The goal is union.

Picture me, fanning myself, with a large paper fan. On a porch somewhere. Kinda sweaty.
Catching my breath with you.
It is soooooooo much responsibility to be a woman right now.
Not only is it our task to awaken ourselves. Heal the generations of patriarchal wounding that have been bleeding and festering inside our lineage. Process thousands of years of rage, some ours, some ancestral. Find our way back to ourselves. Our joy, our magnificence.
But — and this is the moment where I sigh most deeply — it is our job to envision and rebuild a different future, not just for ourselves, but for our collective children and their children.
Let’s get real, sisters. What is happening right now, on this earth, the patriarchal world culture is absolutely unsustainable.
And the tools we have been taught, not only do not work, but, they actually reproduce and expand the problems that we currently have.

Reaching for new tools is the only answer.
But that is a nearly impossible ask, for a woman, alone.

Together we have infinite resources. Alone we are impoverished.

Last Thursday, my team and I had a tech walk-through at the venue where we will be holding Mastery, this year. They are new to renting their space, and we are delighted and grateful they’ve made the choice to do it. But. There have been roadblocks. For example, there is a small gathering, during the day at noon, for about 15 people, in the connected space next door. The senior man in charge requested that we be silent or very quiet, during that time.
Now, anyone who has been to one of our events, or even just seen photos of our events, can tell there is nothing quiet about an experience at The School of Womanly Arts. When you are setting pussies free*, quiet has no place in the equation. In fact, pussies have been quiet waaaay too long.
We had a problem.
Now, I love myself a righteous argument.
And the words to that argument go something like, “No way. WTF! I refuse. You rented us your space with no clause in the contract for a 30-minute silence break! We never would have taken this space if we knew that!!”

I could feel my self righteous blood flowing at the thought of spitting out those words.

Breathe, Regena.
The goal is union.
The goal is going higher, together.
The goal is leaving everything and everyone better, because we are there.
The goal is turning on, not turning off.
I dug deep.
Felt inside to the part of me that is deeper and wider even more powerful than my anger.
Surrounded by my team, I connected with my pussy, my turn-on.
And one of the things that pussies do best is feel.
Feel into a deeper truth than is being stated.
Feel what is.
And what I felt, in the freedom of my turn-on, was their fear and sadness.

Their space was no longer self-sustaining. The things that they had done a certain way, for many years, were not working and needed to change.

Change is scary.

And what I saw and felt at that moment, was a need to take them all inside a new storyline. A new storyline of what they were now providing, not what they had lost.

So, first I told them that I completely understood how awkward that must be to have a new group of people using their space. And how important it was for their community members who gather each week to have a meaningful experience. And that we would do everything in our power to support that. In fact, we would be willing to change our start time, if needed, to make sure they were taken care of.

And then I shared that my task, in the very first session of Mastery, is to take a room full of strangers — 900 women from 17 different countries, 39 different states — and create community, giving them a sense of home, a sense of sisterhood. And that that task builds slowly over the morning session, and crescendos into a giant dance party, just about the same time their nearby religious meeting would be starting. I told them that the sounds that will be filling their venue at that time would be sacred sounds. They would be the sounds of celebration, of communion and community, the sounds of sisterhood and freedom, and might even add an uplifting and joyful noise, like Psalm 100: “Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing.”

I had to get over the patriarchal context of right and wrong.

And make sure all of us felt we were on the same side, which, ultimately, we are. My turned-on pussy, supported by my team of turned-on pussies, allowed me to come on around, feel, understand, and uphold their side of the story, in order to have them hear and feel into mine.

Within a few hours, I got word that they were on board. We were given permission to be full throttle, no holds barred.
What might have been a deal-breaker, turned into a union-maker.
Love replaces fear and we all go higher.
And that is a maneuver that is ours to make, right now.

It is a move that is only possible inside of community.
I could not have made that happen without my team.
I needed their turn-on and connection to fuel mine.
Together, all of us, women who choose to turn on, we are an unstoppable force for change on this earth.


Regena Thomashauer, aka “Mama Gena”
The School of Womanly Arts

Regena is a feminist icon, a teacher, a speaker, a mother, a best-selling author, and creatrix and CEO of The School of Womanly Arts.


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