★ The raw and evocative connection to Ancestry, particularly the Matrilineal lines. Honouring the Earth Mother. Connection to the Wild self. Of bloody birth and rebirth. Of blood offerings to the land in tales of sacrifice and devotion. The power that speaks of all the mothers reaching back throughout generations. It’s very red tent in energy ★
Well guys this might be it. The most achingly beautiful, rawly powerful & deeply evocative energy I’ve ever created. I was blown away by the process, I could hear all of the ancestral women in my line singing and calling, howling and dancing, ringing bells and hammering drums, the clashing of shields, the slow clunk of dusting grain, the weavers, magic makers ... the blood in my line.
The Temple of The Blood of the Mothers is a half circle of ancestral women, stood with their arms open wide, welcoming you.
You are carrying their memories, their dreams, their successes and lessons within your veins.
The red thread around your wrist reaches out and connects to theirs, symbolic of a connection of blood, not merely of lineage but of connection to All People, all Spirits, all essences both living and passed on.
This beautiful energy carries the energies of blood magic in its truest sense, the creation of a limineal space between the energies of life and death, where ancestors and spirits can be heard singing and dancing. It weaves the magick of your destiny, bringing forth your raw primal wild witch essence.
It connects you to not only your base of power, your ancestors, but the base power inherent within you - your connection to All things, living and dead, throughout the Spiritual ecosystem.
The temple speaks of blood on the land, be it menstrual blood or life blood, to bind ourselves as one with the Earth Mother.
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