I asked my womb blood what she was processing? "Everything" she said. She told me how today's pain was in the alchemical simmering of my vast feminine void.
How that all women who bleed are interwoven across the planet, lighting up with a web of ancient consciousness whereby we are in service to the Earth and all those on her. Our blood gives back life to that which needs replenishing, nurturing, love and forgiveness.
Women who bleed purify their environments through these dark waters of the womb, vacuuming up their lovers intentions both conscious and unconscious, whether it be their love or whether it be their pain.
She takes on the emotional load of not only those close to her, her children and her family but also what has come into her awareness, be it in her neighbourhood or something from the news.
Each woman is a grid point in her community anchoring in this holy rite, returning all that she has processed through the month back to the Earth alchemising it all through her body. Her womb space is a cauldron of the universe, a physical manifestation of primordial feminine magic.
Her blood is not dirty but full of life codes and stem cells, it literally takes all intentions and births it into creation. I imagine the work that we are in the midst of currently endeavouring as modern women, and that is the remembering and reclaiming of this feminine sacredness.
Long may we know it.
Long may we share it.
I share my own initiations, never anything that has not been granted through me. I speak words of my own wisdom and my own gnosis.
Many times my writings trigger conversations along the themes of exclusion, how dare I speak of my womb or my blood when there are those without this organ? How could I speak of my sexual pleasure when I have endured sexual trauma and others are still navigating theirs? Why do I speak as a vessel of a balanced feminine woman, what about the men?
I say time and again that it is because its through YOU that these topics must be heard. If you are in a place experiencing that which triggers you, then let your message be heard - this is your purpose! Until I have been initiated into these passages, I could never bring my congruency or authenticity into these subjects.
One day I will be a crone, and perhaps my blood will have flowed within, instead of out... and only then will I share of this passage. In this now I share from my place as a mother, a creative juicy sexual mother, one who bleeds. Through these messages, this is what I share
When patriarchal empires forcefully burned the ancient sacred ways of women, they didn't realise that womb mysteries were scorched into the very fibres, of flesh and of blood through the feminine lineage.
There is a radical remembering across the Earth of these devotional ways through the laws of nature and moon communities, as the magic of menstrual blood seeps back into our consciousness.
Grandmother teachings tell of women who walk between worlds at their most powerful and potent time of their cycle, as they bring back ancient secrets of their soul.
How would your life have been different if your own initiations into menstrual magic were held by these sacred ways?