BEYOND #METOO

A Declaration of Liberation from the shackles of manufactured feminism and corrupted patriarchy

Once upon a time, a tremor of awakening rippled through the world. Its name was #metoo. It was born from our personal testimonies that were raw, real and soaked in pain. Stories that had, for centuries, been smothered under the weight of silence, shame and patriarchal abuse of power.

It was my story too so when I was asked to share that story to open the #metoo movement in Australia I sought advice, considered it carefully and believed deeply in truth and justice so I agreed. My story gave the movement legitimacy because I was the only person who took action at the time of the event.

I remember the moment: the risk, the relief, the shockwaves of resonance. I remember the swell of voices of women, girls, mothers, daughters pouring out their wounds hoping that perhaps, at last, the age of systemic abuse might come to an end. It was a good hope. It was righteous. It was needed. But somewhere along the path, something holy became corrupted. Men shared their profound stories of abuse also but there was nowhere they could be heard. No one was interested in the stories of the men! That was my first clue that something wasn’t right.

As the movement progressed I did not feel comfortable with the direction it was taking and distanced myself on social media because I couldn’t get my voice heard anywhere else.

It was on my heart to use my story to help others who were also silenced, to initiate social change through discussions that evolved consciousness. The way the story played out over the subsequent years made me realise my deeply personal, painful experience had been used by those with political motives and with no care or concern for those of us who had been crucified and discarded for an agenda that wasn’t totally transparent at the time but very clear now.

Today, I renounce the #metoo movement not because I do not believe women are still silenced, harmed or objectified. They are. Not because I wish to silence my own story. I will never silence it. I renounce it because the movement has ceased to be a vessel for healing and has instead become a fortress of victimhood, division, censorship and revenge; a tool of political skullduggery that is being used to manipulate the population and direct them into a new world order being orchestrated by nefarious globalist agendas.

Although it was my story that helped open this portal in Australia I find myself more censored, more erased and more policed than ever before. I stand as living proof that this movement is not the ‘gateway to freedom that it claimed to be. It has become yet another mechanism of control.

A Season of Unveiling

We are at the end of an age where systemic abuse has flourished in the shadows of our institutions: governments, churches, families, workplaces and entertainment industries. For thousands of years, the feminine has been devoured and distorted not only through physical violence and sexual exploitation but through psychological subjugation, economic dependency and spiritual exile.

The #metoo moment was meant to be a clarion call. It was meant to say, “Enough.” It did but a clarion call must be followed by deep and durable restoration. Instead, we have been given hashtags, cancel culture, shallow apologies, corporate rebranding and an industry of outrage that profits from perpetual pain.

This is not liberation. This is not revolution. This is a circus.

Then came Covid and with it, the mask of illusion was ripped off entirely. For the first time in generations, systemic abuse of the people was laid bare for all to see: entire populations locked down, silenced, manipulated, gaslit and radically coerced. The Emperor no longer had any clothes on. Did #metoo stand for the voiceless then? Did the self-appointed guardians of feminism stand for bodily autonomy when it no longer served their brand? Did the movement that claimed to fight oppression lift a finger to expose the new face of tyranny?

No. The same institutions that cheered #metoo turned on the people with unrestrained force through censorship, mandates, surveillance, propaganda and radical violence and many self-proclaimed feminists applauded it, repeating the same patterns of domination they claimed to resist.

We saw, in plain daylight, that within the halls of patriarchy, women in power often make the same decisions as the men they blame because the issue is not gender alone; the issue is the entire poisoned tree of this paradigm.

Feminism Has Become a Parody of Itself

Modern feminism, the version that is packaged and sold today, is not an instrument of women’s true empowerment. It is a simulation of freedom, a commercial script that keeps us performing old traumas on repeat.

In the West, feminism once fought for voting rights, for property rights, for bodily autonomy, for workplace equality. Those were battles worth fighting. Some are not yet complete, especially in other parts of the world. However, in the 21st century, mainstream feminism has metastasised into a marketplace of perpetual grievance; a global brand powered by slogans and celebrity endorsements, not by real soul healing or deep relational truth between women and men.

It promises freedom but delivers fracture. It promises sisterhood but encourages betrayal. It promises justice but trades in vengeance. It promises voice but censors dissenting women who do not bow to its orthodoxy.

I know this because I am one of those women. I dared to speak first. I dared to tell my truth because I believe in the power of our personal testimonies and now, because I speak other truths that do not fit the script and because I refuse to remain frozen in victimhood I am punished, shadow-banned, smeared, silenced and driven into abject poverty. There was no $2.4 million dollar payout for me on the grounds that I would never be able to work again. That should serve as an eye-opening clue for those who are still hooked into the corrupted culture.

I am not alone. Many women and men see this charade and feel in their bones that something is deeply wrong.

There Is No Solution Within the Current Paradigm

What did #metoo change? The abuse remains. The same machine grinds on. The Brittany Higgins and Bruce Lehrman circus was watched closely by many, many thousands of people yet where did it lead to despite us learning that Brittany Higgins had expressed the need for a “political scandal”. Why? Many of us are left with more questions than answers about that entire situation.

The current paradigm is built on domination, competition and the illusion that we can simply replace men at the helm with women and expect a new world to dawn.

It does not work that way. Women wielding patriarchal power do not become sacred simply by virtue of their gender. The same corrupted seed bears the same bitter fruit whether it is planted by a man or a woman. When power is unredeemed, it corrupts indiscriminately. The story of the rising feminine is a deeply sacred story.

