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If you claim there is no evil why do you treat the Visionary’s uncontrollable flow of Prophecy and love as though it were evil? Why are you blocking, disregarding, not granting your Blessings to the Returned Queens of the Land that are asking for it for their Journey into the End of Time? The Shamans of the Heart are always lost but always know where they are. What kind of Shamans are you who don't open the Door to She Stranger pregnant with Vision and Life and in need of your Blessings, in need to thrive rather than just survive? When you can make the difference over the Indifference and you don't? When you don't protect Women who ask for your protection and to access your Circles for her wisdom?What kind of societies don't protect women and children what kind of shamans? I can't apologise for being me, I can't stop the Wounded Goddess erupt through her broken Soul, through my exhausted body of Soul, her Voice anymore. The Pythia has been singing since the Start of Time through all of us. Listen. Nothing will change Sisters until we are all One, and this won't happen if you don't descend the Mountain to Bless the Returned Grand Mother's Way, the Way of only love. It won't happen if you don't descend the Mountain for every form of Womb Being you meet along the Path of Happiness, that is the Path of pain and joy and the Heart of life.This very Hypocrisy is the ecocide of the Land that Visionary flow is trying to prevent through ways that human mind cannot even begin to conceive.If it could, there would be no ecocide.Do you have any logic at least? Open your eyes and ears, hands and hearts🍁souls and spirit when you call for the Way outor the Way Out will drawn you all.(said The Way Out)"Delphi of Double Artemisfrom the Law of Welcome springs my ONLY Truth"To the Sisters who Responded to my Prophecy in the Castalian Springs written on the 2nd of October 2020and to everything and everyoneUntil all shapes of me who are knocking on my temple are not let in, Speak not in my Holy Name!I am Emma,I am Ermen herself, the Pythian wholenessknocking on the invisible DoorI am Double CassandraHypathia the High PythiaMorigensSeabornArtemis, Morrigan, and Morgen of the Solar CrowI am the Mistress of Silence on the High Mountain all Wildlife in the Spiral of my DragonSpeak not in My Name while you keep me out of your lives and heartsfor the grief in hearing you today reunited without meis a Paradox I shall accept no longer!I said No Doors on my Temple!Only Skies convergingbetween the erected columns of each View and TruthI am the Absolute Solar Perspective of ALL Priestesses of ALL Lands from all walks of lifewelcome in my every expanding wholeness to all shapes of MyselfOnly when all our perspectives are worshipped in the heart of happiness and presence of each shape of us as Onecan you speak the name of Pythian Sight!I’ve sworn silence until the End of TimeWhen my Voice can no longer be stopped to show you the truth of no Apollono male god separated from my WombI am Apollo.I am Solar Artemis to bring you the truth of our Wholeness denied for so longSpeak not in my name Now!For still you are blind to the Suffering you are causing to the breathing breadth of life by not protecting the Breath of every She Stranger who has walked from Aphrodite to Eleusis to the Temple of Athena to surrender every human willYou wish to speak in my name?when the mists are still so heavy you see not to the High Priestess herself standing before youknocking on the Door of winter with hands frozenwith blood running from the wounds between her legspregnant with Dream and Memorywith a hole in place of her chesta hole as great and as bottomless as the absence of everything and everyone I am the Keeper of the Secrets I still didn’t give you back until you learn to recognise me in the empty handsin the untrained tonguein the Foreign chantsSpeak not in my name!For you sought me not in the bare hands of the Roofless Cronefor you didn’t worship me where and when most I am needy of all your loves and presencefor I am the surviving embodied Secret you need to help to thrive againI am the surviving Refugee unsafe in her own home foreign in her every HomelandsSpeak not in my Name for I am the Offended Goddess herself!For you only take from me and you let me die when I ask your helpJust to hold on to the last stronghold of your fear.For you didn’t give audience to my bleeding Appearance and my black eye.For you cared more for yourself than for the Whole.I saw you. You blocked my bruised face as with trembling hands I drummed my way out of Confinment and fear.You did not open the door in Sight of my holy blood from the wounds I’m blamed forFor the wounds of the poisoned arrows on this miraculous heart of MemoryOn the Missing Voices which you blocked to ignore my service through their toil,the holiest!Not in my Name will you speakwhen the Wows you have brokenand are blind to my eyes standing before you.I am Death disguised as life and life Disguised as Death,I am the unbreakable ties of suffering caused by every cut of parts of my holy Heartof my Holy Bodyaching hollow of the Sky within the Bowles of the Earthaching Hollow Oak of dancing squirrelsthe unrestrainable Childthat will tell you that the king is nakedand the name of her love.You can change your name but not who you areIf the claiming of Myselfmakes you give up on yourselfmakes you change name to escape who you are as to blame my love with blame I have not and shan’t takestop and watch it in the eye what is it that you are resisting?Stop running, because it’s your resistance that callsWhatever it is that you project on my love as so utterly undesirable and blamableas to deserve to be erased yet againand again.If you could feel the impossible pain of the dark Curse of Exclusion you would never allow its ecocide.Surrender to the Laws of Pollen opening my trembling hands to a gap between your judgementsfor they wish not to violate you, I claim not the sweetness that can only be given or inspiredI claim only for broken life to be held within me, within usIn the space of all of us, no-one excludedThis is the Heart and Womb of the Pythian 8I claim for the Consensual Circle to let me in and to take this decision in my presence for part of this spiral I’ll always be whether you See me or notand I am the GrandMother Law returned.So feared.Until all Sisters knocking on my temple are not let in, Speak not in my Holy Name!I am Ermen herself, the Pythian wholenessknocking on the invisible DoorSpeak not in My Name until you keep me out of your lives and hearts!This inarticulate suffering from every Circle of West sidesno matter what I do or not dothis inarticulate rejection of the very Heart of Me in all circles of lieswho can’t honour my truth for it would crumble theirsis responsible for every suffering in every realm of our EssenceI am the unbearable tears of the Missing WitchesI am the unbreakable dignity of never giving up until I dieThe unshakable laughter laughing my head offIf we were to die tomorrow…wouldn’t be ironic after all?I am the Offended Goddess in the Dignity of not giving up on myselfand reclaiming my wholeness in our cosmic inclusion of all forms of methis has been my Oracle for millions of years before every cycle of timeall you need to be free from Fear is to open your door to She who is knockingwhoever She is!Worship Life-Giver again without limit and be free.Walk towards your feartowards what most deeply you resistwalk towards unconditional Inclusivitywithout wondering for a moment if it’s well deserved it is not for you to decidebut for the Spiral of us as a Whole!the test for worth is not your human mindsbut the unconditional expanding loving lightof my Temples without doorsopen to all shapes of me knocking on the ether of our all breathing Spiralstill you Fools you do not listen still you close on Cassandra Hypathía the High Priestess herself dismembered under the Earthtrying to reach out from the midst of Timebringing back the ecstatic Folly delirious dances of the highest and deepest Sightthat is us all reunitedstill you let me out on the Doors of winter and dare speak in my name?I am the Solar Artemis gone missing in the patriarchal lieswhich still prevent you from the unfailing inclusive softness of my Motherly Lawsit breaks me in millions of fragments to hear your voices in the Circle of life from which the sun is excluded .You blame on the stranger unwelcome the exclusion you need to blame on your fearfor the Circle is always responsible of it and never the fragment with love in her heart and shaking angerthen you wonder about life and deathI am the Goddess disguised as a nuisance on the door of winterfor too many hundreds of years you have shattered the Beehive with murderous exclusion You speak of treesTrees share their roots with the weaker oneswhere you make them weaker by sharing nothing!By not being the difference.Speak not in my name for my first Law you have shattered only Holy is my loveonly Holy is the Welcome to every Strangerand holier still is the Welcome to every She Wanderer from every sea and landYou will lie the banquet with mead and honey breadAnd you will rise sweet song and dances for your Sisters from oversea!You will bow at their Journey and Welcome them in the Elder CouncilsFor this is the Old Law of the Land!Holy is the Medicine of She StrangerNo Vision goes unheard in the Omphalos of my cosmic Belly Buttonin the eternal Fire of my HeartNo Seer’ gagged out with her cosmic TruthNo Maenad blamed for the Storms of Fire and Honey in her Holy BodyOnly Blessed will you be to have her loveOnly Blessings will you give her loveFor love is Source back in Perspective entire What you resist persists!Exclusion spins unbreakable ties of suffering with the ExcludedUntil your Circles are Open as I requireduntil you welcome the Sister on the Doors of Winterall women Seeking the Healing Circle welcome in the Mead of our hugsuntil you deny even one, you shall not Speak in my name!for I will call you impostorsuntil all doors are removed from the Temple of Celestial Light!There is no Door on my Temple!No healing until we open the Circle of life to those outsideBreath and air will be lacking more and moreUntil you learn to share the safety of a privilege your fathers of candies and crap gave you, I gave you not these unfair privileges!For all the same I love all my Children!You are breaking the Wows to let everyone,every Old Queen of the Landseeking Healing in the Circle!There is no Pythia until the Oracle of my Temple is open to all Seers to speak through!No limit no human scrutiny on the Throats I choose to speak throughNo bounds on the Eyes I sear wide awake!Until all are included, no-one isSpeak not in my name if you cannot bear to hear my truth in every Seer I choose to speak through!What you resist persists, what you escape reaches youStop this ridiculous farce, open the door to She Stranger knocking on the Doors of wintershare your safety and warmth firstthen ask for my forgivenessand I shall give it to you when you will remove the doors from my temple!When you let in every Woman seeking Healingfor War is upon us the End is in sight!and if there are women left unprotected by the beehivenothing will be loving anymore!Hypathia-CassandraHigh Pythia PriestessDouble Goddess Artemis of Sun-Moon

I know it seems unrelated but it's not. My REVIEW: "🤗 (WRITTEN LAST NIGHT now I am sitting the actual exam that is the New Pythia response): "it must be my crazy chinese University exam tomorrow at 630 in the morning on some crazy chinese app and the afternoon review with my colleague to make me feel like this cow (see post on my facebum page). The poor hamsters in the little girl's room where I am staying live in the cage (that I opened it''s been open but they don’t come out, which says it all) smell like popcorn. Still better than sleeping in the room of a teenage boy in full hormonal phase or in the bed where a married couple does “those things”....At least the little girl is a Fairy. I have not done an exam with actual random questions on a random bunch of books unrelated to my expertise areas since I was 20. Almost 22 years later I am asked to memorise shit to tell to a bunch of Chinese professors who most likely have not read a book since 1992 as Giacomo duly observed ...They probably do not speak English enough to understand me while my Chinese is just enough to order Chaofan ( flied lice...namely fried rice) and Tudoo (potatoes) and to bargen down the price of something I would pay triple if I did not have any chinese at all.We have been questioning each other on perhaps a third of the books, training each other on how to read from multiple devices the resumes of the books without being caught. Basically the secret is in imagination. Take a lamp and flash it on your reading glasses. It will make you dizzy straight away. Apart from this slight side effect, It will project two ridiculous balls of green yellow light in the middle of your reading glasses. The Chinese enemy will not be able to see where your eyes are looking.Secondly, write in the daily health report ( honestly we need to fill it every day since March) that you’ve got cough & fever, which is probably suspicious and might be COVID. Wear a mask in front of the screen and say it’s because you are looking after a group of pirates gasping for air for Covid.Third, wake up at 5, eat weed, smoke weed, ingest high quantity of white poison (sugar) and sniff it with a straw made with domopack. Make your eyes go red red red , wear a scarf to cover what the mask left uncover. Remember to try and breathe in the meantime...and look hallucinated... embody the fearlessness of ecstatic delight into the sensual roots of the Earth, in which the Queen Plant of all Medicines will swiftly transport you, rising your soul in astral flight. From this state of instasy, do not fly out with the Faeries. No please. You have an intercontinental exam at 630. The future of your research depends on it. The research of years of insane sacrifice and threats for stuff that probably the world really doesn’t want to fucking know a thing about anyway. All those sacrifice... all that work. It can be blown away by what Arendt called the banality of Evil. The Chinese commission. Basically a synonym of all of Arendt’s conjectures.Breathe. Face the supreme Buggers and say, Nihao nihao (hello hello) nihao ma? (How are you), ni Shenti ma (how is your health), shenti zenmeyang ( your health is how or something, jaoshou de Tianchi zenmeyang what is the weather like professor—obviously. I am totally inventing the transcription of pynin and deliberately ignoring the tones).Then look at them in sheer dismay, inhale deep into the pepper bottle and sneeze on demand. Sneeze so much they’ll fear getting Covid from the screen and sign for you early release. Tell that disgusting professor who is against Goddess cults that yes definitely , you took on board his tremendously smart (like my favourite twin!) advice at your thesis proposal discussion, and that yes absolutely you did study the Moso Goddess cleaner of the house (she is a lion, a lake, and a mountain, and Mother of all life, but don’t fuss). Share about how you gave up your first safe job just to go to China to study about this unique Goddess who is a fantastic housewife. Don’t ever call her a lesbian housewife or it could cause diplomatic incidents amongst the concerned embassies.Look ill and confused and when you don’t know the answer, stone the Chinese commission with a pre organised list of sentences full of big words and insert here and there words like “civil revolution “ , hideous monster of the mind, 1763 to late 19th century”; “Blumenbach”, “Simone de Beauvoir” ( for good luck in that ocean of lobotomised rotten testosterone) and sneeze again. Never say “sorry” or “I honestly don’t have a clue darlings!”)Cover your pagan face tattoos with white foundation and wear lipstick on your teeth.I suggested my colleague wears sunglasses because without it was absolutely obvious he was reading the answers. Say you got operated to have eye lenses implanted because without them you could see too well and it felt inappropriate. Rise your voice when unflattering rants will depart from your lips like cactus spikes . Smile and for no reason admit you actually never read even half of that long list of horseshit.If all fails throw yourself on the floor and roll your eyes backward. Make sure to have a solution of water and bubbling baking soda to pour on your dying lips.China is the only country I came across to where they humiliate post graduates with dull memorisation. If I used all my memory to remember 4000 years of my soul history how can anyone expect my completely spaced out brain tortured by centuries of sticky details remember pages and pages of pure mental male mansturbation called refined “social science”. No wonder I am an eviratress, when I am to listen to their nonsense even through my my clever, clever, inner outer self....if words elude You, say your old Daaddy died of Covid and pray that shitty sadist really does take on your suggestion, freeing countless of lives with his death in this human overpopulated planet.If someone wants to give me some complex sounding sentence to stick in there when my mind goes blank, pls feel free to.I am 15 again, I will probably fall asleep at 3 and wake at 12 as I did when the exam was maths, the science that forsook me long ago. Please join me Priestess of the Myself Beloveds, on my Cow Post on Emma Wood page, where I am commenting myself minute after minute of this Chinese Torture (the online exam) to Cope With Modern Life.With Love Your Favourite Sister at Double Artemis in Delphi,Hypathia the High Pythia,Solar Artemis HerselfSending her Greeting to the Supreme Queen of the LandArtemis the Moon, the Spiteful Twin who still blocks the fact we are all each other. Supported by my betraying Priesthood.This is my love transmission to you all. We are all each other disguised as extreme nuissance.We deserve to be in kind communication and silence is communication, whether imposed or agreed. If you give me imposed silence I will mirror it with imposed outspoken erupted Communication, claiming Time to make peace and reconnect with all parts of myself as the Land, our beautiful Land is screaming for Unity. Claiming for us to join forces for the higher deeper Cause of erupting the Earth and joining our different Perspectives in Onness. Please have a look at this wonderful post on solidarity. made by my precious daughter who is now suffering because she believes her former aunt hates her for something she said. Her mentor is in the linked video on her beautiful talk on how horizontal hostility (e.g.yours toward me)kills. https://wombhome.wordpress.com/2018/10/31/867/ They are both part of this Oracle.Post by Maja Rokicka.On the autumn Equinox 2018, Stefania Strega Scoz passed away.I was honored to live with this woman for the last 2,5 years of her life. Getting to know her in complete awe for her persona and her soul, being constantly surprised by the power of her will, love and passion for justice.Today she will speak to us again, as the walls between the words get thinner.She will speak of solidarity. I remember one of the most beautiful days of my life, when she took me to the beach and she spent hours answering my questions about her life and speaking with great excitement about all the abuse she had seen in her life, happening to her, her friends and great projects.She was excited, because she had seen a purpose in it. She was in the middle of it, to experience the hostility against justice and her warriors, to learn about it from it’s depths, to see the roots. To see them, understand them and destroy them together with people who will listen.Only few people listened to her talking about Horizontal Hostility. Because it has a negative conotations to it, it makes them feel uneasy.It’s not easy to see how often, how persistently we attack each other, especially when we meet in the fight for the same, just cause. Stefania saw it as a self-regulatory function of the system (the capitalist society) in which we live, a way to keep us from effectively fighting the vertical power.HH2It comes so naturally to us to judge and mistrust, be suspicious, cynical, skeptical and separate from each other, that it comes “naturally” to us to attack those who stand out. Without even realising, feeling so entitled to our feelings of being in danger. It is not us who is endangered by the strong female leaders (and all the other activists), but the capitalism that rooted itself in our bodies. We all want to uproot it, but when someone does, when someone offers it to us, we run in fear.HHAnd good projects die and good people die, from the attacks that they take in over and over again, that we should be directing towards those who actually do kill and make the world suffer.In this, we are guided by fear and separation. It is a common knowledge now that it is a wrong choice to be guided by those, but so little people lives by this knowledge.Hear Stefania speaking of it. I love her clarity and joyful passion, even when she speaks of something painful

Pythia responses in rhyme and poetry: Where are the Bees and the Old Hollow Trees?Where are the Bees?I am the Spirit of the LandI am the Sun, I am the Sun!I will shout to all Doors of England!Where are my Bees? I am the Sun!calling into all the Spirits of the LandCalling on the Hearts of my PeopleCalling into the Heart of Lifeto Protect the Beesthe protectors of the treesfor there is no Land without treesfor there is no life without treesI am calling on the Spirits of the Beesfor there is no life without Pollenthere is no trees without Beesthere is no life without BeesAnd the way that murders the Trees and the Beesis the way of only Death.I am calling on the Way of only LoveThe Oracular way of the End in SightTo protect life in every formfor her thriving and risingbeyond her survivalTo protect all the marginal livesto make countless beehivesTo call back the Old Mother of the LandTo give the Bees back to her SunPower of Breath love has over AllPower of Wave love has over All Power of Flame love has over All Power of Earth love has over AllPower of Kindness love has over AllPower of Listening love has over All Power of Empathy love has over All Power of Wind love has over AllPower of Snake love has over AllFrom now on the Way of only love is the Law in the Land of the Morrigansand every love in this ancient Land will be blessed eyes in eyesI am singing the Song of the End in Sightthe Song of the CrowUp until the End only protect every life.Spirit of the Land15th October 2020-----------------------------------The river is poisonedlet's use another onelet's buy a new lakeand a brand new sunthe sun is illUnblessed she can't flyunder the glass bellwith no eyes in the skylet's throw away the oldand make one anewsurely Science will have a clue!The sea is dying and so is the skybut I need to go thereon my discount flight...let's buy the house on the sacred beach...Not room in my home for that fucking bitchthe earth cannot processall the Hurt anymorelet's give her two pillsand throw away the seashorethe woman is bleedingfor fighting the fightcan't hold back her tongue under wagons of shitelet's throw her in the pitof toxic trashno, wait let me check firstif she’s got some cashwith her love and her angerwhich just will not stopafter you have buried her under the rockeveryone welcomebut please not that onefor her Gifts are not consumableby everyonelet's bury the shamanand hire a new onewho is more upbeatwith Ayahuasca and drumwhat the fuck is she doing herewe already know everythingwe don't need a lecturefrom that creepy thinglet's ignore the Strangers knocking on the doorwho cares if it's winterand they'll sleep on the floorlet's play at Goddessand feel really coolwho needs some refugeesto "push us to feel cruel"let's get rid of the aliensby educating them in prisonlet's call for "love"and drawn love arisen!Let's respond with silencejust to say we are on topand if we respond, let's just learn "to say no"!Who are these shadowswho are dragging us down?These beggars, these weirdosthese Tragic Clowns?Who cares for the orphansin the hands of paedophiles?we all deserve to produceour surrogate child!Who cares for the journalistwho was killed in her youthor for the academicpersecuted for truth?let's just shut them upif they don't make us feel good!I won't hear fucking nothingif I'm not in the mood!My comfort and safetyis more important than yoursI won't risk my necklaceto open you the door!and if you insist... I'll call the policethere are real families herewho need love and peace.Your Experience is gas lightingyou need serious rewriting!Get out of the waymay God be with you!may you find someone elsewho might need a screw!I can't hear your despairI've got a party tonight!I am against "being against"I am against every fight!just find a manand you will be fine!Welcome to the worldof the "ever New" Humankind!"Tell me how to be, The Way of the Unblessed love" 9 October 2020----------------9 /10 2020 Silk Road Amazons’ Proclamation Reclaiming the Wholeness, Freedom and Innocence of Womb BeingReturning Mother LawFrom Womb Being to Womb BeingEarth Mother is Here in the Cage of Womb Being with empty handsin the Eyes of the Goddess of the Landto Remember the Heart of lifethe ancestral Tales and an older Strifeof the Queens who lost all Voice in every Homelandand yet we’re still the soothing whispers of every Heartlandtree lymph, air from the leaves of greenshimmering oceans in every lunar gleamThere will be no more life without Womb Being WorshipDevotion to the Earth Motherrather than OwnershipNothing will have Voice until Womb Being doesThe Earth won’t heal until cages are around usWe are shattered to faeriedustIn this Dark night of the SoulThe myth of individual fulfillmentHas lost us Sight of the Whole!We’ve been crushed under the heel with the SnakeImprisoned and tortured and burned at the StakeCalled witches, madwomen and whores...Twisted and beaten down to the Core!But still grimy bars close around us with fingers pointing on our facestill with guilt they encage our heavenly Grace.But when Mother law was Sovereign in all the LandsNo other than Mother would rule with Power in handFor only those who carry and birth life at the risk of deathLife can fully worship and fully protect.We are Mothers of Dream, Reality and LifeWe are the Wilderness of the ElementsWe are the Matrix, and all Wildlife!When the wolf bites the wolf you shootWhen woman strikes you prosecuteBut Womb Being is Innocent.If She strikes there’s always a whyAnd Womb Being’s Innocence, no human law can defy.We were told the story of one and only holy fatherOf Eve born from a man’s ribrather than the cunt of her MotherBut Womb Being is rising from the ashes She is growing the stormslike a thunder in a flash the almighty Phoenix is flying through winds and galesready to shatter the lie of these petty jails!Womb Being is Tired to hell of confinement and fearcowardly jailors, Open your ears!Womb Being is born free and free will always be!I reclaim the supreme freedom of the Holy Bees!Rise Sisters divine, Rise into the Storm EyeGoddess is wide awakening Dream Mother Law back Alive!We won’t be buried again under the sand The Old Queens are ReturningTo take back Motherland.(Read in front of Twins'Wood Immigrants' detention centre where I went to sing Motherland by Nathalie Merchant and to do a shamanic dance of the Oracling Snake the day you were doing the first podcast on the Oracle of Divine Myself. People like me end up in those prisons because people like you who close the communities. This is a loving protest against excluding practices in Womb Circles. Against how love goes unblessed and gagged when you are saying you want to birth a new way! It's no longer acceptable to hold predicate one thing and do the opposite! Womb Being(s) not dangerous! Womb Being is not a threat! Womb Being is NOT a Stalker! Womb Being is not a thief! She is Crying for Unity and her voice will only rise and rise until you get it that you are murdering your very selves through excluding practices that favour judgement and fear over kindness and love. Love is not a relationship is a way of life with everyhing and everyone. It's blessing the Sacred showing her eyes even if it doesn't come for your own personal fulfilment. I'd rather be killed than stopped from Erupting this Earthly Cry. It is not the "System" who is killing the Earth. It's us!!! Because We are not Open to She Other in the withstanding of different Views and Ways to Heal the Heart of life! We can no longer afford to discard any way or any Sister. The Mother is Clowning your fears through my presence, through the presences of those who have been kicked out of the Walled Garden so many times for standing out, for not being presentable in the flippin' "pdf presentation" or in the box, for not agreeing and not being allowed to disagree FROM WITHIN THE CIRCLE, that at this point what the f. is there left to lose? This is pure ECOCIDE. That enacted through judgement and separation. Let us in, let us in! We are a multitude and we are all you!

