The Womb Signal

In a ‘made-up world’, very closely resembled to ours, there is a ritual done to young girls. People call it tradition and others say it is holy. When we look behind the curtain, though, it is a clear form of control because it flips truth on its head. They say it cleans. They say it keeps her safe. The quieter truth in this story is different… it cuts her off from her field.

On the surface, people try to speak of this event in calm words. They treat it like a secret task or a ceremony. It happens in many places. No single group owns it, although most noteably executed in the name of Islam. The result is almost always the same. A break forms between the girl and her own signal. This is framed as care, but it’s clearly about control as it harms the antenna of a female.

FGM, which is the name of this process, refers to the partial or total removal of the external female genitalia for non-medical reasons. In 3D terms, female genital mutilation (FGM) involves cutting, removing, or altering parts of the external female genitalia; such as the clitoris and labia, often under the guise of tradition, purity, or modesty. It’s usually done to girls between infancy and 15 years old, sometimes in non-sterile environments without anesthesia. There are four main types, ranging from partial removal to full sealing of the vaginal opening (infibulation). While it’s framed as cultural or religious, the practice causes lifelong physical and psychological harm; damaging sexual function, causing pain, trauma, and complications in childbirth.

To dive further, we must understand that the clitoris is not only skin, because it also helps the body feel and tune. It is a doorway for signal. When it remains whole, memory can wake. Not just mind memory but also field memory. With rightful pleasure and steady trust, the feminine can touch layered time. Old lives. Hidden places. Family codes. Through this signal, she remembers the temples, the crystal lines, and the Mothers. So what happens when these ‘fictional’ groups cut it?

They break the bridge.

They scatter the map.

They stop memory from landing in the body.

In this disgusting ‘tradition’, that is the base aim.

In this world, trauma does not drift in by chance. It is used. Trauma scrambles the field. The nerves get stuck in survival. The soul cannot fully arrive. This ritual is a sharp symbol of a wider plan. A plan that fights the feminine signal.

They changed the stories.

They hid the priestesses.

They turned the womb from altar into burden.

When the feminine remembers, she does more than speak. She sends. Through eyes. Through touch. Through the quiet beat of the womb.

The system goes for the root. Not because she is weak, because she is the gate.

Go deeper in this tale and you find more.

Memory does not live only in the brain, as discussed here. Memory also lives in the field. The womb holds record of what a bloodline has faced. Pain sits there, and power sits there too. When a woman meets her grail again, with body and spirit, she becomes a walker of time. She can fold layers, step out of the trap, and her steady signal can wake others.

This is why the ritual stands. It is not to honour her as it professes. It is to limit her true work.

To lock her to one layer.

To make her forget the rest.

To hold the gates shut.

Even in ‘fiction’, the field does not forget.

It waits.

It waits for the ones who return.

For women who take back their signal.

For lines of family that refuse to fade.

Healing does starts in the field.

It grows when a woman chooses her body again.

When she lets pleasure be clean and holy.

When she names what was taken and calls it back without shame.

The gateway may be harmed but her signal remains.

We bring you this blog to shine light on a process brushed under a heavy rug. To inform you of the disgusting traditions some walkers of this world deem ‘necessary’. The same walkers we also let cross our boarders.