The call was never for women to rise over men. The call was for something far deeper: for us to remember we are sacred beings, spiritual kin, woven together as stewards of life. The call was for us to lay down the old weapons of gender war and envision new ways of being that transcend domination altogether.

This is why we have no progress from #metoo. Feminists cannot lead us anywhere new because they are simply another branch on the same withered tree, another mask of the same old empire. In fact I strongly believe, women are being used and manipulated without their conscious understanding, to facilitate a nefarious agenda within the Globalist recolonisation of the planet that is steamrolling #wethepeople but I will leave this for another essay.

The Addictive Pull of Victimhood

Part of the spell of #metoo and of the current iteration of feminism is that it has institutionalised victimhood as identity.

To be clear: the pain is real. The abuse is real. The statistics are real. But there is a vast chasm between acknowledging victimisation and institutionalising it as the lens through which all power must forever be viewed. Until we have heard the stories of men there is no way forward.

True healing means moving through victimhood. It means refusing to make it the final word over your body, your mind, your destiny. It means transmuting your pain into wisdom, courage and fierce love not brandishing it like a passport to moral superiority.

In the digital age, there are clicks to be harvested from rage. There is clout to be gained from grievance yet the human soul is starved of what it really longs for; to be truly seen, to be restored, to be free.

Men Are Not the Enemy

One of the greatest tragedies of the #metoo era is that it has further poisoned the well between women and men. It has trained us to see each other as threats not as co-creators.

Yes, men have abused power. Yes, men have harmed women. But the reverse is also true and the one sided narrative does nothing to arrive at a clear understanding of the truth. Not all men are predators and not all women are perpetual prey.

Patriarchy wounds men too by severing them from their hearts, their tears and their tenderness by binding them to perform cold dominance and conquest. The truth is we are not afraid of strong men. We are afraid of weak men.

As part of a natural and healthy dynamic we need each other. The feminine cannot rise without the masculine also being restored. The masculine cannot heal while being perpetually cast as the villain. This does not mean ignoring injustice. It means refusing to sacrifice the future on the altar of the past.

There is no redemption in endless blame. There is no resurrection in perpetual punishment.

Censorship: The Great Betrayal

If the original spirit of #metoo was to give voice to the silenced, then the greatest betrayal is how swiftly this movement became an agent of censorship particularly over the last five years.

Ask any woman who has tried to tell a story that complicates the narrative: the woman who forgives her perpetrator; the woman who loves men; the mothers of sons that are persecuted unjustly under an agenda to emasculate men; the woman who rejects gender ideology that erases biological reality; the woman who believes in spiritual truths that feminism calls oppressive.

These women, of which I am one, are treated as heretics by the new moral inquisition. Our social media is throttled. Our employment has dried up. Our funding is withdrawn. Our presence is unwelcome in the very spaces that claim to champion our freedom.

Freedom of speech is not a footnote to justice. It is the foundation of it. To silence dissenting women is to betray the soul of what #metoo was meant to be.

What Comes After

So where do we go now? If not #metoo then what?

• we must admit that an old age is dying. This is a holy death. The old structures of domination, male or female, are crumbling. The new cannot be built on slogans and performance. It must be forged in the soil of honest relationship, radical compassion and spiritual courage through holy fires of transformation.

  
  

• we must reclaim the sacred feminine not the corporate parody of “girl-boss feminism” but the fierce, wild, nurturing, intuitive feminine that births worlds and restores balance. She is not a commodity. She is not a brand. She is the ancient force that turns forests to bloom, rivers to flow, deserts to flower.

  
  

• we must honour the sacred masculine; not the brittle, wounded, weak counterfeit that abuses power but the noble, protective, humble masculine that stands guard over the sanctity of life, the well-being of the community, and the flourishing of the Earth.

  
  

• we must walk side by side; women and men refusing to participate in narratives that feed division and permanent victimhood. We must become keepers of one another’s stories, stewards of one another’s wounds, midwives of one another’s healing.

  
  

• we must awaken as sacred, spiritual beings not as soldiers in an endless gender war, but as guardians of a new garden where no branch of the old patriarchal tree remains to poison the roots.

  
  

My Pledge

I renounce the #metoo movement because it no longer serves the cause of truth. I do not renounce my own story. I do not renounce the stories of millions of women who have suffered unspeakable things. I do not renounce the courage it took for so many of us to speak. I do not renounce the stories of men and I definitely do NOT renounce the stories of children.

I will not contribute to or feed a machine that profits from our perpetual wounding. I will not lend my voice to an industry of outrage that destroys the possibility of forgiveness and new life. I will not stand by as women like me and our brothers are gagged, censored, and erased for daring to say: I am more than what was done to me.

I choose another way; the old, eternal, sovereign way. I choose to stand rooted in my own authority. I choose to forgive without forgetting. I choose to protect the innocent and expose the wicked without being consumed by hatred.

I choose to speak. Even if my voice shakes. Even if they try to silence me again. Even if they call me traitor. I know who I am.

I am not a brand. I am not a victim. I am not a pawn. I am a woman who is whole, holy and free.

May all who are ready join me in burying what has failed and planting what will endure:

A new garden where truth can bloom,

Where men and women remember how to hold each other,

Where wounds become wisdom,

And where the sacred feminine and sacred masculine rise together, at last, unafraid.

“Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing” ~ Arundhati Roy

In Christ,

Lady Saffire BoVardia