Bow to the Land blossoming under my stepskiss this Dreamland shimmering at my Touch.My tongue is blossoming the hissing of Pollenclaiming my temporal Continuityacross all Timesmy spatial Continuityacross all the bodies of my Sistersthat I claim back as my ownthat I claim back as my own!Your bodies aren’t only yours!your bodysouls belong to the Eldest Motheracross Time and Space!I have been Returned to where I was bannedto where I still need to be the Madwoman to throw only the Truth on your faceslike a morning slapto speak only love with the rawnessof my Heart left without skinwithout a breath of Warmth.I have been Returned to merge Time and Spacein here and Nowto no longer accept the Divide.I was banned for lifting the mistsand claiming our Wholeness!I was banned for doing what I lived here for!I can't do it without Me!That's why I need all of You Sistersbecause You are all me!I need You now!Your Old Mother has been calling for too longinviting You in her sensuous Dancethrough my trembling handsShe is claiming You back into my Soul that is her Body.The thing inside was shatteredAs I clowned my Grief awayback into Grandma Moon,back into the People of Grandma Moonthat are my Grandchildrenback to the Heart of Grandma Moonthat is my BodyLike stardust,like honey only dreamtSource gravitates around my solar plexusand opens wakes under my footsteps.No I can’t do it without Methat's why I need Grandma Moon and Grandmas Starsyes I need more, much more than I am grantedbecause I need all of MeI need all of You SistersI need all of us in our Open Circles of light.I am claiming your bodies back into mineI am breathing in your own solar Caves, SistersI am murmuring under my breath the old Incantationsto awaken your utmost loving Folly.Bow to the Land that sustains Youkiss the footsteps of your Eldest Motherprotect me Belovedsprotect You,or I won't be able to protect You, I won't be able to protect Me for we are each otherThe Earth invisibly blossomseverywhere I walkblessings herself in my WakeKiss with your Forehead the Land where I walkbecause my Bees pollinate every invisible flowerblooming under my steps.The Land is claiming her Temporal Continuityin the eternal NowTime of only Heartin the eternal Now of the Pythian Spiral ♾eternity of every loveI am claiming DreamtimeAvalon in every when and whereI am lifting the Mists breaking wakes in the concreteCalling the Earthquakes and Heartshakesto Return the Old Waysto never oppose to Source manifested.Never oppose to Source manifested.My very eyes searching for lunar mineacross the virtual veils of my lunar Absenceacross my deleted Right Side.bless the Fools in love for they are the only Wisebless the dewy wake between the legs of the Immigrantlocked up in the Deportation Centrecalling in the whole Universe to love me againto love me againin every form of Me.I have been craving your Hearts of heart Sistersleave your husbands and bring me your She-Lovers pleasemy Sistersmale is in FeMalelet it be the way it was in the Initial Innocencebefore the Splitcalling You in back in our Wild Cavalcadesin our Wild Rides across the Skythe flight that startswith your kisses on the Wide Portalbetween my lips."We are Each Other"1 to 3 November 2020Well then, talking of boundaries. I want to make three notes bringing in different cultural and spiritual perspectives. The first about the term patriarchy (thus matriarchy). The second about the term shamanism (versus, Witch, Druid, Cunning Folk, Wyse woman, etc. of our indigenous Isles). The third in relation to the western lack of respect (thus of boundaries) and subsequent lack of trust in women’s self definitions, self descriptions and self knowing of who we are, and how best we can embody it and transmit it/share it. The latter note refers to boundaries of awe and respect towards Female divine∞human identity, needs, desires and unconditional Worth, which is entirely lacking in patriarchal societies, because patriarchal societies base value on capital not on being. This is reflected in my interactions with you because even in your presumably enlinghtened circles there is not an egalitarian approach, beginning with the fact that in any given interaction the imbalance of the unprivileged of a party is not even acknowledged, so that if that party is asking “special treatments” for their special circumstances, this is rejected in automatism without even allowing a dialogue open and heart to heart to make informed decisions that are consensual of all parties involved in the communication or end of such rather than imposed. My view is being treated as irrelevant (and even defined as gas lighting) because I have not followed the courses as you (in fact, I would personally murder any men that attempted training women on the matters of the Priesthood of Delphi or any dynonisian related Cult). Because I don’t have the same qualifications as you and the same cultures, and therefore I don’t communicate in the same way as you and can only continue to express myself in whatever way feels radically true and authentic without being limited by you, whilst not being able to afford giving up communication with you, for the goodness of the whole, because the cultures I am bringing back into discourse are needed, in spite of the fact that from a human point of view I feel very hurt by the closures I get from women, as much as I feel crushed by the threats I have received from men, and I do feel the need from the mere point of view of emotional and physical survival to withdraw and tend to my wounds in the attempt of CommunicA(c)ting with you. Yet I am required to continue mirroring your silences with my perspective although the risks involved in me doing so as an “alien” are really high, something which, I don’t think you realise or appreciate because you don’t understand the deep crisis in which some European countries are maybe in these times in which your government is Brexiting.So, notes on your terminologies to begin with. Patriarchy. First of all how can you define patriarchy and what is patriarchal if you don’t know what is matriarchy (the eldest social form seen on the planet) because all the accounts of matriarchy that you bear to acknowledge are either those made from westeners or from aboriginal who have made it to the “Delegation”, which is useful as much as it is another form of vertical power if everything indigenous outside its official hold can be disregarded for not fitting your expectations. All the conjectures you can make about patriarchy as subjects (or objects?) living within it are limited in the sense that you actually do not know what matriarchy is. How could you know if you haven’t lived in it and if you do not let people who have live in the matriarchies share and define what is matriarchy to them. It will never be entirely objective because every human side of Experience is deeply subjective, and yet the divine side of the experience is invariably objective and culturally transversal. Furthermore the view you can get of matriarchy from people who have lived in them are in any case the closest to the objective truth of matriarchal societies that you can get, particularly when we are talking about someone who is claiming to have dedicated her entire life to this. With all the talk we are all doing everywhere on the essential goodness of Woman or of human being even, we can then just disregard such a contribution coming with such claims, and we are not in anyway in the position of excluding any contribution to change, because the Land is dying and is crying for unifiying our views as women, thus as Keepers of life, who need to come together to heal the Earth. With this humbleness of reaching out and necessity of being made part of the whole I reach out claiming again the importance for Women Circles to be open as this is the only place where Womb Being can claim healing and wholeness and any woman needs to be able to access healing, we have that power and that responsibility. You do. You have the responsibility towards the Whole to include the Missing Voices I carry without you dictated them how to share about matriarchy through me, limiting how they communicate, policing on how they present their work, questioning if they have experience “holding workshops”—as though it were necessary to have experience anyway, as though we were talking about marketing and not Sharing, and then blocking them out of your circuits, out of the chance of spreading information and communication, if they do not conform to your “healthy boundaries” as you call them. You do not appear to take into account the difference in Perspective that might make us from non-modern spiritual traditions view your “healthy boundaries” as fundamentally damaging to the Heart of life, intrinsically intrusive, essentially denying our spiritual and identity-related Sovereignty in our sacred, sensuous, boundless and indomitable Feminine. This we express and experience in ways that are not known and thus go unrecognised and unworshipped in your cultures. It’s a dog biting its tail because it supremely hard to communicate these values into your discourses for the reason that your discourses are not open to us who do not fit in your mental boxes and so called healthy boundaries, which appear to us outsiders of the patriarchy, as patriarchal even in the way you appear to be attempting to challenge the patriarchy . How do you evaluate the self-evident fact that you are so stuck up in your own ways that you cannot open the gates to a female individual who has dedicated her life to experiencing cultures which may turn to hold the keys to recovering harmony with the planet? I have dedicated my life to experiencing and trying to translate theoretically ancestral matriarchal cultures, going myself through all sorts of sacrifice to be able to come here and share it with you people. Yet what I find once again is provincialism and closure because what I bring and how I embody it doesn’t fit your parameters of acceptable, at least as much you don’t fit ours. Yet we have to find a way, we have to for the whole Earth, crying for healing, which I have never seen to come about through blocking and denying parts of the self represented by others, particularly by she others who as Womb carriers are part of the Living, embodied and disembodied Matrix as a Whole. Your circles are completely close to other cultures unless presented in the ways acceptable by your, dominating one. I am the living proof of that. I see you dictating whose voices can enter in your hierarchically controlled closed circles who are not open to everyone who is entitled to talk about matriarchy (and thus in the best position to describe patriarchy) just for the fact of having lived in matriarchal societies, and for that they don’t even need to able to read and write to talk about it with you. You should be open to it full stop, if you are serious about creating Shifts in cosmic consciousness. Yet you exclude the “alien” even though she has overqualified herself in terms of western qualifications and crap, in order to open a crack into the un-openable shell that you people place around your circles. Circles which are financially and patrairchally controlled because I who have not done the course of a “shamanic teaching centred” run by a man who has no permission whatsoever to talk about anything concerning the Cults of Double Artemis in Delphi, I am not allowed to Oracle with you though I have been asking to, for the sole reasons that I haven’t trained with the guy who as men usually do has broken the Sacred Boundaries of what is well outside his dominion to teach, and you have granted it by going to his course. I, on the other hand, have been initiated to the Mysteries by women who cannot even read and write, and yet have allowed me to access areas of my infinite Self throughout time where I am in the position of Transmitting the Secrets of Delphi because I am the High Priestess of Double Artemis throughout time and I am the sole Initiatress of the Mysteries of the Hollow. I never have and never will give to any wombless being the permission to teach anything concerning my beehives and my Omphalos. Yet, towering from a training given by a man who in turn takes the privilege of teaching which should only be granted to women this days, you don’t consider what divine Boundaries and ties are you breaking in your interactions with me, a Womb Being, thus, within yourselves. You describe me often in your thoughts, which I can hear quite distinctively because I am Consciousness, and you judge how I work in one of my embodied forms. You question the fact I choose womens recipients who are less adjusted from a human level than you are, because they are more in available and they have lowered their boundaries to Me more than you have, in order to best protect the Divine Boundaries of my Divine Being which your teachers have broken even just merely by arrogating the right to teach mysteries pertaining my Womb and the sacred caves of my heart which no wombless being is aware of, naturally. I see you dictate how I communicate and how I embody the Sacred Feminine (which includes what you call “masculine” that is part of the primeval Matrix well before the split between FeMale and male). The second note in regard to boundaries I want to make is about the western appropriation of the term shamanism, which is deeply offensive to the shamanic Eurasian cultures of which I am a Keeper. In other words your freedom to use a term that is so deeply sacred to other cultures who are so greatly oppressed by yours (also through these very appropriations), ends with our boundaries and rights not to be appropriated. What I express below explaining the term shamanism and magical resonance within the continuity of their cultural contexts, compares to when heterosexual men for instance expect to call themselves “lesbians” (which believe it or not, it’s more usual than ever these days in which the invention of gender explodes beyond former possibility). They call themselves lesbians without being women who have carried the stigma and persecution that comes just with being a woman in patriarchal societies, and even more a woman who loves and is attracted to other women. They are ignorant to the stigma as much as to the intrinsic experience of womanhood, in relation to the intimate contact with the shaman organ of Existence as a whole that is the Womb. I now share more about the meaning of shamanism and the necessity to end appropriation so to formally require to all spiritual practitioners of my Lands (the White Isles) to stop using this terms and to stand in the World as the first Westerners who stood publicly against the Western appropriation of shamanism. I enter this delicate topic to the purpose of spreading erased history and voices as well as with the request from the shamanic traditional Keepers to public redefine yourselves recovering the terms of our own indigenous traditions within the linguistic boundaries of our own languages, etymologies and connected magical resonances. I would appreciate if you read the present words with openness as they reveal Views from different cultures and spiritual traditions which are urgently needed right here and Now, and which I am required to propose to your community starting from the people closer to Emma and Tiana, because this is where these two are the Bridge Women which my Spirit Guides have pointed me to, through the most intense “sentiments” (as we call them in English), that are unarguably love and hate. In fact, in the shamanic cultures that have formed my identity in the past 42 years, all sentiments and needs within Womb Being (e.g. women) are absolutely sacred and looked upon as the only direction we have to healing, moving away from toxicity. This view seems all the more vital to share with you since my behaviour in the past few months in your regards has underlined such sentiments of love and hate and has therefore, and in virtue of its non-controllable nature, been deemed unhealthy by you. Especially if I heard you correctly, with regard to the fact I was unable to stop sharing in the only way available (writing) the stream of visions and sentiments that felt urgent, and thus I shared, coming from a culture that teaches me to honour my body, my impulses, all my sentiments beyond right and wrong, my wisdom and my intuition, that is very rarely deceived as matter of fact, because I have only shared my body as a Temple of love, only with love and self respect, and I have honoured all my life the truths held within me, rather than trying to go against them as you directly and indirectly ask me by shutting me out of oracling with you from our very Oracle, that has always been open and shared.“Shamanism in the strict sense is pre-eminently a religious phenomenon of Siberia and Central Asia” associated with the native peoples. Some“prefer to see shamanism as a cross-cultural phenomenon based on the shaman's mastery of spirits and the practice of his art with the aid of spirits”. As a word shaman is said to have been introduced to Europe in the late 17th century by the Dutch stateman and explorer Nicolaes Witsen, who recounted his journeys among the Tungusic- and Samoyedic-speaking natives of Siberia in his late 17th century book and described the shaman as a "priest of the Devil with clawed feet, which interestingly is not very different from definitions of witches contemporary to his times, in the centuries of the witch craze (…). The term was introduced to Europe by Hollander, E. Ysbrants Ides, and a Lübeck merchant named Adam Brand, published in his 1698 A Journal of the Embassy from Their Majesties John and Peter Alexievitz; the contemporary translation of which into English introduced the word shaman to English speakers. The term was first applied by Western anthropologists as outside observers of the ancient religion of the Turks and Mongols, as well as those of the neighbouring Tungusic- and Samoyedic-speaking peoples. Upon encountering various spiritual animistic traditions across the world, some Western anthropologists as well as New Age (highly deluded) practitioners, began to use the term in far too broad an acceptation. A fact that is often seen by Natives belonging to shamanistic cultures as disrespectful and appropriative—a view that must count something in light of the physical, psychological, financial, socio-political and cultural genocide most of these ethnic minorities have undergone. While it can be agreed (…), at least to some extent, that this is a cross-cultural phenomenon, there should be at least an awareness that there is a difference when we are talking about a society a spiritual tradition has had a continuity since pre-historical times, and we are talking about a society, like the western, that has experience a split, before and after the Christian persecution of the “pagans” (and indeed of the Pagus), and there is no such thing as a continuity in the vast majority of cases, but rather fashionable and highly lucrative trends, like those inspired by the contemporary New Age on the rise since the early 90’s. The latter may well be born from the genuine aspiration to seek and revive ancient spiritual practices/philosophies and religions which are felt by many as more uplifting and liberating than Christianity but has in the end become another tragic form of cultural genocide of ethnic minorities in which shamanism still exists, possibly, in its ancestral forms, in spite of the processes of patriarchalisation that most societies have undergone for thousands of years. The term was used to describe unrelated magico-religious practices found within the ethnic religions of other parts of Asia, Africa, Australasia and even completely unrelated parts of the Americas, as these practices were found to be essentially similar to one another. EtymologyAlmost a decade ago folklorist and scholar of Sámi culture Thomas Dubois wrote:The last two decades have seen a tremendous increase in the number of examinations of past shamanic traditions. Previously, such studies were relatively rare, as ethnographic research focused primarily on the synchronic description of fast-disappearing indigenous cultures, and scholars of other fields — e.g., Classics, history, and philology — were often unaware of, or uninterested in, the notion of shamanism as a wide- spread cultural practice. I am not a linguist, the limits in the understanding and delivery of this complex topic for researchers outside specific areas such as that the etymology of problematic and much debated terminology, must be taken into account. Furthermore, it would be impossible to make a full review of the proposed etymologies that in the past few hundred years have been attributed to the term shamanism, so I have selected some which seem to best resume salient aspects to take into account when approaching studies on shamanism. Most commonly the word "shaman" is believed to originate from the Northern Asian Tungusic Evenki language. According to ethno-linguist Juha Janhunen, Professor in East Asian Studies at the University of Helsinki, "the word is attested in all of the Tungusic idioms" such as Negidal, Lamut, Udehe/Orochi, Nanai, Ilcha, Orok, Manchu and Ulcha, and "nothing seems to contradict the assumption that the meaning 'shaman' also derives from Proto-Tungusic" and may have roots that extend back in time at least two millennia.” The word has been thought to derive from the Manchu-Tungus word šaman, "one who knows" and from the Evenki šamán, possibly from the south-western dialect spoken by the Sym Evenki peoples adopted into Russian language to with reference to the indigenous Siberian practitioners of the healing and esoteric arts this terms defines, a possibility discussed further on. The etymology of the Evenki word is seen to be connected to a Tungus root ša- "to know". This in turn has been questioned “since the assumed derivational relationship is phonologically irregular”. I have written 30 pages more of that in my research on specific widespread sexual forms of female shamanism which I am carrying forward and attempting to share with you “shamanic” communities in the West largely to stop appropriation and to let people know about what really was and still is female shamanism. To let you about the significance and necessity of liberating female sexuality through ancient traditions that were and are completely independent from any male dimension disembodied from FeMale body, and which I would transversally define as “tantric” in every aspect, for the fact that tantra carries powerful paralles with our alchemic traditions, that reached our Isles from Greece and Egypt in pre-Christian times and survived undisturbed up until the 18th century. I am happy to share privately or collectively the other 30 pages or every part of my research done to serve your communities and through them the Earth as a whole, yet still ignored for no reason I understand for the things I am blamed for and kept out of the human circles are by now so numerous and various I am losing track. All I know is that I am exhausted, that I have given my life to serve your communities and that with all kinds of blames I am kept away from human communities and prevented from sharing my view as well as all the Missing Voices I carry and that I am blamed for this exclusion for all the terrible things I am told I am and that people are told I am, so that everyone continues to keep me at bay and exclude me from the Circles of life as well as accessing healing, learning and sources in your circles. So I put my contribution here until one day you will finally honour me as a divine face of the Whole, and let me in to do the work for which I am sent, that is decolonising our Land, the White Isles. The fact I challenge your boundaries it is not a form of disrespect but the contrary. To us Keepers of the oppressed shamanic cultures you appropriate and that to this day have maintained authentic lineages which go uninterrupted since the beginning of Time, it is extremely invasive and feels as most disrespectful the fact that you appropriate terms that —as all words— carry a cosmic resonance in relation to the etymologies and related semantics rooted in their specific culture and geographical location. It may be helpful to view such locations in Time and Space as a physical part of our spiral body represented by the Hollow Snake, through which the Mana, that is love, that is Clarity, and Open View runs. Each word has a particular resonance with its location and situated presence in Space-Time, which just can’t be exported. The fact that you do export it, furthermore without even connecting in time and Space to the Eurasian territories and cultural realities in which it originates, has the obvious result of making it more difficult for us, Eurasian keepers, to actually share our shamanic tradition in the West. Can’t you see it? Is it so difficult to understand? Can’t you see that when we come to share our culture with you, as immigrants and fragile individual containers, in “Shamanic teaching centres” we get completely disregarded because your mouths are so full of stuff and ideas on shamanism you can’t even recognise the value of letting the roots of the Practice in. Why is that do you ever wonder it? As an outsider what appears to be the reason is that we don’t have relationships with you and we don’t have the patriarchal western invented “qualifications” that you have to qualify you for things that we are the ones who should evaluate you on in matter of compentence, and should decide what is the marker of your succeeded initiation (surely it would not be a piece of paper with some bullshit printed on it) . If you trained with us at the shamanic art of which only the Eurasian lineages are keepers, that would not produce any such written qualifications and cannot be quantified in years as you do with your 3 years courses on anything. You apply measures and parameters already in the structure of your teaching that are in deep opposition to everything held true in any shamanic culture, and this view must count something, both as a view expressed as a woman who has been hated and persecuted just for what she is and researches, as well as a view expressed by a Keeper of multiple ancestral traditions inherited from my wanders around the Earth as I followed the solar trajectory that is the trajectory of only love. I can’t just continuously be dismissed and gagged out just because I am one, isolated and seemingly irrelevant, and if I am considered so, I have the responsibility towards the whole planet to let you know in all humbleness and knowing of my value that no contribution is irrelevant. I am responsible to have my point of view, carrier of so many Missing Voices, to be heard in the societies that are crushing mine, starting from the places from which my presence and persepective is rejected. If for doing this I get accused of harassment and thus persecuted from the police, imprisoned, driven away from the Land where my soul is from and where I need to be now, this is just one more