MY EYES HAVE CHEATED ME

A small group of people enters a park; slowly, carefully, for this is an extraordinary park. Yes, all is there; birds are singing, water streaming, statues, plants and bushes but one thing is missing: light. All is in complete darkness. These people just embarked on a Journey called the Seeing In The Dark Experience and I will journey with them as their guide.
We will explore and experience the wonder of our other, non visual, senses and instead of looking around we will create a 3D soundscape by Listening around. Our feet will Tell us about the different layers on the ground and we will use our hands to See the statues.
Its a walk through a park, on a street, crossing a road with all the different sounds, feelings and scents.
But there is more. This is a group of people that wants to discover more about themselves. So, how about trusting yourself in a complete unknown area? Trusting the Dark, the others and your guide?
How about communication.

Darkness is a perfect setting to invite people to come closer to themselves and start speaking from a place of honesty. In the dark it is easier to open up to one’s feelings and because of being in the same situation this Journey can create an atmosphere of intimacy, of connectedness.
What I’m trying to describe is how a walk in the dark can make a good working caring Team from people who know each other only one day. And this Bond makes this Journey very special.

This night there is one person I’m very quickly in contact with in an easy and familiar way. And when we are in the dark bar and sit together at a table with our drinks our conversation easily and naturally becomes one of familiarity. We dive deep and doing so Threads are Spun and Woven into a Fabric of Deep Understanding and Connectedness.

We talk about human things like being uncertain and having doubts about ourselves. I tell you that I feel a nice person within you, that you have a kind personality. You ask me how I know without seeing you with my eyes (if its dark or light) and my response to that is that Seeing someone, Seeing someone’s personality has nothing to do with looking at someone with your physical eyes but that it is about Energy, about Vibration. For me it is the combination of Voice and what radiates out of someone. No fake through body language or whatever mask you wish to put on your face.
What is happening between us is hard to describe but, heart-to-heart connected as we are in this very moment, a Cocoon of Intimacy is Spun around us and when you ask me if you may hug me (something I’ve never done before with visitors and never after) I react after a short hesitation with a Yes because it fits the situation. We stand up, you walk over to me and for a short moment we hold each other there in the Dark Speaking Words without sound.
Then the Moment is gone and with that the Magic.

Three years later you’re back and I, again, am your guide in the dark.
I have to tell you a story, you say. Again in the bar sitting at a table you share your story with me.
“That evening three years ago when I came out of the dark back into the light and saw you (you hadn’t seen me before) what my eyes saw, told me, did not match with what I’ve felt in the dark. And I realised that my eyes have cheated me all my life. This has been a life-changing experience for me and i’ve taken decisions based on the Wisdom gained from that.
I left a long-term relationship I was in because for my eyes it still fitted but for my feelings it didn’t.
I have decided to not listen to my eyes anymore, to not let them take the Lead in future choices anymore.”

Sitting in silence in my own space I know that being part of such a transformational experience in someone else’s life means that there is a Message for me in it, too. And I ask: what is the Message for me here?
No doubt, my transformation is having grown from a blind-eyed little girl into a Woman who can See in the dark, who can trust her feelings, her Inner Wisdom. I’ve come Full Circle and feel a strong desire to finally leave the past behind.
Like the World Serpent surrounding the Earth, bringing together two extremes to make it Whole, so I now bring together two extremes in me to become Whole: Being Blind in the Light, Having Sight in the Dark. I Am Both.
I am ready for the next step on my Path, for the Work I’ll choose to do.
With a Big Smile I Mark my Path with this Gem, a Marker to trustfully Journey from into my self chosen future.

INGRID KINCAID IN NEDERLAND

INGRID KINCAID, THE RUNE WOMAN, IN NEDERLAND


Van 17 mei 2017 tot 7 juni 2017 is Ingrid Kincaid, The Rune Woman, in Nederland. Tijdens deze periode zal zij lezingen en workshops geven en is het ook mogelijk privee sessies/readings bij haar te boeken.
De voertaal is Engels maar er wordt, waar nodig, gezorgd voor een vertaling in het Nederlands.

