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There are connections in my life that awaken a longing in my heart

An ache.

Between us rests a love so ancient,

My heart has been traversing the landscapes of an ancient grief.

I found it hiding out under moss and vine.

Underneath the bedrock of anger and projection there it was; in the shape of the ocean, it smelt like autumn.

From the darkness

Archetypes are birthed

cloaked in energetic imprints

that carry old age stories

a golden thread

woven through the history of everything.

𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬

They are the sacred tales of our beginnings and endings that hold within them archetypal melodies, the cords of culture that infuse civilisations. Myths are the maps of meaning for our human experience and whether we consent to it or not humanity exists within these ancient narratives.

I am an undercover agent

A harlot

A wicked adulteress

I am pure fraudulence.

And I am here

Awake.

Words are becoming foreign landscapes to me as the language of the sensuous beckons.

I have a longing to hear a silent circular chord that encompasses everything in existence.

My Eternal Beloved

I have been yours since the first cosmic breath was exhaled inside the primordial waters of your dark womb.

You my love have caressed my many faces with your southerly wind fingertips.

Magdalena

This is not just a ‘women’s training’ but a rite of passage into the future that is already here, waiting for our gaze to soften enough to detect the subtle magic illuminating all life.

Magdalena is not a woman, mother or whore.

Neither her or she.

Magdalena is a principle of LIFE that anchors in the core of the heart stretching down to the smallest molecule and up to the cosmic sea.

It was my 42nd birthday on the summer solstice and I was hanging upside down over a waterfall in Greece as part of a ritual to acknowledge the doorway to my Uranus Opposition Midlife Transit.

Archetypes have been surfacing within our collective culture for thousands of years. The origins of archetypal theorem trace back to Plato who deciphered them as mental forms imprinted in the soul. Jung described archetypes as universal patterns and images found within our collective unconscious. These images have emerged through mythologies, religions, legends and for me, through direct transmissions.

I have been summoning the spirit of death recently. She has appeared to me in many forms; the dark goddess of the crossroads Hecate shrieking from my voice box, roadkill lifeless on the side of the road and a primal urge to massacre parts of my psyche that are controlling and afraid.

The church of Saint Sulpice is the beginning of the Roseline, a meridian that runs from Paris to the south of France. St Sulpice is the first sacred site marking the Magdalene mysteries, a cathedral built around a womb. The womb represents the birthing portal of life and our eventual return through the uterine waters to physical death. The Magdalene mysteries document Mary Magdalene’s arrival to these foreign lands with her children after the death of Jesus, her beloved.

Lilith

I have loved you since the beginning

And your chamber of carcasses

Abandoned by this world

The offcuts

The outcasts

I want to talk about a topic that is close to my heart and one that activates some of my work in the world.

The gender and sexual conditioning of men and male bodied people.

A few days ago I woke up with the crusty remains of black vomit splattered across my white dress..

It was ‘spiritual vomit’; you could say I was officially christened by the divine mother.

This week a sister and I held a joint sensual bodywork session with a male client. Prior to commencing I invited him to share what he desired to feel and experience, he replied he was looking for connection. During the session he told us that he had not been touched for some time, repeating “it’s been so long” over and over. As I felt into his body my heart ached, I could feel his yearning for touch and connection, and I felt the imprint of it’s long absence.

I am traversing the ominous midlife stage of my soul’s journey- the hazardous 42. This midpoint of the lifespan can be described through the following analogies;

1. Imagine yourself standing in a public space and a person wearing a t-shirt that says ‘I call bullshit’ approaches you and tears at all your clothes leaving you naked and shivering amongst hoards of clothed people.