March 6, 2026, via email
JennySchiltz.org
For the past several nights, I have been dreaming that I am moving through lands that stretch across the ancient MESOPOTAMIAN region. The land feels old in a way that words cannot fully capture. Beneath the surface of the earth, there is movement, a quiet but unmistakable stirring in the energetic grid. Again and again, my awareness was drawn to a powerful convergence point in that region, an ancient gateway in the planetary field where ley lines move outward across the earth like veins carrying life force.
In these dreams, I was not being shown temples or monuments. I was being shown, WOMEN. They were scattered across the land, living ordinary lives in villages and cities, but their connection to the earth was unmistakable. Some of them knew exactly what they were doing. Others simply followed an inner instinct, a quiet guidance that led them to walk certain paths, tend certain places, or sit in stillness upon the land. Each of them carried a thread of awareness that connected them to the deeper rhythms of the earth.
It became clear that these women were acting as living ANCHORS along the ley lines that move outward from this ancient gateway. They were holding the feminine current within the planetary grid, often alone, often in silence, and sometimes at great personal risk. Many of them were not physically connected to one another. In fact, isolation seemed to be part of the reality they lived within.
Then the dreams shifted. I began to see the lives these women are living within the structures of their societies. I saw a young woman who wanted to go out and protest, her spirit fierce and unwilling to accept the conditions placed upon her life. Her mother stood before her in absolute terror, begging her not to go. The mother knew the risks, violence, imprisonment, mutilation, castration, and even death. She wasn’t trying to suppress her daughter’s spirit; she was just trying to keep her alive.
The daughter looked at her and said she would rather DIE than live her life under the government’s rules.
Another dream revealed a different angle entirely. I saw a father, a husband, a man who had to impose strict rules upon the women in his family. The rules were suffocating, rigid, and seemingly cruel. But beneath them was something else entirely, FEAR. The system surrounding him was so powerful that if he did not enforce the rules himself, others would. And if others did, the consequences could be far worse. He, too, was trapped within the system.
In another dream, I was shown women who had come to BELIEVE the story completely, that they were somehow tainted, dangerous, or unholy in their natural state. They believed that women needed to be controlled for their own good. These women enforced the same restrictions upon themselves and upon their children because they believed it was the only path to safety, acceptance, or redemption. The system had moved so deeply into the psyche that it was now being carried forward to future generations.
Watching these layers unfold made something very clear. This is not a fight between men and women; it is the pushback against the long-standing CONTROL structure that has severed humanity from the wholeness of its own divine nature. It has separated us from the feminine principle within creation, from the earth itself, and from the balance between masculine and feminine that exists at the heart of Source.
For five days, these dreams have continued, revealing different facets of the same reality. Then yesterday something happened that brought the entire experience into the waking world. During a myofascial session, as the practitioner was working through my body, a presence appeared on the left beside the table. She was dressed entirely in black. Her form was veiled from head to toe, and the only part of her that could be seen was her eyes. In her hands, she held a single red rose.
The GRIEF that radiated from her was immense. It was not only personal grief. It felt like the sorrow of generations of women who had been silenced, hidden, controlled, or erased. The weight of it filled the room so strongly that the practitioner working on me perceived her presence as well.
I sobbed and sobbed, and the practitioner asked me if I needed to disconnect from this woman, from the dreams, and what was taking place. I told her no, that we can no longer look away. Instead, we have to FEEL it, RECOGNIZE it, and ACKNOWLEDGE it. My goal is to feel it, all of it, and allow it to pass through me rather than get stuck, which it had in my legs.
Then I felt another presence join me on the right side. As I connected with the energy, I knew it was a different expression of the feminine. Where the veiled woman carried the sorrow of suppression, this presence carried an unmistakable current of ancient wisdom and sovereignty.
It was Sophia, the living intelligence of the divine feminine, the aspect of creation that remembers wholeness, that holds the wisdom of life itself, and cannot be extinguished, no matter how much it has been suppressed.
In that moment, I understood what had been unfolding through the dreams. The GRIEF and the WISDOM exist side by side. The suppressed feminine and the sovereign feminine are both present in the field right now. One carries the pain of what has been done. The other carries the memory of what we truly are. The reason the feminine has been so feared throughout history suddenly became very clear: the awakened feminine cannot be controlled.
When the feminine principle is fully alive within humanity, it restores our connection to the Earth, to intuition, to the body’s intelligence, to compassion, and to the sacred interdependence of all life. It dissolves systems that rely on DOMINATION, SEPARATION, and FEAR. It restores balance to the masculine rather than opposing it.
The truth is that the masculine has suffered under this distortion as well. When the FEMININE is suppressed, the MASCULINE is forced into roles of control, enforcement, and disconnection from the heart. Both principles become wounded reflections of their true nature.
For humanity to reconnect with the divine, we cannot approach God as a single expression. SOURCE contains both the masculine and the feminine. CREATION itself is born through their union. When one is removed from the equation, the entire system becomes distorted.
What I have been shown is that something is beginning to stir again in the lands where civilization first rose. The women who are quietly holding the line in that region, some consciously, some instinctively, are part of a much larger movement within the planetary field. Their courage, their intuition, and their connection to the earth are helping to restore balance in one of the most ANCIENT ENERGETIC CENTERS of the world.
The REVERBERATIONS of that restoration will not remain contained as the planetary grid is interconnected. As this gateway begins to realign with the true feminine current, its influence will ripple outward through the ley lines that span the earth. It will reach places and people who have never set foot in those lands. It will move through DREAMS, through INTUITION, through quiet moments of AWAKENING in the hearts of individuals everywhere.
This is where the rest of us come in. Supporting this movement does not require politics, arguments, or choosing sides within human conflicts. The work is much deeper than that. It begins WITHIN each of us.
Every time we HEAL the relationship between the masculine and feminine within our own being, we contribute to restoring balance in the collective field. Every time we listen to the wisdom of the body, honor the earth, and reconnect with the sacred intelligence of life, we strengthen the current that those women are already holding.
We can also send our LOVE and AWARENESS to them directly. To the women who walk the land in the ancient cradle of civilization, who remain connected to spirit even when the world around them demands silence, to know that they are not alone, we hear their cries.
We can also send LOVE to everyone, everywhere, and everything with NO EXCEPTION. This practice is very powerful and magnifies the more we do this.
May the light of Sophia surround us all. May courage rise within our hearts. May the grid beneath our feet awaken fully to the true feminine current it was always meant to carry.
May humanity remember, at last, that coming home to Source means embracing the wholeness of creation, the sacred union of the masculine and the feminine, alive within us and within the Earth itself.
Sending you all lots of love,
Jenny