Ingrid Kincaid is binnen de gemeenschap van Portland, Oregon, USA, een Oudste. Ze is schrijver, lerares en verhalenverteller.
Het is haar passie en missie de ondergesneeuwde Wijsheid van het Noorden terug te brengen in de wereld.

Er staan op dit moment 4 Evenementen gepland. Tevens is het mogelijk privee sessies/readings bij haar te boeken.

WAAR: CENTRUM WAKAN
Grote Hout- of Koningsweg 39, 1951GN Velsen-Noord, Nederland

WANNEER
Zaterdag 20 mei 2017, 14-16 uur: in deze eerste presentatie zal Ingrid zichzelf introduceren, vertellen hoe zij de Wijsheid van Het Noorden heeft teruggevonden en ze zal ons een voorproefje geven van The Lost Teachings of the North / De Ondergesneeuwde Oude Wijsheid van het Noorden.
Zondag 21 mei 2017, 10-16 uur, de dag workshop Lost Teachings of the North – Living Wisdom of the Norse Spirit Wheel.
Woensdag 24 mei 2017, 19:30-21:30 uur: When Women Remember Their Names.
Vrijdag 26 mei 2017, 19:30-21:30 uur: The Missing Grandmother of the North.

Zie voor de beschrijvingen hieronder.

Privee Sessies/Readings op afspraak.

KOSTEN
Losse Lezingen EURo 15. Er wordt voor koffie/thee gezorgd.
Dagworkshop: EURO 60. (zelf lunch meenemen)
Dit is inclusief koffie/thee.

SPECIALE AANBIEDING
Bij deelname aan de Introductie op 20 mei + de Dagworkshop van 21 mei bedragen de totaal kosten niet EURo 75 maar, EURO 60.
Bij deelname aan alle 4 Evenementen bedragen de totaal kosten niet EURo 105 maar, EURo 75.
Laat de kosten geen probleem zijn, maar neem contact met ons op voor een voor jou haalbare oplossing.
Privee Sessies/Readings in overleg met Ingrid.

Voor informatie en/of opgeven, mail naar: tinahvisser@gmail.com of stuur een berichtje via Facebook/Messenger naar Tinah Bee.

Voor vragen/info vooraf aan Ingrid Kincaid, mail naar: ingrid@ingridkincaid.com

Of ga naar: http://www.ingridkincaid.com/details-of-nl-events.html

Mis deze unieke kans niet om Ingrid Kincaid, The Rune Woman, te ontmoeten, zij die zegt:
“Ik ben een Eigen-Wijze vrouw. Ik help mensen op ontdekkingstocht te gaan, hoe angstig dat soms ook kan zijn, door het stellen van vragen.
Ik nodig je uit je leven te leven vanuit het stellen van vragen en niet vanuit het idee dat er maar 1 juist antwoord bestaat.
Als je de moed hebt met mij samen te werken, spiritueel, persoonlijk, creatief of professioneel dan verzeker ik je dat je leven nooit meer hetzelfde zal zijn”

Ingrid en ik verheugen ons erop je op 1 van de evenementen te ontmoeten.
Je zult geen spijt hebben van dit nieuwe avontuur.

BESCHRIJVING EVENEMENTEN

1. Introduction Lost Teachings of the North, Saturday May 20th, 2pm-4pm, 15


Join Ingrid Kincaid as she provides the beneficial background and sets the scene for her upcoming in-depth workshop about the Norse Spirit Wheel. Ingrid will share how she has come upon her knowledge of the Wisdom of the North and provide the information that will allow you to sink into a deeper understanding and vibration for her later workshop on the Norse Spirit Wheel.

Ingrid Kincaid is an internationally known author, educator and spiritual elder. She carries in her bloodline an intriguing mixture of a Norse woman’s love of travel and adventure and the song of the bagpipes from the Scottish Highlands. Ingrid speaks passionately about the rich spiritual heritage of Old Europe, the earth wisdom that informed the life of our indigenous ancestors before Christianity and before the Romans and she reminds those of European descent of the need to know their own forgotten indigenous heritage.

In her teaching, writing and storytelling she invites people to bring their spirituality back down to earth, reconnect with their roots and heal inherited ancestral grief.

