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DRINKING THE MEAD

lynn andrews transformation

“Refuse to fall down.
If you cannot refuse to fall down,
refuse to stay down.
If you cannot refuse to stay down
lift your heart toward heaven
and like a hungry beggar,
ask that it be filled,
and it will be filled.
You may be pushed down.
You may be kept from rising.
But no one can keep you
from lifting your heart
toward heaven —
only you.
It is in the midst of misery
that so much becomes clear.
The one who says nothing good
came of this,
is not yet listening."
~Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes

“I’m standing in a meadow. Grass all around. In front of me on a distance a long long wooden fence and a Deep Knowing within that when Robert Madden Moon Over Smith BridgeI will pass that fence there won’t be a returning back for ever more."
I am 9 having extreme high fever and did not pass.
I had a Drink of the Ancient Mead but nothing did I know about Mead and the Well of Origin.

 

In November 1983 this Window of Knowing will open once again. It is like the Pause between two Breaths, like the Pause between two Heart Beats, this split second out of time and space in which a Clear Deep Knowing can come through and it came through, to me, once again that evening while joining a lecture about Carl Gustav Jung, the Swiss psychologist whose multidimensional approach, whose Bridging Science and Sacred deeply resonated in me. It is on that evening of recognition, of feeling acknowledged for the firtst time in my life, that I all at the sudden Know that everything that has happened in my life up until that moment makes sense, that it simply makes sense. No more, no less.
Again, I had a Drink of the Ancient Mead but still I did not know anything about Mead and the Well of Origin.

Mead Woman

A few years later I am entering what would turn out to be the Darkest Time of my life.
In that Dark Season 4 Faeries come to me handing down to me, each, a Holy (Healing) Spell. They Teach me how to Speak these Spells and if I will do it the right way I will be able to Heal myself, they say.

1. “God and Devil are the same as Good and Evil. The difference is only one letter."
This simple Saying opened my Ears for Language. When reading books words would spontaneously open and close again showing me a new world that, in its Essence, was an old and ancient one. And so I learn that Female Words are not only the opposite of Male Words but that they include Male Words and doing so can be seen as Symbols of Wholeness, of Oneness, as is the Circle.
Words have never been the same again. They are transmuted into Symbols, into Hieroglyphs, Gateways into another Realm.
The first Word showing Herself to me that way was “She" “S-He"

2. “Ask yourself why you feel what you feel."
“If you want to break up any relationship you’re in, and know that you have the right to do so, just realise that you will bring yourself with you, always. A new relationship may look bright and shiny but one day you will meet yourself again and come to that place of walking away again or asking yourself: why do I feel what I feel."

3. “Your Body Remembers"
Being on my way to my Psychology Lessons as part of my Holistic Healing Study. Sitting in the train, feeling sick, having irregular heartbeat, panick, full of fear.
Surprise. It went so well and here it is again.
Teacher: “did this happen before?"
Me: “Yes."
Teacher: “Was it also on the way to your Lessons here?"
Me: “Yes."
Teacher: “Your Body remembers. Your Body remembers and reacts the way it did the very first time.
As long as what is beyond these feelings is not completely worked through your body will remember and react, any time you will get in a situation similar to the original one, as being in that original one."

And so I began to Drink from the Cup of Memory, from the Cauldron filled with Precious Mead, that Blend of Spirit, Memory and Poetry that would lead me through the Underworld, through the Labyrinth of Love to finally find myself in the Center of what turned out to be a Lemniscate.

4. “Bond And Bondage"
“When you’re standing in one Circle with someone else, only one of the two of you can stand in the Center. The other always has to turn with the centered one, as a Satellite, without any Will.
When you’re standing in an 8 with someone else, the two of you will each stand in the Center of your own Circle, still being connected through the Golden Thread forming the 8, the Lemniscate.
This makes the difference between Bond and Bondage."

And so I started Dancing my Dance, started Singing my Song of Creation, gaining more and more Understanding of the Ancient Mead and the Well of Origin.

dancing under night skyJupiter and venus dancing in night sky

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COUNTING THE TREES

Trees are sanctuaries.
Whoever knows how to speak to them,
whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.
They do not preach learning and precepts,
they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
Hermann Hesse

hawthorntree

It is said that Trees are Keepers of Memories. During the Dark Moon of Dreaming Moon I chose the Hawthorne (or does She chose me) to do my Ritual with. She is standing North of our House and while Offering Mother Earth and May (or Hawthorne) my Blessings Whispers of Memories are reaching out for me and I Listen, and this is what I Hear:
Footsteps, footsteps of a child on a road creating different sounds because of echoes coming back from empty spaces and from Trees along the road. I hear footsteps of an adult, too, the child’s father I guess. He is walking on her right side and right from him are the Trees. They are playing a Game called: Counting the Trees. Every time the child hears the echo coming back from a tree, when she hears she is passing a Tree she says: “Yes, there’s one, and another one". And the voice of her father: “Yes, then sound of Grin". Her mother and sister are there as well and they all have fun and I can hear their laughter. They are happy because they all See the same Tree, if its with their eyes or their ears.
Years later I will learn that the Trees taught me, as a Kid, Echolocation or Flash Sonar, that Trees have been my Teachers in Imaging the World with help of Sound.
But in those early days this was a favorite Game of the Child, and her Family.Country Diary : Noctule Bat (Nyctalus noctula) peering out of tree hole

