Yemeya

“A religion without a goddess is halfway to atheism.”
― Dion Fortune

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Yemeya

Goddess of the Sea. Mother of the Sea. Mother of Pearl. Mother of Dreams & Secrets. Empress of the Seven Oceans. Orisha of the Oceans. Womb of Creation. Constantly Coming Woman. Stella Maris (Star of the Sea). Mama Watta (Mother Water). Truly, THE Mother of All. Her name is spelled in many different ways depending on where one resides: Yemeya, Yemaya, Ymoja, Yemaja, Iemanja, Yemalla, Yemalia, Yemonja, Yemana, Balianna.

In Yoroba land, from where this Goddess originates, Yeye Omo Eja means The Mother Whose Children Are Fish. We begin as fish-like fetuses in the waters of our mothers’ wombs, we must traverse those early embryonic fluids and evolve to our human baby form. Both modern-day science and ancient cultures have an understanding that all life originated from the sea. And, one day, it is to these waters and the earth itself that we shall again return.

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In the oral tradition of the Yoruba tribe of West Africa, originally Yemeya was the river goddess of their largest tributary, Ogun River, which was well-known to bring fertility. She resided far away from any ocean. She was an Orisha, a powerful force of nature. Yemeya was married to Aganyu, both were mortal god-humans, children of other mortal god-humans, created by Olodumare, the God Almighty.

Together, Yemeya and Aganyu had a son named Orungun. When Orungun became a teenager, he rebelled against his Father by raping his Mother. When Orungun attempted to rape his Mother a second time, she escaped to the highest mountaintop, the Chappal Waddi also known as the Mountain of Death, where she evoked all manner of retribution and justice by cursing her son until he died. Soon after, Yemeya found herself pregnant for her son, thus it came to pass, on that majestic mountaintop, 7900 feet above sea level, that she gave birth to 14 powerful nature spirits called Orishas. As her uterine waters spilled forth, a Great Flood ensued, which in turn created our world’s seven oceans. In her deep and regretful sorrow, Yemeya decided to take her life. Much later her bones birthed the first mortal man and woman, hence, Yemoja is called the Mother of All.

When her people were brutally captured and hoarded onto the slave ships, Yemaya had no choice but to gather her Spirit and go on this frightful journey, to protect and to guide the lives of her tribe, granting as many as possible safe passage to the New World. Africans, from this area, having never experience the expansive salty waterways, and under severe distress, naturally elevated Yemeya to the Goddess of the Ocean. The African diaspora brought Yemeya to a new land where she was to be worshiped by West Africans, Afro-Caribbeans and Brazilians alike for many purposes… fisherman pray to her for fish and prosperity, travelers and sailors pray to her for safe passage and calm seas, mothers pray to her for protection and guidance, maidens & women with empty wombs pray to her for fertility, all manners of people pray to her for seductive prowess and wealth, inhabitants of the coastal terrains pray to her for benevolent waves and gentle storms, and, of course, in those early slave days, Africans and their offspring simply prayed to survive.

Dedicated to slaves thrown over during Middle Passage!

Dedicated to slaves thrown over during Middle Passage!

According to legend, Yemaya’s first gift to the Africans of the New World was a sea shell in which her voice could always be heard. To this day we honor Yemaya when we hold a shell to our ear in order to hear her voice, the ocean. Listen!

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I met Yemeya while living on the islands of Belize. She taught me how to float, how to surrender and definitely how to play in her waters. She reminded me to take time to replenish, to nurture and to nourish myself. She brought me coral, conch pearls and all manner of conch jewelry in which to beautify my body. She bewitched the fisherman on my behalf ensuring a constant supply of good seafood to my home and restaurant. She protected my young boys as they traversed the Caribbean Sea, learning to swim, to snorkel, to dive, to haul lobster, to spearfish and to play. She saved my life one stormy day on the sea while I was drowning by sending me her most treasured consort, Old Man of the Sea, Juni Zladivar. She entertained me with dolphins, turtles, manatees and many more sea creatures. She magically enlivened my life with her incandescent colors on the early morning seascapes. She healed my aches and pains with her salty waters. She comforted me when life seemed like it offered more than I could bear. She is my unwavering, most trustworthy friend. She continues to be my benefactor!

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Yemeya embodies all aspects of a balanced, healthy Mother archetype… Deeply caring, kind, compassionate, understanding, forgiving, protective, comforting, empowered, abundant, providing, resplendent, nurturing, creative, merciful, generous, forbidding, powerful and stern.

