Ik heb het er niet vaak over, misschien is dit zelfs de eerste keer, maar toen ik 19 was, heb ik een training van een jaar en een dag gevolgd en ben dus officieel een heks. Ik prefereer de term priesteres, hoewel ik sympathie heb voor de groepen die de nu nog negatieve connontatie van het woord heks weer in het juiste en ware daglicht willen stellen. I salute you!

De afgelopen maanden heb ik een nieuw boek gelezen, ‘Journey to the dark goddess; How to return to your soul’ van Jane Meredith (Boek op Bol.com)

Hierin wordt gesproken over het doen van een descent in de onderwereld en daarna ook weer ascenden naar boven. In de onderwereld, een soort lowest of low, kom je in contact met je schaduw zelf, dat deel van je onderbewustzijn wat je het liefst wegstopt. Op deze manier kun je antwoorden krijgen op vragen waar je misschien op een gewone manier geen antwoord op kunt krijgen.

Dit ritueel ga ik doen.

Vandaag is het volle maan en ik ga vanavond de maan neerhalen. Daarna ga ik beginnen met het voorbereidingsritueel voor de descent. Later deze week ga ik daadwerkelijk de descent doen. Ik heb antwoorden nodig en op de gewone manier lukt het niet.

Met het neerhalen van de maan ga ik een specifieke Godin channelen. Mijn all time favorite; Lilith.

The Tale of Lilith.

They call me First Wife. Such a lie! I was simply first.

They name me Hag, Screecher, Vampire, Succubus. Don’t listen to them. The tale has been perverted.

I am Lilith, the ancient and sacred name for the fatal owl with feathers soft as snow.

I am the darkness that balances the light to make Wisdom. The Tree at the center is my home, and my garden is lush and luxuriant and free, fantastic with the growth and death of the living things of this profound and sacred Earth. Who could have brought all this into being? Not a male God, surely. Have you ever heard of a man giving birth?

In this garden that is the heart of the world the Tree of Wisdom grows. Into the branches of the Wisdom-tree was set the slender serpent, as a reminder that renewal can only be had by shedding the old, and as an augury of the irresistible immortality of the Life-force. The fruit of this tree is given to nourish Humanity; for Wisdom and Knowledge are essential in this world. Knowledge, it is true, can bear bitter fruit as well as sweet, but truth must be tasted to awaken growth. So was the Garden made.

That is what I know to be true, for I was there, in the beginning.

But the Story was stolen.

In the new version, Life became Death, Knowledge a Curse, and Woman, who is Mother, became Sin. Pleasure and rightness were beaten back on themselves, to eat away at the soul as a cancer. Sweet innocent sex was forbidden yet coyly acknowledged as irresistible, and when Man inevitably succumbed he was berated and shamed, and Woman was damned for being seductive and beautiful. Curiosity and the thirst for knowledge were savagely punished, and Humanity was severed from the Divine, to live lives of pain and longing.

The infinite color of the world was reduced to Black and White, which were then set at war.

And in their new tales I have become a demon, the faithless first wife of a man made of clay, a night creature that deceives men with joyous cruelty and devours her own children. I would weep, were I not so angry!

And this Earth, this good and beautiful and divine living home, this infinite and ingenious matrix of Life, this holy and precious Paradise we all inhabit, was given to Man to rule over in tyranny, to devour and consume like locusts, until all is exhausted and extinguished, while Woman, who carries the seed of life and renewal, is made a slave.

She who created this has a long memory; do not think She will forget.

Ik ben heel benieuwd, het is een hele tijd geleden dat ik iets in die richting gedaan heb.