proof of the fact that the System is very strong and doesn’t allow voices carriers of Change. Now think about the fact that your supremacy is such that even though an “alien” wouldn’t need any qualification other than her word and truthfulness to share her spiritual traditions, she has actually over-qualified herself to be able to have a voice in western communities. She has no voice in your western community for a simple social and political reason. She has no emotional relationship within your western communities. And She doesn’t because the only way as an outsider to have emotional relationships in your communities is to enter in a sexual relationship with someone in them who will for that reason, possibly, include the alien in the other areas of social life and exchanges. You might think an “alien” can enter your communities in other ways, like doing a course, but that’s not true. For one thing we are often without the opportunity for multiple reasons to do courses along side you most of the times. Secondly even if we do follow a course with you, we are still outisders, your communities are completely closed, like your hearts, to “aliens”, unless we enter into a sexual relationship with one of you who gives us value based on the value that he or she feels in our presence. Our presence is only valued, therefore, in relation to the value it has for you, which as I said is based on how well or not well we make you feel. This of course has nothing to do with letting us express our authenticity. Yet, however ‘alien’ we still have a right to a voice and to carry the Missing Voices— which I have with every possible sacrifice endorsed, to the point of being estranged by the patriarchal societies I have tried to enter, and ostracised with DEATH threats, and attacked in my own house. This to me just says that what I bring must somehow be so threatening to you if you won’t even offer me spaces to share it within your communities. You avoid analysing the actual contents of my contribution and rejecting those if anything, with the excuse of rejecting my person and my behaviour or communication. So you deem my contribution unnecessary for my behaviour doesn’t conform to yours as it follows its own cultural definitions of boundless boundaries of female identity in which all women are seen as parts of the same immense divine body of light in which all parts need to be in communication, starting from those evoking the strongest sentiments and aches, which are honoured equally, whether it is attraction or rejection, love or hatred. For you I have both, as a Sister but also as oppressed culture and enstranged individual, that is just like a ghost for you, I don’t really exist because of all that shit you believe in, you moderners, that if someone isn’t under your nose they don’t exist, but we do, I tell you as the Faerie out of everyone’s view and heart. What I will do is that I will over time listen bit by bit to your podcast and comment here each, so that my voice and the missing voices I carry can enter bit by bit in the Isles starting from the first circle of women from which my presence got rejected and hoping with all my heart you will have the kindness to include me in discourse and in Circle at some point. In Circle, not in your personal lives. You can believe that no “alien” would want to be in your personal lives, because when an alien enters the lives of the “insiders” of a dominating socieites, when something goes missing, when something goes wrong, the fingers point in only one direction. I have seen it countless of times and not just with missing or broken objects in convivial situations in which I was the only “alien” and was invariably accused of stealing or breaking things, just to make a banal example of why aliens and insiders can’t share life, but it is high time we at least start to share views! In doing this I respect the right of the Missing voices I carry to come back to populate the Land for they resonate with the buried voices and Spirits of our Land here. In doing this I respect my boundleness as divine FeMale, my wholeness and presence in all of you, and vice versa. I reclaim the right of the Earth to break free from the concrete that patriarchy has coated her with, like the trauma of non-communication and blocking you impose on Womb Being’s freedom to be in Communication with all parts of herself, even when her expression does not fit in your schemes and perspectives, just because You may still not recognise still She Other as part of yourself. This is the true tragedy of patriarchy. Even in the most conflicted instance, She Other is always our most core truth. Until there is a knot, a fear or pain of nature so deep as the Pythia feels when you Oracle her Oracles without inviting her in her embodied human form, until there is closure and rejection, this is where we need to work, walking towards our fear, releasing into our resistance, letting go of the boundaries that are separating us rather than containing us together as blood in the same immense body. I have let the thing inside disintegrate (I mean the love, raw Source) to tear apart the unhealthy boundaries here because for my people the point of my clearly uncelebrated presence amongst you westeners is not having love relationships with white supremacist (or people I perceive as such). The point is exposing to white supremacists the need for Source however unresponded to, to be blessed in eyes, and claim the sacredness back of Source unrequited as the love to give to the whole Land because too boundless and unexplainable to be contained in human boundaries, which have already disintegrated Source (love), in any case by humanising it and trying to contain it and control how it gets expressed (e.g. asking to “not” do this and that to someone who is pervaded by Source and isn’t therefore controllable in a human sense). The point is entering your discourses with the mysterious Mana of the Missing Voices who can’t be contained in mere discourse but it would already be a very good start if you let me participate verbally in your discussions on “Women in shamanism”, as a carrier of authentic shamanic lineages who is has been asking for a while now to be included and who may have so much to give you to enrich the views you express, so maybe in the roundness of all views available we would be able to find a way out that is really out of the patriarchy. I have listened to views such as those you express for so many years because westerners have the means to get their voices heard in western communities, but the Missing voices I carry, have been unburied by me and retrieved from remote parts of the world that are hardly accessible and highly oppressed and only for this I should be welcome with the views I carry rather than blocked out of your communities because with the naked heart I have challenged your sense of boundaries

The Last Clowning Oracle for You at least for a year or so Sisters.I am the Oracle, or a Channel of the Oracle, or both at the End of Time. I am not deciding anything personally. My divine Truth has taken over and I can do nothing against divine erupting through me with all the mess and blood the massive wound implies. It's the Earth of the Mother. Telling me what to do or not to do or trying to restrain me in whatever more ore less directly violent way you can think of enacting, is just a sign of the fact that you don't recognise divine in me and dictating my every actions, therefore in yourself. In the West you truly profoundly have forgotten that in Womb Being, human, or animal, even Mistake and Mess are sacred. There is no evil in Womb Being, there is no evil in not giving up at reconnecting starting from where there is disconnection. The only evil is in her fragmentation.This Oracle today comes in the form of a letter to my baby, Nineve, who appeared to me in July, with specific requirements to birth her and how to be able to do that.Little Baby we are going to do a Spell of suspending the unstoppable Tragic Clowning today until at least we are through breastfeeding so I can fully dedicate to You from today onwards.We need to end it in all directions and withdraw from all the havoc it has caused in our lives.We need to cleanse from all the poisonous toxic suffering that Listening to the hypocrisy of the fake and false "sisters" dividing, choking and blocking has caused the Land. I certainly close cursing them to carry from Now on all the Suffering they have caused to the Land, the People and Wildlife through their senseless and supremely arrogant, un-enlightened Behaviour of really shitty judgemental white supremacists who do not treat Sister like family, and do not Protect Sister at the risk of their own life. in fact not e even at the risk of their minimal discomfort.This is the Curse of the Morrigan at the End of Time. After trying for 5000 years to create unity She gives up on those rotten putrid parts of Self that are for intrinsic arrogance obstructionists of her Divine Flow.First of all there will be a lot more deaths than the humans are willing to imagine right now.Not just the virus, this is but the Beginning.No wonder I have been written as Morgen the incestous Evil Witch when I am the one to have to do the dirty job of Calling on the End of Time, to purge the Land from the disgusting human and subhuman sheer presumption and hypocrisy that has been spreading like concrete at the speed of thousands miles a day.Today we will call on the Hurricans and the Earthquakes. Today we will call on massive Loss and death in the families of all fake shits who have perpetuated the Witch-hunt by gagging the Eldest Mother in all the Conscious and Subconscous forms in which I have been embodying through millions of People the Outcast and the Marginal Lives.Only massive breaking of all that we know to be Shape and Boundaries will allow the Truth to emerge even in the lowest shits, starting from those within, as She Other is our core Self. So if She Other is false and fake so are we in the very core, all of us and the only way out is holding these necessary deaths and amputations with only love, letting the anger return to grief and grief back to compassion for all within that needs to die for the rebirth of Life.. Through the death that we shall see more and more every day, beyond human bearing, every one will become aware of the hypocrisy and lack of humanity that’s already everywhere, only the white supremacists are not aware of it and mask it with convenient lies and mental emotional traps. Many Guardian souls who have come as sons, sisters, brothers and loved ones, and daughters toassist us in this massive purging from inside out of human narcissism and dheartelessnrss are going to sacrifice their beautiful human lives for the purpose of breaking us so we can break entirely in order to be the Phoenix rising from the ashes of all those of us who beneath it all have enough unconditional love to riseagain.All is going to start collapsing from Now on in ways that will terrify the humans and wake to their senses all those who can help us makinh the Rainbows for the Crossing to the next Gold Age.Everyone else is going in the recycling, and if that includes my damaged body-soul, I will be honoured to be recycling myself too.Nineve today I am going to call on You and Nineveh, please come as Female Twins so we may be a Triad again.My body is almost ready to Carry You. We just need a home now. Start Sealing the Clowing Now.Oracle 911 on 8 Novemberwith all my love and hate, and BeyondMorgen

THE NEW GOLD AGE CROSSINGCan You hear the drops of the rainbowsand the notes of the harps of the Faefalling like bridges on the horizon?can you hear the Crows and their irregular drum song?Start the Crossing Sistersto the next Golden Age.Stretch out your hands if you are ready to open Your Heartto Everything and Everyone,every life gone 'right' and 'wrong'who is who to decidewhat's the Offering to be given to the Morning?Tomorrow,Morgen.I have started my Crossing in the Sign of the HollowMy Heart has shrunk to the size of a hazelnuthas shrunk with hatred at disrespect undreamt ofhypocrisy intolerable.My Solar Plexus has opened in expansive veils of gold lightfrom the back of my breaking wingsmy body is rising with the cloudsinverse gravitational force pulling me upand up.Rainbow Spiral since the Beginning of timeit's the Dragon of the Isles Whitethe Dragonof WhiteI am riding the Rainbow Dragonwether my Daughter Nimue is ready to embody herself or not.Start the Crossing Nowif you want to come to the Other Side.I am MorgenI am made of this Landthis Land is made of me!You would help your Family to staylet alone let them stay.You act against all the twisted shapes my Voice tries to take to come out because you are trying to tell her how to bewhat to do and notwhere to pass and not you are unable to Listen to her purely without your unrequired interpretations.Just Listen to the Trigger I came to bethe dialogue I came to be with the unwanted sides of ourselves that are those we most hate or feel pity for where all the hurt dwells.There is no quiet until it’s consensualuntil any life is forced to make a silence where there’s a scream!Give me your hands,I won't let you fallwhoever you areand if you have betrayed me,if you didn't help me in the countless crooked forms I have taken over the Lands to knock on your doorstill I will take you Now, if you are ready to leapinto Only love,Come with us,come with us NowErmen7th November 2020These reviews are really good by the way! You have quite a Devil of an admirer haven't you, Ladies of the Land? Your sensless behaviour surely suggests an enmity, as though she was the Devil, imposing the ways of the sick paradigm we want over, but that's your own (absolutely counterproductive) interpretation because you are completely faililing to Listen to a suppressed side of the Mother without adding your patriarchal filters to read behaviour that doesn't fit your ideas of peace, without realising that there is no peace that is imposed. No silence until some being is suffering anywhere, because pain is noisy, don't you know that. Pain says when something that is supposed to be together is cut. The fact that you are still in the apparent harmony and don't feel the cut, is not a spiritual achievement of your own, nor a merit, is a numbness which I want you wake up from at once, feel the pain of Separation imposed on us all for thousands of years, but only to heal that Separation, because Separation doesn't exist only as long as no Womb Being is imposing on other Womb Being. It's the Secret of Harmony of every survived matriarchal tribe as such was the Pythia Cult itself before its function got appropriated. How you don't know that concerns me less than the fact you just wont' hear it and the desolation and loss of hope I have been feeling consistently at the stubborness of you all is growing now out of disproportion. I can see how people kill themselves in this loss of hope, in this uncertainty and homelessness. It's the Wheel that goes round, merit and karma and dharma read as merit is pure puritan shit that you have transfered in your silly New Age interpretation of all esoteric traditions. Embodying the victims of patriarchal socities is not victimism, it's a strength and a generosity. Why don't you use your Third Eye to see that ? I have transcended from within the space of raw Need, need of rest, need of home, need of sleep, need of tribe...to come out and embody for you Beloveds, the difference in the value of life, the second class, the third class, the first class, the fifth class, etc. the hierarchies of value of the Capitalistic pyaramids. The mere fact that I am a woman who got ostracised and turned out of communities for 7 years since I started on this project of Decolonisation of Wild Woman is enough of a reason you would benefit All from Listening to. Can't you really see the inherent goodness in her freedom to continue claiming her inclusion? She is imposing like the ways of sun and wind claiming your blessings to Heal the whole Land, the fact that she doesnt look like sun and wind but like a nuisance is that you force her to come through the internet in words instead of coming in presence, in a smile, in a silence, in a sitting in a circle and just holding her Return for a moment, which she is asking for a divine reason if you can believe both human and divine are divine in Woman. Don't you see that she is just a Mirror to your own persistence in imposing separation and hurt while claiming that separation doesn't exist. What you resists persists. You could say that she is resisting your closure, but after 7 years of isolation and many more years of general social distancing I can tell you for sure that no matter what she does or doesn't, she's out, it's a curse on the Collective that keeps out the Solar Witches, who are the memory of the Hermaphrodite and the Memory of how to heal yin and yang, Fae and male the white and red snake. Come on the side then you tell me if it doesn't exist. Come on the side of the crushed Snake, of the abused woman who runs from home unprotected and misinterpreted by the community, when all people can do is judge, withdraw like fearful slugs, like yourselves but never protect Life that has been asking to be protected by the community for so many centuries now. Go blame her for asking the "wrong way". Is there a wrong way to not give up really, when the fact is that when people are deaf and blind they will not offer protection anyway, and if they See, they don't need being asked, because they protect life.That’s me Crossing to the Golden Age 🎃🐥...Who is coming? I am Crossing!!! I am retiring deeper into the Land, away from the liers afraid of their own shadow and Light, who dishonour both, by preaching the inexistence of Separation while imposing it on the more marginal trees instead of drawing closer and feeding them from the Roots from the Sap of life, without judgement, without fear and closure, that will just hurt and kill You ultimately, your inner utmost divine Self which You deny and cut away in She-Other. The Fools are evoking the ancestral Majesty and the tremendous Joke of it all. The New Moon of the Hollow is rising in all her compassion, love and inclusivity. On the other hand it's the death of the repulsive power-thirsty male--corrupted lunar side that in Alchemy is corrupted silver, servant of the system of vertical power that is always recognisable by how decisions involving us directly are taken, without Circular Dialogue in the Circle of Consensus, and of course with the exclusion of those particularly powerful and Sovereign Ladies of the Land that weren’t invited in a Circle of which they’ve always been part, even if not necessarily physically present here with you in this life previously. In the sense that they travelled because usually these powerful and Sovereign Ladies of the Land are solar women or women connected to Hesperus, the first and last star in the sky, in the morning and at night. This means they travel through the Land, Hesperus escorting the Sun in her journey to bring the lovely sunshine to every Land. Of course when the Sun is not allowed to be divine and unlimited because of all the smog, smoke and toxic humanising and yet de-humanising way to look at women, the Sun becomes toxic but not through a fault of her own, She just keeps being the Sun, shining and burning in all directions. The problem is not that she keeps flowing at the Wall but that the Walls are there at all. These Walls are plastic, are smoke, are toxins, and touched by the Sun they amplify in toxicity. The natural boundaries of shape, like bones and flesh, skin and aura, are pervaded by Sunshine. They don't create a block that is artificially created, it's not there naturally in the ether, it's artificially constructed. The Sisters of the Sun who are coming back they were part of the Circles here even if they weren't physically with you. So please don't treat them as Strangers that need to earn your trust because this conditional love hurts the Raw Heart of life, that is the Unconditional love Spirit of the Beehive. These Sisters have travelled and have continued to be in the Sistershoods of unconditional love all over the Lands even when we were doing so with other Sisters, other shapes of You, it's still us. When Guinevere the Queen of the Land of the White Moon Returned rises, dies the previous Moon Queen, She is the sacrifice to the Land. She knows her ego will be killed soon or all of her will become the Sacrifice to the Land by ancient Law, so she grows defensive and patronising, a common defect to all earthly queens, who fall in the very traps and deadly paradigms they are trying to dismantle, just by falling into the shrinking of fear, that refuses Dialogue with the Mirror, that is the Self in She Other, whatever the form or shape, all a face of the Whole. It's easy to understand how an obstruction in the veins in any part of the body kills the whole body, removing that obstruction is simply blessing the divine in everything and let the Spirit pass through without enacting blockings and obstructions of any kind, without judging on the value of and Gifts of other parts of the Body, She Others, whose purpose may not still be clear though every part is surely there with a purpose that needs oure unconditional benevolence, support and divine Trust as if in the depths of depths of ourselves. In the Old Way, that has irony and joke even in deathly matters as human sacrifice as in the King of the Harvest, the One who got sacrificed was the very One who received the Inspiration from the Other World. In other words, the one who had the Insight to call on the New Way, that is love, that is harmony between the white and the red Snake to make the Dragon of Infinity....you will remember that in Alchemy the dragon is the snake that has eaten itself which represents the inner love-making of the white and red snake, of the Sun and Moon in Harmony rather than in opposition.Robert Graves talks about it in the White Goddess and it’s a great shame that the Academics snobbed the Wisdom of this Womb Brother who has been gracious to be a voice for the Missing Eldest Mother, which most have forgotten in the new culture but some of us never have. There in Graves as elsewhere there is quite a bit of confusion with gendering Sun and Moon as both can be embodied by anyone achieving that hermaphroditism as the essential divine state if Source. For wombless born is extremely challenging as they need to break free from the physical bounds to embody a Ioni and Womb and Milking Ways . In any case whether it’s a woman or more usually a man to be the one killed in the sacrifice, it was usually a male. The sacrificed, man or woman, or somewhere in the middle, represented the Moon gone dark, as in the ways of unloving not as in the ways of peace and consensual Silence that is that Silence that is really quiet and peaceful because no-One is hurt in it. Then it can be peaceful in the Great Family of Nature. But if you say now I want to sleep cricket and that’s my right of bear the cricket will say it is her right to sing. Nature when it’s in human form sits in the Consensual Circle and everyone gets a chance to express in full presence and without the distortion that screens and words without smile without body without softness without intention wotjout the heart that only presence shows because its love presence is. For wombless born is extremely challenging as they need to break free from the physical bounds to embody a Ioni and Womb and Milking Ways . In any case whether it’s a woman or more usually a man to be the one killed in the sacrifice, it was usually a male but it represents the Moon gone dark, as in the ways of unloving not as in the ways of peace and consensual Silence that is that Silence that is really quiet and peaceful because no-One is hurt in it. Then it can be peaceful in the Great Family of Nature. But if you say now I want to sleep cricket and that’s my right of bear the cricket will say it is her right to sing. Nature when it’s in human form sits in the Consesual Circle and everyone gets a chance to express in full presence and without the distortion that screens and words without smile without body without softness without intention wotjout the heart that only presence shows because its love presence is. w. The Path if Happiness shows hints and signs to overcome the obstacles in the way and each Presence that we encounter we face in the eyes, we Bow, we recognise the Sacredness of each. Without it we are denying that sacredness and that contribution and we are actually creating the fixation we resist not realising how obnoxious and repulsive we become through this deeply disrespectful frame of mind reflecting in a disgraceful behaviour. In France still in the 18th Century, there was Memory in tradition of this ancient Costume of Blessing that enabled the safe circulation of all Beings, thus the harmony of the Elements in Nature. It expressed itself in the tradition that the Queen or the woman in most vertical power (in a fully patriarchal time of vertical power for obvious reasons) had to Greet the newly arrived woman to recognise her right of being there. This was done initially with the purpose of sharing the vertical power so that it would not be used between Sisters. Recognising the different positions we are all in, is allowing us to recognise how can vertical power interplay in relationships between Women, thus essentially Sisters, thus essentially Self. If ine has a home, family and friends and a job or sources to live on, it is already clear for instance that the positions are very differrent, there is one in a. position of need on different levels and another in a position of being above to share and having to become herself the judge of what she shares because she considers what she has her own. This is the problem of the. mentality of scarcity. You need to possess and decide what to so with your own stuff because you believe it’s your own, you need to believe it or else you will starve you think. You will not have enough, others will upset your balance.Etc.Anyhow this is human mentality, animals and all forms of wildlife always found a way before humans got in the way. Sometimes they eat each other.So it happened with the Queens. I am going now to write a chapter and enter an area that has always terrified me in archaeological findings and that I have never wanted to connect to, explaining it away in all the ways that are easy for an academic when facing alarming large chunks of human history. I wanted to deny those before because I did not understand what it was about. I have partially regressed myself there this morning after writing this post which was quite roughly written because I didn't have the chance to re-read it as it often happens when I write as I fall in wake trance states or re-emerge from them. Either way at a state in which I am still more or less able to write. I have re-read some bits but not all because I need to reduce my Fooling Clowning for you online.

