Healing is
the soft caress of a breeze on my skin,
sun lit rays kissing my body,
the delicate breath of a rose,
the russle of leaves and the magic of trees.
Healing is listening to birds chirping 
and butterflies dancing,
feeling the bliss of water meeting body.
Nature is Healing
healing happens in the moments we simply are,
a shared smile,  
an adoring gaze from my beloved.
Healing happens when I allow you to hold me in your arms,
feeling gratitude for life,
letting go of blame.
Healing is when I reach out to hold your hand,
when I gaze deep into your eyes,
and you feel me say, I see you.
Healing is listening to some-one,
feeling seen and heard.
Healing is resourcing ourselves
answering to what do I need,
singing and dancing.
Pleasure is Healing,, 
anointing my body
being tender with myself,
resting when I need to,
dressing up or dressing down.
Healing happens when I speak up for myself,
creating clear boundaries.
Love is Healing
remembering that I was created in love,
that we were created in love.
Healing is feeling my feelings
and expressing them without causing harm to self or others.
Healing is remembering that I have a place in the circle of life,
I am part of the whole,
Feeling Gratitude is Healing,
Forgiveness is Healing
of self and others.
Healing is loving myself
and learning to love others.
Trusting myself is healing.
Prayer is healing.
Healing is a choice.
                     by  Rah
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I traveled with Saudia Air via Jeddah en route to offer womb awakening work in Egypt. As the plane ascended, an arabic prayer of protection reverberated throughout the plane. This devotional essence set the tone for our journey. The plane was filled with pilgrims en route to Mecca, dressed in their traditional  pilgrim clothes - the men wore the traditional white cloths ready for their pilgrimage and the women were dressed in black.

The energy of devotion and prayer could be seen and felt as men and women sat reading the Quran and counting their prayer beads, their divine essence visible and palpable. 

The words most used in the life of a muslim are is Araghmaan and Aragheem together they denote the two most adored attributes of the Almighty - that of most beneficent and most merciful. It is interesting that the root Raghma means womb and mercy. Both are the qualities of the divine feminine. In Arabic the womb is called Rahim. - the essence of the Divine Feminine. It is this essence that opens our hearts and allows compassion to flow. She, the divine feminine is woven deeply into the fabric of Islam and in every religion and culture. 

The seat of the feminine is revered in Islam so much that it is said that, ” Heaven lies at the feet of the mother”.

It is she who is reminding us of who we are. Calling on our soft,caring,compassion natures. 

High up in the clouds, the captain announced that we would pass over the Kaabah in Mecca. I thought of the magic of the black stone and the fact that many muslim women wear black. 

In womb awakening the dark black shimmering energy is a feminine space. It is the place of birth and rebirth and the place we journey to in order to remember ourselves. 

My ears and heart are attuned to the words that honor the sacred feminine no matter who speaks them. It is to this aspect of the Almighty, God or Spirit that I am aligned to. We have come to Egypt to listen to the women and men who live here. In a crazy city like Cairo, we are surrounded by the Call to Prayer. The Divine Feminine is everywhere and yet she has been forgotten by many. I see how important is was for me to travel in a plane of pilgrims en route to this ancient country. 

Our first offerings have been met with open arms. Everywhere in Egypt men and women welcome us. We are humbled by how we are received and by all the doors that open so that we can offer our work here in this ancient land. Nicole and I honor each of the women of Egypt who continue to show up to meet and be with us here. We Thank You for your Yes, your courage and your trust.

We hold space in the frequency of Divine Love. This is the foundation of womb awakening.

Womb Awakening invites us to awaken to what is living and breathing within our wombs and haras. It does not ask that we embrace a new belief system nor that we reject what we hold dear. Womb Awakening accepts us as we are and invites us to remember that we are the Divine.


