Mother of Nine
Wild Woman Wind
La Reine of Rains
I Bow to You
Late last night I was deeply contemplating the current weather patterns in many places here on Gaia. So much rain, so much storm, so much wind, so much turned upside down. Yansa with Her whip, riding the Sky.
I then went for a walk in the darkness, my womb heavy with blood,
the layers heavy with fog- listening to the Earth around me.
I came back and took every whisper I heard with me as I entered the dream dimensions.
When I awoke, I was flooded, almost incapacitated. It was difficult to rise. This past year my bloods have been very much a mirror. Heavy. Resistant.
Pressure that builds and then bursts, flow so fierce, it forces me to surrender.
and I float in the liminal.
I, who remembers my dreams, can only remember velvet layers,
like floating in warm waves of darkness- deep purple, nyx black.
I had entered the womb. Embryonic.
Womb of Gaia, my own womb, womb of my grandmothers,
of all of the grandmothers.
No conversation, no language from my dream travels.
Only waves of deep sonic sound.
We are deeply in liminal womb space, Beloveds.
There is a force afoot, force of Mother.
Go to Her.
Flow to Her.
Bow to Her.
As today is Wednesday, Day of Oya~Yansa, I feel called to make a blood offering to Her.
I was born on a Wednesday, and both my birth and personal numbers are 9,
and She has been a very prominent force in my life. She has always been beloved to me.
I heard Her, Hekua OYA! And this is what I have been moved to do and to finish tonight. The offering includes her traditional offerings of eggplant, and nine copper pennies, as well as my moonblood held in the shell, as a prayer to the Earth.
I will also free flow in the shadows and the rain, deep in the pines.
My womb to Her womb. Flow-er of Life.
I know my womb has been responding to what I am witnessing- my flow fierce from rage and grief, for the changes afoot due to consequences of this desecration of our Ma-Gaia.
I have been gentle with myself today. Releasing and flowing.
Anyway, I wanted to share this experience with you all.
So I took these shots of the offering altar that is now on my main altar (the Oya spirit doll was made and given to me by my mother- the plant the doll resides with has also been fed),
and this offering will be made to Her out there tonight,
prayers in the velvet layers.
Add your own prayers to the winds, if you are called to do so.
I don't have any more words right now.
Just flowing back into the silence.
All my LOVE.
altar and photos: moi, Nuit Moore, The Scarlet Shakti