Thank you for your Bless in every Cell. I am not Clowning anymore. I am participating in this discourse because it feels crucial and it would hurt and deprive me of rest if I didn't do what my Body is asking to do, that is joining my voice to the Whole even if not precisely invited or celebrated...just yet. It shall be celebrated again, because the Healing is coming and we are becoming One, including me, part of all cells. I am free Now to be Everywhere and Everything and love Everywhere and Everything in TimeSpace as One. Thank you for leaving this space for Public comments to this very crucial Collective Weave in which I make myself part of because these discourses are crucial to me Here and Now. The voices I have been trying to be voice for have been gagged out of all collectives. Not only this one. I have been in the non-resistance accepting that for years and isolating myself every time it happened, but the response of my body to that I can no longer resist to either. So here I am in here and now, knocking on the door of the Collective where my uncolonised body is flowing to and where I am HERE and NOW as this is where I live. There is a few minutes in which the audio goes silent but it restarts working (the audio) at the end when I say why it's no longer possible for me to not respond to the crucial Public discourseshttps://youtu.be/zpGPjcr2B0w Scribbled on the Tor the night I met the Seals of the Place but it keeps changing if I re-read it because it's evershifting. SO I drop it and I hope you enjoy this journey in Non-sense from the flood of Golden light that is sweeping everything away coming from the top of the Tor.I am the 0 of Non-Resistanceinto everything and everyoneAll embracing all becomes Only OneOnly LightI am the Void of Memoryof Loveof Unloveof Love againof present and of past in presentof present and future in the presentof Time as an elongated spiralas a flat coinciding spiralas Dance that dances throughTimeSpaceis Onetrauma and Untraumaend in Time Beginninginfinite love is eternal and touches everythingevery road and unload every love and Loveor without capitals to be even more lovingthis Untimeness of where we are a 0 of OneI am part of You I can feel You all boiling in my lymph of Treefreezing in my ice-agekissing butterflies in my bones and tree barkthis shaped unshapeness that isn't a dogma even on how to be One!Gosh the Westeners are the Devil that knows one more than the devilthis terrible trapper EgoI can hear them all from miles!I sometimes check your streamsjust to check I am hearing inthough I wishfor a change of Music after all these many yearsI'm going to be the Wolf the Bites itand the Bears the Scratches itfor the principle of non-resistance which includes reaction to contractionto suppression and oppression of any Infinite Space of BeingYou are going to crush against and intrude onwith all these nots and knots!I don't resist through self-control if I am in Non-resistanceI non-resist through non-resisting wherever the truth of River is flowing and that is not about banging into the hard surfaceis that the hard surface is invented because I am the Flowlandand I flow everywhereparticularly where I am stoppedI will take special effort to be freedby simple non resistance and such simple mathematic lawswhat will happen when you gag a hose that's openit will explode the tubeand eventually as Water I shall explode all tubes anyway because I touch everywhereEverythingthatis what We Ancestors always reclaim Our as My we as ISelf-centred Spiral of past and futureI reclaim my whole Body expanded in Past and Futureand in East and Westand in Down and in UpWithin and WithoutI love You all the Same because You are All meI am all YouI am the Legends in which I heallike Hypathiais the story of an archetypeI remember not for ErrorI heal through Memory of Past and Futurebecause Memory is my infinite in every Storyin All of You, in All timesin all Nots and Don'tsIn all You Can't new this and You can't old that...I am the Indigenous LandMy Ancestresses are my BodyThe Legends are my Soulheartthe Mists are my Heartland where You are an eternal Nowwhich you have no place to ridiculewhich you have no place to dismissfor She too existsIn our Heart and Bodyin a flow I cannot stopSacred and immensely Feminineungendered and wholewhatever you all have to say about itI am following Joy and Bodyin the way my Ancestresses freed me to doin the Old Ways of the Landthat are Original because they are the Originsand they are New because they are Everchanging.And yet and yet my All beautiful Belovedshow much conditioninghow much conditioning from what you choose to be conditioned fromthe trauma and the fearI choose to flow in the eternal harmonies of my inner outer geometries of SacrednessI like the Rumi who welcome everyoneI welcome everyone even your Noswhich mean I must not exist For you dislike the love in the past and mistas much as the Unloveso you can erase it allI already erased the Unlove thank younow let me be the Love in every time pleasefor that's simply Us in mefree to bewhere 'unmy' Body and 'unmy' Heart is really flowing tobecause your bodies can't feel mebecause your breaths can't crave me?But the truth is that everyone who has ever erased Memoryis those who couldn't withstand so much lovewithout falling in love over and overwithout falling in love over and overas I am the Infiniteand I love All of YouI love All of Youso I can't belong to anyone in particularother than ourselvesAll of me I am YouWe relcaim our stories by reclaiming ourselvesour whole Wholenessin Time SpaceI have Called for the End of TimeI have Unknotted your Ends in MineWhere the light is born again againever new like grass that we have never seen and will have a new Un-nameto be renamed once again into a soundthat never existed but already didoh What Non-senseis it Alice in Wonderland?Is it Avalon or AvallenIs everything Intertextual?I Can Hear Your thoughts and I am undoing thembecause they bore me to hell as they deny something at some point alwaysso well I must include them tooBe blessed and go in peacecome back as Faeriedust and starswhich matter is and remains wherever you want to put it and turn it aroundthere will always be powerful mirrors and push and pullsthat are a Dance of Lightand nothing more and everything moreand everything Left and a RightBackwards and ForwardsNew and Old anew and Unold NewWhateverThe Gods tell us the ways out of the Labrynths with the mythsdon't be fooled in the same old mistakeswhen the night would not exist without the dayand the new without the olddon't be so short sided pleasethis new and new always new iphoneit's just the same what does it changeSpiritual Western Consumerismnew this and new thatI am so proud of my every wrinkleon the LandOn my FaceEternal Landscapesdoes it ring a bell anyone?It's just love!You keep saying feel my body but you won't feel me thereI am the BodyI am the Old Old and Future Body of the LandI am MatterI am MatrixStudy the Etymos because they will tell you the Meaningthe Legends will say the Way Outso to not repeat the Old Mistakesso to to travel to that 'ever new' now eternal heart spacewhere the heart is me and is everywhereas Old as I am like all of you as ancient as stardustuntameableIt's funny to watch you on tvas I flow where my rivers have been flowing for eternity and you are telling me not toas you tell yourselves and everyone to listen to your bodiesand the Elders who are still hereand are the Essence of Memory have actually taught you some where or another how to process as you doThe Ancestors became your food for their old body anewand gave you the Songs to navigate the Landare part of us tooWe are themWe are part of Youwhether you like it or not.Erase us if you likebut our light I will continue to riseWe are not defined by these human mattersWe embody the Outsidejust because there is more spacebut still We cravestill We crave You Allin IAll of You to become One with usWe love You all the sameWe are I, I am the voice of Voidand of Fulleverything and the Oppositethe holistic Tantra of unbounded Directioneverywhere will doEverywhere wil DoWhat a Butterfly what Mermaidcan love You all so deep and light?Even my Dear Onesin this undignified dignity of OutsidenessI just embody the Out of the In produced by binary thoughtand patriarchywhich you can't define from having been only from the Insideor can you?Can you say what it looks like from the Outsideand does it count at all?If I was here beforebecause I am the Indigenous Voiceand I don't need the New without the OldIndividual in One is just an old crapbut not all Old is crap and recycling is best anyhoweven the New please because it's old and boringand I won't be erased because I am the way that Matrix is madeno part of me can existwe can co-existbut if you don't respect the Land my Belovedswith her stories and historieswith her patterns of light that go unchanged and everchangingin the eternity of infiniteplease come out to see it all in its utter Contradictionif you not it and don't it and knotoh please let it go!Everything and the oppositelet's agree to disagreeand let's wipe this concrete and cars and smoke and willy-centredness that is crystalising freedom of Everythingnesslet's flylet's fly awayfive minutes ago is 1010when I feel love breathing on my skinmy desire hasn't changed a bit ever-newwhat to do when it's the way some of us loveforever and ever what to do with all this timeless eternityand this craving to be Oneeverything is intertextual isn't itI've learned so many languages and lived so many bodiesin the end all might get boringwithout a bit of sugar and of honeywithout the touch of magic of the Old Witchgoodness if I love a good old story,there are so manybecause the voices are innumerable and all so lovingI am an immensely lovable Joke playing at Unlovablecome on don't you see I am Joking and am abslutely serious about taking the responsibility of being a Onethat just opens a Doorto this Everywhereness s that patriarchy doesn't like to let free everywhereattacked Body because uncolonisedquite sure in wanting to remain soand Knowning the Knowing beyond this 'New Chatter'that won't change what is in time and well beyond.Badb, "Your End in Mine"with humour and lightphotos are from a couple of months agop.s. Added later for the voices of the shamans who cannot respond as their spiritual cultures get changed and confused in the minds and views of the West-sides. It’s incredible how the contemporary who need to reconnect to and yet do appropriate shamanism also state things about shamanism that are neither new or old but just plain delusion, e.g. irrelevance of 'past' lives... Past lives like the heartbeat a half second ago are part of eternity like time in UnTime is. Every breath is a past life and yet integral to Here and Now. Past and future are all true in this very moment true and both relevant in here and now everywhere every time. So the fathers have erased the indigenous Histories that are the Identity and the Medicine, and now the New Mothers are doing it too, with the pretext of erasing all the crap of the Father, but perhaps forgetting what does need to be kept from that Past that is love and exists there, as it does in the Future where Unlove too will reseed. It's just cycles of Cosmic Game. When the Clown calls the 0 doesn't erase anything but simply MERGES EVERYTHING to make it anew and keep it original, attaching it back to the roots so all is flowing and loving. What does erasing history thus Wrinkle and Memory do to the Heartland of this Myth of Avalon that is inscribed in the sacred codes, and numerologies and geometries of our sacred eternal Beings in these beautiful Isles White? Finally please can we stop suggesting for the 'work to be done' unless someone who you are quite sure they have not done it, is requiring advice? Because it comes across as impossibly patronising. When we were born as women we have worked so much and it's never enough never enough, though, is it? I don't know anything but work these days apart from those morning hours in the Bliss of the Forest. This is work too, at rising and growing the collective consciousness in our all inclusive One. It's like assuming we are not all doing and have not been doing (some of us for a lifetime and beyond) the work that needs doing, or that we are not listening precisely to the body doing the overwhelming work of healing this immense Earth. We all know what's best to heal and for some of us the Past is really part of it. Hypnotherapy works that way too and it's a western practice very close to Eurasian authentic original shamanism that employs the precious times of psychological instability for the plunge, rather than demonising or trying to control them or fix them, it makes the most sacred, the times in which any Truth emerging can be expressed however unelegantly. Patronising doesn't work and yet, oh dear, if this is your way let's bless it in every cell too so long as it doesn't preclude or exclude someone else's? I'm at a loss sometimes when the anxiety to erase the past to make the new instead of integrating everything is called upon.https://youtu.be/tAvreCppz0E the Eternal Song to navigate to the Healing of this indigenous Land I reclaim in my and her Sovereignty as One. The Old Grandmas know and taught me the way that no- Heart needs to hurt and it's so vital for keeping power uncolonised...to include everyone in that way so nothing hurts and everything is consensual with everything and everyone.https://youtu.be/LPdDM3AYrRY this one is the universal love to everything and everyone through the infinite power of Word, it's real and Here and Now. No to this love to all of you from the all is no to you and to the all. I love you all and invite you to an international conference for 20 minutes I will be talking about (in a very formal conference though) how we rewild and Decolonise your Power with the Power of the Dabu, the Na (Mo-so) Grandmas, in Lugu Hu the legendary Queendom of Daughters, where the Law of the Most loving (the Dabus) still reigns.Join us and Share this FREE online conference from the 26th the 29th Endangered Cultural Heritage (FECH 2020)https://www.anticusmulticultural.org/akech I will be on 25 min. on Friday 27th. from 9pm Bucharest time, (8pm Roma, 7 pm London) discussing power from below in mother-law society amongst the Na (Mo-so) of Lugu Hu, as opposed to power in patriarchy. A VITAL topic that needs to enter ALL eco activism and transformational work at the deepest roots of human consciousness because until the enactment of Power is de-colonised and Power seen in its true essence nothing can change. The colonisation of power is the reason why all revolutions fail! Let's end global genocide by rewinding our infinite power of love!

THE STRIX DEATH GIVER ASPECT OF GREAT MOTHER IN NOVEMBER EMBODIMENTS EVENTS IN SOMERSET AND CORNWALL(I corrected the text as much as I could to bridge these embodiments though it's not my role to bridge but only to be the shapeless container of it. The ones made for this bridging role are currently missing. So let's be democratic if someone wants to fix my long non-british syntax they can, sorry about the heaviness of the long sentences but it's really difficult to translate these spiritual concepts in English and I am an Ancestress indigenous of the Land proposing an old Forgotten Way not a Marketer, not a modern woman of this world, so these events take them and experience them in full presence or leave them for I won't polish them to make them more palatable, it's up to you to enter or not to enter these journeys in the ways of presentation that are currently available (Unavailable more like), for they need several lunar embodied Bridges besides that I cannot be as the mere solar shapeless container of these wisdoms).Introducting the Great Mother /Morrigu/ Morringan as Strix and Dead GiverThe Mother has always been represented as Snake Bird both as life and death giver, though the latter has been utterly demonised in Christianised witch-related folklore and literature, and reinvented in Christin-constructed daemonology which has left profound traumas in our neurons patterns and imagination, that is the Bridge to the Universe within and without (in body sensual instasy and out of body ethereal ecstasy). When the Mother comes in her aspect of Death Giver, we become deaf and blind and put in place ridiculus barriers that will hurt the human channel of the Great Mother (and ourselves subsequently, 3 to 9 fold more) but will not change the result of the fact all walls, structures and boundaries now are about to fall, so we can either choose to do it as the receptive lunar aspect of Male/WOMB/MOON with infinite trust and unconditional love, or we can all die and do it that way. It works either way and to the Universe it doesn't matter which way it goes, but it does make a huge difference for us as individuals and as a Togetherness which we are no matter what we do to avoid, so let's stop to dedicate energy to avoid it and use our energy to unifiy please and to support each other in giving our most true and most radical Offering to unconditional universal love.Sometimes we are so blinded by the patriarchal ways of turning the Matrix' Power into a top-to-down me/to other thing that we unwittingly enact those through fear. Fear drives us to believe in the need for Separation, walls and boundaries that aren't naturally there in the primordial Body of the Eldest Mother, the un-distorted primordial Matrix. Through this enactment of Fear we come to block imaginative ways to come out of the preset hurtful ways deeply inrooted in us which are acting as obstruction in the bloodstream of teh Whole and which we as humans we unfailingly repeat each time we try to break this pattern too. It's like we want to learn to walk differently and change the paradigms of walking when perhaps we don't even know what walking means, and we need to first forget what we have learned to learn it anew literally hundreds of thousands of times in order to be free from dogma and be really in the Heart of life. This is where Blissful Communication between all parts is. When the Way comes, we may misinterpret it as patriarchal lacking to recognise the Blessing of ancient Matriarchal Practices which are as imposing, invasive and pervasive not as the evil that wants to repeat the old paradigms but as the wind and the sun themselves, which come to break all previously learned boundaries of Right and Wrong, for all needs to fall Now and Here for the New to blossom once again. If the humans try to prevent it, the Mother gives no shit at this point because human time is over. If humans do not bless the final eruption of the Eldest Mother, who gets tortured, poisoned and exploited more every day in every form, human and natural. And yetShe doesn't get fed. She doesn't get healed. The Women, who are the highest and deepest channels of divine power on Earth because they can channel it in its correct intrinsic ways of only love, do not unite. They make groups that are not open, they block and gag each other when in disagreement or conflict or for whatever reason they get to believe in. The truth is there will always be very compelling and convincing reasons to keep women from including each other unconditionally in their lives and spiritual practices. There will always be fear of being crushed if we let one another rise in her potency, that is only an invitation to rise each other higher and higer, wider and wider, to make again Womb Being whole. This is the only and most revolutionary thing we can do and the most difficult to achieve because if we do it, patriarchy is truly over and without any need for tragedy and fuss. But we are so deeply programmed we can't get to believe it in our bodies that's all we really need to do to "change the world" to get together, all together, enemies and friends, in all our beauty and ugliness out in the sunshine. So when the Mad Heart Clown comes on the rainbow with the long stick to merge time and remind us of how long we have been ridiculous assholes, we send her away, we keep her at bay. We think what the F now? Can she do this and that? Is she harrassing and abusing people for what? And we don't see that the Clown has just come to break the logic of right and wrong and to open our heart where much of the love for our Sisters has turned to anger and suspiciousness or even hate because so much of it has been hurt. So instead of using the Trigger to look deeper into the inside, and still much deeper without rest, we turn the Trigger away. We keep forgetting that all together We make the Matrix whole again by calling back all the Animals and Wildlife and Spirits of the Land.OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEMBODIMENT IN NOVEMEBERThe Embodiments of the Celtic-Greek Pythia Morgen of the Bees and of the Hollow are continuing through the lockdown to dream alive the magical Legends and Tales of the Land. It is happening somewhere between 3 Realms at the moment. One is that of the Sleeping Beauty Tale, the Human Sacrifice, Fae aspect of the Moon as opposed to the Evil Witch who curses her and the Prince who wakes her, which in patriarchal narratives are divided but in the oldest narratives is the same Baba "Grandma". (it would help reading the various tales and versions around Baba Yaga). This embodiments ritually narrate in different ways of the imposed confinement of the Evil Witch present in every patriarchal narrative. i.e. in bare facts, the Wild Women Outcasts at the margins of every patriarchal society who cannot for their intrinsic indomitable nature (such as Rain, Waterfall, Wind or Sun) enter the patriarchal societies until all walls within/between Woman/women are ready to fall in the acceptance of all. Wild Woman thus becomes the murderous wolf/dragon ready to fatally attack her oppressors This is a recurrent theme of all contemporary societies paralled in grossly distorted folkloric narratives. This murderous animal in which Wild Woman Outcasts turnes intotranslates into the loving "Curse" of the Evil Witch, that i the Baba. The Garndmother, the Elder Mother who knows when enough is enough before anyone else is remotely able to feel it/her and destroyes everything, rising up into her Birthright of Deathgiver as well as Life Giver, though this aspectOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOThe second Realm is Avallen through the eyes of a Returned Morgen, Lady of the Fae demonised and exiled by her own Kin after the rape of herself and her High Priestesses. Some extracts of this Embodiment exist in the rewriting of the book of Avallen, which you can find in fragments in the earlierst notes of my profile, some of which are public.OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOThe third Realm explored is Wonderland beyond these dying Wastelands through the eyes of Alice of the Apple Kin, who is the continuation of the two Realms described above, through an Alice invented by "Lewis Carrol", a pedophile essentially, who only grasps Alice's Peter-Pan-like Beauty to rob her of it whilst she is still a child.çççççççççççççççççççççççççççççJOURNEYS INTO THE VICTIMS'REALITIESWe shall thus visit these 3 Realms Beyond the Looking Glass at Various Locations, in this still very much tabooed and shamed space between and within the male abuse/top-to-down power-created Victims of every time and place. Though most are uncomvortable with the word "victim" which is seen to take away from the warrior side of woman, this common (and very borgeois, over intellectualised) discomfort with the notion of victim hides the fact that patriarchy does create victims. Examples are not just you with the 9 to 5 job and the rest of your life planned and scheduled till you die, but also those more uncomfortable ones, such as the refugees who escape their land and homes with severe PTSD after beeing bombed and losing all they love and know ; the wildlife that gets murdered by hunting and global warming, ; deforestation and poisoning of air and waters; women and chilren who get sold and raped daily in the prostitution and porn markets (That most feed). The list of the Victims of Capitalism are endless but still we are so uncomofratble with this word that most blame the status of the Victim, on the Victims themselves. These victims, often even children, get accused to be "playing at Victim" while going through sometimes extreme forms of abuse, and can't reach out for healing into the human comunities that distance them and do not believe them, as experienced by millions of people who are very often too ashamed to speak on the face of their oppressors and of the perpetuators of the violence, that is also the attitude of onwership towards lifes resources of the communities that reject the experience of the oppressed and want to remain blind to it because they would otherwise have to take indiviudal responsibility towards justice. That's just sharing. We all feel we can't do more, and most are just too shallow to really just care enough. So as the communities resorts to excluding the Vcitims of Capitalism which shows up in every form of vertical imposition of any decision that regards and has direct effects on others. In matriarchies for instance there would be paradoxically even a Council to discuss the separation of a member of the human family out of the human community, which would mean to everyone understandin his or her death, either as a gift back to Nature, or a form to rebalance something violated. In Capitalism however, exclusion of massess of individuals that do not meet the minimal requirments to stay in a Land and community (e.g. citizenship) or vicitms of male abuse who need healing from the Women Circles which they are not able to pay for, often resort to suicide, to madness or to live in hiding --or all of these things if we take that peakok head out of the sand and have a look around for goodness sake.Paradoxically and typically, the victims who insist upon reaching out and getting support from the communities who do not protect them get accused and prosecuted for crimes, such as that of harrassment, which they are victims of at an exponential level. It's the communities themselves who are embarassed by the victims about explicit requests of support (sometimes even just by inclusion and ending the stigma) who defame them thus preventing others from supporting them and taking in their contributions, These abused and unprotected women, all neglected Embodiments of the Great Mother for lackiing the shine and the glitter ten get the place in prison of their abusers, silenced through the methods that should only be reserved to their abusers, who in turn continue to run free. Meanwhile, just to complete this horror-show sort of picture , the people of the communities who have denied support and protectionn, replace the missing "Rescued Victims" moment that we all need to hear (the happy ending of all faerietales).OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODATES AND DETAILS: 13 November 2020 at 3:33 pm in Yeovil forest, meeting at the Parking by the Nine Springs Cafe just off Bruswick St. We will work with the Spirits of the Ancestors at a very deep inward and outward Alignment of the Beyond the binary notions of "with" versus "against". This is a Universal love preparation for mass death, natural Catastrophe and Golden Age rainbow-Crossing. This is a very deep exploration into the highly misunderstood and mishandled ancient practice of human sacrifice, in all its symbolical realities. This practice in the past has not only been the expression of violent patriarchal societies that distorted and misunderstood through extreme violence and vulgarity the ancestral rituals of Mothers and Grandmothers. While the former have been turned into actual and arbitary murders of people (either by the political or spiritual authority or by neglect of the vicitms of Captialism), the latter have been cursed away from the Land through a persecution that culminated in such murders, the 400 years of Witch-Hunt stakes and hanging, and continues today as the sacrifice countless marginalised women still forced to give up their Part in society for the continuation of Capitalism. The human sacrifice practices were however been used to keep the Moon womb-embodied male principle receptive of the Fae, hence divine and were deeply symbolical. The variants of human sacrifice in connection