Category: Feminine Rage

These posts share how feminine rage has been used against women, when it is really our sacred and divine knowing.

  • Kali Ma.

    They say she started off licking up every drop of blood spilled from defeating demons, then she became intoxicated with bloodlust. Causing her consort, Shiva, to lay at her feet to stop her rampage. Causing her to calm down.

    Kali Ma – the Dark Mother, the destroyer of evil, wearing a garland of skulls. She who dances on the corpses of demons. She who will not stop until every drop of poisoned blood is consumed so that no new demon can rise from it. Her tongue out, wild-eyed, unstoppable.

    She doesn’t calm down because she’s asked nicely. She calms down when the work is done. When evil has been devoured. When her consort remembers to lay at her feet in reverence.

    Yes. So many of us are ready to defeat the demons that are willing and hungry to exploit not just children but women, the vulnerable.

    Rep. Tim Burchett (R-Tennessee) said it plainly when asked about those involved in Epstein’s crimes: “I just find them guilty and hang them publicly.”

    And I agree. It should be all men who look up CSAM. All men who don’t believe in consent. All men found to roofie or drug women to try to get something from them. All men who are in the Discord, Telegram, Facebook, or Twitter platforms that feed off of the exploitation of anyone, regardless of age.

    And just like Kali Ma, I will not stop until every one of them has been spilled. Devouring them, in a rampage of bloodlust. Then when men remember they are to lay at our feet for being the life bringers. Honoring the children as the future. Stopping the hoarding of resources. And to stop following greed, wealth and exploitation as a way of life.

    Then women can “calm down.”

    Not a moment before that though.

    I will rage. I will demand justice, and public hangings sound like a good start. I will speak my truth. I will rally other women who are ready to shift this Earth into a space of home.

    Where women walk without fear. Where our children are placed in the center, not in the outskirts. Where our elders, our vulnerable are placed in the center with the children, to share their stories and their wisdom. For there to be collaboration, peace and joy.

    But that will come.

    I have left behind this system, and all I can hope is that others will too.

    I shared with my husband that if they did do a public hanging, there would be more than 1 million men that would be hung. Who would be guilty of the crimes I just shared. And that is a light estimate.

    What do you do with the women who would protect their exploitive, harmful men at all cost? Do they go too? How many bodies get devoured before we’re clean?

    Here’s what’s interesting: When a male congressman calls for public hangings, it’s political discourse. It gets quoted in news articles. But when women express this same rage, when we channel Kali Ma’s refusal to stop until the demons are defeated, we’re told we’re being hysterical, violent, calling for “widespread violence.”

    Let me be clear: widespread violence is what’s happening to women EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF EVERY SINGLE DAY, BY MEN.

    Every second. Rape. Trafficking. Exploitation. Roofies slipped into drinks. Children abused. Women’s bodies treated as resources to extract from. Our “no” ignored. Our intuition pathologized. Our rage managed.

    A man in Congress can say “hang them publicly” and that’s acceptable political speech.

    But a woman channeling the divine feminine destroyer? That needs to be softened. Redirected. Calmed down.

    No.

    Kali Ma doesn’t calm down because you’re uncomfortable with her bloodlust. She calms down when Shiva remembers his place – at her feet, honoring the life-bringer, the mother, the one who destroys so that new life can emerge.

    I will not calm down. Not while this continues. Not until the foundation falls and we rebuild from sacred embodied knowing instead of predatory hierarchy.

    The demons are being named. The files are being released. The truth is spilling out.

    And I’m here for every drop of it.

  • The Feral Rage is Rising

    By Stephanie Bacquet Mathews

    The Feral Rage is rising.

    Reading that the most powerful men, who burned for control, choose to do so over innocent children. Over and over and over.

    The starting of this country was born, with control over bodies. Bodies of slaves, women, children.

    All for power.

    And my feral, sacred, embodied, human animal, is seething.

    I can feel myself unhinging. Unraveling.

    I am allowing myself to spiral.

    Being a predator to the most innocent, weakest, and most easily manipulated population of society, children, is not worthy of spending a life in prison.

    This is not rehabiltation-able. This is a distortion of reality that allowed them to justify, purchase and laugh about harm.

    We the middle aged women, who are filled with feral rage, are in a position to rise up.

    I will not have these predators, these men, think they can control my body.

    Think they can have my daughter.

    I will not allow their poison to infect another human.

    I see a visual of a mother bear, tearing the throat out of a predator that has come to close to her cubs.

    I will not choose life.

    I will choose my peace, my joy, and my loves.

    While I watch everyone of these predators hanging from a lamp post, or their heads rolled from a guillotine.

    I choose my feral human animal rage.

    I choose to end the era of men as predators.

    I will rise up against this brutality.

    As a crone, this is why we have been silenced.

    I will not be silenced.

    I will find my feral raging sisters, and we will defeat this plague of humans that have preyed for too long on our innocent.

    We are many. They are few. Yet, they have used their manipulation and control to pit us against each other.

    When the women rage, we will not be contained.

    My feral rage, has spilled over my cup.

    I can not put it back into place. It overflows, and will not be contained.

    My feral rage, is not scary, it is justified.

    My feral rage, will not be used against the innocent, it will be used to protect what needed to be held in the center, surrounded by all, this whole time.

    How did we allow the children to pulled to the outskirts, to be hidden in the shadows, buried in bureaucracy, and eaten alive?

    How did we allow these men, who are never satiated, to gain this much control, power and money, just to have them spit in our faces, lies, and show that it is never enough?

    It will never be enough for them, they hunger for more, so much more.

    And my feral rage, begins to lap at their hunger. I will devour them.

    I will allow my cup to spillith over.

    I will not stop this onslaught.

    I will not stop, until I am no longer prey. Until my children are no longer prey. Until the innocent are no longer prey.

    I will not stop until the predators are all hanging.

    Where are my feral raging sisters?