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Biology Matters

by Allison L. Williams Hill

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May 11, 2023

The words “Biology Matters” came during meditation. They were simple and straightforward. It does matter.  The graphic changes at the letter “O” to include the symbol for “woman” and the symbol for “man.” The symbols are connected to Greek mythology, and used in astronomy; astrology, and alchemy. The female symbol was associated with the goddess Venus or Aphrodite, and the planet. Aphrodite is usually holding a mirror in the many depictions in ceramics and stone.  The symbol represents beauty as does the goddess.

 

The Egyptian ankh is very similar but it has the entire feminine energy within its symbol. Other ankh interpretations include the male phallus where the vaginal canal is shown. The Mu Neter word “ankh” means “eternal life” in English.

The male symbol, a circle with an ascending arrow, and associated with the planet Mars, a god who carried a shield and a spear.  This symbol represents iron in alchemy, the material used to create the tools for agriculture, a task men organized and for protection.

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Both symbols are powerful. The dilution of women for any purpose is to ignore their importance in nature.  I used these symbols because these are what they represent to me. Anyone can disagree.  The schism that is occurring now is the work of people who consider themselves powerful; all that they have done – war with Germany; crushing economies; creating the New World Order to enable them to easily govern the planet with their unelected input, and now the Great Reset to direct our lives as they see fit – required the disintegration of morals and the fall from grace of women. It is going to end, though.

The laggards have been at this for centuries. Klaus “Hitler-Wannabe” Schwab has always been on the dole maintained with promises of achieving this.

Never, in the history of humankind, did it take one hundred percent of humanity’s participation for humanity to keep their sovereignty and their free will.  It will not now.

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To deny our origins from the wombs from which all of us emerge is reprehensible.

Women gave birth to all the world that is overtly declaring mothers, and seed-bearing fathers, as names we are to excise from our memories. The “It’s going to happen” maybe, but empower “It will stop.” These people think they are the answer.

How different is this from when white people called people of color “Niggers,” “WOPs,” “Chinks, “Spicks,” and other kinds of names to diminish their humanity to enable them to enslave people who had free will?  How different is it that Schwab and his pathetic associate, Yuval Harari, a laggard who sadly stated that artificial intelligence would have accelerated his revelation that he was homosexual, state that most humans are bottom feeders and worthless, to justify controlling this planet?

Choose to change this. Choose to believe you can change this. That is, in part, why I exist, with the assistance of my husband: in this life, I am a woman, I am powerful, and I know it. Beauty may not be seen as powerful, but think of the energy it takes to create it.

Biology does matter. Failed men think it is acceptable to claim to be women and to display caricatures of femininity. The various attempts to enact womanhood they think is what being a woman is, tend to be exaggerated and have little to do with the actual existence of women.

Failed athletes claim identities as women for an easy win. That is like an easy lay. Educational institutions that were unsuccessful in sports, were the first to dismiss the physical differences between the sexes. They did not care.   Why attend such an institution? If winning matters, what consideration would you receive as an individual?

These decision-makers came from women.

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We Are Exquisite Planners in Spirit

by Allison L. Williams Hill  In-Vesica  Art  Design  Energy

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(We Are Exquisite Planners in Spirit by Allison L. Williams Hill was originally published on Inner Eden blog pub. August, 2013)

Spirit Is Here by Allison L. Williams Hill

We are exquisite planners in Spirit.  Personally, I used to think, “Why on Earth am I here?” several years ago but not anymore.

“Oh yeah, then how could I possibly have wanted this, this (fill in the blank)?!!”

Perhaps you and I did so to learn to access help and, by doing so, learn to overcome it.

Mom was told don’t get pregnant and then some.  She was never told, “do.”  Nobody told her what she could do.  She lived her young life in apprehension, always warned of painful consequences.  She would tell me “There isn’t anything you can’t do or be.”  She did not tell me how to achieve “anything” because she did not know.  Mom was never taught how to plan.  She learned how to with us – her four children.

Talking to my mother on a weekend in June 2013 revealed the pain she still experiences after the marriage to my biological father ended over 50 years ago and after his passing 14 years gone.  When they went to City Hall to marry, he had to borrow $2.00 from her to pay for the license.  That was a sign of things to come.

