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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

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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….."