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I arrived in Istanbul on 15th September 2016 and travelled to meet with my Co Creatrix Filiz Telek in Izmir,Turkey. Our journey  started with a pilgrimage to the Temple of Aphrodisias. The soft rays of the setting sun greeted us with such warmth as we arrived after a 4 hour car journey. We walked through the gigantic ancient doorway, touched the earth and stood marveling at the largess of it all. A chant came to me as I sat down in the sparkling energies of the ancient ruin.  We were on an ancient path as we sat in Aphrodite's frequency  - I Am the Body of Love - filled the air here.
That night as we slept close to the Temple Ruins, our conversations were filled with the subject of Love. 
Our next stop was the Artemis Temple. Just before we arrived at Artemis Temple we were nearly in an accident and in an instant our safety and protection became key. Artemis temple ruin is not cared for and is being left to fall apart. Most of the pillars have been moved and used to rebuild other parts of Turkey. A water snake swimming in a smaIl pool below us greeted our arrival and I took this as a good sign as we offered our prayers. Being alert and defending our boundaries were clear messages for me at Artemis temple ruin. 
Our journey took us to The House of Mary or Maryam of Ephesus - a  shrine sacred to both muslims and christians in Ephesus. The house of The Virgin Mary and mother of Jesus was identified in the 19th century by the visions of a Catholic Nun- the Blessed Anne Catherine Emmerich and they were published in a book by Clemens Brentano in Germany after her death in 1852.
There is a sacred water well at the site believed by many to have miraculous healing and fertility powers. Maryam/Mary of Ephesus brings all people together to remember Divine Love and to bathe in the frequencies of Divine Love. 
In the week leading up to our workshop, two ancient figurines of the Mother Cybele rose from the earth to be found after thousands of years in two different archeological sites in Turkey. The synchronicity of this alignment with the ancient womb teachings returning to this sacred motherland felt historical in itself.
We felt the ancient Mothers supporting us and holding our hands. The Ida Mountains are known as the The Mother Mountains and the Mountain of Cybele. Our Retreat centre at Hizir kamp is a pristine wilderness filled with the sounds of rustling trees, chirping birds and the stillness  in nature where the life giving waters flows from the deep earth and where the sparkling clean air fills your lungs, while the sun kisses your face. 
Here in this pristine setting, held by our Divine Mother and by each women who said yes and who showed up to this call - we wove a dynamic loving circle, offering what we could, witnessing each other, encouraging one another, gently inviting ourselves to shed and bloom in the presence of  Love. 
We journeyed together into our wombs, into unknown parts of ourselves. We gave voice to the stories of our wombs and we grieved for ourselves, we kept committing to let go and to let Love In. We supported one another and we offered our shakti as loving balm into our circle for our own healing, for the healing of our lineages and for those who come after us. 
After our beautiful gathering, re - connecting with our wombs and opening to Her wisdom, we journeyed to the Temple of Athena. This magestic temple sits high on a mountain top and faces the ocean at the look out point where one can see the island of Lesbos. An Olive tree greets you as you arrive. All three of us felt stirred into a deep heart listening as we each chose a spot to sit and meditate and listen. Strands of wisdom vibrations moved around in the winds and I became very tired as if sleep would reveal the content of what was shared here. I felt the  frequencies present supporting my heart wisdom to flow and breathe.
My heart and womb felt full of all that was shed and shared here in Turkey. Supported in circle we touched our wombs with love and found beauty within ourselves again. We glowed as we remembered that we are always held in Love. We rose together in circle and we anchored the essences of our journey and our love into the sacred waters and air - and deep into the earth just like the ancient ones present on the land did before us. We said Yes to remembering this ancient wisdom present within each of us.
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For nine days we were held in the Womb of the Black Madonna and on  09.09.2016 we visited her at the Cathedral of Notre-Dame du Puy. We were deep in the teachings of embodied womb awakening - clearing our pathways and transitioning the spiral between student and teacher.
At the end of my nine moon apprenticeship in 2015, I joined fellow womb pilgrims in pilgrimage to the sacred sites of Mary Magdalene here in France. I answered a longing to merge and be encoded with the frequencies of the divine feminine. Part of my prayers for last year was that the Mother may bless me to enter the teacher training programme of the Fountain of Life. It is a miracle for me to be here, to live what it means to place my trust completely in Her Divine Grace. 
I felt the Call of the ancient ones living in me on my first night here when I dreamt of The People of Tswa. I had placed my ancestor stone and other sacred ancestor symbols on our communal altar that very evening. I have never had such a clear dream of my Tswa ancestors before and it brought much grief for the stories of our ancestors in south africa.  
The Tswa are known as the original hunter gatherers of South Africa and of other african countries. They thrived within a womb cosmology - believing that we humans live within the womb of the Great Mother. 
These ancestors of mine, possessed deep knowledge of plant medicines and lived within womb like structures made of reeds and saplings. 
Many of them migrated from South Africa to Ireland. Their history has been distorted by the invaders and now they are returning to be celebrated as the deep wisdom keepers of our country. The Tswa were the ones who educated all the other tribes about plant medicine and the gifts from our ocean mother here in south africa. They were believed to be a race filled with magic and they lived in harmony with one another and the earth and all her creatures. According to Sanusi Credo Mutwa, the Tswa knew how to build boats and travelled extensively across the ocean. 
The connection of the Black Madonna to Africa is undisputed as she stands in her divine essence deep in the heart of patriarchy.  I heard “ I am the Source that nourished the First nations, the People of the Tswa. I am the one danced through ecstasy - the one men and women throughout the world long to merge with. I am the one that patriarchy tries to devour century after century. The one the First Peoples were destroyed over. 
I am the well spring of the living pulse lying dormant within your wombs and haras. I dwell within you waiting - waiting for you to call my name - to open to my presence within you and to your presence within me”
I am in awe at meeting the people of Tswa here in France. Their innocence and love touching me and inviting me in. I feel their message ," we have never left you”.
Days after our visit to the Black Madonna, we journeyed to visit the Neanderthal cave near Pont du Arc. I found the guided tour disappointing but the creative skills of the Neanderthals could not be ignored. The way they worked with the rock formations using the indentations  and curves to give a sense of movement to the horses,lions,bears,reindeer and more. It was clear to me that the story of ancient men and women having no brain sense is a story made up by those who wished to control the minds of future generations. In this original art gallery from the Garden of Eden, one can feel them reaching out from beyond the beyond.
We felt guided by the Black Madonna to visit Pont du Arc, right after without knowing that the original cave looked upon this great archway. We imagined what it must have been like to have sat in the cave in the heart of the mountain and to gaze out upon the sparkling waters during full moon. There is a pristine presence here at Pont Du Arc - a sense of being in the Garden of Eden. When standing in front of the Arc, one is drawn between the worlds, between the flowing waters and the pristine earth - a bridge between the world - between heaven and earth - between our ancestors and ourselves. I could feel their pristine innocent laughter reaching out acros the ages deep inside my heart and womb. 
I am heart and womb-full of the messages and beauty of the ancient ones. I feel how my life is part of a greater tapestry being woven by Her with a Thousand names. I give myself to love, inviting more of me to come home in my body, in my womb and in my heart. I feel fuelled with the courage and gratitude of the ancient ones as I say my goodbyes to all who held me in such love here in France. My heart is filled with gratitude as I open my arms to the next step of my journey. May the Love in our Wombs and Haras come to Birth a new Earth.
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The Return of Priestesses and the Great Remembering 
We the Priestesses have returned. After thousands of years of being afraid to name ourselves and our love for the Great Goddess. Whe have returned to anchor our pristine crystalline energies together and to take our place in the great Wheel of Life. We are called forth irresistably by Spirit to creatively express our gifts in the evolution of self and the world. We come together in devotion, bringing our medicine - our heart songs and our prayers to activate our soul codes and to birth a new earth.
Our Mother earth is calling us to bring our devotion and love, to reweave the sorrows and heart breaks of our genetic lineages and nations. We come together at sacred sites of the divine feminine to transform the old and to weave our spiritual tapestry in divine love. 
Before patriarchy distorted our stories, every culture in South africa and Africa remembered the names of the Great Mother. She was revered in songs and dance all along our shores. 
According to Lion Shaman Credo Mutwa, the triple goddess was always known amongst the ancient ones here in South Africa. "The first name of the Goddess when is a maiden is Nomkubulwana. This is her name when she personifies dawn… As the Great Earth Mother, the Queen Mother of Creation, she is known as Namubunde… And as the Crone - she is Nomhoyi"
Prof Mathole Motshekga - Director and Founder of Kara Heritage Institute - explains that the African society was a matriarchal society based on gender equality, but that through the destruction of the African past, identity, culture and religion, the spiritual philosophy and cosmology of the African people has been lost.
The following extracts are from the papers written and presented by Prof Motshekga.
'Indigenous African leaders were divine monarchs (Fura or Faro)...This land of the people is also known as the land of the Sun (Kara/Langa) perceived as the King (Fura or Faro) or God (Ntura). 
....African monarchs are defined as children of the Sun (Ra) or the Moon (Ma or Maia) or the union of the two (Mara or Maria).  They worshipped the Goddess of Heaven and Earth, also known as Nomukhubulwane, Kore or Mohale.  The children of this Goddess bear the dynastic title of child (mwana/umtwana) and its variants.
For instance :
Mwana in Mwanamutapa (Zimbabwe)
Mani in Manikara (Sudan)
Mene in Meneptah (Egypt)
These monarchs also worship the Sun God Kara (Greek Krios) or Hara (Greek Horus).’
'The Queen Mother and the Monarch are reflections of the Queen of Heaven (Mara or Maria) and the Son Hara (Greek Horus) symbolised by the falcon God known as Shiri ya Mwari (or Bird of Mohale), popularly known as the Bird of Zimbabwe.  The Goddess Mwari, Mohale or Mwalinkulunkulu is worshipped by the African peoples as a whole.  This Goddess was worshipped at Maphungubwe and other spiritual centres in Southern Africa.'

