But that’s what our twenties are for. They are the time when the maiden turns into a woman, the princess becomes a queen, the child grows up. They are not the time to concentrate on our parents so much as they are the time to concentrate on ourselves and our own abilities. The peace and security you are looking for could be found only within yourself, through a search for a higher, more noble life, and an embrace of the glory within YOU.
A career GROWS OUT of who we are; who we are DOESN’T grow out of a career. Our goal must not be to find a job but to BECOME a magnificent woman. That is the mystical calling of every woman’s heart, and it is our core task as we grow up. Later on in life, we are often bound by things, by responsibilities, by people, by situations that keep us tied to certain spaces and times. But a young woman must fly free away from Mommy and Daddy, away from the dense conventions of the world, away from childhood and into the arms of the Goddess, who awaits her. A hysterical depression can then become a magnificent adventure.
When I myself was about [your] age, I worked for a man who was, and still is, a master at logos. His intellect is staggering. At the time I knew him, I was a maiden, a young woman like you, whose thoughts were scattered like wind through a half-built house. I knew many things that I could not yet articulate. I felt different from others, unable to play the parts assigned to me by the world in which I lived. As for the man, I knew he couldn’t truly SEE me. But still I felt that one day my life would turn fine, and I knew he would be surprised when it did.
Everything he spoke of was factual; everything could be measured and proved by the scientific mind. I, with my feelings bruised and scorched, knew that the lessons I was learning were not from the intellect but from the trials of my heart. I knew these lessons had more to do with where the world was going than did any his facts or figures. The heart would be the language of tomorrow because the heart is where our pain is.
Recently, I read that he had said of me, “She was the last person in the world you would have ever expected to be a success.” I laughed when I read that. I understood his thinking. The feminine way seems weak to the masculine prejudice; and when I worked for him, I was a developing feminine spirit. Lots of tears, lots of drama. For thousands of years, the woman’s way, our way, has been kept underground. Unlike Mary, we are not PREPARED for our role. No gracious, institutionalized structure is unrolled like a red carpet to usher us into our glory. We come into it covered in mess from our rocky ascent.
But now the Goddess is returning—she is making her way up—and people without eyes to see will be completely in the dark about the journey of women all around them. As the Goddess begins to make her claim on them, there will be more, rather than fewer, girls who appear to make no sense. The Goddess makes a dramatic entry. When a system is flooded with new and radical impressions, it seems to implode before making a quantum leap forward into something different. Thus, there are millions of girls who are depressed to a degree beyond what their families and friends find normal, but who are actually undergoing the feminine journey into full and actualized consciousness. One day they will be queens, and the transition wouldn’t have happened had they not cracked up when they did."