The Tower of Power - A Series
I am sharing my secret writings on feminine structural power....
The Tower is a symbol of feminine power, strength, wisdom and structure….
I recently held a container to explore this archetype, and how it went from meaning the ‘Fortress of the Feminine’ - The ‘Magdala’ to a place of ruin and loss.
First I want to share with you some of the personal musings I percolated beforehand…
Tonight, I'm here on my sofa reminiscing about my 'past lives'
One thing I've been coming to terms with recently is the divergence between my life experience and a lot of the people around me.
Many magical women, who are highly sensitive, creative and oracular, have come up exclusively through feminine spiritual embodiment worlds.
They have only sat in circles, done yoga, massage, dance, herbs, travelled the world on a prayer and a shoestring.
This energy is beautiful, and much needed in the world.
But it's not the WHOLE world. There is a full half left out.
THE STRUCTURAL FEMININE ENTERS TO TAKE CENTER STAGE….
Structural feminine magic is high stakes creativity, crazy daring success, it is the ability to move with and within power, and to shape reality, not always be 'flowed' and shaped by events.
I often say I am in my 'post spiritual' era (I've had a few of them) but this is different. I have no interest in a feminine frequency that's cobbled together in a kind of ancestral-indigenous-trad-wife-circle-of-empowerment kind of way. I don't judge it, I just have no desire to participate in it. Nor am I inspired by online 'game shows' that makes money into a casino slot machine, that you just put x amount in, and et voila out comes a million dollars.
there is something....like a crack emerging....that feels enticing to me, and honestly I can't say quite what it is.
But I know that something is forming, and it feels BIG.
I am only called by The Tower now.
So this evening finds me thinking on an event I want to hold, in a renovated old inn here in the mountains, that looks like something out of an old forties Hollywood movie, where lovers meet and women know how to hold their form...
I have started to write an essay, and I want to share a part of it with you here, in my private 'secret society'....
The Tower of Power
I remember when I first moved to London in my mid-twenties and got invited to my first exclusive private party for a well-known luxury brand, and I LOVED it. My friends and I spent hours in hair and make-up beforehand, and I was totally blown away when we got a free goodie bag stacked with the kind of luxury make-up I couldn’t afford in real life.
During the evening, a little bit drunk, my friends dared me to approach a big-name celebrity and talk to them, and of course I obliged, strolling up to the VIP area, past the cool leather sofas where the “it” people were hanging out, as my friends watched, crying with laughter, as I introduced myself to the bemused star who was trying to figure out who I “was”… we had such a ball.
This was a time when I was sleeping in the living room of my best friend’s flat, with a tiny Ikea wardrobe in the corner. Sometimes I’d wake up at 3 in the morning, to people arriving for an impromptu afterparty, and I would sit up in my M&S pajamas and smoke cigarettes for a while until I fell back to sleep in a haze of nicotine, loud dance music, chattering voices and wild laughter….
Within a decade you couldn’t have paid me to go to one of those parties, even though I had a million high-end invites stacking up on my desk.
I wasn’t interested in freebies, however luxury, or being in glittering parties with strangers, and I certainly didn’t care about the latest “celebrity”.
Occasionally, on a weekend I’d wake up to some famous person calling me on my personal mobile to ask for career advice, and I would lay in bed in my PJ’s, gazing out of the bedroom window, looking over a beautiful garden, and talk them through their options. I could have sold the contents of the call for many thousands to the tabloids. But that was not something I would do.
One of my jobs was to interview celebrities for magazines and newspapers, and in the right circumstances (without PR’s breathing down my neck) we would end up chatting for hours, and the interview would end up in a kind of spiritual apotheosis.
In that funny way the world works, the energetics were perfect, because I was not star struck or impressed with their status, and I could meet them and hold the power of their place in the world, and what they were experiencing, in a kind of high stakes creativity that most people will rarely comprehend or come close too.
I was also not a fawner. Once a high-profile man recounted an evening of conversation with me as “one of the worst nights of my life.” I was astounded. I thought I was being perfectly friendly, and had only jousted with him on a couple of crucial points, in the name of accuracy and the fun of late night, drunken debating.
Once I had to get a very famous “Grande Dame” Hollywood star off the phone, because the plumber had arrived.
I’d called her for a 20-minute chat, as she was in a hotel room getting ready for the Oscars, but she obviously had time on her hands, as hours later we were still at it. She was wickedly funny, smart, gossipy – everything you’d want from a real deal lady. Eventually I had to tell her, "I love this call, but my toilet needs attending too, and that has to take precedence."
She understood. You don’t drop the word “toilet” in that situation without good reason. I explained, in London, plumbers were more high value than stars.
Our experience of power transforms and evolves as we do.
But for many people, especially women, they have never been invited into the conversation.
They have been fed some cartoonish programming of “power bad, women with power evil” – and then they just go about trying to be good and nice and "spiritual" with their fingers crossed.
They are tapping to regulate their nervous system, yoga-ing, making vision boards, meditating, reading spiritual books, “facing” their wounds, posting for peace, pulling oracle cards.
In all of the searching and seeking, they have never been directed towards that secret stash of raw feminine power under the bed, that is their true primordial creator. Their "Panther Glamour".
The texts and lineages that would have taught them how to drive this power and grow thriving roots from their aching, human hearts, are missing. Burned. Banished. Gone.
They will never learn to experience that moment when they meet a dark and terrifying stranger in a dark alley of their psyche – who has their power imprisoned, and is in fact a part of them.
Holding power is like forging a strong cup that can hold water. When you build the vessel it does the job for you, time and time again. You can rely on its structure.
Being literate with the languages of power, influence, structure, instinctual hierarchy (not the same as “patriarchy”) is like a muscle that can build over time and initiation and testing.
Once it can carry you safely in one direction, it can be applied in other areas, and then you can start to ascend The Tower in ways that transform your life with integrity and elegant speed.
My nervous system got to a point that it could lay on chaise longue and relax during in depth conversations with celebrities and power players, but would still melt during difficult conversations with my mother.
Slowly, surely, with structural magic, I learned to meet the moment as an adult woman, with her wits about her, not as a scared child still living in my inner ruins, fumbling to switch the light on.
The Tower is rich like black velvet or strong dark chocolate. It is satiating. It does not ‘nourish you’. It forges you, so you are a magnet for what you truly desire to become.
You often surprise yourself in there, as you shed the programmed identities you had mistaken as "you".
Your desire, ambition, 'pleasure sniffs,' ambush you with delight.
Sometimes how we long for the easy way, when the Prince rescues us from The Tower (he's a tantra coach into polarity) and we can just let the world happen to us as we swoon in surrender.
But you are not here to submit, but to summon.
You are a Queen ready to walk with true Kings...
Your Maiden longs for the structure of her own majesty.
Go towards the ocean waves, and I'll meet you there....
In The Power of Love, x Seren
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