“Invoke Yemeya for blessings, compassion, wisdom, fertility, creation, riches, inspiration, mother hood, female power, natural wealth, love spells, white magic, sea spells, fertility rituals, water magic, women’s issues, childbirth, sustaining life, washing away sorrows, revealing mysteries, acquiring ancient wisdom, protecting the home, learning not to give your power away, and comforting children in crisis. Invoke her as Erzukie for beauty, good fortune, and good health. Invoke her as Yemoja to cure infertility, as Yemana for rain, as Emanjah for teaching children, as Yemaya Olokun for dream magic and protecting babies in the womb; and as Yemaya Atarmagwa for money spells. Invoke Yemaya as Agwe for affection and blessings.” (https://broomcloset.wordpress.com/2013/02/07/yemaya-african-ocean-goddess/)

Consider this when building an altar to her…

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Yemeya is worshiped by crescent or full moons and on February 2nd as well as the Eve of Summer Solstice. Her lucky number is seven, like the seven seas. Her favorite day of the week is Saturday. Don the colors of blue, white or silver. She loves the smell of raspberry and cinnamon. Her coveted Gems are lapis lazuli, quartz crystals, pearls, mother of pearl, coral, moonstone, aquamarine, and turquoise. Naturally, she loves fish and all the creatures of the sea including ducks, as well as doves, but especially peacocks as they have her favorite colors. Her most coveted food and flower objects are oranges, tropical flowers, watermelons, yams, grains, seaweeds and other plants growing in the sea. Bring additional offerings of melons, molasses, whole fried fish and/or pork rinds to gain her favor.

Yemaya has graced my presence to grant me her energies: a woman who has been uprooted, relocated and challenged to unbearable extremes. A mother who has created, birthed, loved, cared, and tended her child only to lose that cherished baby. An empress who has been adored, worshiped and exalted and then quite suddenly, deviled, denied and enslaved only then to rise again to her rightful and truthful position and station in life.

As I call upon the sacred energies of the Mt. Shasta glaciers, high up in the Northern California Cascade ranges, galaxies away from West Africa, I hear Yemaya… she shows me the drought conditions of the once abundant Sacramento headwaters, she turns my attention to the polluted, rapidly declining state of our Seven Seas, she holds me (and all of us Wo/Men) accountable for this imbalance.

The Goddess speaks…”Until the Mother is worshiped and returned to her rightful place as the eternal creative force of this Earth, your world will remain in turmoil and the balance of your eco-systems will continue to deteriorate. Until the Goddess is exalted and revered for the never-ending source of everything she provides, human existence itself stands threatened. It is time now to carefully listen as the Mother is calling!”

“Only women who are enabled to sense a female divinity within their own spirit can bring about the profound changes that need to be made if humanity is to last much longer as one of earth’s life forms. The survival of any species depends on the nurturing behavior of its females, not the aggressive behavior of its males. It seems clear that the best hope for humanity is to return to its pre-patriarchal ethic of male submission to the Goddess spirit, not in the hierarchical sense that men understand as power-over.” Barbara G. Walker from Restoring the Goddess

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An Altar for the Ancestors!

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“Walking. I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.” -Linda Hogan, Native American Writer

My ancestral worship began early this year, at the end of August actually. I was fortunate enough to be invited into a wonderful circle of women for an in-depth story telling ritual. Our commitment was to hear each others life stories, in full, with complete attention & awareness, without judgement or critique, hopefully, with love & compassion. There were six of us and the process took approximately 7 non consecutive weeks of meeting with one another for a three-hour period. I didn’t know these women well, it was definitely a stretch to share brutal truths amongst strangers and yet, from the very beginning, it was clear to me that the ancestors had been summoned and were indeed intrigued and listening…

Maybe it’s because the intention was to tell our stories from the beginning, from our births and ancestry to present day. Imagine! How would you be able to fully tell ones life story without an inadvertent homage to all those who have come before you? Thus, we wove our tales, week after week, outdoors, by a gentle creek, with the sound of bubbling and moving water, with benevolent breezes and more oft than not, the summer’s heat. In witnessing, hearing and holding each other stories, there were tears, there were sighs, there were gasps, there was outrage, there was shock, there was compassion, there was respect and most of all there was acknowledgement for six wild women and their passionate life journey’s.

In completion, we decided to build an ancestral altar thereby introducing our ancestors to each other. Afterall, we had just heard the guts and the glory of all these family lineages. We had opened closets, pulled out skeletons, called on ghosts all while declaring our sovereignty from lineage traumas, challenges, patterns, addictions and other inflicted pains. We had stated our truths to the four corners of the universe and we were ready to release and celebrate all that we had been through, in our time together as a woman’s circle, and in our lifetimes of collected stories.

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We began by laying a red velvet clothe on the ground at the base of a tree, perhaps it was symbolic of a world tree. We topped the red with a sacred & pure white clothe. We began placing our photos & memorabilia, items such as a Jewish star, A Cherokee poem, a Catholic rosary decorated the altar, which also included candles, incense, alcohol, chocolate, fruit, toys, clothes, crystals, bowls, feathers, jewelry, essential oils, flowers. We collectively adorned a space filled with beauty, with heartfelt prayers, in deep reverence, we built our group ancestral altar and we allowed that sacred space to sit under the tree for 9 long days and nights.

I imagine that our ancestors spoke, while they laughed, and drank, possibly they smoked, maybe they even gambled, they definitely danced and celebrated in a joyous manner. They were remembered! When the six of us eventually returned to break down the altar, it was a solemn affair, a drum beat sounded, the wind rustled around our feet, we made our goodbyes, like a quiet dawn of a new morning, we took our ancestral talismans home, and this ritual was declared complete.

