Woman Most Wild. Danielle Dulsky

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СКАЧАТЬ deity or the infallibility of a sacred text in order to survive, have had much to gain from the closed-minded discounting of the subtle ethereal. You see what you believe in, my love. By extension, you see far more when you claim little certainty.

       For Your Consideration: As the Cauldron Bubbles

      The wild woman in summer cuts through futility like a hot knife through butter. You are beginning to know yourself now as my wild Sister and, as the heat of our great sun shines His fierce light on all aspects of your life, you are discovering parts of that life that no longer fit. Look to your life now and compare the things you invest your energy in with the things you truly love and desire. My barefoot Priestess, there should be no comparison, for they should be one and the same! Command your throne now at the campfire’s edge, and consider these questions as your cauldron bubbles. Let the sweat form rivulets of change on your forehead, pulling out of your psychic shadows the hidden obstacles to your freedom. The sun sees all, my love, and now you do, too.

       1. If your life were an epic myth titled The Woman Most Wild, what would the chapter titles be? Include chapters from your birth all the way up until your death ritual.

       2. Within each of those lived chapters, list moments of bhava, moments when you were engaged in the feeling mind, when your body, mind, and spirit were fully present, fully connected, and fully engaged. These are the moments when you were most you. How many of these moments occurred in the natural world? How many occurred while you were in the midst of creating something? Are any natural elements (earth, water, fire, air, or ether) prominent?

       3. What chapters in your life, if any, contain few or none of these moments? How many of these moments are in the current chapter of your life?

       4. Now, my love, write the next chapter of your life in full. Forget grammar and spelling, and just freewrite this next phase of your life the way you want it to be. Your soul already holds a purpose, but you, Creatrix-Witch, are in charge of how that purpose will be delivered. Begin this next chapter with these words: She was a Woman Most Wild and, as summer came to an end, she knew in her bones that autumn promised change. Write with all the fury of a spell well conjured, for the healing of the global community depends on you.

      We women must shape our her-stories. Personal mythwork is an invaluable tool not only for uncovering your purpose but also for tracking cycles and providing contexts for moments of immense bliss and deep woundings. Writing your own story is immensely healing and the stuff of true soul work, for you begin to frame yourself as the heroine in the greatest love story ever told. Your story is my story, and it is a story of a woman coming home to herself again and again, weathering countless storms, having her ego softened by intense blows, and then healing from them in order to be reborn a more authentic version of herself.

       The Woman in Late Summer

      The last weeks of summer embody a perplexing quality, and there is a reason for this; as the wheel begins to turn toward autumn, the curtain between the heavy world of humans and the subtler, higher frequency world of spirits begins to lift. Women are particularly attuned to this veil-thinning, and there is a mournful essence to it. The intensity of summer begins to give way now to an immense psychic space, as if a lightning-born wildfire has come through and cleared a forest for new growth. The grief of late summer stems from a desire to fill any open space coupled with the current inability to do so. There is nothing to fill this void with right now. You must be truly and authentically in it with your whole soul.

THE AUTUMN WITCHDigging through Ashes

      A sexy sort of sadness comes with the falling leaves, autumn Witch. Not everyone can openly feel the relentlessness of the changing wind, but you can. Lift your hood but do not turn your back to the first fall chill, for this season of nature’s sleep holds it all for you. As the great veil thins and the days grow shorter and shorter, your spirit guides will sing in unison with your long-gone ancestors, hoping you will hear them. You, Witch of the harvest moon, must now dig through the ashes of summer’s fire. Give yourself over to this season, and let the autumn winds do with you as they will. The high-fire energy potent with the fertility of spring and summer is now waning, leaving much space for soul listening. You will feel bursts of intuition in these months; do not dismiss them, for your Witch consciousness is guiding you toward the next step in your soulful evolution.

       Meeting the Soul-Mother: Pathworking as the Veil Thins

      There is magick in your matrilineal bloodline. Breathe now as if the spaces between the inhales and exhales lasted an eternity, as if you could live an entire life in that time at the top of the in-breath and at the bottom of the out-breath. It is within those between spaces of breathfulness and breathlessness where you will find Her. As you sink into your breath’s ancient rhythm, let the beat of your heart-drum herald Her coming.

      Imagine yourself standing now within a stone circle, each megalith carved with the language of your ancestors. You can almost read it, for your blood remembers. Here, as the gray autumn sky swirls in soft spirals, the hairs on your arms stand upright. Your Witch’s body is electrified by the energy of the divine feminine, and you sense Her presence long before your eyes find Her.

      Who is this Mother of your Soul, autumn Witch? What age does She seem to be? How is She clothed, if at all? Does she appear human or otherworldly? Now, my love, ask Her these questions, knowing She will only offer answers She believes you are ready for: Mother, how long have you been with me? What is your name? What is my soul’s purpose? What is my purpose in this life? What do I need to know most right now? Ask your Soul-Mother anything else you wish to know right now. Perhaps She has a gift for you; perhaps Her gift to you is Her guidance. Finally, ask your Soul-Mother how you will know when She is around you. Is there a sign She can give you when She is near? Perhaps bells will chime from an unknown source, a bird will call to you, or you will see an unexplained pinprick of light.

      Knowing that this Soul-Mother is always with you, bid Her farewell in whatever way seems appropriate. It may be a fierce, maternal embrace or a mere nod. Remember, not all Mother-Daughter relationships are marked by warmth. She leaves you now with greater knowledge of your soul’s purpose in this world. She leaves you in sacred space, and you return your attention to your heartbeat and the breath spaces. Having met your Soul-Mother, return to your life more whole and well-nourished, affirming this point in the cycle of transformation as soul designed and predestined.

      Learn to trust your collective of spirit guides, even if you find it difficult to communicate with them initially. Know that they are here for you, and that wild woman spirituality is undergirded by a fierce trust in the Mystery. You may not see your team of angels, but know that they are there.

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