The “New” Women Empowerment
Many people may ask why I write of “new” women empowerment when, in reality, this is a subject which has already been spoken of a lot and it is even boring to some. Having been born and grown up in a Latin American country, machismo surrounded me like a natural entourage and during its early stages, my brain adapted itself to the values of a “machista” mother, like many other mothers that, so many women of my generation inherited as founders of principles in the beginnings of this wonderful experience called life. Without meaning to assign blame, I sincerely believe that it is imperative to redefine the concept and therefore, I will be referring to a possible new meaning.
“Sybil: He must have read the résumé I’d sent him by e-mail before our dinner date. We were drinking coffee and he’d asked for the check when I heard him say something in his warm, reassuring way.
Ed: You deserve an opportunity, Sybil. Life still hasn’t rewarded you for your efforts. With all my years of experience, I recognize a courageous woman when I see one, and I’ve known a few like yourself, women who have had the door shut in their face by the masculine and then withdraw from it all. I know you don’t trust me, but I’d like to be the one who gives you the opportunity you need in order to trust in life again. You may have been taught by guides from other dimensions, but you now need a flesh-and-blood one.
Sybil: He was right. I didn’t trust him or anyone else, but my inner God did trust him, and I had no other choice but to accept his offer. I agreed without thinking about it. If God had brought this into my life, it was for some very important reason. I could at least find out where this new adventure might lead me.” While I Was Learning to Become God ©
There was a moment in my life when there appeared a man with the selfless kindness of an angel… a man full of decency and admiration for the feminine energy, who gave me the opportunity to show my ability to stand out by virtue of my talents and not by what others assumed or expected of me. He was an older man, weathered by life, unaware of the world that had been familiar to me, who did not need to ask me to “pay back” the help which he offered: the help I accepted in a moment when I had absolutely no other alternative, trying to imagine that this time, at last, the results would be different to the ones I had experienced in the past. I was so used to this dominating and ill-intentioned machista behavior, that my mind didn’t have the basics to accept this new pattern that was now arriving, a healthier and liberating one.
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