“No one can be free who has a thousand ancestors” -LM Montgomery

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It is that time of the year now, Halloween, when the veils are thinning, that I consciously, purposefully and willingly acknowledge my ancestors. From All Hallows Eve through All Saints Day to All Souls Day (October 31- November 2), I celebrate all three days of Day of the Dead. I have written in great length and detail on this topic before, so as not to repeat myself, this Samhein season, I will simply share my process in building an ancestral altar.

Begin by clearing a space in your home or garden to create an altar, quite often a designated table top will do just fine. I like to ritually clean it with white vinegar prior to spreading a beautiful piece of ceremonial clothe atop your chosen altar space (this varies from tradition to tradition, some require white or red clothes, some require clothe with fringe… in all matters of the esoteric world, do what feels correct to you). Next, it is important to maintain a clean & clear space, free of clutter, thus malignant or unwanted spiritual forces will not be attracted to your home. Afterall, we wouldn’t invite Great Gram over to a dirty house. Before I bring anything to the altar, I clear my home with a strong smudging ritual of Belizean copal… I begin with black copal to dispel any darkness, then I end with the white copal, which welcomes the heavenly & angelic presence of my ancestors. (Note: any smudge of your preference will do… sage, sweatgrass, cedar, etc…).

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Now, consecrate your space with a prayer. Because I follow a Native American path blended with some old school pagaen worship… I welcome in the four directions by turning to the east with an offering of AIR (a feather) and say, “I show honor and respect to the ancestors of my mother’s side.” I turn to the west with an offering of water (a glass) and say, “I show honor and respect to the ancestors of my father’s side.” I turn to the north with an offering of earth (a crystal) and say, “I show honor and respect to the spirits that are known to me.” Finally, I turn to the south with an offering of fire (a candle) and say, “I show honor and respect to the spirits that are unknown to me.”

“To my ancestors, all those remembered, I honor you. To my ancestors, all those whose names have been forgotten, I honor you. To my ancestors, those who dust is scattered to the four winds, I honor you. To my ancestors, those whose bones lie within the Earth. I honor you”.. http://www.africaspeaks.com/reasoning/index.php?topic=2775.0;wap2-

It is now time to conjure up your ancestors and decorate the altar. Contemplate who you are inviting to the altar this year. If you are not adept in this sort of ritual, please use extreme caution in inviting any deceased family members who committed suicide or who died a traumatic death, or anyone who was emotionally, physically, or sexually abusive and/or those who had an unresolved substance abuse. These characters tend to bring disruptive energies to your life if they have not been assisted in an elevated crossing. Pets? Yes, you can welcome deceased pets. Living people with who you are disenfranchised? No, do not put a picture of a living person on the altar lest your bring some harm to their lives.

Old photographs, objects of memorabilia, flags, stones from their birth country, dirt from a graveyard, jewelry, names written on paper, official documents, alcohol for the drinkers, tobacco for the smokers, family heirlooms, money, food, fruit, candy and lastly, flowers are a MUST. Some traditions insist on white flowers, white candles and white everything! Being from Caribbean ethnicity, I use lots of color!

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Prostrate yourself in front of this beautiful creation with a commitment to communicate with these wonderful relatives over the next days (or whatever time frame you deccide on, I leave my altar up til after the Winter Solstice holidays). Bring them food, refresh their water, direct prayers at them, share their stories with your living relatives. They are pleased to be called on, they would love to assist you in the current dilemmas of your life. Celebrate them! Remember them! Honor them! They are the road map that has led you to the place you currently find yourself in your own life.

We all will die, maybe we will be remembered, by a future ancestor, possibly our story will be told!

Death

Before us great Death stands
Our fate held close within his quiet hands.
When with proud joy we lift Life’s red wine
To drink deep of the mystic shining cup
And ecstasy through all our being leaps—
Death bows his head and weeps. Continue reading

Be Aware: The Nexus Approaches!

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The human race is headed towards a great change, many spirits will return to the stars and something magnificent is going to happen!” Astral Walker

Can you feel it? The race is on, the diaspora has begun and souls are scrambling to make sense of the intensifying energies on Planet Earth. If only our history books had documented the truth of the astrological cycles as the Maya, and many other indigenous tribes, have long done for their own people, then there would not be so much uncertainty and fear. Unfortunately, that is not how this part of our homo-sapien history is to be played out. At present, the 3D world is going crazy and the only way to manuever these times is to understand the facts. And so, without further ado, here is some of our history…

26,000 years ago, the galactic center of the Milky Way emitted an enormous energetic wave better known as the Nexus. It does this every 26,000 years, as they say, there is nothing new under the sun. This emissions are what have caused the tumultuous transitions from each of our previous world eras. If you are not familiar with these facts, simply research indigenous tribes and their 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and soon to be 5th worlds.

