This story is about my conversation with the writer and musician Alicen Grey. It is also about the beauty and significance of unshackled female power used for good. This is going to be a very imperfect and emotional post because my conversation with Alicen stirred a lot in me of my own.
Alicen, whom I met through Mickey Z of Post Woke, is a sovereign soul, a seeker, a woman who is in touch with her powers and does not apologize for that.
She says things that stomp all talking points. Over the course of her life, she has published her works on polar opposite news sites. She has seen through the scam of the “COVID response” right away—but notably, what Alicen says has the potential of scaring the more traditionally minded people a little because she is as unconventional as it gets. She is not see-through, and not a repeater of other people’s words.
Alicen has walked a very fascinating path, being raised in a Christian-flavored cult, rebelling, joining an opposite (radical feminist) cult, then figuring out that she was probably following radical movements out of a need to belong to a group, and leaving them all behind, and now just trying to understand herself in the world.
Alicen is an iconoclast. She considers herself a Christian but maybe not a traditional one. She views Christ through a mystical lens. She is interested in the notion of immortality in Christianity and mystical monastic traditions. (Alicen is opposed to transhumanism, on the other hand; her interest is of a mystical kind. And on my end, I have never pondered the topic of physical immortality in the Christian faith but I am also not scared of the fact that she is thinking independent spiritual thoughts and asking questions that I don’t ask.)
On a shallow note, our conversation made me think of just how dramatically different the types of acceptable expression are in the world where I come from, the pre-2020 music world, and the “COVID dissident” world that I hang around today. I feel at home in both, I love people with very different worldviews, and I generally care a lot more about people’s hearts and intentions than about their ideas or symbols—but then, Alicen’s recent article in which she critiqued the obsession with symbolism in the “freedom community” made me laugh in a ‘pre-COVID” way. (If you are easily triggered by “suspicious” symbols, you may be better off skipping it and reading her article in The Federalist instead. But I laughed like a baby, Alicen has a really sharp wit!)
More importantly, our conversation made me think of something that is bigger than life: the bleeding scarcity of confident women who support other confident women without trying to do the “one up” thing.
The way our modern society works, the women who are born with abundant powers and an attraction to healing, are beaten on the head with a hammer from an early age.
They are bullied and asked to please shrink themselves asap so as not to intimidate, not to annoy, not to scare, not to interrupt other people’s comfy slumber, and so on. On the enemy line are envious women with tricks, the men who want to destroy all they don’t understand or can’t control, and many centuries of lies.
Then there are men who want that massive beauty to work for them but strictly under their management and within the limitations of their point of view.
Then there are loving people who are afraid that if such a woman sticks out too much, she’ll be harmed, and so they say, “Please, shine a little dimmer, no, please be happy, of course, but if you shine like you shine right now then someone will come and bite your head off so please, shine a little dimmer, and smile more often, and maybe pretend to be a little dumber,” etc.
It’s a mess!!
By the way, guess what happens when women with abundant powers and an attraction to healing succumb to the yelling, ascribe the abuse to their own shortcomings, and dim their own light?
What happens is a tragedy that hurts all. When the healers shrink themselves, those who choose to use their powers for bad use the opportunity to make the world worse. And because of them (and people’s ignorance), so called “female power” gets a bad rep. And people get scared. And women get burned on a stake. And little girls get bullied out of their very dignified powers.
So, I say, I support Alicen. Yes, her expression is different from mine but I do not have to have identical interests or beliefs to support another woman using her powers for good. The world is better this way.
When we, human beings, are afraid of power as such, we inevitably also become afraid of power in the people who use it for good, and we also become afraid of power in ourselves. That is not just true for women, this is true for all people on Earth, perhaps, but it is easier for me to speak about if through the eyes of a woman because that is what I am.
How many women, born beautiful, have shrunk themselves under hatred so that the world stops hurting them?
Time to come alive.
I am calling on women to mount a wall of power against the ones creating pain and hurting our family. Healing may be harder than stealing. Healing may be a leap into the unknown that requires a lot of faith. But it is in us. It is why we are here. May the Creator help us and protect us from negative forces. May the Creator make our lives sweet. And may our sisters who have shrink themselves under the burden of rejection and hatred, come back to full power and join us in healing. Young or old. We have a job to do.
Time for our crying is over. We are real.
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