It is she who does not give a damn about what anyone thinks of her.
It is she who says what she means and means what she says.
It is she who is the perfect mirror in any situation, for she carries no agenda other than delivering the truth.
The crone is a woman who has suffered and from her suffering has come to know her wisdom.
She does not try to placate, assuage or please. Her only desire is to be herself in every situation.
The crone is the one who we call upon when we feel insecure and unsure. When we feel afraid that our own truth will alienate us or will cause others to criticize or condemn.
The crone speaks like a whip, her words come in a single crack, a sting but no reverberating pain.
She does not intend to judge or hurt or compare. She only intends to reveal the truth.
Hence, she does not linger in resentment or confusion.
The crone’s wisdom is hard-earned. She has travelled over and over into the darkness.
She knows that comfort only comes through discomfort, and that liberation only comes from within.
The crone is an archetype that has been ostracized and forgotten.
She is pushed into the cellars of our collective unconscious.
If a woman is old, then she is worthless. If she is wrinkled, she is invisible.
Only the maiden, voluptuous, cream-skinned, thick-haired, is valued in her power.
But the maiden’s power is only skin deep.
She does not know yet how to love herself.
She does not know yet how to express her full truth.
She does not know yet how to access those parts of herself that are indestructible, tempered by birth, old age, sickness, and death.
Only the crone can do this.
The crone is the witch, the wise woman, the shamanka, the sorceress.
It is she who lived in the woods or at the edge of the village.
Those who are on the brink of life and death, birthing mothers, diseased elders, broken hearted warriors, seek her out.
The crone can see every situation for exactly what it is.
She can deliver the medicine, even if it burns or causes more suffering before the healing can begin.
The patriarchy fears the crone, for she represents a completely different kind of power than we see alive in the world today.
Her power is mysterious, internal, intuitive, and fierce.
It is rare to find a crone now and every community needs one.
Crones do not live outside of us, they live within us.
In women and men. In the young and the old.
You can be eighty and still not be a crone.
You can be twenty-five and be deeply in touch with her.
Your inner crone reflects your relationship to your inner life.
A rich inner life cultivates wisdom and courage.
The crone is the gatekeeper of these.
We need to access the crone, when we are afraid to speak what is on our minds, or cannot find our truth or feel our power.
If we have a hard time making a decision we need to call on her.
She exists in quiet moments.
She is the voice of clarity that rings through the confusion when we turn inwards and listen.
Her voice gets stronger and louder the more we trust and confide in her.
She likes to cackle and poke fun. She likes to be trickster and cause a spectacle.
She does not settle for anything other than naked truth in any situation.
These are not my words, they are words I came across many years ago and found again whilst clearing my stuff out, I had kept it on an old USB. I don’t remember where it came from, so cannot credit the author, despite a bit of searching the web. But I love this and wished to share it with you. Especially if you feel an affinity with her energy.
This is her time I feel, she is rising. This is our time to greet and embrace her, become her, as the patriarchy diminishes and the era of unity and oneness becomes. Men, if you are feeling uncomfortable with an uprising of feminine energies, it is only so that equilibrium can be reached. Let your own feminine energies rise up, don’t deny them. Every one of us is, and always has been, a blend of masculine and feminine energy. And now we are coming together as one.