What was released all that time ago will soon reach our earth in full strength. The Nexus has its own personal rhythm and does take some time to cross the galaxies and skies. I believe its arrival correlates to the Mayan Long Count End Date of December 2012. Afterall, the center of the Milky Way is where the Maya believe their Creator Hunab Ku resides. Our Creator has sent out an energy impulse, this Supreme Being is blowing us/creation a kiss. Unfortunately, our consciousness resides too far away from our original empowered selves to simply receive that kiss in bliss.

That incoming energy is meant to completely change our world, in other words, to wake us all up to who we are: infinite Gods and Goddesses with incredible abilities and powers. This incoming beam of bluish-white light will alter and restore our DNA from its current state which only uses 3% of its capacities to a renewed state of 100% remembrance. Translated: 97% of what scientist call junk DNA will be reactivated. WoW…a jolt of electricity that courses through our veins, awakening our souls and minds. No one is going to escape this phenomena. Thank you Hunab Ku!

Our main problem lies then with the Dark Lords who currently control the 3D world. They are also fully aware of the approaching Nexus and have set out a program to depopulate the Earth as much as possible. Why would they do that? Who are these Dark Lords? It’s an old story, again, much of our missing history, but the short and long version of it is there is an inter-galalctic battle on right now, a war that is being waged for souls. If the Dark Lords, negative Et’s, have their way, the coming earth catastrophes will take people into fear and fear is a place where they can trap one’s soul, one’s consciousness, forevermore. On a distant planet, in a distant place, maybe somewhere that looks exactly like our Earth, a new slave race can be created with the trapped souls. The Dark Lords know, full well, that their “time” on Planet Earth is over. A new era has cometh… the age of peace and enlightenment…and they must flee. They intend to flee with as many captives as possible. Sound like a bad sci-fi movie? I wish it were, but these are our current events and the facts are unknown to almost everyone. How frightening! Wake up, please, before you are whisked away to another dimension without personal agreement to do so.

“Right now the realm of darkness is not interested in this (peace). They are organized to block it. They seek to unbalance the Earth and its environment so we will be unready for the alignment in 2012.” Carlos Barrios, Mayan Datekeeper

Take a look around…. ecological disasters leading to worldwide famines and extinction, environmental catastrophes that destroy the lives of millions, economical collapses that create a fearful, dependent race and threats of terrorism and world wars loom over our existence. Is this the four horsemen spoken of in the Book of Revelations? It clearly is the workings of the Dark Lords and its about to get more intense, after all, these are their death throes.

“From that 1987 date until now, Mr. Barrios says, we have been in a time when the right arm of the materialistic world is disappearing, slowly but inexorably. We are at the cusp of the era when peace begins, and people live in harmony with Mother Earth. We are no longer in the World of the Fourth Sun, but we are not yet in the World of the Fifth Sun. This is the time in-between, the time of transition.
As we pass through transition there is a colossal, global convergence of environmental destruction, social chaos, war, and ongoing Earth changes. All this, Mr. Barrios says, was foreseen via the simple, spiral mathematics of the Mayan calendars. It will change, Mr. Barrios observes. Everything will change. He said Mayan Daykeepers view the Dec. 21, 2012 date as a rebirth, the start of the World of the Fifth Sun. It will be the start of a new era resulting from — and signified by — the solar meridian crossing the galactic equator, and the earth aligning itself with the center of the galaxy.” Carlos Barrios, Mayan Datekeeper

Meanwhile, the Family of Light is exerting every effort for a mass awakening, for gathering, for consciously uniting as we know on some level that everything is dependent on us to do so. We are supposed to be creating an astral force field around the planet and ourselves in the shape of the Flower of Life (see Drunvalo Melchizedek’s work on this matter for more information). This symbol can and will prepare us for the enormity of the approaching Nexus. We are supposed to be clearing our fields as much as possible of debris, creating no new karma, so that we are a crystal clear channel for receiving the Nexus energy. We must give praise and thanks as we have received, and will continue to receive, so much help from the inter-galactic hosts of positive Et’s.

I ask myself though, have enough souls awoken to make this transition happen with ease? Can geological earth disasters be diminished? The Dark Lords are earnestly working hard to create as many earth catastrophes as possible in these last days in order to capture their slave race of unaware humans. Many will succumb to this fate due to fear, many will go to the stars as their earth contracts are complete, and a handful of ascended beings will remain on the New Earth.

If you happened to be a person who was to die in shock and fear, your consciousness would be lost and confused on the astral plane for a moment. It is in those crucial moments that the negative Et’s can and will capture your essence in a containment vehicle if you are not aware. As quickly as you come into consciousness, get to the benevolent blue light. I have been warned not to be drawn down any tunnels or caves, nor gravitate to any bright yellow-red lights and by no means go with any beckoning ET’s.

The benevolent ET’s, the light ones, are calling us home and their bioluminescent blue-white light is the signal. You can feel this with your heart. They have said Operation Victory is at hand. They have stated that the Dark Lords cannot succeed and all disasters will be minimized (let’s hope so as some seriously dangerous threats are presenting themselves on the earth right now). They have also said the Dark Lords are at their most dangerous as they face defeat, so it is crucial to be fully present! Be aware! Vaccines! Genetically modified foods! Chemical spraying! TV screen emissions! Understand, these are some of their tools for mind control and keeping the masses asleep. Whatever cometh, wherever you find yourself in these last days where we count days, simply remember, you have only one thing to do: get to the bluish-white light, reach out for the Nexus. If you do, your full consciousness will be re-instated and you will be safe and empowered.