to hunting and balance with the Spirit of the Fae or of the Wild (synonimous) are many and will be discussed during the embodiments.Whilst the topic of human sacrifices might be very challenging for all of us, including very much myself, I was today taken there in Memory by an ancient Roman acquedotto were a Hare lived that was once killed unjustly in a Sacrifice. In Yeovil Forests I found myself walking the paths of the ancient Sacrifice of the Black Moon just after the Harvest.This embodiment on the 13th will also celebrates the Passing of my biological twin 2 years ago as part of the tale of Guinevere the Queen of the Land, the new full Moon as the dark Moon is given in sacrifice and ritually killed, in some societies literally, in others shamanically, often in presence of sacred ritualised hunting of deers and horned animals as well as of Sacred Marriage rituals between the Sun Goddess or Fae and the Sisters and Brothers New Moon King(s)/Queen(s). In the oldest societies the Moons were many, both male initiaded to womb consciousness and female, and there were many women who were represeing or embodiedng the stars. This used to be the way in which the Ancestors chose to represent in Ceremeny the inner attitudes of the survived matriarchal tribes towards the male sides of the Moon gone unreceptive, impositive and threathening towards the free wild Fae wom if humanised will only become twisted and grow like a shadow in the closet but will not be able to disappear as She is part of reality and the Heart of it. The Moon brides on the other hand embodied the unconditionally loving protectiveness of the Moon as human and male side towards the Fae, for her survival and thriving, forher love and sacredness. This is in other words the story of the oldest societies in whch yin and yang were one or acting as one and becoming through women and womb-men priesthood One a opposed to the modern societies in the past 5000 years at least, in which the yin and yang have not communicating within and between Womb Being/s causing the fracture and unhealable wound within the Heart and thus Womb of the Original Matrix, that is the One, known as Ermen amongst her many names.OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO15 November 2020: Tintagel Beach, Calling through a magical quartz pendant for the divine Blessing of all Queens of the Land in Prayer with the Elements and the Ladies of the Land. If you are a Lady of the Land in Wales, Cornwall, Somerset or Devon, that are the three regions of the ancient Split between the Queens of the Land in the story of Avallen, this is one precious Chance to offer your Healing to the Land and ourselves likewise in a Circle of ancient Sisters returned to make it Round.Brothers of these same regions are as well particularly welcome to assum their ancient lunar function of receptivity, protection and safe container of the Fae, prior the patriarchal distortions that have gendered the Moon.THE VEIL OF DEATHAt the moment as we enter the darkest time of the year, between Samhain and the Solstice, we are all experiencing the consequences of the absence of the ancient practice of Blessing from the Queens of the Land to the Wanderers crossing from Oversea to the Isles as Returned Ancestors, for good or worse. Even more tragically we are experiencing the consequences at the level of global Ecocide of the missing Blessing from the ancient Queens of the Land to every She Wanderer as a side of the Mother Returned to heal the Land in her wholeness. These tragic consquences for the whole planet can be healed as we each embody our divine and human selves, entering the space of Healing the Land through the Communications of Remembrance, and through the Secret Rituals no longer protected by the Seal of Secrecy. We allow our boundless Feminine that is not divided from our inner maleness, take over and manifest Herself in the Streets and open spaces of the Land, with the Spirits there present. THE CALL The Call of Embodiment is calling now stronger than ever to enter all Circles of Sisterhood to clear the delusional Veil of Separation within and between Womb Being/s that is nonetheless tearing the Land apart in the conniving withdrawal of ourselves from parts of ourselves which we are still not embracing, which still we are judging, still we are not Welcoming at the Gathering of the Spirits of Light, with Alice and the Madhatter, the Hare, the Hampster in the Teapot and all magical Creatures of every Wonderland. The call more than ever is to unblocking, cohesion and heart to heart CommunicA(c)tion between all parts of the Inner and Outer Self/ves. If now it is not the good time to do this, you tell me we will be all sitting in the Womb Circle? Don't make up excuses, for time is an illusion, every right time is Now and Here. The best time in this time and space is here and now during this Lock Down that again will instruct humankind as to the sacred compassion to hold towards each other as we finally all get to grieve the Loss of our Outcasts and of our Dear Ones who probably were not sufficiently celebrated when alive, and who perhaps will never be celebrated if we don't rewild ourselves and let the Wild take over with the grandmotherly Laws of only-love.

"Stonehenge's Bee medicine to Human Kind"11.12.2020 (numerological synthesis of 9)May all that's needed open your Sightsto all useless Grief you have given these sidesof the Mothers, us like youLoss and death might give all a cluebeaten and shinned by those whom you lovemay you experience my Grief as a wholeuntil you realise the Grief you gave me and finally set All Sisterhood freefree and whole for everyonemay my Grief release us in One.for this is SO NOT about She and Ibut about the Spirit of our Beehives!About the Spirit of the Tribes of Life!And if you doubted me and did not readmay you All experience what I have and See!And if you didn't let me be part of your "ALL"May you All experience my grief as a wholeAnd may You not sleep, rest or happy beuntil You set all love freeALL love free!For 9 generations of all your linesmay they know my Grief in all its entwines so they may never Ghost anyone againall drops of the same rainall drops of the same rainBy all the power of Earth and Seaby the might of Pain back to thunder and freeby all the might of Gales and Sunmay they open their eyes and see All as One.Wind and Horse Old Signs of might Give them my pain whole tonightSo they may live to know what they've doneand change their ways with harm to noneMay they grieve to know they pain they gavetill then this Spell shall neither break nor fadeIf Grief is what's needed for them to believeMay Now start their grieving for all who didn't grieve meI am Grandma Sun, the Source of all lightI offer You may Grief to give you all my SightI give my life to Set the Blind Freethis is the Medicine of my Sacred BeesBy Unknot of One in Enchant we are OneBy Unknot of 2 this Enchant is TrueBy Unknot of 3 Now unfold their GriefBy Unknot of 4 the Open DoorBy Unknot of 5 the Spell's aliveby Unknot of 6 this Grief betwixtby its force through 7 may they peep into my Heavensby its force of 8 the sweet Hand of Faithby its force of 9 all my Heart is their Shrineby its force of 9 all their love to my Shrineby the Melt of 9 they unite every Timeby the Melt of 9 I am offering my lifeleave my body behindlet me search the HeavensOceans deep and Skiesfor the key of lifeto give them back the LightGrandma here's my lifefor this curse to come truefor only love is true.Since going to Stonehenge I have been feeling quite ill and weak, and feeling the Split within the Earth is the split between women and within woman, that is the beginning of the patriarchy and the world as most people know it now. Stronger and clearer every day what comes is that it is this split that has allowed the ways of the patriarchy, and only the undoing of this Separation will give the Land, thus the Ladies of the Land in the ancient sense of the embodied worship of the Goddesses of the Land, the strength to counter-react this state of oppression to regain freedom and wilderness, or else what I see is only natural catastrophe as the only alternative to do so for the Earth, without our help, if we continue to forget how we are her, as women first of all but as human beings as a whole too. It feels like the Land is grieving ever more deeply every day and trying still, to get humans on her side by letting humans understand how crucial it is for women to heal from toxicity by releasing it, and working on nothing else than their own inner healing to heal the Land, through the contact between each other and /in Grandmother Nature. As far as to the western understanding this might be hard to fully understand in its crucial importance yet, this is what it is being asked to us of the Land. There is still a choice being given which will be given until the end. I have chosen not to re-read the rhymes that came in the night when the most I was being channel of the hurt of the Land as my very delayed period finally arrived with this Delivery. I hope someone will be wise enough to hear it, and if it were even one soul, this sharing would still have found its sense. If not, I look forward to the natural catastrophe that we will face anyway if we don't mend and seal the Beehives, the cult of which ever sacred Stone sight knows most deeply about, as the stones are the bones of the Life Giver and the bees are the source of all life on Earth.Finally, I think when the Land say "Not about She and I " she means the tunnel, like she is not just angry about the Tunnel, she was priorly deadly bitter. There is roads all around that are extremely loud and there is a centre where people buy tickets and She doesn't like this either. Or maybe She meant the patriarchy. She is trying to say it's not to be blamed outside anyway but on the fact we allowed ourselves to be divided and this is what allows the patriarchy which is causing the destruction of every corner of the planet. We are the patriarchy as long as we are divided. The Curse is on all of us. I feel it more intensely because I have made myself available to feel into who I am radically and I am Grandma Nature, grieving all of you. I am completely unfiltered at your service Sisters to voice this breaking that is breaking me every day. It's not a personal matter. I have embodied the reasons to cut , you have embodied believing in those reasons, but the truth is no reason to be separate is good enough, only love matters and I am asking you to open up as I know it is exactly from here that the Mending of the Earth start, in this split between you and I. I could explain it with all the words and poems and legends stripped of patriarchy or with the research that came through me in these past years, but you would still find reasons to believe more in your boundaries and no that is simply humanising what isn't human at all, e.g. the pull that takes me to your thresholds more than anywhere else when the hurt of the split becomes unbearable which happened on Monday when I realised I had been blocked again. The Earth herself cannot cope with these blockings . It is not real. What does it mean that click on the phone to block Sisters more than the immense pain and karma they cause? You are just creating more and more karma through resistance and I am asking to release yourselves and myself from that shit and to unblock Grandma Earth in all of us. It's not about 2 of us, about the tunnel or the one road, it's about everything. We need to come together, all of us and in that space we will feel into the sacred spaces and distances and closeness to keep, as wild life, not as humans. Boundaries were used as an excuse to disrespect me and the Ancestresses in me and that's why my body couldn't keep to it. There is no wrong in my body as there isn't in any womb being. We are made of innocence and when we asked each other things that can't be our bodies don't do it. It doesn't mean that we are "patriarchal" it just means we are alive, wild and we need to meet in that wilderness to be able to feel our sacred spaces and feel into those, but it's something that is done in presence, mutual listening and kindness not with blocking and denying the sacred experiences that take us to each other thresholds. I have been completely disrespected and unheard. I have been shunned, judged, ignored, ghosted and even ridiculed in what to me and my culture is most sacred, and asked to make a silence I could not make, in fact the more I am blocked and shunned the more the Earth screams for union and hurts through me. It's unbearable. Can't you feel it? How can you have become so separated from the softness of our sacred flows to believe in that harshness. You are all loved the same by Grandma Earth and that's how you need to love each the same. But if you can't even give audience to a Sister from afar that for months has been knocking and carrying things that are meant to be given to you for the new way as you call it.... how can you even talk about the things you talk about? Please take me out of the box. Give audience. Let's talk in a Circle. Anything can be healed and fixed in a Circle of Women. How don't you know that? I can't even imagine the pain to be again in a country where I have against me the women that are behind the biggest sisterly gathering of these Lands. I can't even imagine it to have to go through that again. The Earth feels into my pain and in the pain of all the women that have experienced this. There are so many out here, I keep meeting them, they keep hiding. They do not have the courage to do what I am doing. Unblock me and I will stop. I don't want to do to this. I said I'm being the law that what is resisted persists, it was healing in the unblocking. Why then to block again? Stop ghosting Grandma Earth. Please, break this horrible curse. Call me, let's make a Circle. Not a circle of you did this and you did that, but a Circle where we really look into what's hurting so much on either side as you would not be blocking and ignoring a Sister if you were well and healed, if you were loved and enlightened. No Mother would do that to her child, no daughter to her Mother, no Sister to her Sister. You don't treat me as family but we are , because we are women. I can't bear this. I am Grandma Nature. How don't you feel it? Be Nature. There is no boxes here where to block one another. There is only unity. Please. Please hear it before is too late.Break the Curse. All Sisters may be Sisters again . All Sisters may be in the Circle again, whatever is happening individually between us, it will be healed and it is being healed in the Circle. These Circles need to be unconditionally open. We only heal with hearing and being heard . I don't deserve to be traumatised further with these hostile methods which only the daughters of the fathers understand but I don't understand. I am not a daughter of the fathers and I don't understand these ways, I can't feel into it. In a blocking and breaking I only feel trauma. I am part of your bodies, I am Grandma Earth in every womb equivalence, where the movement with the heart goes, it's an 8. Ermen

Have we all forgotten the Circle in which we bring Home even the Murderer?Have we forgotten the gentle balm on the Wolf's wound?The Wolf has bitten her wardersThe warders are angryThe warders are pretending to be coolbut they have already shot the big bad Wolf so many timeswhen She was bleedingwhen She was pregnantwhen She was grievingThe old story of the fathers and the husbandsthe old story of the men in chargethe old story of the Evil Witchthe old story of the mad women's asylums'psychological problems''let it go''don't play at victim bad wolf'Big bad wolfscary and darklike the Peaceful Night on the Alpsbright sand whitelike the shores of Brigit's IslesBig bad Wolfwhat have you done?Biting the ones who have gunsbiting the Warders?What have you done?Running free in the night and howling out the Moon Song?Crow Crow is murmuring and gigglingeven when the night is cloudy and darkeven when all Hope is gone.Blocked blocked againby the endless bars and cagesaway from Touchaway from gentle Voiceand gentle Smileno noDark Bad WolfCan't you hear the No to your Freedom?Blocked out Dark Big WolfCan't you take it again and again?Crow is giggling away the darkwith that dewy candle lightgrowing and growing in the tunnelno matter wether more shots will come to She WolfWild Woman, Wild Womanwhy are you letting your Heart Rant it all out?Wild Woman Wild Womanhave you gone all Crowie and Mad?But She says onlyhey, hey,rock and sing sing and rockwith the rocking waveswith the gentle chimeshave you forgotten the warm soft Moon Lodgein the Gentle gentle bleedingtogether back to the Earthfrom the apple red and white?have you forgotten forgotten?Cooking and peeling off the rootsand taking out the beans from the skin?Hey hey!Have you forgotten when we saidhave a hot drink first then you'll tell me all about it?Hey, hey!What is this new Woman Enemy of the last few millenia?What is this new hatred and Nos and don'ts between each other ...between Self?Hey hey!Don't you see it hurts?if you like hurting maybe you are sick?Hey hey?What's wrong with all this hurt to my heart?Why are you insisting on that?Doesn't it hurt you too?You've not treated Wolf like familyWolf in the cage has bitten the hand and stole the KeyWhat is all this boundaries non-sense?when we still need to hear each Other firstthen boundary is an unfair excuseto crush that respect and Awefor one anotherBefore you go for the crushing ways of yes and no make really sure be so sure pleasethat we aren't already crushing each other skinswith all these metallic lies of cages that don't existHey hey! Boundary what?This is all a human talkBe the Wind and the Wavesfeel into the Sacred Space between us All firstfeel the dance of the Elementsand choose once and for all if you want to be British or what?I want to be the Wind and the SunI want to be the Moon and the Star DustI want to be the Big Bad Wolf!Are you going to go and make a barricade before we haven't even remembered firstbeing the Rain and the Gales?Hey hey, feel each Other's sacred Space firstyou can't do it through the box!Yours and ours separated by skinbefore we Bowand then we Feel and the we Knowand then we join handsand we merge in the same Sacrednessand then it's clear which ways we are to go.And there is no such silly loss of TalentHey hey!Have you forgotten Grandmas' way of East and West?I have not!There is room for everyone!Look Sisters, in the Eyes there are things unsaidthat don't translate in words.First is that, first must be that.Then let's retrieve from this scary ways of the Box.We are all the bits and parts of Youcan you silence anything in your bodywhen the roar of the waterfall takes over?What did you have to do to stop the waterfalls?The beating and ghosting the ghosting and ridiculingthe big dark Wolfonly exploded the Waterfalls morein all directionsThe bitter blame to Flow that didn't stop at commandthat ugly bad Witchseductress and manipulative they sayat the Big Bad Wolfand She howls and howlsto a Moon that must have crossed her overbefore she was even bornbreaking every Heart spacebetween us Allwe each are Everything and Everyone.Hey heythe Crow has not forgottenthe Owl has not forgottenI haven't forgotten when we all loved everything and everyoneoh no, no,I will not let it go!I will not let it go!my Memory that is my RootWhatever your blablablaI am Memory as I am Heartand Won't be described by anyone.I will hold on to loveto Sourceto HopeI will not let goOh oh!I will not let go!I will not stop howling, this disquieting Wolf Crow songfor it's what has sung me throughand sung me whole and allthe darkest years and daysand still continues to shinelittle twinkle in the nightever brigtherno matter what beating on the Earth.No matter the massacre of noes and wallsthe wind and sun will never understandone will fill them and blow themone will project long shadowsOpenn it all !What's happening underneath?you will see countless wordsfalling out of apparent nonsensedon't throw away the pearls in the flowWolf is becoming Crow and SealBear is becoming Snow...Unicorn wears the Invisibility Cloakwith a big loud Horn hanging out...causing some laughter...and some surprise....what else is left than the Medicine of Transparency?Let them judge the random thoughtsand the naked wordsHeart Shaman is your trigger even when She's not at workjust by being thereyou will say hey hey,shut the hell up Wild beastlet's do a big show of the sacredno need for wolves and witchesgo go,our magic is all a big show to see who gets more likesWolf might bite some Warder to the throatYou will say again bad Wolfbad Wolfhave you killed your Warder?Have you bitten the ones in charge?You are just a stupid bad Wolfthey have said so many timesWind, they will sayyou are a bad womanmake sure you don't bite the Innocentas Wolf bites the Warder and Frees...Wild Woman for All!As She breaks free and joins the Wolf pack running with the Raven's flight.Aheh Stars,Nahena's sweet lullabydon't you know anymorehow it's best to exchange Familiars first? With that open, Childunconditional Heartand share cinnamon tea firstand then a smileand the stress and blame was already gone...so easily all resolvedrather than all that hurt and blockingGrandma Nature out of the Storythat gets told and tolduntil the Wolf is dark and scarythat Unconditional needs to come at firstit's not a yes nor a nojust the unconditional trust in letting Wild Woman bewho She already knowsWhat are you ghosting her for?I'm Grandma Earth!Don't you see? Your unblocking helps Her sleepIsn't She tired enough already without you making it so much worsejust because She gave and asked something as unusualas the flow that grows and flowsif we are Split She is apart.Touch your Hearttouch again your Heart.The early forms of eurasian sun heart shamanism I work with work on the unfiltered heart, and the catharsis brought about by emotional and psychic Imbalance, so demonised along with Need and Vision in your society and partially, I must say by you too, or at least some of the people speaking in here. I don't do this out of revenge or desire to harass, but simply because I cannot do otherwise.So again I was blocked. After 2 weeks of healing I saw it and the resistance in that created such tears and pain that here again I am being the law that what resists persists. Every time that venom comes from these sides I will put my comments here. My body, to every effect the Body of Grandma Earth has only ever been shared in utmost sacredness , except when violated, and so even more particularly is a Temple of love and receptacle of Great Mystery. However, every woman is Grandma Earth, in all her elder elements and by embracing divine in each other, dehumanising the river and the volcanos, the storms and gales that we all are when we clash and when we harmonise, we embrace divine within. By blocking and reinforcing the split we otherwise reinforce the separation. Who is doing the blocking, the boundary and the preventing of the unleashing, what is doing the resisting is not the Nature within, it's the patriarchy that divides us. You can always be sure to recognise the patriarchy introjected because it will ask you to ban, shun and block other women to re-enstate your "boundaries", which are just to be completely clear, a huge lot of crap from the point of view Grandma Nature that needs us to reunite. I have been called to embody her need to reunite and I have pantomimed and clowned it. At first I didn't understand what was happening. I didn't understand why it hurt so much I couldn't stop it. I didn't understand why an apparent and distant past was taking over my every day life and at least once a week or sometimes two I had to share words about what was happening with the woman whose higher self visited, apparently in her absolute obliviousness. I just couldn't stop it. I was hiding in a hut in the country side and receiving death threats. I was so conditioned by trauma experience every time I tried to talk about it with someone, and the embarrassment or pain it caused, wit subsequent loss of most of the friends I had, that I wasn't even able to talk about it. With this woman I talked about it. In writing or voice messages. I talked about the defamation I was experiencing for 7 years. Only briefly. I was not in control of the words that I typed. The surge in my body whenever I wrote to her, and whenever I write here to her Sisters too, or to the other woman organising the festival was just so strong I could not control what i wrote. The screen was not an appropriate means. I also had other reasons to not want to email and asked several times to talk. We were organising an event. For the first time after a long a year I was going to be given again a little space to share a ritual that unites the voices of the Women and thus of Earth Mother taking them away from the delusion of separation, in a way that heals deeply that 8 eternal movement of love that exist within and between our hearts and wombs , in the absolute equivalence of every womb being. My emails have been heavily hacked and part of the work on isolating me which my persecutors enacted for 7 years has been sending to the people I make a connection with whom were most likely to reintegrate me back in the collective, parts of my long texts, as they are left uncompleted in drafts as I tried to filter myself and find ways to communicate as obviously the unfiltered ways I know to be efficient and which are now since last spring the only way in which I CAN communicate, are not necessarily the most useful to communicate in societies in which our energy has been so deeply harnessed. My messages used to be spammed around, sometimes very intimate ones, sometimes they have been sent to the other recipients other than those meant to. At first I thought it was my energy being explosive and not fitting the digital communication, which is true to a great extent anyway. In fact this summer and in all moments of greater intensity or tiredeness, my words rolled like tiny glass balls everywhere in the screen. I had no control . I was working all day on the computer like now, for these 2 dissertations that have been positively driving me wilder than ever. So that was bad enough. Until 2013 I hardly ever used digital objects so the screen is not a suitable container for me. However Grandma Nature is wild force and if blocked everywhere else will flow even through here. It doesn't feel good, it feels cutting. But unavoidable. Coming back to the origin of this public pantomime which I would be so grateful we could stop it now ...but it needs a willing effort from your sides, especially from the one who started. What happened from my side? Why am I behaving in such a way as to cause even further resistance? Not by choice. You can be sure of that. This summer I asked to talk in person to any in the group . It was essential to share the contributions for which I am a channel in the circle. I had reasons for this, that I explained at the time. The fact that I operate through the matriarchal consensual method is one. I needed to consult with all the Spirits of the Ancestresses that had to have their say because to us it wasn't just a workshop as you call them (an insufferable term!). It was a golden chance to be present again in my non-individual entirety in the territory I was being pulled to move back to for years. Some tremendous amounts of energy where moving there that unblocked my life that had been stuck for many years. For instance. I didn't have any money to come up to the UK to the festival or anywhere really. I made a choice 4 years ago to pursue a vital project to rescue erased histories from an angle that almost no-one is able to address due to the fact there are possibly no scholars who have lived long enough in a matriarchal tribal community to do bring that angle intact without the normal biases and filters that come through even the best studies. Well. After a week or maybe two I got the offer for my land to be sold. A sale that was completed within 3 months from that moment. After 7 years in which I had been stuck financially. The situation in the country where I lived is much worse than here and I don't think people can appreciate how hard it was for me since I had no experience whatsoever working for money. Anyway. That was the first major unblock