Ingrid will be visiting The Netherlands between the dates of May 18 through June 6, 2017. She will be giving presentations and leading workshops as well as offering private spiritual guidance sessions.

Facebook event listing here.

2. The Lost Teachings of the North, Sunday May 21st, 10am – 4pm (break for lunch), 60
Living Wisdom Of The Norse Spirit Wheel

This day-long workshop taught by Ingrid Kincaid is an interactive mixture of earth wisdom, rune lore, storytelling and guided meditation. Weaving together the ancient and the modern, she creates an experience where you can explore and reconnect with native wisdom and spirituality that is part of the forgotten indigenous, heritage of Old Europe.

There was a time in the past when the people of the earth lived in harmony with nature and the cycles and seasons of life.
They oriented themselves by stepping into the center of the Great Wheel, rooting themselves in the earth and looking to the horizon for the future and the past.
How can an understanding of the teachings of the Spirit Wheel benefit your life today?
Learn to use the Wisdom of the Wheel
reconnect with indigenous wisdom
find direction
regain balance
solve problems
resolve conflicts
reclaim a sense of joy and purpose
remember ancestral heritage

We will take a stand in the Center of the Spirit Wheel
We will listen to the speaking of the Winds that blow in the Four Directions
We will meet the creatures that dwell in the Wheel
We will call upon the Runes that hold the teachings

Facebook event listing here.

3. When Women Remember Their Names, Wednesday May 24th, 7:30pm-9:30pm, 15

What’s possible when you remember who you are?
What would you talk about if you weren’t afraid?
….afraid of being judged
….afraid of being criticized
….afraid of being embarrassed, made to feel stupid or even shamed
Who would you be?

Do you long to connect spiritually with the wisdom of the sacred feminine?
Are you hungry for a more passionate, meaningful life?
What secrets, desires or dreams have you hidden away?

For thousands of years our stories have been told by men, in their words, using their language, written in the margins of their books, if written about at all.  Our sacred wisdom has been denied and devalued in religious systems worldwide, systems that are patriarchal, misogynistic and female dishonoring.
It’s time we women reclaim our names and remember who we are.
When we remember who we are, we speak our Dark Moon Wisdom
through the Mystery of Our Creativity
through the Mystery of Our Sexuality
through the Mystery of Our Spirituality

Facebook event listing here.

4. The Missing Grandmother Of the North, Friday May 26th, 7:30-9:30pm, 15

We Europeans have wandered spiritually for many years.
We have sat at the Sacred Fires of many peoples, of many colors and many languages.
We have copied their practices and rituals.
We have adopted their symbols and art.
We have embraced their spiritual beliefs.
It’s time we returned home.
It time we remember our own sacred history.
It’s time we sit, once again. by the Sacred Fire, with our own grandmother, the Native Indigenous European Wise Woman.
She is not a woman of color.
She is not from the land of other.
She is our Grandmother.
We carry her memory in our bodies.
She sings to us through our bloodlines.
She is waiting to welcome us home.
She hasn’t really been missing.
We are the ones who have forgotten.

Join us for this rare opportunity to hear Ingrid Kincaid, speak about the Missing Grandmother of the North, a topic that is both challenging and provocative.
Ingrid is an internationally known author, educator and wisdom keeper. She carries in her bloodline the intriguing mixture of a Norse woman’s love of travel and adventure and the song of the Scottish Highlands bagpipes. Ingrid speaks passionately about the rich spiritual heritage of Old Europe, the earth wisdom that informed the life of our indigenous ancestors before Christianity and before the Romans and she reminds those of European descent of the need to know their own indigenous heritage.
In her teaching, writing and storytelling she invites people to bring their spirituality back down to earth, reconnect with their roots and heal inherited ancestral grief.

Ingrid is visiting The Netherlands giving presentations and leading workshops as well as offering private spiritual guidance sessions.
The Missing Grandmother is just one of 26 topics included in her yearlong course called Hidden & Forbidden: Women’s Dark Moon Wisdom.

Facebook event listing here.