Let us recall the last sign in the Hopi prophecy which states that a blue planet from the Heavens will crash into Earth causing earth destruction, this last sign is what all elders are awaiting as our entry into the 5th world. Possibly, it is not a planet, but an energy wave: the Nexus?

Lightwalkers, we are going home now. We have felt the Nexus approaching for years, even if we could or could not put words to it. Our Creator desires our remembrance and this collective shift to magnificence is welcome. Stay in your heart and the Dark Lords will lose power. It is promised and all is well!

Navajo,
awaiting portal 11-11-11 and 12-12-12 to the Nexus!

The Time of No Time: Beltane!

“Love is not a habit, a commitment or a debt.

Love simply is!”

(Paulo Coelho)

Around the medicine wheel of life we go, from season to season (solstice to equinox), the cardinal points and their mid-points speak the ancient cycles of time.  It is so important to acknowledge, honour and celebrate nature’s auspicious times.  If we are to restore spiritual order and harmony to our Earth, if we are to return to a balanced ecosystem, then we must keep the ancient earth holidays in some way. Why do you think the indigenous cultures of our world place so much emphasis on their sacred holidays and celebrations?  These are the times of heartfelt reverence and traditional worship!

Remember Samhain?   October 31st, when the veils are very thin and one can easily reach into the spiritual world of the ancestors through remembrance, offerings and ritual.  Samhain is about honoring Death, mentally and spiritually preparing oneself for the oncoming harsh Winter months when the Earth is under her death spell.    Beltane, May 1st, on the other hand, is when the veils are extremely thin again and we are honouring Life. “When the veils are so thin it is an extremely magical time, it is said that the Queen of the Faeries rides out on her white horse. Roving about on Beltane Eve,  She will try to entice people away to the fairyland” (C. Aubin).  We may use this time then to reach into the magical and mystical world of the unseen, offering spring flowers, fire and our own bodies as payment for an abundant, hot and pleasurable Summer.

“The beginning of the summer heralds an important time, for the winter is a difficult journey and weariness and disheartenment set in, personally, one is tired down to the soul.  In times past, the food stocks were low; variety was a distant memory.  The drab non-color of winter’s end perfectly represents the dullness and fatigue that permeates on so many levels to this day.  We need Beltane, as the earth needs the sun, for our very Spirit cries out for the renewal of Summers’ jubilation” (Christina Aubin).

Beltane is often called “the time of no time”, just like our current shift of ages.   “This shift was and has been referred to as the ‘Time of no Time’. We are currently in the transition period of the fourth dimension which creates the illusion of being stuck in a time warp as Earth goes through a rapid shift in time and space” (Red Lotus). If our current time on the Gregorian Calendar has been termed  “the time of no time” then, I speculate, that we must honour this holiday even more so than ever before.  This Beltane, I believe, is an important one before we are thrown into hyperspeed change-shift-destabilizing- to awakening on Planet Earth.

Years ago, I was speaking with a good girlfriend of mine on my porch, our husbands were in the house.  We were enthusiastically talking about all the old pagan laws surrounding Beltane, especially the law regarding removing our wedding rings for a night.  I jokingly said, “let us make sure to keep this alive for our daughters”.  She replied, “Why for our daughters?  What about us?”  In that moment, we were two women who supported each other in our sexual freedom, despite our husbands irritated opinions on the matter.  Ten years later, she is divorced and well, my marriage has been shaken to its core by Beltane.  Little did I know at the time, that part of my large energetic work and service to humanity and the earth, part of my soul agreement and personal purpose, was to revive Beltane in all its glory.

What then is this holiday that can cause such excitement and turmoil?  Beltane means fire of Bel; Belinos being one name for the Sun God who is celebrated on  May 1st.  Beltane, or Mayday as it is called, is celebrated with festivities typically beginning the evening before, on the last night of April.  Large community bonfires are created, fire being a crucial and important element of this holiday.  Maypoles, large poles, are erected.  The Maypole is one of the traditional symbols of Beltane, and let’s not kid ourselves about its purpose: it’s a giant phallus representing fecundity.  Young people would spend the entire night in the woods “A-Maying,” and then dance around the phallic Maypole the next morning.  This was when couples (and probably more than a few surprised triads) came staggering in from the fields, clothes in disarray and straw in their hair after a night of bonfire-inspired lustiness.  Older married couples were allowed to remove their wedding rings (and the restrictions they imply) for this one night. Young couples could undertake the greenwood marriage (an unofficial marriage which would last one year and a day).  The pious Puritans were outraged by the debauchery of Beltane celebrations.  In fact, they made Maypoles and greenwood marriages illegal in the mid 1600’s. (Everyone seems to have forgotten the deadwood divorces which can be used once a relationship hits its “deadwood” phase).