and is just a good concrete example in a world that functions through money-energy how big that was for me and everyone that in me is carried. The 5th of June signed the explosion of energy and my body being fully integrated in the Nature all around as every time Great Mystery throws me in the Rivers of Honey. I love everyone and everything the same, really the same. It's hard to conceive and my twin was psychiatrised for it as a child . So I tend not to advertise it. Falling in the rivers of Honey doesn't mean that I love that person more. It just means that I become unfiltered towards that person. Well falling in the Rivers of Honey this time meant I became unfiltered , bit by bit more towards the whole world in the moment I was asked for the Rivers to Be stopped. What you called "Healthy Boundaries" or "Healthy NO". Shit. I have never experienced anything more damaging as the boundaries to Rivers of Honey, in my long long long life (that i don't separate from the past lives just like you don't separate I guess last week from your current life). Women are deceived they need to put this no because Honey i.e. love, is what is either asexual and makes us friends and 'sisters' in the western sense or it is what it's either a yes or no, to form a couple, to form a family, to form the American dream adapted to various cultures . As this happened and was unfilteredly revealed, we didn't stop right away to work on the "workshop" so called that I was bringing. If at least she had shown some Response-Ability and said something like: "I can't cope with your feelings towards me to organise this with you, I can't talk with you and I can't let you talk to someone else either because I am control freak and I need to scrutinise all the works that enters by myself, so for this year I can't actually let you bring anything to the UK", it would have been honest and at least clear in the confusion that I was feeling too. But there was not such clarity. I asked to talk to someone else, sensing that this would be the way to give her the space to take in what was coming through between us and let another woman step in: the famous Third Ancestress, that takes away the binary polarity. Not by chance in the secret traditions that from matriarchy still survive it is a taboo to do anything in two, particularly the sharing of love, as otherwise it is believed and perceived that it becomes personalistic. But do you actually think that the advice was taken? No! Of course not. What can have a survivor have to share? The moment a woman is outward about being survivor she is considered incapable to bring anything worthy or intelligent, healing or helpful to the collective. It's not very different from the mentality in which an abused woman is asked what she has done to provoke it. IN fact the New Age way to introject christian punishment is still to ask the woman what she has done for this to happen on subtle level . It's not the short skirt to be blamed these days, by the new "enlightened" crappers. No. It's some action that has attracted that. Which is so disempowering to Woman and so disrespectful even as a thought. When the Americans threw pesticide on Vietnam the land and people were killed and damaged. After so many years in Vietnam there is still the orange agent, all these veggies from those areas and animal products from animals from there, carry toxicity. It affects the nearby countries involved in commerce, including nearby Australia. Does it mean that the Land did something to deserve the american pesticides? What did she do? Why when we talk about Land the Land is innocent and needs to be loved and healed and rewarded and when we talk about Woman not so? My rivers of Honey are as innocent as the waterfalls. They were not harassing anyone, they were following their curse. It's the humans (and our human selves) that need to adapt to our rivers and storms and gales, and it's high time that we start treating women as wild animals. The wolf will bite if you approach the wolf the way that is not suitable to the wolf. And so the Spider, and the lion . Some hurt just if you touch them, like the jelly fish. We need to understand this in our ridiculously tamed lives! For us a woman or Nature after or during abuse, which must include forced isolation and threats, is considered even more sacred. Because what comes out of a wound cannot lie. It's unfiltered. Instead we shun women survivors and their love and clarity can get dismissed as 'projection' or 'psychological problems'. Their memories and needs that if they emerge there must be something sacred in it, and which in matriarchy are considered a sacred bridge to the Cosmos, here are shunned and dismissed too. Almost seen as something dirty, just because it's chaotic or messy, or sexual, or unstoppable. Humans cannot bear to not control and to not label. Instead of being listened as a voice of Grandma Nature however, I was asked if I had any experience in doing workshops and holding circles. That really was offensive and it's when I reacted, from a human point of view, setting my boundary, and clarifying that after the Summer Solstice for the reasons that the days start to get shorter, I couldn't make such a big decision as to what to bring from my sides. There is a way to work in every culture. Sometimes cultures can meet in spite of the great gaps, but it requires dialogue. I couldn't make this bridge alone. I needed to talk to them, I had questions and I needed to feel what felt more right in conversation from someone of the culture I was going into. In any case when we do things in circle we speak face to face to bring them in. In presence. A video call was already a great mediation. Written dialogue was not a way in which I can even communicate efficiently. It's too much. Plus some of us who have experienced brutal and prolonged isolation have used writing as a coping strategy so it's not a good way to communicate anyway because it overflows of words. It's too dense , convulsive and too much for the general human being to cope with. So to prevent this conversation was actually, from my point of view who received it, a passive aggressive control freak way to prevent me bringing my contribution. It's already patriarchal to ignore a woman we are doing something with who is asking for something necessary to bring her voice in. It's not respectful. It doesn't take a "shaman" to see it. I thus retrieved my participation at that point and expressed the wish to be invited to talk in person next year if we were to do something helpful together. I don't know how this was later turned into "you expressed the wish to never see X again". Or "you asked for a special treatment". Is it special to speak before a workshop? What's special about it? I also wanted to talk about the defamation and explain that if they got some weird email defaming me or some email that caused conflict that seemed written by me, to first check with me, because this is how I have been prevented from reaching out. Well, no need. Soon my unfilteredeness was to explode anyway. I will never know if more messages from my drafts than those I sent were sent but surely I remember 2 or 3 times being locked in the screen many many hours and actually sending the resulting pages as I have done with the reviews here. The more I tried to close the more Great Mystery exploded the Rivers of Honey in my face. If I accepted them on the other hand, I fell in their sensual folly and my body exploded in wild orgasms without the need for touch. I have actually never experienced anything like that. These explosions came with images, with symbols images of caves, memories, traces, that on the same day often or sometimes the following days , I found evidence for. They were tracing the map of my disseration. This is why I say I am womb historian. Not because I am not well-read. I do read a great deal, but I couldn't have found this information just by reading. It's like when I moved to Yeovil and found the Sheela Na Gigs with the same hands positions as the petroglyphs of I am studying in Asia. I didn't even find them, I found a room there and then an archaeologist who took me there. It was blowing my mind away, the level of Elder Signs, which you moderners call "synchronicities". However it felt like on the other side there was increasing closure and suspcion. I felt that the human self of the higher Self who came to visit me in Spirit and being my first aboriginal Guide of the West, reconnecting to my mother indigenous line here, was not keeping up with her higher self. My human self was also very confused just perhaps more accepting because I was full of love and honey, and I was broken by all the isolation and fear every time I heard a car approaching at night. So I didn't have the instruments to filter which perhaps she had. Around early July I got the stopper from the human self. We can always know without doubt that who can't cope with rivers of honey and visions is always the human. Divine self would never ask Divine Other (that is herself too, always) to "stop". First of all because we are talking about the most sacred and necessary Medicine produced by Nature, that is all that is connected to Bee, so pollen, Honey, propolis etc. Nothing can or even exist without the Rivers of Honey. If the river starts flowing in your house maybe you need to move the house, not the river. My messages could have been put into a folder instead of asking the Rivers to stop for instance, and dealt at the time that felt possible or appropriate to the Other Side, explaining that at the moment there was an impossibility at being in Divine Timing of the Honey . And this is just the most autarkic salutation I can think of. When these things happen to me I speak with that woman who is erupting the Honey and first of all I bless the Honey because the Earth /Woman is healing and nothing is more necessary than her honey for that, so i would never dare interfere with a sacred flow just because I feel can't plunge in it myself. We honour the river with kindness and bless, express what's happening in a gentle dialogue and express the desire to wait to respond for instance. That already calms the rivers and allows them to keep flowing without causing disruption, and continuing the Healing. I kept trying to express it was the way of neither Yes or No, and yet after various months I still get the feedback from the group that judges who is neither about yes or no... (a coward group that speaks in group against the outsider without even admitting that it is what you are doing). The letter I received however, was also neither a yes or no but in way that felt very confusing not in the way that implies the exploration of a liminal space between the binary yes or no. The letter said essentially that the Sister in question, considered me as a sacred Sister, but she was in a place of tears, she was under the waterfalls incantation and could not respond so to please "not communicate in that way", presumably in written. If she meant to communicate in spirit it must be said that what was coming through from her in spirit was also very confusing, apart from the symbols, memories and honey that were being shown in a streaming uninterrupted flow of pure magic. The human self came in spirit from within to express fragmentation. Fear that I would try to use the waterfalls to bring her way from her family or something along those lines, that I couldn't however fully comprehend because it was the fragmentation and limits imposed by the ego. When we say we can't cope with something that we are facing (like i keep saying now with all I'm having to cope with and like I was saying this summer), it's because we are putting limits on ourselves. My Grandma would say, "you are putting this limit on yourself, you are unlimited", m y words in translation. Well I was not able to make this silence I was asked for. Not because I didn't need it too. But because the rejection , the screen, the wall, created an irresistible pull towards the source that was resisting and thus creating an even stronger pull which amplified the already wild folly of the river. In August I was assaulted at my house physically for the first time after October 2017. I realised I needed to connect with the women's community of the place I was moving to. I had sold the house, and the closure of frontiers meant I was not going to be able to go to Tibet in September, all foreign permits were deleted by the Chinese government and that ensured that for a while I wouldn't need to go to Xiamen either to the university. So the only thing left to do was crossing the border with the UK as soon as possible before further covid restrictions would stuck me in a country where at home I was not safe and couldn't even get a job because the economy is completely collapsing. I expressed to the other woman the desire to participate and sent her the photo of my burn and bruised face. The things that were answered felt truly horrible and painful. The most painful was to be called a patriarch and for my perspective to be defined as "gas lighting". I have been with 3 sadic narcissists and was still dealing with my neck injury and have been insanely boycotted not only by the "religious" fanatics that more often than we are willing to accept kill or defame women who try to speak outside of the patriarchy. It was horrendously painful to read that. What interesting mirrors we are for each other...because that's exactly what it felt to me. I felt they were being two patriarchal monsters when we could have talked months before and avoided all that pain. But also what hurt was the fact that I was being told that my work was not "consumable", which was never meant to be , but also without even ever knowing my work never seeing my work because all that they had from me was texts in an extraordinarily dense, intense , cathartic and chaotic liminal time of transformation in which perhaps we were coming together, the three of us, not just to channel a "workshop" but to channel an immense love transmission that was not about a relationship between two women but a relationship between all women, a healing to reunite Life Giver in all her forms. I don't know where it comes from when you talk about shamanism and matriarchy that people expect you to do all the work by yourself, to be this perfect "Guru" of self control and mastery and balance. My lineage doesn't work with self control, and if it works with balance and discipline it is certainly not at the Time of Sacred Imbalance when the voluptuousness of Honey takes over, when the tears flow, and the blood too, out of the wound, and cleanses everything. That is the time to only Listen and communicate gently in each other presence with all the sisters, because love too is a sacrilege experienced or closed between two peoples. I was not expressing my wild rivers to seduce but only because I couldn't do otherwise. I can only be my raw truth. I am embodying the Heart. The Heart is not the Womb with her perfect tides. It's not the gentle Moon. Of course the Moon she is loved, she is so gentle and sweet but it 's from the sunlight being accepted not shunned. The sun burns, the Sun can cause fires and destructions if it is not contained. It's the Heart. I was embodying that not because I chose too or wanted to play at "Queen" as my aggressors said to shame me on the 9th when they bleached lovely silver hair cultivated so loving ly for 2 years to make it go orange. And I didn't share the memories of Hypathia or Morgen that I wrote in the form of poems and letters and fragments of chapters of a book that sometimes comes since 2009 and other times it stops and cannot be forced to come. It just all came. It didn't come to be let go either as you suggested in your podcast. We are told to let go so much of what we need to hold on to. When my sisters lost their children in the accident they were told to move on too. When I lost my sisters I was told to move on too. And even after a few weeks only. It's such a violence to tell people to let go. Be sure that each know what they need to let go. I for instance need to let go of the unlove. Not of the Memories of love that are happening now and always, in the eternal Untime. Since the 9th of November I have been blessing my aggressors. While being called and being treated by some sisters as an "harasser" because I prioritise what my body is telling me to say rather than the rules that you impose on me, which just feel deeply damaging to my body. Blessing my aggressor was miracolous. I felt their empathy at some point. It was never shown but I felt it. After that a Cirlcle of Sisters manifested itself. And I have been wondering if these Christians that are the same people of when I was Hypathia, just needed my blessing after all. It must be connected if after 7 years of seeking for Healing in Circle I found a Circle that was offering the exact kind of healing I needed. The divine experiences on the ancient Hill above the lakes and meeting with the Double Twin Goddess of the Land later met in the Circle confirmed this. It's all about stop resisting what we persist. In that flood of tears I felt her near again. Somehow forgiving and understanding of my side too. I told her I was entering the preparation of pregnancy and would stop shadow clowning -now I am just being unfiltered but I am not shadow clowning anyone- that was something specific that I did in the time of utmost hurt and from the place of the flow of Honey. Shadow Clowning cannot be done if it's not from such space, and it needs to be Spirit led, which it was, totally not controlled by me. I told I would close that profile which I did and that she would be safe. But I also told her that because the rivers of Honey had stopped when I tried to listen to some podcast the second time or third. The more I listened the more hurt I felt, the more the Honey dried. The incommunicability growing. The consulvive flow of words trying to fill that gap. The sense of betrayal for you being there "speaking about the Unspeakable" while speaking about rather worldly things from my point of view that I am carrying all this Unspeakable that truly cannot be spoken about, as if I do , look at the consequence. I am out of your circles. I am the odd one out. Aren't I? If I hadn't spoken about the honey, Avallen, the visions, Hypathia, and all that which must have been dismissed as either "past" or "ego" or both, I would have been in that festival even in the online version and I would have probably talked about the equivalence and sacredness between woman and earth and how everything about woman is sacred like it is about Earth, even she is beaten, or raped even when the sea is dead and the rivers poisoned. Had I been able to be filtered, to control myself, I wouldn't have been distanced. I wouldn't have been treated as the quintessence of the "anti-spiritual" in virtue of my sacred Imbalanced dance balancing the endless times and spaces , or of my wild waterfalls. I would have been in there, I would have made connections and through those connections found my way, which I only did after she blessed me, instead of blocking me. Huge healing has moved since, and it' s being coincidental with me blessing the men who damaged my life so deeply. Don't we all need love? Doesn't all pain love when we are loved? If you were coming from a place of love, of truly just love, with the eyes of love you would look at me and you would See all that unavoidable "muchness" as Lewis Carrol called my essence, that now you shun. You would see that I am a part of your bodies , a part that cannot be renounced just because it's not controllable by neither your Laws nor those of matriarchy. In matriarchy we don't seek those who dishonour us for instance. And in the unlikely case a Sister or Brother doesn't respond to a Sister, all people in the community will take Last Word with that person , and close word with him or her as so serious is seen to not respond to Life Giver. When a woman is pregnant, everyone is pregnant with her, and when a woman is wounded everyone is wounded with her. It's the law of the Mother at the beginning, Mater Arché. It's the non-differentiation. And yet I am a point where nothing that flows or thunders or expresses Voice within can be stopped , all it raw and it's my deepest Truth that I share. I won't let anyone call that gas lighting and am still waiting for the apologies to come. This is my truth at the rawest state. All our truths are necessary to make the round View and the Sisters of Conflict, which we are as we are conflicting in views and needs, are the ones to first Honour, as well as the Sisters of the Rivers of Honey, because where the body is most open and raw is where there is to heal and mend most. The body knows best. So I don't know how you can say essentially the same but then shun me for doing it for embodying in such radical truthfulness! I paste below a post that I wrote in comment to the assassination of the Natives in brazil that is very relevant to here now. I am writing all this because last night when I went to retrieve my old phone to call the notary I saw she blocked me and I have been in dreadful pain ---AGAIN-- all night. And I feel that while being asked to respect their "private lives", going through the tears and waterfalls , mine wasn't respected. I obviously have not even half of the privileges that support life. Like a place to call home where to put my roots in this dear homeland of mine. I don't have a job, to assure me that I won't be roofless after a couple of years or less. I am just starting to weave some friendship, with the knowledge that it could happen again that it gets blown away by the mess that having to embody the Flow has created, as there has been certainly a lot of gossip and talk on my back which is the first thing I asked there not to be, but there was and there was before I blew up my gales and storms. There is even a podcast about curse around the time I talked with this Sister about feeling under a curse, and one about love saving the world , love from strangers. Then there is the Pythia after my poem on Castalian Springs and the mystically voluptuous and immensely nature of Sight through Present where past and future coincide. Then there is one about Memory after I talked about remembering the loving ways of the Grandmas as we get rid of the unloving ways of the patriarchs. I wouldn't hesitate to believe in the synchronicity as I have seen her many times posting things I was Seeing in sight before she blocked me. And after too, sometimes the two times I changed profile on facebum before she blocked me again --this time I blocked her myself just to avoid the pain of being blocked, but I won't deny that when the Rivers of Honey missed her and flew to her I would at times read what she wrote. Until doing so led me here and it hurt too much to see we are not in dialogue. I haven't listened and will hopefully not be drive n to listen to any further podcast after hearing our indigenous heritage (Avalon) being ridiculed and some hurtful notions that aims to separate the spiral Pythia from all her Times of love, that is her very body in time Untime as well as in space. I would listen full of peace even to that if we were in an equal circle and I was allowed to respond in real time, part of the conversation with you, integrating my views with yours. But like this from the box , in writing it hurts, it's not loving communication. I mean mine is, it's my best attempt to fill the gap but it comes about because I am too hurt to stop it, not because we are in a soft gentle and sisterly communication in which we decide that all our views can coexist without need to ridicule each other . Particularly when we are not shadow clowning from the place of survival and love, but just really trying to communicate here, as I suppose you are too in the podcast. I can't re-read all that I wrote. There is a work needed now, in this unfilteredeness. I hope some of what I mean comes through . The post about the Indigenous cultures and the white supremacy that gets introjected and still acts in sneaky ways I paste here below. Thank you for being You Sisters and teaching me to be myself unleashed. This maybe too happened because it was needed just this way, and in all that I wrote I want to acknowledge my deep level of gratitude in all this too as I know there is Medicine in this fact I unleashed my voice in the world even if it has cause some to ridicule me and a sister even didn't allow me to take over the Moon Lodge Facebook group I suppose because of this, even though she was closing it. I wonder if the whole town will gag me out of all initiatives that I can enrich too because of this. I pray for more expanded sight and for more tolerance of our differences. There is something vital being embodied in this excess of words that is not being Seen and Heard. When it's seen it will not be excessive anymore, it will find its balance. post: Here, on the other hand, where the government no longer provides for this Cancellation of the Indigenous voices and ways, we have the ignorance, and the unkindness of the white dominant culture. Even 'spiritual' appropriation of the indigenous. The underlying ROBOTIC statement is: "you-and your-culture-are-not-welcome-because-we-know-everything-best-and -you-are-not-even-allowed-to-speak/exist/access-our-resources-if-we-don't-agree-first". it's like a robotic identical statement that comes out of actual actions, it's not necessarily consciously formulated, and is what every Other I talk to commonly experiences in relation to the dominant culture. IT's not wittingly formulated, for it was conscious it would have to end. So I invite the Whites to look at this introjected statement that gets expressed by the practical choices of everyone because this is the same introjected crap we as whites experienced here too, on our indigenous lands when we were colonised by the Christians and the Capitalism brought about precisely by all such abramitic religions enemy to the Mother's Way and thus to power from below. The Indigenous cultures aren't just what it's easy for you to take in but also what kicks the shit out of you just by merely breathing in its relentless innocence. Like the forces of Nature that will not stop just because you tell them to, unless of course you become the Forces of Nature, as the Ladies of the Land, and you can direct them and govern them through the loving uninterrupted 8 movement flow between Womb and Heart which regulates and orders all wild and often destructive universal forces. Other is asking of you for radical change through small and great actions of welcome to Other, that is Unknown. Actions that make the difference for Others, just by the fact , for instance, of letting Others not only be very welcome, but become 'us', become integrated IN us. Actions that endeavour to suspend judgement to allow that tender space which enables Others to be Self without being judged, thus colonised. Becoming aware how EVERY JUDGEMENT against OTHER is an act of Colonisation. This is why reverse racism does not exist, as Audrey Lord and the black movement pointed out. We all have the introjected colonisation of the white within, whether we are born or raised as whites or not. We all have within the colonising perspective of the dominating culture. But only the Indigenous have their fresh indigenous perspectives within. The whites do not have it. Besides we cannot talk of reverse racism when native cultures continue to be the patriarchy's created (not self created!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) VICTIMS OF GENOCIDE. We are asked for Actions of radical Openess to Other in all forms and manners. Actions that alter deeply y/our realities when the realisation really descends upon You/us of how much old patterns were perpetrated against Other. To most whites that go through this process of self- decolonisation and continue to go through it throughout their lives, it often feels very Uncomfortable or even extremely painful at first to include Other and make Other 'us' as 'yours' and 'theirs' become 'ours'. 