THE MISSING GRANDMOTHER

Sitting at the Well of Origin, that Pool of Wisdom, I ask: Where to find the Missing Grandmother.
Why is She missing in the world.
Why is She missing in my world.
I wrap myself around this question and listen and wait…..
What I hear is the sound of tinkling Ice, a Song so clear and still.
What I hear is the sound of tinkling Ice turning into the sound of melting Water. And the sound of melting Water is slowly changing into a soft Whispering, a Whispering that seems to come from all directions.
I wrap myself around the Whispers and wait….

Whispers of Water

I’m standing on a Path, the Woods behind me, Woods I just left after wandering around for years and years. Grandfather Oak stands in front of me and smiles at me.
“Welcome back”, he says.
“Come and sit with me and tell me about your adventures in the Woods”.
I sit down at his Foot leaning my back against his Trunk and a sigh is finding its way out before it allows words to come out.
“I have been wandering around for years and years, sitting at many Campfires of many Peoples. Meeting Grandmothers from different Cultures, from different Colors and different places. I heard a lot, I learned a lot. Stories, Songs and Dances. Ancient Wisdom seen through their Lenses. I learned a lot.
But while leaving the Woods all at the sudden I realized that I have missed one specific Fire, that I have missed one specific Grandmother, a Grandmother of the North, a white one. I didn’t found Her Sacred Fires. Did I miss it or don’t we have a Native Indigenous European Grandmother?”
Silence. “Grandfather, where is the Grandmother of the North, of my indigenous Heritage.”
“I cannot tell you where She is. You must find Her yourself. Rest a bit here and then continue your Journey. This Path will lead you into another Spiral of the Labyrinth of your Life. Only You can Walk that Spiral. Only You can Walk the Labyrinth of Your Life.”

tracks-in-the-snowAnd so after resting for a certain time I step back on the Path again, like a Cross-Country Skier stepping back in the Tracks again, to follow this Long and Winding Road, up and down and flat again, down and up and flat again, meandering like a river leaving debris on one side, showing erosion on the other side.
After a certain time I hear tinkling Ice again and the sound of melting Water. The Path widens and like a clearing in a forest there in front of me is an open space which sounds like a Cave, a large Cave.
Now I hear the sound of a burning Fire and a voice saying: “Welcome back. Welcome back. Come and sit with me by the Fire. Rest a bit and then tell me about your adventures in the Woods.”

And again I tell my story about my wandering around in the woods, sitting at many Sacred Fires, learning a lot and about missing one specific Fire, missing one specific Grandmother, She who dwells in the North.
How come that this Grandmother is missing in the world. How come that She is missing in my world.

“This Grandmother has never been missing in the world nor in yours. She has always been there. But many people are not looking into Her direction and so don’t see Her. She is not easy to find. She is not loud but silent. She is not spectacular but simple. She is hidden beyond Cultural Walls built from patriarchal Stones so one has to break down these Walls and has to dig really deep through snow and ice to get to Her. One has to reach beyond the war-like male dominant stories, songs, myths and legends to find Her, the Native European Grandmother, the white one. She belongs to the Circle of Indigenous Grandmothers but is mostly overlooked, forgotten, living so far away up in the very North. And who does like Cold and Darkness and is willing to set out on a Journey to find Her?”

“The Grandmother of the North has always been there.
Her Wisdom is Singing in your Blood, carved into your Bones, Woven into your Heart and Soul. She has been calling you and you finally heard Her and have followed Her Voice.
You can rest here as long as you wish and then I’ll send you back, back into the world. But before you go we will Sit by the Fire and I will Share the Secrets of the North with you. And I will offer you a Drink, the Mead of Memory, so that you will remember everything you’ve learned here when being back in the world. So it will be, so it will happen.”

I find myself back at the Well of Origin.
Do I still hear the sound of the burning Fire or is it the melting Water?
No, this sound is different.
What I hear is a Spinning Wheel.
Someone out there is Spinning the Threads and softly Singing a Song.
I listen and I hear a clear voice saying: “Good Morning, Granddaughter, welcome back” and a Spindle is laid in my hands.

grandmother-on-spinning-wheel

ANCESTORS’ CALL

Threads are pulled up, a Web has been Woven and will shine and brightly hang in the World Tree.
With these words, I finished a Journey that I’m back Home from only recently.

