The Power They Hope We Never Reach

Have you noticed how women are trained to obsess over staying the maiden? That obsession with youth isn’t some natural preference—it’s engineered. We’re taught that beauty peaks in our twenties, usefulness in our thirties, and after that? We’re written off, dismissed, erased.

But there’s a phase of life, often beginning in our late 30s to early 40s, that marks a turning point no one warns us about. It’s when the noise of external validation starts to lose its grip, and something ancient stirs underneath. Our clarity sharpens. Our boundaries fortify. The body may shift, but something bigger is happening: the emergence of deeper wisdom.

In ancient cultures across the world, aging women weren’t shunned. They were revered. The elders of the tribe were the wisdom keepers, the healers, the seers. In many early human communities, when a new plant was discovered, it was brought to the women—especially the older women—not to test but to know. They held deep intuitive knowledge of nature, understanding which plants healed and which ones harmed. Their insight kept entire communities alive.

That’s what we’re up against: a lineage of power we’ve been severed from.

As we age, our intuition sharpens, our psychic abilities stir, and the wisdom locked in our bones starts to rise. These are human rights. Natural abilities we’re conditioned to suppress. Why? Because a woman who knows herself, who listens to her own inner authority, is uncontrollable.

Now, instead of honoring aging as an initiation, we are sold a war against it. Injectables, fillers, surgeries—pushed under the guise of "empowerment." But let’s ask the harder question: are these procedures only silencing our faces, or are they also dulling our deeper senses? Are we trading wrinkles for something much more vital—our ability to see clearly, beyond the surface?

And why have we been made to believe that expression lines~ the ones on our foreheads, around our eyes, around our mouths, are flaws? These are not signs of failure; they are signs of life. Each line tells the story of laughter, grief, awe, anger, love. What does it say about us, and about the culture we’re steeped in, that we feel the need to erase them? Why are we numbing not just sensation, but emotion itself? What are we so afraid will show if we allow ourselves to feel fully and be seen as we are?

The noise of modern life keeps us scattered:
– Anxiety instead of stillness.
– Antidepressants instead of time alone in nature.
– Hamster wheels of material success instead of soul satisfaction.

Every distraction, every quick fix, keeps us looking outward instead of unlocking the immense power within. That’s how control works, keep people disconnected from their own source, and they’re easier to manage.

But here’s what they don’t want you to know: aging is an initiation into deeper sight. Midlife isn’t a decline; it’s the true beginning of embodied wisdom. We are meant to evolve into the oracle, the guide, the fierce protector of life.

This isn’t about shaming women who’ve sought comfort or belonging in the tools offered to us—it’s about asking what those tools really cost. And it’s about remembering that there is another way: the path of reclaiming. The path of becoming more ourselves. Not less, as the years pass.

The revolution is remembering. And once you do, there’s no going back.