Delicious Delight; Release Victim Scales
Planet Earth is surrounded by women who have been deeply violated. And that violation goes back through time. Back through the ancestors. The depth of rage entwined in our lineage keeps growing. The victim consciousness of I will never be good enough is not a personal failing. The implanted program in our DNA that says women are second-rate. Installed before you were old enough to question it.
We have been made wrong for at least 200,000 years.
There is a global mindset — ancient, corroded, and still running — that it is appropriate to rape women. One in three women globally is sexually abused. Let that sink in.
That rape goes unpunished is not an accident or a failure of justice. It is by design. What is really happening is that rape is legal. It’s legal to steal feminine energy. Stealing feminine energy — through violence, underpayment, subordination, silence — is the engine that powers the entire system. Nothing on Earth can manifest through a human body without feminine energy. They know this. That is why they keep taking it.
Over 80% of women have been sexually harassed or assaulted in the United States. Someone is sexually abused in the U.S. every 74 seconds.1
Less than 3% of sexual assault cases result in a felony conviction. 2
Women and girls undertake more than three-quarters of unpaid care work in the world and make up two-thirds of the paid care workforce. They carry out 12.5 billion hours of unpaid care work every day. When valued at minimum wage, this would represent a contribution to the global economy of at least $10.8 trillion a year, more than three times the size of the global tech industry.3
And here is the part that stays invisible: it is not just happening out there. Your ancestors’ pain, suffering, and rape, along with your trauma and anguish, are dragging behind you. This encrypted victim consciousness keeps getting heavier every year.
This is not yours to carry. But it is encoded in your DNA — and until it is cleared, it runs your life from beneath your awareness.
How it Feels
Now I’m seeing another layer of the depth of victim consciousness that I’ve carried in my body.
There are hooks in my back that connect to large, heavy sacks of my ancestor’s grief, rage, sadness, and fury. They are covered in cement with giant bars of rebar, held together with decades of beliefs of who we are allowed to be.
Thick scales of victim consciousness are flaking off my back. The scales have been building for decades. I’m all itchy and scratchy. It’s like chunks of dried up old flesh scaling off my body. I want to jump out of my skin.
My skin is on edge, alert; checking the environment at every moment to see if I’m safe. My guts are on fire; hot molten lava flows at my vagina. Neon green voltage zaps through my cranium. It’s disgusting. It’s painful.
The victim consciousness is pushing me from behind. It’s propelling me forward. But I’ll never get there. I’ll never be enough.
When I release the victim consciousness, the whole back half of my body empties and I am more fully in my own body.
I cleared the reptilian scales off my DNA. Then I felt like carp all day; I couldn’t function. The PTSD and panic attacks were bad, worse than it’s been in years. All the things I do to normally get out of that state really quickly weren’t really working. The movements, the listening to different frequencies, the vagus nerve reset. Lying on the couch, trying to get things done, nothing was fitting, nothing was working right.
As the flaky scales keep flying off my body, I need to keep moving and walking. I have to exercise and move. More like dancing—getting all the kinks out, moving in ways I’ve never moved before. As the reptilian victim consciousness leaves, my body feels safer.
Rather than a structured movement, it’s time to allow your inner flow to guide the way. Your inner flow knows exactly how your body wants to move. What obnoxious sounds want to come out of your guts? What weird postures and forbidden faces do you want to play with? Let it all out. Keep playing. Imagine the nastiness starts to get cleaned up and loved. All the disgusting layers of grime, lies, and corruption washed away. All the ancient rags of your ancestors removed.
That is what a real clearing feels like. It is not graceful. It feels like crap when the old lies and deception and corruption leave your body. It is rusted barbed wire being yanked out of your guts. It is daggers and sharp spikes radiating from your brain into your skull.
And when the whole layer of rubbish is gone, I fill it with my soul essence light.
My mother’s voice has been wired into my nervous system my entire life: You’re such a failure. You should pump gas and live in a sleeping bag. That was her response to my getting a PhD. That kind of program does not live in the mind. It lives in the body. In the DNA.
When I thank it and send it love, everything starts to smooth out. The armor underneath the scales begins to crack and dissolve. The back of my lungs now has more space to breathe and flow in delight.
I share this because I want you to know: the discomfort of clearing is real. And it is completely worth it.
Here is What Waits on the Other Side
When the whole layer of crap is gone —you come more fully into yourself. The light of your soul shines through more parts of your physical 3D body. You know how some people glow more than others? It is that.
You are in charge of how many patriarchal blocks you release, and how brightly your essence is seen in the world.
When you get down into your belly and your womb, that’s where the transformation and change begin to take place. Iridescent cosmic colors slide through your fascia. Your luscious soul essence lubricates your body. The water flowing through your body fills with the nurturing frequencies of who you are on multiple dimensions. Notice how good that feels. The delight. The pleasure. The juicy aliveness of being fully, visibly, unapologetically yourself.
We’ve all been hiding under veils of fog trying to survive. We have parts that are trying to squeak by, behind the scenes, so no one will know we’re there. What happens if those parts are seen and acknowledged? They’ve been accumulating wisdom for eons, and they’re ready to speak up.
This is not a one-time event. Cleaning your DNA is like combing your hair, washing your face, brushing your teeth. Each time you do it, more remarkable aspects of who you are surface.
First you shovel out the crap. Then feelings open. Sensations arrive — tingles, flutters, lights. Then you start flowing from a deeper place. A place of luscious delight, juicy gratitude, and profound permission to be exactly who you are.
Play a New Game
It is time to play a new game. It is called the Inner (R)Evolution. You take charge of clearing your DNA and how your neurons respond in your body — and that is the greatest evolutionary contribution you could make. Not just for yourself. For your lineage. For every woman whose rage and grief you have been unknowingly carrying.
We are breaking the rules. Stopping the generational trauma. Freeing the ancestral lineage.
It’s in your DNA and your neurology. And the great news is that you have the power, the capacity, and the authority to change how your own body is wired. It’s an amazing adventure. It’s an entirely different way to see the world and to create a new reality.
Each strand of DNA cleared and given its freedom — freedom to breathe, to move, to expand in ways it has never been able to. Twelve strands. Twelve dimensions. What delicious delight.
Embark on the exciting adventure of claiming who you are. Your essence. Your brilliance. Living more fully in freedom and joy.
Thank you for reading.
https://www.sokolovelaw.com/personal-injury/sexual-abuse/statistics/
https://rainn.org/
https://www.oxfam.org/en/not-all-gaps-are-created-equal-true-value-care-work