It all starts with a Dream at Full Moon Night, a Lucid Dream. It is like being awake, but I’m Dreaming.snake-woman-with-full-moon
There is a Woman besides me, on my left, on the left side of my bed.
She is Pythia and She tells me that Snake Energy will come into me now and it won’t hurt. Then I hear her say that the Serpent is inside me.
The Snake, like a living Serpent Cord used by people to work with Ancestors, immediately goes at work.
While showering the morning after this Dream the Message I hear is: how wonderful it would have been if in those days we would have had Facebook and I would have been in contact with my parents that way. Mom would have loved it.
I decide to create a Memorial Page for my parents which I do that very same day. From that moment all of the sudden, I find myself on a Journey, on a Journey that Drives me, Forces me, to dive deeply into my Ancestry.
Every now and then a soft protest leaves my lips: what about Holy Waters/Sacred Wells, the Topic I should work on for my Women’s Dark Moon Wisdom Course, until I get it that the River of Blood is also Holy Water and a Sacred Well.
It looks like that I have to work this Topic out this way.

And so I cross the Big Pond and start my Journey where once my Ancestors started their Journey, venturing from the Netherlands to the United States, Michigan.
From the moment I get up till the moment I go to bed, I am wandering around on the WorldWideWeb to Repair the Threads, to find and bring back a lost Branch of our Family Tree, back to its Home in the World Tree.
I thought I would like to find a living Family Member, but when time passes it becomes clear that that is not important, that it even might cause a Split.
It is my Journey along the River of Life back to the Source, the Well of Origin, to Repair and Heal.
If I would meet someone in person that would be okay, but I no longer try and create such a moment of connecting.
This is about Essence.

I find Names and Dates of Birth and Death, I find bits and pieces of a Family Story over a time span from end 1800s up until now.
I’ve heard the story being told by my parents many times, but now I find much more and when I’m finally holding this Branch in my hands, I can only Smile and be proud of my Family, of those who are my Ancestors now and of those still being alive.grand-river-at-grand-rapids

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It tells me about what Blood is streaming through my veins. It tells me about huge Male Energy providing the strength to go forward and go for your Dreams/Goals, but it also tells me about a huge Female Energy, the Women behind these Men, and there is one Woman to whom I feel especially drawn.
She has received my Family Name by marriage and when I read her obituary I wished I’d met her.
She, a Woman born 100 years ago who was a Teacher in Chemistry, who was teaching at other schools when they moved to another place, that she was playing the piano, was clever with words and poetry and very good in Storytelling and Family History.
Claire was her Name and when I find a picture of her on the Web, I can feel a soft Energy coming from her, a pure Divine Feminine Energy I recognize from my mother, an Energy that was surrounding her body after she had left it, an Energy of Love, of Compassion, which I also recognize as the energy of Kwan Yin.

And what I experience is Eihwaz, the Rune of Balance, the Rune that holds the Wisdom of so above so below, so within so without. In other words, She, Claire, was the Woman behind that very successful Man, but she also was the Woman standing besides him, not hidden but visible in a very clear way.
It is her incredible Feminine Energy that has carried and nourished the Manifestations of her Husband, and her own, and has nourished her in supporting him the active way she has done.
Claire has been seen and has received the Credits she deserves otherwise I never could have found her Story which made me understand my Story.tree-with-webs

While approaching Dark Moon feeling the Energy going down I finally sit silently and quietly at the Well of Origin. A deep wound within myself is healed by pulling up these Threads and Weaving them back into our Family Tree – into the World Tree – for ever more.

P.S. When I finally Meet a Living Family Member my Blood, Heart and Soul are telling me loud and clear that this Journey was NOT about Essence only…or was it? If so, then it Dwells right in the Heart of the Smithy where Family Bonds are Woven. 🙂

ISA AND THE STAFF CARRYING WOMAN

“You may not remember
But someone
in some future time,
will…”
Fragment of a Sappho Poem – 7th C.BCE.

northern lights ice fields

ISA = I Wait
And the Mystery within is contained and revealed

It was at Winter Solstice 2014 that Isa came my way. In the turmoil of changes She came to me with the Message to Sit and Be Still.
Be still and Listen, Listen and Feel. No plans, no solutions, just sit and be still.
It was at night before falling asleep that She invited me to come and stand on the Ice with Her experiencing spaciousness, feeling clarity and noticing under the Ice some soft rippling of the Waters, deep down below.
She helped me to slow down, to wait and watch things appear instead of pushing them into form. She helped me to wait for things to be ripened and ready to harvest or to let die. She helped me to stand strong in all this waiting and to always find my way back to the Center, the Center of my life, the Center of Life.isa rune

But Isa is more than Ice only.
The Ice Rune Isa is shaped as a vertical line, as a Stav or Staff.

