The Creative One awakens me in the stillness of the night. Reflecting on the current season of Samhain, where the veils are the thinnest between the worlds, my ancestor’s voice calls to me.
She is the one who danced under the moonlight around the sacred walnut tree. The one who laughs at the folly of humanity and the one who flies free now. This is the ancestral line that lives on within me. The one who holds deep knowledge of ceremony & ritual. The blood lineage of the healed wise ones.
I look out in the darkness to the see the moon in her last quarter phase, luminescent through the apple trees of Venus. The balance of light and dark drawing attention to lunar divination.
Here in the southern hemisphere as we prepare for the winter solstice, I reflect on the three invitations of death that I have walked through in this lifetime. Three invitations of rebirth through the valleys of different worlds. I am a star witch, medicine carrier and earth poet. No conqueror can take this away now.
This is the time of the Way seers, the dream weavers & earth keepers. The ones who live in the forests and walk the sacred lands. The ones who listen to the language of their soul and nature, finding a resonant kinship with the trees, waterways, birds & insects. The elements, plants, stones & animals are potent wisdom-keepers and teachers. My eyes follow this magick, instead of ‘letters of competence’, I am shown talismans and sigils.
In nothingness there is so much space to create. Let’s make space for creation, magick, mystery and simplicity in our lives. Dive deep in to the golden sunstone of your soul to find true self love and rich celebration. Reclaim the Lost Traveller, the misplaced gypsy that has been locked away in the mechanism of time itself. A prisoner of the false illusions that exist around self-importance on an empirical scale.
As the bird song breaks through heralding a new dawn the circle of Spirit Grandmothers come close. Each has a message of kinship to share. They call me by my ancient name. The one who sings the old songs. The songs that allowed the navigators to find their way across the oceans to new lands. The planetary dream-seeds & crystal beings that have been the guardians of the original ones have awakened. This is the stirring of the restlessness that you feel within you.
“Do not seek outside of yourself what exists within”. I invite you to take this within your heart and reflect on what lies there for you? What has been lost that can be re-claimed, loved, nurtured and celebrated? Listen to your own whisperings and songs of creation, for they are there, and they do exist you just need to find them.
You are a bright, Shining One. You were born with a treasure trove of gifts and you may ask where do I find this? Well you just need to follow the landscape of your soul, embracing creativity, nature and the Great Mystery of life itself.
Mikailah celebrates her ancestral gifts as her natural birthrite ~ ceremonial woman, medicine carrier & Star Witch.