Here's Proof that you will Make it Through Anything

My Shaman teacher looked at my hand in a palmistry class many years ago now and said with his Spanish accent "You beat out many other souls to get to your mommy."

I looked at him. Right in the eyes. It had never occurred to me, how hard I fought to be here on this planet. It never occurred to me, that my mother, was the one that needed to be my mother. And that I wanted to be here with such fierce intention that I fought and won, over many other hard fighting souls.

And that was the beginning. It was first an essence, wanting to become something. I began as a spec, chose where to incubate . . . fought for it actually . . . and won over many . . . according to my Shaman.

And what I do know for sure, is the journey did not stop there. That battle for my soul's keeper was important. Just think of what it took, just to get here.

We had to find a Mommy. Then we had to say, "Pick me. Pick me."  Just think of what it took to say "I do" Just think of the intention to become who you are. Just think of what it took to be the one who made it.

I felt guilty to be here for many years. I never knew why. 

My brother was adopted, but was always just my brother to me and my family. My mother had two still born babies after me. Oh what it took to be alive in my mothers belly for the whole 9 months, and then, not to make it.  When my father told me about the second one, I was old enough to understand. I was eager for a little brother or sister.

We were driving in the car to my aunts house when he told me. "The baby died" he said as the car moved along the road. I looked at his face. It was so troubled as he concentrated on the road and attempted to share with me what had happened. He was very sad. I looked away into the moving yards passing by. "Was it a boy or a girl" my little, somewhere around 10 year old self asked while while watching the houses pass by on the road. I  turned and looked at him when he answered. "It was a boy" my father responded, holding back the tears. His lips quivering. His eyes starring out onto the road, yet tending to me.

I looked out the window, like in the movies when music is playing. I was sad too. "I wanted him to have a name. So I named him right there. "David. Your name is David." I said to myself. At least that is what I thought I did, but admit to feeling like he came to say hello as we talked about him and then quickly left as fast as he came. Whatever it was, I had no doubt, his name was David. "I will miss you" I said quietly inside myself as my Dad and I let tears hesitantly fall from our eyes as we drove to my aunt's house. I will never forget his face that day.

It took a while for me to realize it. To feel it. To experience the impact of it all in my life.

I was the one who survived.

Oh, the hard ship of just getting here. We knew how to do this, all this, before we could walk.

So when you are thinking "I just can't do it  . . . or it's just too hard" remember, you are here. The hard part is done. This place you are in is no happenstance. It was filled with intention and determination. It was wild to the core. It was primal and visceral. And it was you. You are here. You made it. You deserve to be here, just by the very fact that you arrived.

So never think, for one second, you or someone else, shouldn't be here. It's redundant to think such things. You fought to be here. And you are the one that is here.

So when you see the quotes that say "take the leap" and you think you are too scared. Just remember, you have already leapt. You just forget. Just think what it took to leap into the womb of your mother to become her daughter, to grow to be your Self . . . She who belongs here. She who fought to be here. She who knows how to survive here.

For those who see, like the Shaman above, there is more to us than meets the eye. We have chosen to be here, on this crazy planet, to learn, to grow, to love. To belong.

So you see, before you even got here, you were a Wild Woman Warrior. A goddess filled with desire. A Medicine Woman with intention. A Priestess of all priestesses knowing the magical power of survival, of purpose, of love .

You made it. Before you could walk.

Never forget this.

This is said, with love, deep, deep love,

Elizabeth xo

PS. My new E-course is coming soon. We'll get in touch with magical places and using cards as guides to help us through our days and to receive what we need, we will uncover our power, love, and magical connection to all that surrounds us.


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ABOUT ELIZABETH MACLEOD BEd BMus CPC
Founder of Wild Woman Enchanted

 My name is Elizabeth, and sometimes Liz, and my dream is to allow the mystery of the wild to move into and through my life and once again, through the lives of others. My wish is that access to this mystery will re-open through the Wild Woman Mystery Cards, Retreats, Teachings, and other re-awakenings and Wild Wonders found here at Wild Woman Enchanted.

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