Staff Carrying Woman
It was in 2012 that I met Isa for the first time during a workshop dedicated to IxChel, Mayan Goddess of the Moon and Waters, Childbirth and Death, Weaving and Rainbows.
IxChel leads me back to the Mayan Moondance.

 

top of Ixchel's TempleIn 1994 the Keeper of the Mayan MoonDance, Isabel Varga, decided the time had come to send the Dance out into the world for the Healing of Mother Earth and all Her Children.
During 4 nights (the 4th being the Full Moon Night) Women are dancing from Sunset till Sunrise within a Sacred Circle while Men are playing the Drum and Singing the Songs outside the Circle. Yin and Yang working together in a very harmonious way.
Women traditionally promised to dance the Moondance at least 4 times in their lives. After the 4th Dance they became a Staff Carrying Woman and were allowed to start their own Moondance Circle.
I’ve danced this Dance 4 times in my life and became a Staff Carrying Woman,  but I did not open up a new Moondance Circle.

 

After wandering around for many years I finally have found my way back to the Sacred Fire of my indigenous European Ancestors.
As my Foremothers have shown me the way back to the so called Motherlands, Old Europe as Marija Gimbutas named it, the ancestral Lineage of my grandfather (my mothers father) who was German has led me to Northern Europe.
The Runes have had my interest since long but it is not until the past few months that 3 Women have come my way who have each inspired me to step back on Track, to look differently at the, for me, macho Sagas of Norse Mythology and reach beyond Indo-European Culture (beyond Odin’s time).
Both my Maternal Lineage and my Grandpa’s Lineage have guided me back into Pre-Indo-European (Pre-Patriarchal?) times to find the Broken Threads and Heal them.
And all the time from 2012 up until now,  Isa kept coming back and I wondered what Message she might have for me, Isa the Ice Rune, Isa the Stav.

Then I find the Volva / Staff Carrying Woman of Ancient Northern Europe.volva simple drawing with stav
Women who could transform one substance into another by Spinning, Weaving, Churning, Baking etc., but who also used their Stav to travel in the Inner World.
By using the Stav in making Rhythms, Chanting and Voicing Tones and Runes they could find their way in the Inner World and still do so.
And what struck me like a lightning bolt is that as the Volva can find her way in the Inner World with help of her Stav.  I have found my way in the outer world during whole my life with help of my Staff being a Cane, the Cane I call Isa now.

So Isa is very important for me being Stillness and being the Stav in the outer world as well as in the Inner World.

Sitting at the Well of Origin repairing the Broken Threads and Weaving them back into the Web of Wyrd I smile realizing Volva and Bees have something in common.
As the Staff Carrying Women are known for their ability of transforming one substance into another so are Bees – Transmuting Nectar into Honey.
And so Isa and Honey Priestessa go hand in hand here.

NOrns

HONEY KISSES

These Sister Bees are showing us how to transmute Nectar into Honey.
Each Bee receiving the Nectar is adding Her special Enzyme, Medicine, to then pass it on.
This Process, so called Honey Kisses, goes on until the Nectar is transmuted into Honey and available for every Member of the Hive.

What a Beeautiful way of Transformation.
What a lovely Bee Teaching about the benefits of Sharing.

When being in a transformational period of time, when transmuting Nectar offered through Life into Honey, we also can Share our thoughts and feelings with someone else or with others who might add their special Enzymes, their Medicine, to make it easier to flow from one situation into another.
Let’s allow ourselves to make transitions in a more gentle and peaceful way.