Years later the Tree would come back in my life as an Old Friend, patiently waiting for me to find him so he could comfort me and give me a place to rest.
It is in my mid-thirties in a period of my life that I feel threatened and full of fear that I, on a certain moment, find myself on the bottom of a Well, a cold chilly wet Well with high slippery walls all around. I am sitting on the ground not knowing how to get out. After a long while I start climbing, hands and feet against the wall. Again and again I slip back but I hold on wanting out of this gloomy place so badly and after a very exhausting long time I finally can grab the edge of the Well with one hand, pull myself up and over it and roll out. Being very tired I lay still for a while but then slowly get on my feet again and start looking for Stones. I want to lay Stones on the opening of the Well, I want to lay lots of Stones on and over it to protect myself for falling in again. Every Stone I place represents someone who loves me and I say their Names out loud, I name them all. So, I create a Monument of Love.

cairn
When I am ready it is still no time to rest. First I have to get away from this deep whole, this Well, as far as I can and so I crawl up a Hill. Being on top, looking back, I can see the Well deep down below with a Cairn built over and around it. I crawl a bit further and there He is, an Old Old Tree, an Old Old Oak. He invites me to sit with Him and rest. And so I do.
It is 26 Years later that I, coming out of the woods, stepping upon a Path, find myself again Facing Oak. It is then that I realize that sitting down and rest at his foot had only been the Beginning of another Journey, a Journey that would last 26 years, wandering through the woods, through a Labyrinth of Paths leading me back to the same Center, over and over again.

Coming out of the woods I find myself on a Clearing, back on Track, back on my Path and it is Oak who is there to welcome me.

oak-tree

All these Memories are Whispering to me when I stand with Hawthorne on the Dark Moon of Dreaming Moon. She who is standing in front of me, Woman ready to Receive, May, Her I Offer my Sacred Waters/Sacred Blood, Walking around Her, Singing, Chanting, Telling Mother Earth Peace is on the way.

MOUNTAIN CHILD

cave on path in woods

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where Mysteries Dwell and Animals Speak
Where the Voice of Hive Mother is heard in the Night
Where Dreams are Carried on Faerie Wings
And Birds are Singing Dawn into Light
There lives in a Cave a Honey Priestessa
Transmuting Nectar into Honey and Mead
Riding the Tides, Reading the Hieroglyphs
Offering Prayers and Blessing the Seed

Turtle is telling Moon Cycles MythMountain stream with wildflowers at lion lake with bees everywhere
Moon is Sharing Waters Rhythm
Water is Dancing Salmon’s Wisdom
And Heron is patiently standing on a Stone

Bees are Humming the Song of Creation
Blue Jay’s Cry a Sound of Joy
Humming Birds hovering swiftly lightly
And up the Mountain a Footprint of Deer

Oh Appalachian Lily of the Valley
Rabbit Tobacco and Mountain Mint
Hear the Song I Sing for You
Hear the Song I send with the Wind

Sitting at the Fire Wrapped in Silence
This Sacred Mountain Cave my Home
Weaving Threads of many LifeTimes
Into a Shawl for the New Day to Come

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Portal of Rebirth

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Emerging from beyond the Clouds, from where the Primordial Waters lie, I slowly descend along the Cord of Intentions Woven by the Great Hive Mother. There are Knots in it, Sounds, Words, Images, Hieroglyphs to help me remember, to show me the way. And while going down She is Weaving me into Her Dream, into Her Plan. And while going down I’m Wrapping myself into my Plan, into my Dream.
When I’m almost down I for the last time call out to Her:
Hive Mother, Please, send me the Songs, send me Stories needed to Remember, to Remember My Name.
Send me the right Words, let them spring forth like the Waters from the Source, Sacred Living Waters, for they will be needed as Mantra’s of Medicine.
Then I step upon the Earth and start walking…..And on that very moment I hear the most beautiful Song rising up from the Birth Chambers deep down below:

catal huyuk

Catal Huyuk

Great Woman, Mother of birds
Your shrine is sticky with beeswax and feathers
Your shrine is loud with throbs, with the beat of wings
You are the vessel beaked and breasted
You contain us as earth contains us, as sky contains stars,
Our ancestors, our yet unborn
We pour through you life after life
The vessel dips into the river, water pours out on earth
Earth drinks of us as corn sucks rain from your breast, as
rain feeds the river

Great Sky Woman
Your shrine is deep in the cradling earth
Your shrine is the spirit’s resting place, beginning place
We are your vessel
You are milk on the wing
We contain you as the body contains breath as the breast
contains milk
You pour through us life after life as breath pours through
us,
The ancestors, the yet unborn return,
Our bodies are their vessels
Earth drinks of us as rain feeds the river

