Stand-off in the Conference Room: Aphrodite vs. Napoleon

There are powerful forces at work these days in the cosmos and right here on Planet Earth. Saturn, keeper of the patriarchal status quo and the old boys faction is at all-out warfare with the Uranian principle of sharing and inclusivity. What I am beginning to see is that the Venusian energies, the emerging Divine Feminine, is aligned with Uranus and Mars is chumming it over beers with Saturn.

Following the Hermetic code of “As above, so below” I got to experience this dynamic firsthand, which I thoroughly enjoyed.

I shlepped all the way down to south Denver (about an hour and half of horrendous highway driving) to honor an invite by a prospective marketer (whom I’ll call Napoleon) for my book, Priestess Entrepreneur. The meeting had been set up by a dear friend, J, who was present and participating in the meeting as well. J had told me that Napoleon had some rather progressive ideas and was looking for someone’s products and services he could test his marketing ideas on. I’m always up for hearing new ideas so I was game, even if it entailed leaving the orbital pull of Boulder.

The meeting took place in Napoleon’s high-end, techy office. He wore a Hawaiian shirt. I was dressed professionally in heels and a skirt, cocoa colored. There was no water or tea offered, just a pile of marketing books which appeared to have never been opened AND (this is the crucial AND) a print-out of ANOTHER person’s website who had a similar name to mine. I said: “Oh, that’s not me. She’s Cynthia Morris, I am Cindy Morris, but people often get us confused before they know us.” This would have been a perfect opportunity for him to come clean and admit that he had googled, and come up with, the wrong person (which I though odd anyway because J had sent him four emails over the course of many weeks with the links to all my various blogs and sites). So instead of admitting his error he lied and said: “Oh I was just gathering info.” Right.

He had not familiarized himself with my work AT ALL. He knew nothing of my writings, my ideas, my philosophy. He didn’t even know I had written a business book! But boy was he pontificating on HIS ideas and philosophies to beat the band. And MOST offensively, in his rapacious desire to be the only one in the room to have something to say, he rudely dismissed J’s contributions.

And there was no water. I finally asked if I could have some water and he asked if I wanted to get it myself or should he get it? WHAT? You’ll be getting it, I told him.

Some interesting ideas were thrown out, which I ferreted away for future pondering.
But clearly the mitts were on. I could feel myself literally filling my skin out more fully.
I could feel my Venus rising. I’d go in the ring with him but he would never win. Ever.

He closed the hour inviting himself and J up to my place in Boulder to go over what he had assigned us to do. He asked if there would be snacks. What do I look like, a friggin’ bakery, or worse…Betty Crocker? And then he asked if there would be a Kosher cow? What? A Jewish slur? Where did that come from?

We closed the session, me smiling and radiating feminine essence all the while. I shook his hand with all the grace and deliciousness of my Priestess self. I let him get close enough to inhale the power of femininity and then I left.

When I got home I emailed him and told him we were not a match to work together. I could have pointed out his rude and unwelcoming behavior and his obvious research gaff but the Priestess always takes the higher road. I knew who he was. He knew that I knew. And he knew that I would never stoop to play in his fouled pond. His response to my email was “Understood.”

Napoleon could never stand a chance with a Priestess.
And Venus always wins out over Saturn because the feminine energy IS Life itself.
And Life cannot help but triumph.
Life is organic and morphs to fit any space. Saturn’s time is past.
Make way for Venus rising.