Women were planted by God
to rise and bear the holy fruit
that with one bite imparts all wisdom
satiates all hunger
and rekindles the sacred flame
in all souls
We are the dream keepers
the water bearers and life givers
Women rooted to Life
are flowing with the nectar
that feeds the crying children
~This space is for women only- those born with an anatomical womb. The circles and private mentoring are geared toward the great reclaiming of the feminine Christ at the center of a woman’s life, while learning how to travel through the dark nights that she will inevitably see as her holy crucible for awakening back to Womb Consciousness.
I believe with all of my heart and womb that what a woman longs for in the depths of her flesh is to know thy-Self, to trust thy-Self and heed the ever-present voice of God within her every cell with open hearted love and devotion.
To pray at the feet while knowing that those same feet are what walk her down her human path. To bow at the beauty while knowing that every face and every form she sees is her own. To bless the mess knowing love is the still point of every storm.
She is a beacon of Truth in trying times and the unifying flame that brings the dance of Life back to a steady rhythm of oneness. She embodies the ever-present movement of change while holding still the light of faith for others lost in the sea of seemingly endless sorrow.
Within her womb lives the first language- a holy prayer, a gospel of remembering the omnipresent spark in all things. This wisdom can never be lost. All is embedded in the sacred flesh, animated by the breath.
Reconnecting to the consciousness of the Womb is a woman’s path home to God and the feminine Christ light living and ready to shine again from her soul.
When women return to walking in the light of Christ’s ever-present truth, all of life restores itself to balance. For within this returning live the sacred laws of reciprocity and unity consciousness.
The teachings of Christ as imparted upon the people of his time, his disciples and particularly Mary Magdalene, have influenced history more than any other story or teachings of our time. The grave corruption, silencing and manipulation of the core of the teachings have perpetuated war and division more than any other ontological discourse.
If we were to look at the rootstock of the gospels we would find that they tendril into what we now call feminine wisdom, and why women were, and still to this day are, severely silenced and oppressed. Also why the gospel of Mary and the naming of many other women in spiritual authority, were eliminated from the sacred texts, the Bible.
Women’s bodies hold tremendous healing capacities to awaken the gospels within others by way of the sacred vessel of Life in our bodies- the womb.
The womb is what determines whether the wisdom or the wound expresses itself in our families, our communities and within the hearts of all upon Earth. That is the power in a woman’s body simply by emanating her reunion with living Truth.
To choose to walk back home to the imminent truth of these teachings is to confront profound controversy, alienation, cognitive dissonance and ego death because of the extraordinary impact that the story of Jesus Christ has had on the collective consciousness. To reclaim the teachings as they were always meant to be is an ancestral healing that reorganizes the dominant, collective ego structure that prefers war over peace.
As you travel this path you may encounter, what is known as the red thread, weaving through almost every major spiritual tradition. It is symbolic of the ever-present connection to a Love that can never die. And along my journey I have come to learn that Jesus was a shaman, a Bard, a Guru, a Mystic and blessedly, refreshingly human man who taught Love from living as Love.
It is the mystical path of the priestess to take the hand of Christ in faith, devotion and a felt sense of protection that can only come by way of knowing thy-Self.
And I asked Mary one morning – but what of this darkness and pain that comes over me- as I fought again to rid myself and resist in fear of some surreptitiously sticky idea that I cannot walk with God and the burdens of life at the same time.
My child YOU are also that darkness.
Love ensued and the light was forever born within me, where it has always been.
As it is within you.
I have been made whole on a string of prayers
whose answers were woven into my life
in the pattern of a labyrinth
Whenever I cried to see Your face
I would become entangled
in a hall of mirrors
Until everywhere I looked-
upon each day’s daunting demands
with its storms and sorrows
and breathtaking bounty
I saw Love.
(Artist Julie Dillon of above painting)