Before a woman knows her body she should know her fragrance.
And that’s why I’m about to share with you the following story…
Long ago there were a sect of minions who found a secret fragrance. The fragrance that they found was so powerful that they could created everything that we wanted from this frequency. The fragrance was so light and pure that it did whatever they told it too. There was only one catch. This fragrance was buried inside of a rare flower. “Let’s collect all the rare flowers and make them give us their fragrance.” They said to each other. So they forceabebly picked all the rare flowers that they could find except that they missed one. It was hidden under a log deep in the forest.
The rare flowers that they collected refreshed to give up their nectar or their fragrance. “This is a part of us,” They pleaded, this is how we eat, we drink, it’s our nourishment. Our fragrance dosen’t want to go with you, she’s a part of us.”
The minions didn’t care. “We picked you, we own you, you belong to us.” They had plans for their fragrance – to create universes that they could rule off of, to enjoy themselves physically off of the lightness and the pureness of this fragrance, to use this essence of this fragrance so that they could live forever… and to inhabit the bodies of women, children, and men however they please.
The flowers refused to just give off their power. And so the minions took it from them. They experiments on one flower and then the next one and the next one. They painfully extracted the fragrance, they shrunk women’s wombs – where the fragrance was kept so that the womb would produce less fragrance (or at least a feeble from of it). They made the flower petals brittle so that the fragrance couldn’t soak back into the flower and they did many horridenous things to the flowers so that over time after being picked apart and mutated they flower produced sick seeds, the seeds that they planted gave life to baby flowers that were sick mentally, physically, and spiritually…however the fragrance inside of these baby flowers was still pure.
Next the minions separated the baby flowers from their mothers so that they could never be told the truth. They trained the baby flowers to hate themselves, to rip each other apart, and to willingly give their fragrance to them.
They also physiologically changed the design of the flower so that way instead of a flower naturally creating a fragrance like flowers do and then using that fragrance to renew and regenerate itself the size of the flower was shrunken, even down to the stem – so that way the fragrance became an aura and which makes it even easier for the minions to scoop up the fragrance or the frequency that had originally been hidden deep inside.
They made it so that way flowers automatically released their fragrance into the air instead of using it as nourishment for their soft silky flower petals to grow.
Meanwhile the secret flower that had been mistakenly left behind continued to grow. But she grew in secret, she wanted to save her population but she knew she couldn’t ever be found out because was the last one.
So she asked the wind to help her, “Wind can you help me?” She said, “They’ve stolen my species, I haven’t seen anyone like me for millions of years. I want to know what’s happened to my Grandma, my cousins, my mom, and my sisters.”
“I’ll take a look for you,” Promised the wind.
And the wind traveled across miles and miles, dimensions, and galaxies until he begun to smell the scent of the fragrance.
“I smell the fragrance but I don’t see any flowers?” The wind said confused, then he drew closer and he was aghast.
The flowers didn’t even look like flowers anymore. They looked like mutations. They had vials stuck all over their bodies that were collecting their fragrance. And at times they were even raped. The wind couldn’t take it anymore, tears started falling and that night there was the largest flood that had ever been.
The wind returned to the flower and shared what he had seen. “I wish I could help but I don’t know how,” He said, “I’m just the wind and there are rules between the various dimensions of what I can do.”
The flower pleaded with him, “I know there is a limit to what can be done, but can you carry my scent?”
Maybe the scent of an original flower will wake them up, she thought to herself. Maybe the scent of a healthy flower will nourish the generations that came from from the original flowers of my mom, grandma, cousins, and sisters will bring them back to life again.
The wind agreed.
He lovingly carried the scent from the healthy flower and during the night while the minions were sleeping he sprinkled the scent over the sick flowers.
The flowers woke up in the morning “Eewwwww.” (They had been trained to hate their own scent) “I smell gross!”
“Here let me help you wipe it off.” Another flower offered, except they were also smelling themselves.
Not knowing what was happening they tried to stop the transformation but it was too late, the flowers started to blossom. There was only one problem that the original flower hadn’t forseen – the anatomy to carry the fragrance wasn’t there anymore, the minions had removed it.
“Oh what’s this!” The minions said, waking up for breakfast – “These flowers are even sweeter than before!” And they munched on the flowers while the flower petals laid there helpless in their hands.
In this story the fragrance or frequency represents the energy system of a woman’s body. It’s also the energy system of a human’s body because everything comes from the woman.
To this day no one has discovered the anatomy for how a woman is able to hold the energy system or the fragrance system to her body. However today I’m going to share a 6 simple steps with you for how practice holding your fragrance once again until you have finally connected enough of your frequency or your fragrance again to fully wake up your body. And we are going to do this in a very flowery like way…
Step # 1: Positivity.
Positively opens up or elongates your flower petal. Usually I listen to women on youtube who radiate with positive energy, I have their playlist saved and that is my first step…
Step # 2: Feminine.
Being feminine with both myself and other reshapes the design of my flower petals.
Step #3: Gratefulness.
When I’m grateful it helps the fragrance soak into my skin.
Step # 4: Gentleness.
The fragrance of this flower is very soft. When your gentle with it, it comes to you – when your rough with it, it drains away. This means making decisions as gentle as possible for not only your body but your energy.
Step # 5: Softness.
Softness goes with gentleness like salt and pepper, softness also includes how softly you speak to yourself when your losing weight, how you view yourself when you look in the mirror – whether you notice a cute part of yourself or brand yourself as ugly.
Step #6: Stretch the vibration of your body so that the vibration of your energy can fit in too.
The body itself had to be shrunk – women had to be taught to not take up space so they would take up less of their energy field (making it easier for others to sample, these minions could walk through the world like they were walking through Costco’s and enjoying the free “samples” of the energy fields of different women’s body. After all the women themselves didn’t seem to want their own energy.
Anytime you belly dance. Anytime you do an dance. Stretching, yoga – you are physically stretching out your muscles so that your energy can fit back into your body, or your fibers again. Like a deliciously layed cake where the homemade icing (your energy, your frequency, your fragrance) and the cake batter that is your body is beautifully combined back into your body again.
This is my secret recipe.
This is my secret story.
Of how women can once again wear their bodies again.
Xoxo.
Jasmyne