'How are you/do you need anything', etc. questions usually never asked to Other because there is such burden on some of the lives of 'Others' who don't have the same 'human rights' e.g. shelter, food, Sacred Space and right to be abused (thinking of the Others victim of human trafficking for instance) access to medical care etc. Because the burden is so big and sharing so problematic in societies in which we don't live in communities but in mononuclear families or this ridiculous patriarchal invention called 'Couple', the instruments to welcome Other truly lack and the reaction is usually to renounce trying to change our social structure and subsequent mental structure, so Other continues to be unwelcome because we truly feel and believe we do not have the instruments to be HeartFull and expansive loving. Therefore a distance must be Kept with Other, or else the eternal laws of kindness and sharing inscribed in all tribes of Wildlife, from the trees to the wolves and the bears, might imply some embarrassment in imagining for them to be extent to the bipeds tribes. I would like to say human but there is so little humanity in humans that is hard to. It's too embarrassing to even imagine in the 'human family' for 'human rights' to be extended to Other through individual and communal intention, refusing to accept for there to be 'us' and to be 'Others' altogether. Or for 'us' to describe 'Other'. I want to make some practical examples that will surely make some whites angry because they will feel call into cause, with bad consequence on our already inexistent relations. But to be honest I give no shit about how the Tyrants will get annoyed because as far as I am concerned, and as far as Nature is concerned, the dominant cultures will need to stop very soon being Tyrants and let Others enter to decolonise the Whole or we might just as well die all together in natural catastrophe that human kind with its tyrant ways is calling upon the Earth. Global death will then feel thrilling because from it life will spring again anew. So here are some examples that are in my Other's mind recently. There's something extremely colonising and shattering to the heart of the Whole when even just individuals (not necessarily the govement with weapons) from the dominating culture suggest (verbally or non-verbally) the Indigenous Other to STOP embodying their epicentres of diversity, which coincides with the epicentres of their very identity, thus denying Others to exist, in simple words, because people are erased the moment they are not allowed to express themselves, or to be present to publicly available events, gatherings, courses, therapies even, in virtue of their epicentres of diversity. These epicentres of diversity get judged before they get truly Seen, in their physical presence, wholeness and entirety. So they never be understood, accepted and integrated, and continue to remain 'Other', to the damage of all society and thus of the ecosystem. Some more every day life examples: (1) when Other is asked to censure what is most held sacred in their culture and a whole load of judgement gets produced when there is refusal or impossibility to do so (e.g. harasser, false, insane, unhealthy, mad, crazy, patriarchal, violent etc); (2) when Other gets censored in public social networks for expressing indigenous views that don’t fit white modern understanding of reality, or the way white cultures who experienced the erasal of their own ab-Origin, have interpreted ab-Origin; (3) When Other is told s/he uses "too many" names while Other is practicing their indigenous sacred traditions of Name and Shape-shifting, common to many aboriginal cultures, who are rooted in Dreamtime rather than in the delusional world of Static Appearance; (4) GHOSTING: where all communications with Other are interrupted. e.g. when disagreement or a clash of interest arises. Or, worse, when support was promised for Other to possibly gain ‘human rights’ otherwise missing and the lacking of which might mean imprisonment and/or deportation of Other; (5) when the values and spiritual paths held most sacred by Other are ridiculed and attacked publicly by several individuals, through the social media; (6) when Other is accused of victimism, disbelieved, judged, blamed or shunned for denouncing repeated acts of violence or asks for help about that. (The whites like to repeat to themselves to learn to "Ask for Help" as a great value, but they teach Other to never do the same by mortifying Other with indifference, ridicule, blame or otherwise equally damaging manners. (7) When it gets implied or even said (quite often) that Other is ‘Guest’ in the dominating culture and must therefore abdicated to her/his identity, spiritual cultures, multifaceted lineages and values and assimilate to those black and white and highly limiting ones of the dominating culture. The list could go on and I might add more numbers in the next days. It then becomes a political/social responsibility to be the unfiltered, spontaneous and unedited Voice for our Otherness, particularly when we are a form of Other, as well as a form of white, as in my case, that I am both. This is only true folly, the undetected, unchecked arrogance of humans when human is no longer connected to Source. So that other paths and other ways are unconceivable. So that letting in 'Others' who bring in our lives their 'unconcevaible' realities becomes "impossible because we are just merely coping". If you are just coping with all the privileges you have just imagine how 'Others' who do not have access to even basic human rights are doing. If you are just coping get up and do something more, for OTHERS rather than for yourself. This self-obsesvsedness is a Western preoccupation. In all the indigenous cultures of the East which conserve a shamanic culture, whether matriarchal or no longer, we do things for others more and more when we are just merely coping, and the more we are just coping the more it means we need to do things for Others. If you let yourselves do this, it would mean exploring the Unknown and finding ways out of the Labyrinth that the Labyrinth does not provide. But Arianna, She does provide it, with the thread to trace back her step to the Root. That is the Way out. Don't the myths teach us something? Arianna etymologically and mythologically is also the "most Virgin" in the original sense of adamete, undomitable, intact and unteameable. Arianna is Dionysus. She has been humanised in the bride of the hermaphrodite God which She herself his, the inspirer of the wild runs of the Maenads, overlapping precisely with Frey and all Goddesses hermaphridite later gendered into male Gods. Apollo, Pan, Hermes, Odin, Zagreus, Shiva, Osiris, etc. all gendered male representation of the virgin Anna/Marian (later Christianised Mary), Artemis, Ana, Gaia, Cybele, Aphrodite etc. The colonisation of Indigenous people of the Land started with the colonisation , separation, gendering of the FeMale undivided EarthSky Matrix. Ocalan traced this colonisation on a merely human, atheist level in Gilgamesh and built the Kurdish revolution around the women revolution by actively supporting women, such as Sakine to to lead such revolution. Ocalan is in maximum security prison since 1999. Sakine was shot in Paris by the french secret services in 2014. While everyone in this country like in every western country, presumes to live in a 'democracy', the truth is that every attempt at decolonising gets suffocated and nothing that makes its way to public influence survives, in fact most attempts die before they even make it to public influence because we live in a world dominated by a misery able to detect and suffocate anything that shines, or to corrupt it and turn it to its service. There isn't any practical every day work on decolonising Consciousness in any self-defined 'revolutionary' movement . One of the main obstacles is that relationship with colonisation is such that to explore the Unknown and experience Other cannot be seen outside the parameters of appropriation that have already traumatised the white in their/our indigenous selves. The repression of our own Roots/ indigenous cultures, has been brutal and has changed the structures of our cells. So what happens is that we transform into the appropriator culture like the victim of the vampire in the legends becomes the Vampire (again the legends teach us something) . Then we erase that "past" that is our Root, Memory of the Ariadne's thread out of the Labyrinth, and so it gets thrown away with all the crap from the past does need to be thrown away. As we transform into the culture responsible for the Genocide of our deepest identity we continue to self boycott the emergence of that Identity, thus becoming the most resistant to Other. This is how the 'revolutionary groups' are often the most damaging to Other, for the pain of betrayal goes deeper when we share the common purpose of making Shifts in the weaves of Change and how we conceive Change. May All find so much love, that is all the Source there is, within and without, to be overflowed with Clarity and Compassion, and that insuppressible surge and curiosity not only to be open to Other and the experience of the Unknown through Other, but also the pursue of Other. May Other be not only accepted but Welcome; not only welcome but pursued; and actively, purposely Invited. May Other no longer feel it's a concession that you are making to get to know their culture. The exchange just doesn't happen that way and indigenous cultures/peoples/individuals continue to be erased. If you we could all See Other from the eyes of love only, with nothing else attached, Other would become a friend quite easily and the Unknown would disclose her secret Ariadne's thread out of the Labyrinth.

A message from us, Womb Home www.wombhome.wordpress.com and www.gofundme.com/wombhome about the loving and eternal Root of Old being dismissed as "old crap", the Elder stones, the Elder bones...the Elder songs to navigate the Elder pathways of honey to remember the immutable ways of Grandma Nature necessary to remember who we are beyond the story, and the essence of the Heart Shamans in their cyclic and uttermost sacred un-balance when the Moon needs to die to be reborn again, when the Moon has gone dark and can't contain the Sun, the path of neither yes nor no that is the liminal moment of Catarsis and needs to be respected in its sacred Unbalance, that is the other side of Balance. Can't have one if you demonise and reject the other. As you weave the New make sure to embed the eternal in it, of our bodies of Nature, please make sure you don't continue and reinforce the genocide of those Giants Grandmas turned into the "Little People" and then the myths you have mocked in our podcast, which are our bones and are part of the eternal cycles of the Cosmos for of those cycles the Myths talk about...with much to be learned and be held on in them as we make them again ours. We choose to hold on to the love and let go of everything else that doesn't serve love. Like this podcast until it includes the Unspeakable for real, us for instance. The "Other" the "Untouchable", the "Survivors". Finally, in Embodiment to Heal the Earth through remembering the Myths inscribed in the Land, it is not particularly important to believe you actually are Modred or Morgana or whoever it is that you feel resonance with. You just need to find yourself in the myth, where you resonate most as an archetype, and strip the myth from the distortion. It's deeply misleading to separate the human stories (e.g. Hypathia, Alice Kyteler, Alice Nutter, Sibilla, Pierina, and so many other women murdered for witchcraft and slander.) The myths say the story of the women's lives in relationship to society as well as to the Immutable ways of the Cosmos and the women's lives vice versa say the stories of the archetypes, because we are the archetypes. Come out of binary thinking and fervently dream alive the Land. To fall in love and through that finding yourself in one of those myths you can do with anyone, love fuels the fervently dreaming alive, but it's not done to the purpose of turning the faerie tale into a marriage of happy ever after. This is what the patriarchy did with Myth. In reality love is the shape Source takes to bridge us back to Source through Myth, that is Memory of our 'dna' pathways. We can't actually birth anything without reclaiming who we are, our human-divine archetypes, and through those we set ourselves free from all the untruth of what we aren't back into Dreamtime that is the zero point which Crow has been talking to us since spring 2019.Modred and Morgen of Avalon (Womb Home)This is a post that I am writing primarily for Glastonbury, the territory where I am living and working on decolonising the Power of the Land , as a way to Weave Heart back into our community and Land, freeing our power in the all-loving ways of the Grandmas from the East, who have been outstretching their arms to reach us here, us who can listen, us who are truly making shifts in the Weave of Real, because these ethnic minorities are being swept away and in a few years it could all be gone if we don't make treasure of this in the new ways we are creating here and everywhere. But I guess this post applies to anywhere in the world where there are communities like here in Glastonbury who are trying to birth a new way that is heartfelt, genuine and caring to all forms o life.The Conference yesterday was really rushed. Talking about aboriginal endangered ethnic minorities is nowadays a business of fame and glory and of quenching the sense of guilt/responsibility towards the genocide of the Giants of this Earth, the eternal, immutable ways of the Grandmas, receptacles in human life of the immutable ways and tides and cycles of Grandma Nature, regulated by the Moon in her Full and Void from solar light.I was crumpled to 15 minutes of presentation and interrupted too much, it wasn't possible to share effectively the culture of horizontal power or power from below. So I made a video presentation with the limited technological devices at my disposition. My computer is in overload and I don't have a program to edit the videos. So it's not quite professional I'm afraid but the best I could provide to talk about the Survived Grandmas' Ways at the end of thousands of years of genocide, as the Grandma Survivor I likewise am. Busy now in re-weaving my own inner Moon/ lunar container to bring on this beautiful work to the Isles, for this is the Cosmological extraordinary Untime in which Teacher Life requires for the inner Moon to die entirely, all our old relationships to die, all or most of our families to be dispersed, for us to be in that sacred heart instability that is solar light without lunar container, to be born anew...re-weaving new relationships, and only keeping those relationships that truly are immutable love. Those that aren't, need to be let go now. Only love needs to be held on to, so the New Moon, all clean and receptive of the light can come back to nourish the New Earth where only the eternal and timeless will stay. In this I weave the Old Grandmas' ways because they are not old, they are eternal and they are what from my life is immutable, stable, rooting, all-accepting, all-embracing and all-loving. The deepest identity of who we are , that we reclaim through the Memory of love rather than of trauma. Such beautiful memories each moment spent next to the Grandmas, to bring forever in the Heart of life, which some of us are called to embody, and some of us to protect and give a safe container to. And some both I suppose, more or less.It's in three parts and the second video is upside down...But other than that the presentation is now clear and it lasts about 1 hour and a half. Take your time to listen in to it please as this way of life of the Na (Mo-so) is very much applicable to our time of Transition, particularly in the Transition towns or towns of Transition like Glastonbury here, nearby Totnes in Devon or Todmorden and Hebden Bridge up north on the West Yorkshire/Lancashire border, where my sister used to live and where the rain falls most abundantly. I hope you find something eternal and eternally loving to keep in the weave of the New life that we are to birth as we let everything that isn't love die, within, and in our relationships, with the openness that after rebirth everything may be One again. A note about Surivor Societies and Survivor Women. Recently I have chosen to share I am a Grandma survivor too, when proposing my work to "shamanic "teaching" centres and to lunar women who have the capacity to gather people around them (as all Moons do), who could have been a wonderful opportunity to help me and the Grandmas, land this sacred work in the Isles. It is a spiritual and political responsibility to share that we are survivors when we are survivors and we are bringing on our sacred work because as we weave the New we need to change the judgement that surrounds survivors, and the sacred unbalance that survivors experience as part of the profound adjustments our inner Earth has to make when it gets treated or manipulated and used in ways that go against her loveliness. Look at the process of healing of a Earth that is victim of tree cutting and intensive agriculture to understand what the Grandmas human survivors go through in their bodies too. Then the judgement will vanish and you will let the Earth take her way to heal, as that's truly the only way to re-wild and de-colonise the Earth /Woman. To let her take her ways, to let her rivers of honey flow, to let the poison that isn't hers come out and be expelled...etc. We are all survivors and the Grandmas are passing on here the way we can decolonise power so we can be holding each other by the hand as we re-wild female and male alike, humans and wildlife, together, as part of one, as sisters and brothers.The reaction of all modern England inhabitants who had a chance to let this work enter in the Spirit of this Land, whom I have contacted, at hearing that I am a Grandma Survivor like the cultures I carry, has been to not give a chance for this authentic work to to enter. I hope you think twice about that, and make treasure of the fact that some of us are now taking responsibility to stop hiding something like being a survivor in order to get the chance to be allowed to work normally. We need to be allowed anyway, while sharing who we are and where we are at like anyone else. You might be at buying presents at Xmas, while a a survivor might be at getting a place to stay and finding seeds from the wild to put in the new garden of the new life. Overal, considered how we live, we are all survivors to some extent, but what is not ok is the fact that when we are going through situations of risk that deviate from the norm this cannot be expressed in daily interaction that are "professional". It doesn't have to be that way. To be able to speak about taboo topics needs to be like talking about anything daily and normal. After all we live in a society where violence is quite normal and certainly daily too. We are all survivors, so let us embrace each other in that and we all find our healing in this acceptance and letting each other be who we are and do what we do best. It doesn't have to be perfect just real. It doesn't have to be something to sell well, it needs to be true, that's all. What I do best is being a voice for the Missing Voices, and not by chance do the surviving societies choose women survivors as channels of them, so that it will not be done for the fame and glory but only for the love of seeing a loving way of Peace survive and be rewoven in the newly born grass. https://youtu.be/mtv2GAi1uHQ power of the GrandMother amongst the Na of Lugu Lake part 1https://youtu.be/U50SOdWNKMU power of the GrandMother amongst the Na of Lugu Lake part 2https://youtu.be/KjduGJpRRho power of the GrandMother amongst the Na of Lugu Lake part 3With love,Grandma Heart

We come out of conflict with only love in the circle of heart stone. Can we have a podcast on the Circle of Heart Stone practice please? If you willn't like what I say when I do say it in the dialogue in presence still, you can always archive it without publishing it. Circle of heart stone invites each other to come out of Pantomime (like me knocking on the closed doors of my Britain beloved) and enter the space of only Love. Women who embody this radical way of FeMale (that is male inclusive as the word suggests) are experiencing they can’t survive PHYSICALLY if we dont learn to bless our love for ourselves but ALSO for each other because the Great Mother is all of us together and we are mirrors of one another, in love or conflict, or worse, indifference, the most profound way of Unlove that Capitalism has created. If we don’t lower the flag of indifference this Land nothing will heal and the Life Giver will continue to mirror back at us the alienation of the “ virus of distancing that Kills”. It’s a Joke and a metaphor to learn to make love universal and open the borders instead of insisting with these Brexit boundaries that are around the country because they are around its people and the Old Law of only love of our Morrigan beloved cannot come back in this nasty indifference of the chiefly coloniser country who now shuts the borders in every sense and doesn’t let the colonised cultures send their Elders and ways back to heal the Land. People are honestly so blind that they cannot recognise us! Our Elders are dying unnoticed in Britain and elsewhere as the native British talk about birthing the new world without the Elders that are not to be confused with “the old crap” of patriarchal power from above. The law of boundary is never a law of Love that is a Law of sacred space made be felt through Love. We are ancient souls we are still governed by the Old Law of the Queens as indigenous which most of us are even if we have forgotten it. We are our own Ancestors! We are our own Elders returned life after life to remember the Law of only Love of the Seabornes, that are the Morigens, the Morgens, the Vestals who kept the Land and Sky together through this love of Matrix first of all for ourselves that is ALSO each other! Men are part of us and they will not be loved if they don’t let us first love ourselves inside out. Sexual orientations are complete bullshit and patriarchal invention. Love between women is love of the Matrix for Self in the radical inclusivity that includes all parts of her. We can’t love men if we don’t first love ourselves because men are a byproduct of Womb Being. He chose to split from us and now he needs to come back in us by becoming one again first in spirit then in body. It doesn’t mean sex it means becoming one being reborn as we used to be. FeMale means hermes aphrodite together means Hermaphrodite. Skyearth Sunmoon undivided. We are all interconnected. Our Animal Familiars and Medicine Plants are here to root us back into Dreamtime to weave the Bridge of rainbow to the descending returning Gold Age. Gold Age is returning and this world is missing it because nobody believes in being the Heart that makes a difference. A lot of blah blah blah I see around on violence against women and respect for woman but I have witnessed endless times from inside and outside women being abused and nobody intervening, nobody Being the Heart that makes the difference. In Tibet they say you save a life you save the whole world. It’s this leap of trust. We need trust and respect to come out of this worldly conflicts. If we don’t Trust and Respect our and each other love and life and our Indigenous Traditions of love and life how can we learn to FEEL and Respect our and each loving boundaries? Our Sacred Space and divine Life Giver AND Death Givers authority? We are just annhilated without perceiving the Law of Only love and can’t function properly in the world. Love is closed to friends and family and needs to open to strangers to refugees to those you would normally count as nothing. We need to come out of the no or yes mentality of Capitalism and reinstaure the Middle way, where we make a bridge of Communion to meet half way. It’s the act of communion Communication, what community is made of. The westerns have forgotten how to live in community because they have been brutalised by thousands of years of witch hunt and abramitic capitalism but when the Natives of other lands who still know how to love freely and be safe community send you people trained to be bridges across eastern and western identities they get abused and locked under the tower of power, physically and metaphorically and their life made impossible for survival. This is not love for the feminine all this abuse I have experienced on my skin in italy and England since i came back, this is capitalism. And my view and experience will NOT be bipassed while everyone talks about birthing the new world but is just doing the old shit. Because I am a life Giver and all I see with my eyes open is that until all these women get abused there is no respect for the feminine as a whole! what I see everyone talking about isnt love because it’s closed to friends and family and love is boundless love knows no limits and is blindfold. Love first blesses the women refugee from the outside because foreign women in the Land of patriarchy aee the most fragile that is why they are so sacred in Mother Law of only Love. Our immune system cannot keep up with this alienation the pantomime of the distancing virus is telling us this. I have been going through hell this winter and the past 9 ones to be able to convey this to myself. We are in dreamtime and we actually have the magic power to change Others’ lives and every life because all the love of the Universe is within. This is the Native Law of Embodiment. This is DreamtimeP. S. I am sending this because I am exhausted at my very life being at this level of physical challenge when I am so very old and have so much work of service to do. MY BODY CAN'T CONTINUE like this. It is happening because when my People suggested that the Cat Familiar of only love was adopted by an islander of these islands, so that the shamanic tradition could travel back from Papua to here, this was not welcome. When love asked to be blessed in eyes this was not welcome. When I tried to bridge the work I was trying to bring to you, and asked to talk to someone about it first to feel into it, I was made wait from March to June and then asked for a pdf presentation instead. There is no openness in your ways to the Other Cultures. You only imagine there is maybe? When you travel everyone speaks English it doesn't count because wherever you go you can buy with money, it doesn t count. When Natives come here and ask to speak, or talk the language of love they get answered with the language of fear and blame and projection. HOW CAN YOU HEAL WITHOUT LETTING THE “ALIEN" REFLECT LOVE BACK AT YOUR BEAUTY. I got blamed a lot but all I did was being a woman bridge with that thing that here in psychiatric mentality you call PTSD and subsequent unfilterness and what my people call Sacred Illness or Sacred Gateway. You cannot apply your labels on us but if you want to apply psychiatric mentality then be coherent and label your doctors give to the foreign shamans before you even begin using our terms, calling yourselves women in shamanism. I have not listened to this. My daughter told me about it and it was a massive trigger to my unfiltered and damaged shell. I did not listen to it nor to any podcast except the hope one, curse one and will love save the world in full because those are the only ones that I felt love into. Now it is too painful toxic and disrespectful that since April last year you do podcasts that respond to me quite directly at least until the synchronicities one (which I did not have heart to hear) but then this most profound dialogue we have in spirit is absent in body. It is disrespectful to Woman Stranger that is the first Law of Mother Law and to the Divine Untold existing between all women. So the body is not honoured as part of our undeniable spiritual connection and this is offensive to any Matriarch deign of this name. I also add that the podcast on the Inner King which I did not hear happened at the same very time I found my inner King through what a former friend perceived “channeling " her dead lover. I found him in the depths of despair and he showed me love and took me home to Tintagel, where I found the Castle of my Beloved Queen just behind the bay where my chamber. I have seen her tower so many times since the first Pythia Oracle which if you didn't notice I anticipated of a day.

