade yesterday. I feel such outrage at what took place. Overnight, women became second class citizens. We are being denied the basic right to health care. I know many women understand that access to abortion is a basic health care need for women and her reproductive system. However, many women are spellbound by deep programming about being responsible how much semen she can allow in her body. This blog is in response to anti-abortion rhetoric and also directed at women who need to wake up from their dreams, wipe the sleep from their eyes, have that first cup of coffee or tea, and turn their brain on. Start thinking!
When you cannot think for yourself, others will think for you!Anonymous
The quote above was in response to lawmaker in Utah who explained the importance of women limiting the semen that enters their body if they don’t want to get pregnant now that abortion is illegal. The actual quote is: “I got a text message today saying I should seek to control men’s ejaculations and not women’s pregnancies … I do trust women enough to control when they allow a man to ejaculate inside of them and to control that intake of semen,” – Rep. Karianne Lisonbee”
“I am still amazed by how deep the programming is that women are supposed to handle everything to do with men’s semen and ejaculation, are at cause for men’s sexual behavior and that it is natural and expected for men to have little to no control or responsibility for their sexual arousal or ejaculation.Maya Luna.
My response to Rep. Karianne Lisonbee would not have been as polite as Maya Luna’s. I can’t help but trying to picture what the sex scene would look like between Rep Karianne Lisonbee and her husband Curis Oda. Has she ever allowed herself to loose control and fell into the arms of her beloved? Has she allowed herself to be caressed and ravished by her man? Because if she did, she would have to loose control and trust her man while she is practicing sex safe. In reality, there is always a risk involved no matter how much protection they took together. Unless, the sex scene is more of controlled ejaculation, like masturbation, I can’t imagine how much fun this would be for Rep. Karianne Lisonbee. I can’t help but wonder and trying to picture the scene, after hearing this comment.
I honestly think women do not help themselves a lot of the times, and the famous phrase from A Course in Miracles states we are not the victims of the world we see. This is very true. Turn that switch on, and move those brain muscles. We women can think for ourselves. We have to stop playing nice, and pretend we are powerless, because the truth is we are powerful. If you believe in yourself, you can. Contrary to what we tend to believe, that we are helpless and hopeless, these are ego’s lies. Money is not power, it is another myth, that people with money have power over us. In short, they don’t. Think of Mahatma Gandhi. He had no money, no clothes, no shoes, yet he was powerful, he knew how to command the minds of millions of men and unified them in common goal.
I hope what I have written provided some food for thoughts. We are not the victims of the world we see. We need to stand united for all women.
I will leave you with the poem: “Right to Life” by Marge Piercy.
A woman is not a basket you place your buns in to keep them warm. Not a brood hen you can slip duck eggs under. Not the purse holding the coins of your descendants till you spend them in wars. Not a bank where your genes gather interest and interesting mutations in the tainted rain, any more than you are. You plant corn and you harvest it to eat or sell. You put the lamb in the pasture to fatten and haul it in to butcher for chops. You slice the mountain in two for a road and gouge the high plains for coal and the waters run muddy for miles and years. Fish die but you do not call them yours unless you wished to eat them. Now you legislate mineral rights in a woman. You lay claim to her pastures for grazing, fields for growing babies like iceberg lettuce. You value children so dearly that none ever go hungry, none weep with no one to tend them when mothers work, none lack fresh fruit, none chew lead or cough to death and your orphanages are empty. Every noon the best restaurants serve poor children steaks. At this moment at nine o’clock a partera is performing a table top abortion on an unwed mother in Texas who can’t get Medicaid any longer. In five days she will die of tetanus and her little daughter will cry and be taken away. Next door a husband and wife are sticking pins in the son they did not want. They will explain for hours how wicked he is, how he wants discipline. We are all born of woman, in the rose of the womb we suckled our mother’s blood and every baby born has a right to love like a seedling to sun. Every baby born unloved, unwanted, is a bill that will come due in twenty years with interest, an anger that must find a target, a pain that will beget pain. A decade downstream a child screams, a woman falls, a synagogue is torched, a firing squad is summoned, a button is pushed and the world burns. I will choose what enters me, what becomes of my flesh. Without choice, no politics, no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield, not your uranium mine, not your calf for fattening, not your cow for milking. You may not use me as your factory. Priests and legislators do not hold shares in my womb or my mind. This is my body. If I give it to you I want it back. My life is a non-negotiable demand.