I am grateful for the help I receive(d) to shed old Patterns, allowing me to flow into new ones.
I am grateful for and thoroughly enjoy Honey Kisses.

ODE TO THE UNBORN

Sitting at the Well of Origin I hear the Water whispering Names, Names of Dreams about montezuma_well_by_derek150-d45me5qto be born.
Here is the place where Starry Children come down to wrap themselves into a Dream and set out on a Journey on the River of Life.
Here Threads are Spun and magically Woven into Songs and Stories who want to live with us, wherever we go, whever we are.
I hear a Voice, a Clarity, I recognize from a time long ago when She visited me during a night, wanting me as Her Rite of Passage, wanting me as Her Stairway from Heaven onto Earth.
But I would not be the one to open that Door for Her.
Now She is asking me to tell a Story, to tell the Story of Blood Sacrifice.

indian woman with corn basketVoices of Women rise up in the Sky, come down to the Earth again while entering a Circle of Sacred Stones. Some of us are carrying baskets filled with Corn. While walking the Circle round and round, Chanting the Chant, Singing the Song, we generously Offer Corn to this Land, to Mother Earth, to our Ancestors and to the Work to come.
When all is given in Song and Offering we are gathered around an Altar of Stone and each Woman, one by one, will now walk up to the Altar to do the Work. When I’m standing there in the Center of the Circle for a split second I’m panicking. I’m holding a baby in my arms laying her down in front of me. No, I haven’t done that….It simply cannot be that I have ever done this and I definitely won’t do it now.

I take the saw in my hand with discernment and start working. While sawing I turn the Head round and round until a little Lid is left, almost falling off.
I remove the upper part of the Head which makes the sound of a cork leaving a bottle of champaign.
The Heart is opened.
I step back to take my place holding her in my arms, against my heart, Heartbeat to Heartbeat, to beat as one.
When everyone is finished we walk back to the Temple still Chanting the Chant, still Singing the Song.
That weekend The Sacred Gourd will be transformed into a Healing Rattle.
That weekend I will be transformed by Experiencing the Meaning of the Word Sacredness and it is there that I find the Story of Blood Sacrifice.

In that night long ago when I heard her voice, that Clarity, it was then that I realized that I had made a choice based on culture, opinions and beliefs without even asking the Wisdom of my Heart.
The Chatter in my head had been so loud that the Voice of my Heart could not be heard.
Now this Clarity, this Clear voice is Piercing through all the sounds opening my heart and I cannot but Feel.
Ten years later I will hear a story of a young woman having an abortion at will and falling into a depression afterwards.
A Peruvian Shaman told her that we, women of the western world, don’t have a clue about Blood Sacrifice.
He said that when a woman, consciously or not, makes the choice to not have children she is practicing Blood Sacrifice saving her energy needed for carrying, birthing and feeding a child for something different, for something she alone knows it is worth it.
And I wondered what can it be that is so important that its worth a life?

Again ten years later I hear a woman say that, women who have no children or sons only, being the last of the female branch of their lineage, are here on earth for a very special reason and again I wonder, what can it be that is so important that its worth a life?

I was haunted by this thought like a prey hunted by a predator constantly having that feeling I have to come up with something really special to do in and with my life.

Years later I will learn about the True Meaning of Blood Sacrifice.womencircle
The word Sacrifice comes from Latin sacrificium = Sacred Action or Action performed by a “Sacer” = Holy Person or, in Sacredness.
True Blood Sacrifice has nothing to do with killing but has everything to do with Blood Offering, Offering Moon Blood practiced by Women in ancient times. They carried the Wisdom that Moon Blood is filled with nourishments enriching the Land, nurturing Mother Earth and this for sure is a Holy Action practiced in Sacredness.
For a long time Mother Earth has done without it but these days more and more Women are tapping in that Ancient Wisdom and start practicing this True Blood Sacrifice again.

Sitting at the Well of Origin Whispering Waters are no longer heard. The Well is shrouded in Mystery.
And I ask: what is so important that its worth a Life?
And from beyond the clouds where the primordial Waters lie a Face is piercing through the Mists, smiling.
And it is the Voice of my Heart I hear now when its softly whispering – when its softly whispering My Name.