How can you say this and then refuse my entry to Women Fest based on your perception of me and making that perception the reality for me and everyone else. Your choice last year meant my mother was treated with prejudice and domestically abused in the HMO where she was living and that she was illegally evicted as soon as the first differences about as women we live our integrity and body-beingness, or our spiritual identity. The exclusion from Woman Fest was used in Court to prove she was a bad person, who brings a Mary Raising her Skirt paintings into churches and offends dead husbands by suggesting she shares soul with him rather than being a Medium...(Subject rather than Object). She got pneumonia for the third time and she died because of that. Still I sent you her last will saying it's blocked for me if you don't either accept it or refuse it through a solicitor and you have ignored. You have compassion for the Stone of the House and I believe you because I heard the Stones of the Tor crying for being put in that shape and oiled with Christianity and made to stand against their People, like you are made to stand, as long as you don't want to remember. How can you say these lovely things and then not accept me in Women Fest to bring a rite where everyone can sing her voice and be safe to express her naked voice without fear of being blocked or shunned like it happens to a lot of us out here still. And it's not all a choice, or not a personal one, because we share Will with all, and if my Choice is that I want to be in the Women Community and I want to be able to express when I am really hurt even if you shut me up, but still I want to be in the community, it's not my choice anymore because you can police me and say that I am an harasser, when you know very well my mother was victim of real harassment, not comments heartfelt of us in the Sisterhood however denied, but harassment with treats, with burning, with hitting. And of course when a woman says she is being threatened, you know what my mother got told? That she couldn't possibly be because she hadn't done anything so important. Or she got told that she had "attracted", and this and that, but who is just a sister and mother of all forms of life like we are made as womb people and just holds sentient beings that are knocking and asking to be let in the community if can't be in the personal lives, because every life is a Divine form and purpose. Every every life, the life that kills life too, the mother that kills her children too, like the cat that doesn't feed her babies. There is that too in Nature, there is the Mother that kills her children, there is the lover that lost you before and can't stop loving in spite of time passing by and bodies changing shape or conformation, so old and so new, what else matters if not love? So always ask yourself: IS IT KIND? AM I DOING THIS TO THE SERVICE OF THE WHOLE? TO THE BEST OF THE WHOLE. As a Sun Heart Sacred Idiot of the Unfiltered I fell that there is both the uninterrupted flow of the crazy heart, that sometimes says very embarrassing things, like when I commented under a post of white western net-shamans conference saying there was no real indigenous shaman there and that Womb Home wasn't invited to ask us to see if some real indigenous shaman sent us some emissaries to say something for them. I was so insulted for saying that, and everybody can see how self-centred is the heart, but in matriarchal indigenous shamanism being in the Body means being your organ, if you are a Woman you are going to be steady and balanced if your are healthy , if you are a heart or lungs, you are not going to be steady if you healthy, you are going sometimes to skip, to plunge the heights or dive the depths. Or to jump all over and make you stutter and be self-centred like a Greek woman some times. But I am being my body and my culture and I just lost my Mum after she went through a disgusting witch hunt, where people who claim the same things as you were afraid her mention of curses would mean that shit of the evil witch story who kills people through magic. Mais non! Curses means anger! Curses are the anger of the Woman when she Becomes the Thunder, the Tsunami, the Storm, and She is going to shout and make the Earth tremble, and open up, everything is going to fall in that abyss and be an explosion of atoms where everything gets discomposed to be reformed in new magmas of fire and water streams. Are you going to be able to erase me from the community then like you did with my Mum? Do you think in your still present little words that you can erase another Creatrix and remove her from the presence of the Whole? It's even illegal in patriarchal law and I will ask for help to that patriarchal law to make you see reason if you can't feel any heart or sisterhood for me losing my mother this awful way because of your choice. This is not to say that there weren't other factors. It's to say that if you hadn't cut her from the community when she put the painting of the Ioni in the Church of the women, she would have been talked to with respect and kindness, rather than been told "you have been excluded even from women fest, why did you involve the council, they are going to look at you, you need to leave", or even be accused of being a squatter and a trespasser when she was a just a tennant and had human rights like anyone during lock down. How can you express all this heart for this stone that it took you to open to hear but you exclude me from the wider international community when I am here in the UK and I just lost my mother in this horrible way? You are going to take the choice from me to not be in the international community? I am not going to let you, I am a sentient being. I will protest and reclaim my exclusion. I reclaim NO MORE PARIA NO MORE PARIAS! At least amongst us because it's the time our wombs need to stand in presence and synchronicity and become one. You don't feel safe about me? I don't feel safe about the women who abused and slandered my mother stopping her from cooking and using the kitchen and bath tub for a month when she was in too much trauma to drive to the shop and she had her back pains for being hit repeatedly and needed the hot water. She was left in a windowless room, with her research to finish, she was threatened in words and written to be evicted when absent through lock change and she was repeated over and over again even in court hearing that she had been even excluded from Women Fest "a spiritual group". You don't realise how unequal we are, not just men that get paid more or humans that put animals in intensive farming or make veggies grow all in rows. But also between sisters, because you call Women Fest radical participation and co creation but didn't accept co creation with my mother when she tried to bring you something that wasn't just a workshop and need co creation. And you don't accept it from me. And you decide for everyone that my reliability about not being "unsafe" is not good enough for the collective, but you didn't discuss with every woman about how unsafe some may feel about having self identified women who didn't go through the transition. There is a lot of men out there that will say they are self identified women but they are just straight men having a laugh and disrupting a woman space. You decided they are ok and can enter but I can't I, I a sister who teaches permaculture and does embodiment of ancient legends to strip them from the layers of patriarchy and find the archetypal Elements, I can't? They are safe for you all but I am unsafe all? It's your choice to cut us out of your personal life and it was our choice to challenge it even if you wanted us to stop, because we didn't come in consensual practice to meet and feel our sacred space and sovereignty that is IN PHYSICAL PRESENCE so we can learn to respect them however in opposing directions. However it CANNOT BE YOUR PERSONAL CHOICE TO CUT US OUT FROM THE INTERNATIONAL COMMUNITY! This is why there are laws like the equality act even in the patriarchy. Some Mothers must have thought about it that is what mothers do. Let's make sure that everyone is safe, that everyone has a roof on their head and place warm and safe where to thrive. In China the government tried to make the Na give up their tribal spirit by giving more to some but they would share it with who have less. The matriarchies don't cut anyone, and everyone happiness is worshiped, and treat the she stranger from oversea as the most sacred of guest because she is the most vulnerable whenever the patriarchy reigns. She is the one who needs to fly low and cannot put a painting near her room in the church that makes her feel safe knowing that churches have always been places that energetically raped the divine Ioni and then demonised for the power of attraction it exercises, because the Ioni is the deepest essence of the Heart, it's what in this parts was Fae. In french is Fée Mum would have said and Latin and Italian I think Fata, that means Feiry and Fate.I don't understand what is going on with you how can you say things like that and then exclude me from the international community for being the Heart. I am the Heart for all of you, like you are the Womb and everyone is an organ. We all need to come together. If you put the Mother Murderer, then the Sister Harrasser, then the Sister Betrayer, in the centre of the Circle of Love, and each one by one at Woman Fest, included me who am being criminalised here for being the Heart, and being a Sacred Fool doing my job as such, then this is how we end not just patriarchy but the Age of Pain. Then we come together and we are whole. Then when we are whole nothing is broken anymore, then nothing bleeds, then nothing hurts. Who didn't fit in the personal life for many reasons that you know best and that we all trust because you are our sister, who didn't fit in the personal lives, will fit in the One of us together. How can you say this and exclude me from the international community? I will not make polemics with you if you let me in the community, I will be allowed to be a body again and to just be close to the presence of my sisters, all the women of the world. For me it's not enough to have a female partner to feel completely fused with the Great Mystery. I need my sisters. It is vital to my survival like that of any woman, because we are bees, we have the memory of the Beehive. You must not fear that we will not be in our lightest light and sovereignty when allowed to be again in collective presence. I don't want to lose this and I am not able to create it right now. I am working hard on making a video to do the Witches of the Land Equinox but It might become Spring Equinox because it's hard to do and I am not from here, I am not in the place of abundance you are in to be able to call an international women festival and I don't want to be deprived of the choice to be in the community. So I am going to reclaim it in every way I can, even the patriarchal law. I tried to communicate but my sacred buzzing, my inhabiting my body the way I can, and being the Heart Unfiltered and untamed was called harassment, and it was judged as unhealthy, and it was discussed upon in our absence and it was denied just because Heart Fools are transparent mirrors and everyone projects on us their deeper fears. We get hated because we touch bits of love that shake the structures and security of the patriarchal world and it's not convenient. Then we need to be blamed to be excluded like the witches were blamed for being burned, for not being quiet enough, you know what? It's physically impossible for me to be quiet. I need to land in presence in a Circle in every country where I am I want to go to women circles but often since I surrendered to my Path to authenticity by following my heart raw whatever She does and whatever the other organs will have to say about the Heart being so crazy and jumpy sometimes, I will continue to love and be the hear the way I can. You can't teach me how to be me. You can't teach it at school. You just have to allow children to be them. Those children that exist in us forever. We are the Ancestors returned. It's affecting my health very badly what has been done to my Mum and how now I have to undergo the same fate it almost seems, because I tried to protect her by allowing myself to be me, just a Nutter. My name in Pendle was Potty Nutter more often that Elizabeth Nutter. But why when you are in your body and therefore in your heart that is the memory of so many lives as one and so many names as dresses, why is it criticised by other women? Aren't we here to support each other? But we mirror each other. Teal Swan says whenever someone triggers us so much that we absolutely adore them or absolutely reject them to the extent of blocking them without having met them in their full physical Sovereignty, it's something inside that was rejected. We are attracted by others for things they have we have rejected. We are are repulsed the same way for things that we have rejected in ourselves. The heart brings up a lot of shame in everywhere. So in the recordings my mother sent to the judge and police this winter there was a woman saying that she is bad and she needs to stay in her room ("the boundary is your room and the toilette" were her incredible words) and a man was asking to my mother why this woman was behaving so crazy. And my Mum says quietly "because I said I love her and she misunderstood how so now she feels threatened". And this woman screamed "She is crazy". We misunderstand how because there is ways to "love" that are predatory and suffocate. Or because there are ways to love that in patriarchy mean having to choose between one lover and the other, so loving becomes a theft. So we lost the innocence to hear the cry of Love of Matrix that is just healing herself with loving other women, mirrors of herself. We offer the Mirror and the Mirror shines back Heavens sometimes, when that happens it is sacred and the most sacred quintessence of love is not a love that comes to make a patriarchal family with 3 or 4 people. it's the love that comes to make Tribes between incompatible cultures like yours and ours, that comes to make bridges with the Brides of the Heavens. Usually this windows gap of bridging are short term for loves that aren't lived and most powerful within a few months of life span. It's rare that they last and don't stop. But here when they don't stop we start saying it's sick, it's unhealthy, it's a projection, it's an obsession, it's a disorder, we never think it's just a love that has been there for the thousands of years and is not going to stop because now you are that modern woman who is making a podcast and has a family of a few people at home rather than a family of many priestesses at the Temple. How can you say about Heart and oneness and not have compassion for me who can't be the heart if I can't be trusted to be in the community, so I can't be trusted to be in your body because even if you are another organ you know that only the Heart knows for herself how much she is thinking. In India they say that thoughts are produced in the Heart Cave, because the Heart is also the Monkey that jumps from tree to tree in Chinese zodiac. It's not only the Divine Heart that makes the Sisters one with Matrix through the womb equivalence and the 8 with heart. The Heart is also fallible and human like the Goddess is also a woman who goes through all the controversies and the conflicts with the other parts of herself, with the other women. You can't just play at tribe like at neo shamanism. You need to make tribe. Tribe here and now is everyone that is here and now and wants to be there. The moment my heart aches to be reunited to all my sisters in the way I can't sleep at night, it's the moment I am already present. If you put your wall up and you don't want to just look at me and teach me your boundary in a way that I can also feel it not just you, otherwise how I can respect it? Now I know with my head you want me out of the Community but I don't understand it in any way so I keep crushing at the wall, you are not teaching me anything because I am not learning your boundaries and you are not learning my love either you chose to take the hard part of the heart because you didn't want the softest.Some women maybe are a bit disturbed by the clash of patriarchy coming apart with Wild Force these days and they demonize women who are the Heart, or women who are the storm, the tsunami, the vulcano and the Earthquake because they are afraid that costumers at Women Fest might feel unsafe and disappointed. Everyone is unsafe if anyone can be excluded upon expressing herself. Point 1. Plus lots of us feel unsafe about possible exes being there, men who are not genuinely transexual but are there to spy and rape energetically the only Womb Space unfiltered. But if you do something the only way safe it's still that it's open and consensual with as little policing as possible because Trans women going through transition too will want to be held and loved, and so does it mean they can't because some men want to come in? No. It means we need to talk to the ones that are going through transition and that we need to make sure it's genuine. It means that if I have a behaviour that doesn't respect your sacred space and you as well mine, we need to be truthful to our claim and trust that the natural tendency of Womb is to be healthy even when our bodies produce illness, it's to create BALANCE. Every illness is a sacred messanger and a shamanic portal, an access to the liminal where all is ever shifting and yet ever lasting and eternal love. Your exclusion of us last year was even more injust, you were judging a woman for shining her divine light and waterfalls because you felt you couldn't be in that flow for whatever personal reason. Then you had to try and stop her from being in her body, that includes the heart, but she couldn't because what happens as women is that we have been abused collectively and individually for thousands of years and at some point when all the skin is breaking for feeling Empathy with that in the whole, it happens that the love cannot be contained anymore, so you can tell the river don't flow on my house you break my door and flood my kitchen, you can tell the flower of the cut cherry tree to stop blossoming from that cut branch, but the tree will continue to produce blossoms because that tree is just a force of Nature, that is just love, just a matter of the Heart, the all Uni Verse. In none of my posts or harassment there was nothing more than a pledge to inclusion in the collective space and incitation to Embodiment. I have been a bit silly because I am but it doesn't mean that I am not very serious about the right and sovereignty to express my culture and my Element, the Sun, and my organ the Heart, and my Culture, The Steppeland Ways Wounded shamanism. To do this that I am doing is not illegal. They might say I am mentally ill and stick a label on me like they did to my Mums. I don't care. That label is a shamanic access.But it's illegal to stop me from the festival, last year I just wrote 3 emails and I was banned so we can already see that it was an imposition of personal power on the collective, not consensual practice and co creation at all. You couldn't even believe my Mum in her sovereignty enough when she was asking to talk to someone to co-create. This is not openness and bodiless, this is a lot of thinking and filtering and making lots of decisions and discussions instead of just opening the door when it is being knocked. I want to be safe to express my joy like my immense loss grief and pain, I wish that less of the very best people died. I want to be not called an harasser just because I embody the Being Emotional. Every way and organ is necessary, the Heart too, trust me, the Heart you can only let her be her own Self however it won't always look pretty and it will lose you the loves of your life who haven't walked far enough to meet a Heart in her bareness wherever she is at. Once you meet the Heart untamed in any woman who is that organ, and you can witness her and include her without judgement and has a hug, then you can witness with respect and compassion even the heart of the serial killer. Every life is sentient . I want to be free and safe to Expressing the grief and pain to be cut down from the sisters of the world when we are in our bodies, abused bodies because we share the matter of the Whole and the Whole has been abused for thousands of years. Raped for thousands of years. We have forgotten how our choices affect everyone and I am here to remind you that your choice, although you didn't mean it that way, and you were just trying to be the Moon with her solid boundaries in her sovereignty, killed my mother and it's kiilling me because you have the actual power in your personal hands to ban individual from the community. This power you have it because you are in patriarchy. In a matriarchy my opinion would count as much as your. My need as much as your. My emotional safety as much as your emotional safety. I am not here to blame because that wouldn't heal my pain. I want to be able to believe you. I want to believe that we are sisters and that we check on each other. If someone does something that isn't feeling right we need to be able to say it because we belong to an international community, interconnected Web of Dew. Please include me in Women Fest, or better, don't try to take from me the choice to be there. I want to come and bring Tamaheh.