I had this incredible vision during my Cacao Ceremony today and I feel a strong need to share it. Sharing visions is very much stepping out of my comfort zone and standing in my vulnerability, but I’ve learnt in a hard way that when Spirit calls, one must respond.
I did a healing Cacao Ceremony for myself today and I called in the presence of Ecuadorian Cacao (ceremonial grade Fino de Aroma cacao that is sourced from smallholder farmers in the lush, fertile lands of the Choco Andino region of Ecuador, and sold by Ritual Cacao), Rose, Cinnamon, Cayenne, St. John’s Wort, Chamomile and Hawthorn. I anointed myself with Mugwort, as this is the Spirit I am working with now. My intention was to bring healing to my body and to connect to healing frequencies needed in the world right now.
During my vision I saw Mama Cacao and Lady Mugwort standing together at the mouth of the cave. I walked the length of the cave in darkness towards the light of its mouth and found myself at the seashore. The waves gently kissed my feet, and I could feel the sand underneath them. Mama Cacao and Lady Mugwort stood facing the ocean, and I felt this immense need to join them. I stood on their side and opened my arms to the wind and ocean breeze. In the distance, on the horizon, I could see the fiery glow – all shades of red, orange, and yellow. The world was burning, and I was witnessing its end. Tears streamed from my eyes and as I looked down there was a stream flowing down from my womb and into the sea. The stream joined with the sea and flowed towards destruction. I looked around and I realized that I was surrounded by women – women of different ethnicities, colour, shape, and age. There were young menstruating girls, pregnant women, mothers with babes at their breasts, women my age and elders. We all wore flowing dresses of different colours and had flower wreaths on our heads. All our wombs were open – as the wisdom and magic of the womb exceeds the limits of age – and fertile, healing waters were flowing from us all, joining with the sea, and carried on the ocean’s currents into the horizon, into the fire and destruction of men. We stood in silence, yet our breath moved in unison and was our song. With arms outstretched we allowed the healing and rebirthing powers of our wombs to join together enveloping the world. I understood then that only together, standing strong in our feminine wisdom, can we enforce change. We have the power of the flow behind us, and if we come together, connected to the power of our wombs, to the power of the feminine – if we come together as sisters – we will be able to save the world for future generations, for our children. Only together – us women – we can stand firmer and stronger against any wave that comes. Only together can we become one with the waves, one with the water, one with the healing of the ocean, one with open sea and healing power that can save us all.
Strength comes from trust, and trust grows from faith. Faith is the inner sense of ‘knowing’ that we are more than capable, that we are enough, that we are powerful, resilient and can induce the change. That when we stand together, nothing can stop us. Together, standing in our womb wisdom, in our strength, we can flow towards a new timeline – together as one. We can reach the line of the horizon and put out the fire in the hearts of men.
Dear Sisters, Mothers, Daughters, let’s hold our course together, then even if we’ll be tossed by waves, we can hold the direction and keep ourselves on the path of building a new Kingdom/Queendom on Earth. Together, we can flow back to the Garden and allow our children to grow up in the land of peace and harmony.
Dear Sisters, Mothers, Daughters, do not lose faith or strength, as you are the mirror of my being, and I am the mirror of yours. We are the mirror of the Earth, and damage done to the land is damage done to our bodies. I say enough is enough – it’s time to let our bodies heal. It is time to root in our strength and power and overcome this evil.
As Earth is our home – it’s the home to all of us, no matter the colour, gender or religion – let’s find a sanctuary of our Motherland, Mother dwelling, and connect it to the centres of ourselves. Let’s listen to the lullabies and not to the war cries. We are enriched by the lullabies of thousands of years, and we can still hear the singing from the past – we must still ourselves and listen, this is all that it takes.
We are the mothers of men, and mothers are here to teach, to hold, to embrace, and to spread love. The magic of the womb is a gift of motherhood – no matter if we choose a physical motherhood or not, we are all mothers to our creations. For centuries mothers have taken their infants out and sat weaving together in the sunshine – in the moonlight. They shared together their longing and losses, laughter and boredom, dreams and hopes. They birthed together and died together. They told stories, weaved, cried and sang together. They were the centre everyone came back to. They were the power of love and creation, the embodiment of every Goddess in existence. They were the house that humanity stood upon. They were the great web of roots underneath that house that humanity relied on.
Now, the mothers of the Earth are wailing. They can’t provide food for their loved ones and are burying their children. Their bodies in ashes as is the body of the Earth. This mother who lives far away in the east, is also my mother. I am that mother far away in the east. Not removed from my reality, but rooted within me – pain, fear, grief and all. Her fear is an animal power, but so is her love. She is filled with compassion of how to mend the broken society – and I am holding her in my heart and womb. I am trying to hold space for her becoming. She is showing me what it means to lose humanity and what we need to do to become human again. I am leaning into her body – heart to heart, womb to womb and together we are raising the frequencies of peace. We are the birth portal – we can do it, but we must stand together. Can you hear her cry? Do her songs haunt you at night?
Dear Sisters, Mothers, Daughters, let’s sing together the lullaby that is sang in the time of peace. In the time when land is fertile, and neighbours are meeting to break bread not bones. Where Israeli mother, Palestinian mother, European mother, American mother are all One Mother. A mother that sings you a song of faith and belonging. We all belong here, on this Earth. Her body is our body. Here is our home. Let’s rebuild our home, let’s hold the hands of men who have the power of ‘pressing buttons’ and let place less destructive toys in those hands. And when we sit together in the evening fire, let’s reawaken our humanity with love, compassion and empathy; and through the sacred flow of our wombs let us connect to the sacred Web of Life, let us connect to All. Right here, together, we are the mothers, and we are home.
With love,
Agnieszka