Prayer on the Blood Moon

Watercolor By Azrael

Watercolor By Azrael

What an incredibly blessed time this is. I find my self, again, in perfect alignment with La Luna… our Great Moon… and Her cycles… Today I bleed. I honor the Darkness inside mySelf… the Darkness inside my womb; Sacred void; Cave of Creation… Within this vast stillness, I give mySelf permission to rest, relax, release ALL there is… ALL forms which did not take to sprout… I ALLOW their return to Mother Earth… I ALLOW my blood, my Sacred DNA… to enrich the fertile soil of Her land… I Give-Away this Blood… my Body… so that All My Relations may continue to enjoy the Abundance of Her vast Gardens… I Give-Away my Blood in order to remember, as each cycle passes, that I will some day Give-Away my whole body… my final Blood… my final Gift.. just as All Who Have Come Before Me… and humbly offer mySelf  to All Who Come Beyond Me…

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I have had a super charged journey back into the Moon Rhythms since I weaned my Sun. My blood did not return until he was 17 months old (which was two months after we weaned from the breast) This means that I did not bleed (aside of course after giving Birth) for Three Years! An astounding length of time considering how deeply I had come to be involved in Blood Mysteries for years leading up to conception. For three months after it’s return, I actively brought my Blood to a Power spot, a Huge Ancient Saguaro whom had been receiving my Maidens Blood for years before I became pregnant. After the third Moon, I began to ignore my cycle, forgetting my bond… my cycle quickly spun out, hormones scattered and for the first time in my life (I began bleeding at 11 years old) I was experiencing all of the tremendous pain, exhaustion, fear, anger and blockage that comes with the Stagnant Blood. The suffering of so many of my Sistars, who are denied the rest and release which is our Birthright.  My eggs became cysts and secreted enormous amounts of estrogen… I was ovulating every 3 weeks for many months, bleeding every 3 weeks for many months… scant, thick, old blood. I was experiencing excruciating pain during ovulation, bed ridden for days…depleted, repressed, withholding… I was dead inside. I was fortunate to be living in a house with my dearest Herb Witch, whom I have bled with for years before all of this began, and who was able to provide me with support and full awareness while I was in the transition. Blue Vervain became my Ally… Ginger compresses became my teddy bear… and Rest became my mission…. After only a few cycles we were able to stop the pain, but my cycle never synched with the Moon… it stayed elliptical all these months as I continued to strive for the Ultimate Freedom: to Bleed in silent, restful BLISS!

The New Moon TODAY, this month, this New Year, after much hard work and prayer, I was able to keep my Blood inside for a full cycle (a miracle!) and return to my Healthiest Wealthiest cycle, which begins with Blood at the Dark Moon each month. I am honored and overwhelmed… like a hopeful new mother I have been repeating over and over in my head “Please come at the New Moon… Please com at the New Moon.. just a few more days! Please!”

My pledge, to you dear Flow-ers, Sistars, Bleeders, Breeders, Feeders and Crones… To the Moon Herself… is to bring my awareness back to this cycle… to grow and shed this mysterious knowledge… and share all I have learned with my Sistars… May your Blood flow gently. May your Blood be Ruby colored and full of activated oxygen. May your Womb be fully nourished: warm, rich and fertile as the Earth.

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The Sacred Work

The Sacred Work

is the work for which

you were born.

It is that which

is encoded in you

in every fiber of being

that houses your

bright spirit.

If you listen

it will call to you

from the inside.

Asking, calling,

even begging

for you to release

it from its cage

of reason.

Of logic.

Of acting normal.

Getting it right.

Waiting for ‘ready’.

If you listen it

is knocking from

the door inside.

Do you know

where that door is

upon which

is written

your holy name?

The name that

belongs to the part

of you that knows

who you are?

The name you

struggle with

or don’t dare to say

out loud?

For fear of being

hurt, or heard?

Healer.

Teacher.

Leader.

Changemaker.

Priestess.

