A Land for Priestesses
Headed off to Mother Well this morning.
At my Thursday team meeting for the remote job that I do, they asked if anyone was doing anything fun this weekend. I said I was heading off to my Land in North Carolina/Tennessee, the deep woods, to a shack, no electricity, no water, no street lights, just 200 foot trees, me and my partner.
On Samhain no less.
‘And you’re excited … why?’
The disconnect for sure. Since I don’t have the right cell provider, I have no cell service. Which is awesome. No emails. No YouTube. No social media.
Beyond that though, there is something larger.
I have been speaking to many about my calling to make a Land there for my many Priestess friends to live or visit.
I spoke with a good friend yesterday who has been doing Women Spirituality work for decades told me that many have had this vision but it has had little fruition for obvious reasons: too much financial burden falls on one person or legally sharing property is uncomfortable in our culture, etc.
We also touched on the subject of ‘spiritual bypass’: the many she has spoken with lately who in a ‘you get what you put out there’ way that is metaphysically popular have chosen to ignore all the horrible things currently happening.
Polarity.
I believe that is the key. Understanding that the coin has two sides.
Choosing which side to focus on while still occasionally flipping the coin to the other side.
I see it in my mind.
The area is sloping hills by a very remote lake. It is a blend of civilized and completely wild. Three of my ten acres are Bog so very important ecologically.
And so is She.
I have created a pathway through the trees and on the sloping hill from one side of the Land to the other. There is a certain point in the pathway that stops me every time.
I see it.
Paths. And alcoves. Altars in honor of her. Asherah. Sekhmet. Brigid.
This feeling of peace, reverence and honor.
A classroom where women who are called to this work come and share their visions and their knowledge both in person and online.
All of us working together.
I see an area in my mind, I call it Deer Ridge as there is evidence that Deer sleep there who, with their permission of course, I see a firepit. A full moon. A mountain vista.
Drumming. Dancing. Chanting.
Circles.
A place to usher in a New World with a new way of living.
Incorporating in the Sacred Feminine.
The Wild. Mother Earth.
The attraction? Yes, there is the ‘disconnect’, but beyond that, when you stop running, the way we do constantly in our culture bombarded by this and that.
When you stop, when you pause, when you breathe.
You feel Her. The trees. The ancient. The Force that really drives us, the Rio Abajo Rio.
“Each woman has potential access to Rio Abajo Rio, this river beneath the river. She arrives there through deep meditation, dance, writing, painting, prayermaking, singing, drumming, active imagination, or any activity which requires an intense altered consciousness. A woman arrives in this world-between-worlds through yearning and by seeking something she can see just out of the corner of her eye. She arrives there by deeply creative acts, through intentional solitude, and by practice of any of the arts.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves
Can we get there?
Of course, we can. We are getting there.
Dream it.
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