African culture and religion has at its centre axis the Divine Light.  It also follows the Khemetic maxim (later known as the Hermetic maxim) of As Above, So Below. 'Everything came out of the One that we call God and the Mother thereof is the moon (Ma) and the father thereof is the Sun (Ra) or the union (Ma + ra = Mara) of the two. This Khemetic or Hermetic doctrine is the basis of African Culture and religion. More specifically, this doctrine is based on the Solar Trinity as follows : 
The Sun (Ra) is the physical manifestation of the Divine Light (Kara) that we call God. Like the Mind (Atum) of God Ptah, the Sun (Ra) is a male/female principle that split into the mother (Mara) principle. The Mara principle is also a female/male principle made out of both Ma (the mother) and Ra (the Father).  The mother (Ma + Ra = Mara) is represented by the planet Venus (Nehanda).
The mother (Mara) principle gave birth to the Divine Light (Kara) which is represented by the planet Mercury (Kara). Thus the Solar trinity consists of The Sun (the father principle), the planet Venus (the mother principle) and the planet Mercury (Child principle).
The fatherhood and motherhood of the Sun symbolised by the Solar disc or five pointed star mounted on a lunar crescent is called 
Ma + ra = Mara 
Maia + ra = Maria
The relationship of the Queen of Heaven and Earth (Mara/Muhale) and her son, the word of the Divine Light or Mind/Intellect of the First Cause (Ptah) is symbolised by a baboon carrying a solar disc, mounted on a Lunar Crescent, on its head. This baboon is squatting on a Cube (Kaba) representing the earth (Tamara/Kumara). 
The names Tamara and Kumara consist of: 
Ta meaning land 
Kumara/Tamara meaning the Queen of Heaven and Earth 
Thus the earth (Tamara/Kumara) means the earthly mother or land of the Queen of Heaven and Earth. The exposition of the Solar trinity fore grounded the centrality of the mother principle. The spiritual mother (Mara/maria) is known as the Queen of Heaven and Earth. The name Mara/Maria has the following variants: 