Artist.

Poet.

Storyteller.

Wayshower.

Guide.

Curandera.

Cantadora.

Medicine woman.

Writer.

Shaman.

Seer.

Dreamer.

The time has come,

even today.

For those who are able

to rise into the work

called

sacred.

If you feel anxiety,

fatigue, if you wonder

what it is all about.

If you wonder when your

time will come.

There is only one thing

I know that is the remedy

for this over-culturation

that keeps us captured

from our soul’s deepest song.

It is this:

To declare your sacred work.

– Shiloh Sophia ♥

via Yellow-magnetic Seed @Facebook.

Black Madonna:::She who Accompanies the White and the Red

The Black Madonna. You know her, we all know her in memory, – she is hidden behind a sacred black veil, and when we call to her that veil is immediately parted and she sits in silent acknowledgement of our (male or female) deepest being. She is the dark aspect of the goddess, the one that accompanies the white and the red. Wise, benevolent, and unthinkably strong and wise, she is also known as “Sophia”, the one who sees all, is shocked by nothing, and knows all. She is our Great Mother, the one who embraces us in silence when our concerns are too difficult for common understanding. Never judging, never questioning, she is the one who hears, then knows, and unflinchingly provides answers though her vast reserves of wisdom. She is the one who pushes us forward and provides strength, lending hers to ours, and being part of our body so we can do what we must.

…There is a fascination around her that defies description. Nothing is ever lost, only waiting to be rediscovered. She is our connection to the earth.

The “black” in question is hardy yet soft, earthy rich, absolutely protective, enveloping like a mothering cloak, wise, forgiving and nurturing.

There are connections to her with the original earth goddesses, so there is sustenance in going to her, sitting in front of her in a shrouded grotto, wooded hill slope, or her shape carved out tree. Or she can appear to us out of a void, just when we need her most. She knows all and understands all, when we don’t.

Imogen Crest

via TheGypsyPriestess@FB Pages.

Alpha/Omega

For I am the first and the last

I am the venerated and the despised

I am the prostitute and the saint

I am the wife and the virgin

I am the mother and the daughter

I am the arms of my mother

I am barren and my children are many

I am the married woman and the spinster

I am the woman who gives birth and she

who never procreated

I am the consolation for the pain of birth

I am the wife and the husband

And it was my man who created me

I am the mother of my father

I am the sister of my husband

And he is my rejected son

Always respect me

For I am the shameful and the magnificent one

Hymn to Isis, Great Mother of All

Third or Fourth Century B.C.

Discovered in Nag Hammadi

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The Spiral Moves In and Out

“I begin at the center, says the wise woman seer.

“I come from the chaos and the completeness at the center of the spiral.”

“ I am vital, moving, growing, unrestricted in resources, as I am born in the Wise Woman tradition.”

“In the natural flow of my expansion and enrichment, I encounter pain; I lose control; I die.”

“In the natural flow of my curiosity and play, I discover joy and wisdom. I am born.”

“Pain is inevitable, suffering optional in the Wise Woman tradition.”

“When I hurt (when my heart hurts, when my head hurts, when my shoulders hurt) I nourish myself: I nourish my heart, my head and my shoulders. I nourish myself and am strengthened, transformed and deepened; my vibrational rate increases.”

“I expand. I open my spiral. I ask myself, ‘How can I make this problem my ally? What is the gift of health / wholeness / holiness here?’”

“I gain energy with each sickness or problem. My range of resonance and my capacity to receive and to share increases every time I encounter pain and loss and make it my ally.”

“I ally myself with all that I resist and thus become whole. I regain my holiness. Every time I nourish myself in my pain, honor my distress, and love my uniqueness, my vibration is vitalized and the spiral gets bigger, and more open, and more forceful.”

~Susan S. Weed from Healing Wise (Wise Woman Herbal Series)

via Wise Woman Spiral~ | MYSTICMAMMA.COM : consciousness, spirituality, wisdom, inspiration.