TIFFANY

TIFFANY VULVAS: THE DIAMONDS OF THE BEGINNING

Since prehistoric times, vulvas were carved in stone or painted on caves’ rock walls. They are perennial symbols of the divine feminine as the source of all life forms, an encompassing love, and a promise of rebirth after death. To honor the many faces of the divine feminine, all the colors of the Tiffany Vulvas series are made with genuine gemstones. Traditionally, each stone has unique healing properties. For example, the blood red is made with garnet, which stimulates and purifies the root and the crown chakra. It aids blood circulation, supports the heart, assists in the assimilation of minerals and vitamins, and regenerates the whole body. The black is made of tourmaline, which is a calming and grounding stone. It strengthens the immune system and clarifies the mind. The visual center and the emotional core of the Tiffany Vulvas is made with amazonite. This subtle green stone is known to release traumas and to restore authentic communication

Women and men

treated like garbage.

Black, white, purple, rainbow,

poor, rich, straight, queer,

neglected, negated, ignored, abused

consistently,

thoroughly

relentlessly.

Hatred, anger, guilt, shame

now SHIFT!

I sing the sound of the Beginning.

I call Mother Earth

Mother Thunder

Mother Ocean

Waves! Tsunamis!

I happen!

I exist!

Her vagina is

an adamant

FORGIVENESS

The unbending blow

of strong medicine.

A straightforward smashing

of all dirty thoughts.

A razorblade conscious love

that straddles every strike.

Horse on track.

Banshee converted to laughter.

Shit is manure.

From the beginning of time,

I rise and claim

my unique happiness,

rooted in the fire of Hell,

churning whatever fuels my guts.

Blessed by right,

just because

I am alive.

Respect my mystery.

From which spark

do I start to exist?

What breath do I have when I die?

How does my fall in the gulch

shift into the fun of flying?

What is that rush in me

that refuses explanations?

At the Beginning

is a state of not-knowing

thirsty for itself.

Stop apologizing for being alive

For preserving your dignity

For wanting more

For giving more

For loving crazily

For belching out your story

at the top of your lungs

For melting your soul

with matter.

The strong smell

of desire

Is your trail

to Self.

I refuse to abide to stupidity.

I refuse to validate oppression.

I reject fake power.

I reject fake justice.

I refuse to submit to laws that reject me.

I stand in front of the storm.

I stand behind the brave.

I storm my way through fire

despite the grief, the pain, the deprivations,

the wounds, the destructions.

In front of the impossible,

I stand for the miraculous.

Hatred can embrace the unknown

and transforms into dreams.

Hatred can surrender to the mystery

and transform into trust.

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