• Mari (Karanga/Rozwi) 
• Mwari (Karanga/Shona) 
• Mwarinkurunkuru (Karanga/Shona) 
• Mwali (Rozwi/Lozwi) 
• Mwalinkulunkulu (Nguni) 
• Muali (Lozwi/Khelobedu) 
• Muhali (Lozwi/Khelobedu/Venda) 
• Mohale (South Sotho) 
• Mogale (North Sotho) 
• Nwari (Tsonga) 
• Nwali (Venda) 
• Meri (Ancient Ethiopia and Egypt) 
• Meru (Burundi/Rwanda) 
• Meroe (Ancient Ethiopia) 
We call ourselves Priestesses because the word Priestess is loaded and coded for so many of us. We remember the fall of the sacred feminine and the matrilineal societies in Africa. In naming ourselves - we acknowledge that we remember the fall of the sacred feminine and that we have come to rebirth these old stories into divine love.
We remember that we were created in perfection, in a state of love – the ‘Garden of Eden’. Garden (latin - hortus) means Womb. The Womb of Eden is a feminine primordial state of pristine consciousness. 
Until at one time, we came out of this primordial Womb Consciousness as a lived, embodied state. Our Consciousness fell, and separated from love… 
We have returned to serve Love and to make new vows - vows to honour and love ourselves, our sisterhood and our brotherhood. We vow to hold hands with one another in this Great Remembering.
I Serve only Love and through my offerings I come to support your remembering.  I Vow to Anchor the frequencies of the divine feminine within my womb and my embodied processes so that you may anchor the Divine Feminine in Your Womb. 
I Honour the ancient Queens who came before us and who knew the potent power of their Wombs.
The Queen of Sheba
The Kebra Nagast ( the most important Ethiopian scripture) includes a magnificent passage where Makeda speaks of her search for Wisdom:

I have drunk of her, but have not tottered; I have tottered through her, but have not fallen; I have fallen because of her but have not been destroyed. Through her I have dived down into the great sea and have seized in the place of her depths a pearl whereby I am rich. I went down like the great iron anchor whereby men anchor ships for the night on the high seas, and I received a lamp which lighteth me, and I came up by the ropes of the boat of understanding. I went to sleep in the depths of the sea, and not being overwhelmed with the water I dreamed a dream. And it seemed to me that there was a star in my womb, and I marvelled thereat, and I laid hold upon it and made it strong in the splendour of the sun; I laid hold upon it, and I will never let it go. I went in through the doors of the treasury of wisdom and I drew for myself the waters of understanding. I went into the blaze of the flame of the sun, and it lighted me with the splendour thereof, and I made of it a shield for myself, and I saved myself by confidence therein, and not myself only but all those who travel in the footprints of wisdom, and not myself only but all the men of my country, the kingdom of Ethiopia, and not those only but those who travel in their ways, the nations that are round about. [http://www.sacred-texts.com/afr/kn/kn097.htm ]

May We Support One Another so that the Stars in Our Wombs can be Activated to Birth the New Earth.
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