A similar pattern continued with my stepfather who crossed over almost twice as many years ago and also promised my mother all sorts of things.  Mom told me recently that he came to live with her, my younger brother, and me, with a vacuum cleaner and a fish tank.  The furniture that I used in our bedroom with my sisters until I left home for college was purchased by my biological father.  The contribution my stepfather made was repainting it.

Mom regrets a lot of and in her life.  She said something sweet: how she learned from us and never regretted our being here.  Mom is over 80 now.  I asked her what she wanted to do.  I got that she wants to rest and just live.

Mom heard the voices; felt the “advice”; sometimes she listened and followed through on the feeling and other times she did not, as have I.  When I ignore the information, the only thing left to do is to adjust to the outcome of the event.  I can also appreciate that the help can reach me and I can be more attentive the next time.  There is always another opportunity.  I think that is the point of living.

How much of this was planned in Spirit? I think it is about what we use to inform ourselves along the way.  When I focus on the perceived inequity of my existence, how much of it is actually unfair?  If I missed the cues; if I did not comprehend the events; if I was limited in expression; if I had parents who were essentially learning with me and were unable to assist with what I needed, what presents itself is to excavate deeply about what occurred; what was given and what I used.

There is also the realm of what exists beyond the self.

“What have you to say about people living in poverty, then?”

I say: if I know about it and I know there is little they can do for themselves because I know it, it becomes an integral part of my life to help them overcome.  As planning is learned and applied, it is  knowing all along, within my heart, there is always help, unseen, heard, or felt, that directs me to be alive and remain that way; or to a book, or to walk to a certain place, stand and ask, “What now?”  It is a question of when I realize that the help is there to access and use it.

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The Family Tree

by Allison L. Williams Hill  In-Vesica  Art  Design  Energy

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Originally posted on February 23, 2014

“Spirit of the Island I” by Allison L. Williams Hill

On January 26th of this year I took notes as I listened to my mother talk about what she remembered about her family. This past weekend I spoke to my uncle, her brother after he received my letter stating I would pursue documenting our genealogy.

I learned for the first time that my mother’s parents are from the southern part of the United States also. I always thought they were born in New York as she was. My father’s family is also from the south, the same state and both parents grew up not too far from each other.

I’ve always known my uncle by his nickname. I learned he had that nickname until he started to go to school. There was a debate on what he should be called: grandma had one idea, and grandpa had another. Grandma won.

“There are a lot of skeletons in the closet,” said my uncle. When he finished, I looked over my notes. I called my mother a little while after. She was busy, I left a message.

“There are a lot of skeletons in the closet,” I said. “It appears that it’s standing room only.”

I learned that we had a cousin that was kidnapped by a babysitter. Neither the child nor the babysitter was found. My uncle did not remember the child’s name. I did not ask if he remembered if it was a boy or a girl.

I did not know about the artistic capabilities of another uncle. I never got the chance to see his work. Mom said he taught her how to color in a coloring book. He taught her how to outline the form and fill in the color. My mother said she’d just color in and beyond the lines. This uncle coughed so much from smoking, he’d break his ribs. His third wife died from cancer. It was a surprise to him; she was his caregiver and kept it a secret. He was left in the hands of his daughter who, upon returning from the store he asked her to go to, found his body bleeding out from the shunt he removed for dialysis.

She took pictures and distributed them to the surviving brother and sister. When my husband and I return to New York, I thought I’d have a little fun with her by telling her we never married and lived together. She is really into the church. I told my friend, a Yoruba priestess, who is considered a heathen in her family that I’d stack her up against her relatives any day. After hearing about the pictures, I’m not so sure.

We have few pictures, few dates but a great opportunity for me to conduct a hell of a lot of interviews with people I never met. I mentioned to my uncle since his father loved the women, I might have cousins all around us where we are.

I knew many, many years ago that my great great-grandfather was a white Irishman. While talking to my uncle, I wondered where on earth would I be able to find information about him and the reason he was a part of this family.