I am a Keeper and Protector of the Beltane Sabbat Celebration.  In fact, I initiated a long forgotten tradition called the deadwood divorce:  older married couples experiencing strife and stagnation could remove their rings for a year and a day:  an agreed upon seperation in order to explore other life paths:

“Love fills everything.

It cannot be desired because it is and end in itself.

It cannot betray because it has nothing to do with possession.

It cannot be held prisoner because  it is a river and will overflow its banks.

Anyone who tries to imprison love will cut off the spring that feeds it, and the trapped water will grow stagnant and rank.”

(Paulo Coelho)

At the end of the greenwood or deadwood time, the couples in question would have to decide how to proceed further with either their marriage or their divorce.

One year, not so long ago, I decided to have a grand Beltane party in my garden that I called the Maypole Dance.  I found a long pole, traditionally used on the island for hauling up the lobster traps from the sea floor, that was over 20 feet in length.  I decorated that pole with 20 descending purple ribbons 30 feet in length and I had my husband plant the Beltane pole into the ground.  Something about this act felt not only sacred, but ancient.  A few of the older villagers (ages 50-90 years old) approached me saying, “we loved the Maypole dance when we were children, how nice to see it brought back to life on the island”.  I couldn’t believe it, the Mestizo/Mayan community had a remembrance of the Maypole Dance?  I actually thought I was bringing to life a Pagan/Celtic celebration in Mayaland.  Silly me, the Maya have a long history with the Maypole.

“A myth tells of a time when there was a great drought, and food and water grew scarce throughout the land. Five young men decided that they must send a message to their God of fertility so that the rains would return and nurture the soil, and their crops would again flourish. So they went into the forest and searched for the tallest, straightest tree they could find.

When they came upon the perfect tree, they stayed with it overnight, fasting and praying for the tree’s spirit to help them in their quest. The next day they blessed the tree, then felled it and carried it back to their village, never allowing it to touch the ground. Only when they decided upon the perfect location for their ritual, did they set the tree down. The men stripped the tree of its leaves and branches, dug a hole to stand it upright, then blessed the site with ritual offerings. The men adorned their bodies with feathers so that they would appear like birds to the God of Fertility, in hope of attracting the god’s attention to their important request. With vines wrapped around their waists, they secured themselves to the pole and made their plea through their flight and the haunting sound of the flute and drum” (Vanilla Company).

The Mayan of the Yucatan area of Mexico to this day hold elaborate Maypole dances in honour of the Sun God and fertility.  ” Combining ritual, dance, music, poetry, and art, “THE TREE OF LIFE” (maypole) is a meditation on the mystery at the heart of human life.  It calls us to keep the world in balance with our very lives” (Earthdancer).  Each year in my life, the timekeeping of this sacred day simply grows and expands as I instill remembrance & hold permanence in my community and into our new crystal Earth grids.

The Tree Of Life grows
In the Land of Mystery:
There we were created;
There we were born.
There (S)He by whom all things live
Spins the thread of our lives.

Happy Beltane!

Navajo, Danaho Wiyoh (It is said, it is good!)

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The Ancestors, the Maya & the Calendar

children's book

children's book

 

It’s that time of the year when I climb into the attic and find my two boxes of family photographs.  I’ve never bothered sorting these photos into albums, they are simply a hodge podge mess of hundreds of photos stored in small boxes.  I once again promise myself, as I do each year, to file these ancestral photos separately so I wont have to go on this annual hunt for faces that have long since passed this world.  Even as I promise myself, I come to a realization, I actually love this ritual which takes me down my life’s memory lane.  Slowly, I flip through each photo after photo in search of my daughter, my mother, grandmother, great-grandma, grandpa, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, animals, family homes, and anything else that has come and gone. Sometimes I even pull out people, not dead, but long-lost in my life.  I am preparing myself to build our family’s annual ” Day of the Dead Altar”.  I gather flowers, candles, incense, chocolate, perfume & oils, tobacco,  and alcohol as I arrange the photographs into a beautiful table display which depicts my genealogical lineage.  Voila!!!  The ancestors and I are all together again.

In the Mayan belief system, humans and everything in our world are sung into existence from the Otherworld.  The Otherworld is where the ancestors live as spirits.  The spirits love to watch humans with their bodies.  They love that there are hands with which to paint, draw, write, bake, cook, massage, and farm.  They love that there are feet with which to walk, dance, or run.  They love that humans have bodies with which to feel and make love.  They, the spirits, are mesmerized with our existence, so they continue to compose creation songs which sing the world continually into being.  Interestingly enough, I remember reading about an African village where upon birth, a musician had to hear and capture the emerging child’s birth song.  Then he would teach the song to the whole village.  That song would be sung to the child throughout their respective life, but especially in the tough times that required discipline.  The purpose of the song was to always remind the child who they were.  The song would lead the child back to their path and purpose if they had strayed too far away.  There are many shamans that heal and restore health to a body with the power of song and sounds.