The spirit rises on the wing
The room bums with power; you hear bees; you taste honey.
The woman cries out, her contractions ripple through you like
the bee wings that carry you up as you match breath with
breath as you been trained to do.
The bird comes for you and you ride her out into the free sky
where the stars are smeared like breast milk in a vessel of
dark brew.
They are the souls of the dead; they are the unborn.
They are a vast field of grain and here is your grandmother
walking toward you holding three different stalks of wheat
from three fields.
“Plant these together," she says. Then she is gone.
The bird plucks a star like a glowing fruit with her beak.
The wings beat with your breath. “She’s crowning!" the women
cry. “Bear down. Push!"
You cry out together with one voice The child slides free.
“A girl!" the women cry in delight.
They give her to her mother, who holds her close as the old
women chant a song of praise:
A great gift, a precious gift has come to us . . .
You catch the birth blood in a bowl to pour over the fields.
The child’s skin is covered with the waxy vernix that
protected her in the womb.
The old women rub it into her body and smear some on their
faces. “It make you beautiful," they say.

The shrine is filled with song and laughter.
Tomorrow you will walk the fields.
You will find seeds of three different kinds of grain and
plant them together.
When you have planted and harvested and planted again, season
after season, your daughters and daughters’ daughters
following after, you will have something new: a heavy headed
kernel, easy to thresh, a gift to the people from the
ancestors.
You have brought the knowledge through, for you are a
priestess of the women’s mysteries, shaman of the birth
chamber, ancestor-speaker, the bird’s rider,
a woman of knowledge.

America's Stonehenge

Woman made of soil by women’s hands together at America’s Stonehenge on the Summer Solstice.

The Old Women Chant is written by Starhawk dedicated to Marija Gimbutas and the Birth Chambers of Catal Huyuk

Horned God

Drone Moon – Where Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine Meet

Horned God

Horned God

When the Horned God is wonderfully described to me, in detail, I can see Him sit, there on the edge of the woods. He is not speaking to me, he only sits there, being within so it seems. A sphere of mystery is surrounding Him and is keeping me attentive and on a distance. I feel resistance and this feeling grows even more while reading a cultural piece about the Horned God. The words God, Lord, the descriptions feeling and sounding to me as dogma’s…….I turn away from it and find Him again.
What is drawing my attention most is the Snake around his left arm, a Horned Snake. She is the Goddess, isn’t She? What is He doing with a Snake around His arm?
The Horned Snake leads me to the Horned Goddess known to me as Elen of the (Track)Ways.

Googling Her I find a writing of Robert Moss which strikes me because now I meet Her as Elen of the Dreamways exactly while I, and the other Melissae, are into Dreaming during this Drone Moon.

Elen of the Old Ways
I continue reading and another surprise is awaiting me when I find Elen’s double or close Sister, who I already knew but whom I am now connected with on a much deeper level, being Nehalennia, a Goddess living here on the coast of The Netherlands.
Nehalennia is known as Patron of Voyagers and Seafarers. Many votifs have been found in the waters in the SouthWest part of the Netherlands where Her Temple was and still is situated, the part called Zeeland (Sealand).
She’s most known sitting on a throne, a basket with fruit on Her lap, the moon above Her head, a dog at Her feet.
But what I learn from Robert Moss now is that She has one more Animal Companion being the Dolphin and that the Dolphin in Old Europe was the one to bring you across the Waters from this World towards the Otherworld.

The Horned God has brought me into Action, has led me back to Ancient Roots and has given me a way to Walk between the Worlds by riding the Dolphin.
He also brought back into my consciousness the Snake, the Snake I also met two years ago when I joined Anique Radiant Heart in her workshop Creating a Sacred Gourd. This workshop was held in a center called Athanor. In this center all rooms have a name. I stayed in a room called Hermes Trimegistos and on the table is a painting of his Staff with the Snakes. Above the table is a painting of Snake Woman. This has become my room ever since.

That weekend was a time of deep transformation and it was during this weekend that I received my first Message out of the BeeWorld:
LOVE = Nectar of the Heart of Divinity
I fill my Cup and share it generously

And now, this Drone Moon, this Sacred Time of honoring the Divine Masculine, the Horned God has brought back to me the Snake in a very powerful way. More pieces of the puzzle wonderfully fit in, important Symbols and Messages, guiding me away from cultural beliefs, opinions and dogma’s towards the Essence of Symbol and Myth to find and acknowledge my own Truth, to witness and bee.

Moreover, the Awareness that the Journey is about healing the Divine Feminine AND the Divine Masculine by walking the Labyrinth of Love right into the Heart where the Two can be Woven into One.

And He, the Horned God, He is still sitting there on the edge of the woods being attentive in a meditative and mysterious way. And I, I am sitting with Him – Listening – Remembering – Willing to be Woven into One

“I have been your constant Guide
From your Caves on the Mountainside
We have walked Hand in Hand….."