When we arrive here, on the Earth, via the birth canal, we are beseechingly overwhelmed by the colours, the beauty and the human forms on this Planet.  When we arrive, unbeknownst to us, we have been coded with a purpose and we have been fully equipped to fulfill that mission.  As many of you are aware, Mayans are born under certain glyphs/signs and tones that reveal their life purpose.  Arriving souls subsequently develop an acute amnesia regarding where they have come from and how they were created.  We will not “remember” the Otherworld in detail until much later in life as we begin to draw near to that lovely place again.   That is why in the Mayan belief system, the elders are revered for the wisdom they impart within the community, for it is these very elders that hold the necessary information regarding the Otherworld.  The Maya are born with original debt, unlike the Christians who are born with original sin.  It is the Mayan elders role to hear what the Otherworld is saying, what it is sometimes demanding, and to convey these messages.  The elders are a constant reminder to every one of their debt and their inherent obligation to pay their debts.

It is crucial to understand that there is a delicate balance that must be maintained between our world and the Otherworld.  We actually make an agreement, a binding contract, with our ancestors to remember them and most importantly, to remember to feed them once we are on the Earth.  We must feed the ancestors the things that they love.  The ancestors love art & beauty, they love eloquent speeches or exquisitely composed music, they love hand-made meals or objects of interest, they love dances and parties, they love altars and flowers and quite frankly, the ancestors love to see humans lose their minds with alcohol when used ceremonially for ritual or celebration, and they love deep expressions of heartfelt emotions.   In an ancient Mayan home, (pre-/Christopher Columbus) you would consistently find a house altar containing idols, icons and mementos to the ancestors.  On all festivities, the ancestors would be welcomed and ritually fed.  At all difficult moments, the ancestors would be summoned and ritually fed.  The Mayans were more than aware that in order to live harmoniously, a fee was extracted, and that fee was the ritual foods being offered which must hold all of life’s beauty.   It is no surprise to the Maya that in our present times, the world at large is so dangerously unharmonious.  There are centuries of unfed, starving ancestors.  It is no accident that 1 in every 6 person on the Earth is malnourished and dying of hunger.

photo by suzanne barbezat

photo by suzanne barbezat

Our modern-day problems are compounded.  Not only do we have unfed ancestors, but we have ancestors that were not grieved to their death in a proper, beautiful burial manner.  This creates an exorbitant amount of entities and ghosts.  According to Martin Prechtel, an infamous Shaman from the Guatemalan Highlands (www.floweringmountain.com), the entities, ghosts and the unfed ancestors, cannot be ignored, left unfed, or displaced into a corner of Western civilization’s emotionally sick mind as mere superstition or nonsensical primitive religious beliefs.  The Shaman says the problem is real large.  They (entities, ghosts, ancestors) will extract their payment one way or the other, they will be fed.  They, comically enough, will feed on our psyche’s causing depression, lethargy and mental or emotional illnesses.  When they are done with the psyche, they will feed on our bodies, causing physical harm or illness.  When they are done with their immediate family member, they will feed on someone near and dear who the family member loves.  Wow!  Ignoring the ancestors can cause harm to ourselves and to others we love.  How profound!

ancestral altar

ancestral altar

Pretchel says that even in the most indigenous, balanced village, all humans actually wreak havoc on the world and offend the Otherworld.  It is the elders responsibility to point out how we have done our damage.  And if the damage is too large, then the village shaman is called upon to correct the delicate balance which has been disturbed.   Many years ago, I received a shamanic soul journey with Char Sundust (www.charsundust.com).  I sought out Char because I was having difficulty remaining in the present moment of life.  I was always running away from myself and anyone else who triggered off my deep emotional wounds.  Due to a childhood of ritual sexual abuse, I had learned to escape into various corners of my mind.  Char delved right into the problem and located my grandfather, the source of the problem,  in the Otherworld  (Yes, he had crossed because so many people loved him, grieved his death, and sent him to the Otherworld with glory and pomp.  Thank goodness.  Once back in the Otherworld, he understood his mistakes.)  Char was able to dialogue with him and have him communicate with me:  He came to me as a frigate bird, he was apologetic and promised to assist me on a path of  sexual empowerment.  He asked me to carry apologies to all his relations for the wrong he had inflicted.  This session was emotionally charged, tearful, deep and explosive.  One conversation, one heartfelt apology and years of abuse was forgiven.  He said he had been waiting to release his healing balm, but no-one had communicated (fed) him as of yet, so, in fact, he was feeding on his own son’s psyche, who was meanwhile sexually abusing his little daughter.  Was it Shakespeare who said, “oh, the tangled webs we weave” ?  All parts of my shattered soul were returned to me in this powerful healing session which Char facilitated.  I began to build my altars.

my altar

For the Maya, though, it is much more than building an annual altar.  ” Day of the Dead” is a Catholic custom coinciding with All Soul’s Day which was the conquerer’s compromise to the native pagans for all their ancestral worship.  The Maya’s constant communications with their ancestors was a daily, live and intricate relationship built on survival and interdependence.  We can liken it to one’s relationship with God.  They kept little ancestor altars in their own houses so that they could draw on the strength, knowledge and assistance of the ancestors at any time.  They kept these houses as a reminder of their daily debt.  Remember the Lord’s Prayer?  My new version:  ” Our Grandfather who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.  Give us each day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.  Lead us not into temptation, deliver us  from evil, for Thine is the Kingdom and the Glory and the Power, forever and ever.  Amen”.  The ancestors actually are the Biblical concept of God the Father.  The ancestors created our world and continue to feed us, so we must feed them. It is pretty simple…

My mother died 21 years ago.  I have not felt her spirit around me much over those years.  Most recently though, my brother was coming to visit to introduce me to his fiance.  I pillaged through a jewelry box in search of a gift for my brother’s future wife.  I spied a beautiful gold ring from my mother with a “C” initial on it.  Since the fiance was named Christina, and my mother’s name Cynthia, I thought this would be a perfect gift.  I placed the ring on my finger and awaited an opportune time to give the gift.  That time never arrived.  From the moment my mother’s ring and I merged, I magically conjured up her spirit and an ear full of information.  She kept telling me- “this wedding will never happen- do not give my ring away”.  She was so adamant, that, truly, I never gave that ring away.  One month later, my mother’s favourite brother, my Uncle came to visit.  He spied that ring up on my finger and had to manuever many of his own feelings about missing my mother.  My husband and I were in economical distress at the time of his visit.  “Hey”, he said at some point in his vacation, “did you ever go apply for your mother’s pension funds?”  Long story short, 20 years after my mother’s death- I was receiving some long forgotten, unclaimed, magic money, just in time!

cemetery caye caulker, belize

cemetery caye caulker, belize

On October 31, 2009, Halloween, in Latin American countries, some family member will head to the graveyard to clean the family gravesites. The Halloween children will don their costumes and sing, “trick or treat, money or sweet, give me something good to eat”.  The Wiccans/Pagaens will celebrate the veil being so thin, Samhain, and commence to communicate with their dead.  On November 1, 2009, All Saints Day, churchgoing Catholics will attend mass and recite their Hail Mary’s as they think of their most revered saints and their dead relatives who have made it to Heaven.  On November 2, 2009, All Souls Day and Day of the Dead, families will convene at the cemetery with marigold flowers, toys, candy, incense, tequila and food.  Like I said, the ancestors just love a party.  In a traditional Maya home, it will be another glorious day of life with the ancestors.

As we approach the Mayan Calendar end date and our own evolutionary transcendence, I have to state bluntly, if you have residual shadows, entities, ghosts, past hurts and pains left unprocessed within your family tree; it will be very difficult to craft your crucial and necessary body of light, your merkaba.  “In order to realize and plant the seeds of a new worldview, our bodies and souls need more than the human world” (Geoff  Stray, Shaman).  That’s right, we need the ancestors.  Just as Mother Earth is currently undergoing her own earth changes (which will begin to intensify now) in an effort to shed unwanted emotional debris, darkness and heavy vibrational energies, we must do them same (as within, so without; microcosm to the macrocosm).  We must be free and clear of all emotional baggage, despair, fear, anger, frustration and depression, especially in regards to our genealogical lineage.  Turn around and face your ghosts, those frightening entities and all your ancestors.   Any grievance from the past can be healed right now! I know there are so many terrible and awfully painful stories in this world.  I have swallowed and digested enough of the global sorrow to be empathetic.  There does come a time though, when we must transcend the dark ages with grace, when our horror stories must be transformed to touching works of art (watch “The Boy in the Striped Pajamas”).

In the psychological clearing work called Family Constellations, the therapist emphasizes the importance of healing all family member’s past actions; events like suicide, sexual, emotional or physical abuses, squandering of inheritance funds, incessant gambling, manipulation, alcoholism, fraud, corruption, greed, murder, adultery, etc…   All past actions of our relations left unhealed will revisit us or someone we love right here in our present destroying lives.  I have been told that all conscious souls are completing their lifetime karmas’ at this moment- cleaning up, clearing out.  Again, our light bodies have to be feather light. Build your ancestral altars and don’t bother to dismantle them.  Call on everyone who has been a part of your biological make-up to join you at a family council meeting in the ethers and begin the difficult discussions that need to take place- heal, forgive, release, let go, resolve, unravel, unwind, purge any difficult emotions- come to peace with your families, your ancestors; feed them with your life! Know that they are the source that sustains you or maims you here on Earth.  If situations are too rigidly stuck, call in a shaman to help clear the debris and restore balance.  Do this now so you can ascend!  We are at five minutes to midnight on the Mayan Calendar, be crystal clear, in the new Earth paradigm, only the healthy minds are invited and you will be too heavy if you haven’t resolved your ancestral dilemmas.  I leave off wishing you a very Happy All Souls Day/Day of the Dead.

Isa's flower

Isa's flower

Navajo

concludes this post by using her birth name,

Denise Camille Fuller,

so the ancestors can find her-

and dedicates this article to her gorgeous fairy daughter that graced her life for two short years,

Shine On,

Isabella Camille Roggema-Fuller,

and to a special benefactor-who was stuck in the etheric shadows but now can cross-

see you both in the Otherworld!