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#metoo

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Watching the peripheries of the #metoo shadow purging from the collective undercurrents of silence and I want to acknowledge everyone who shared as it takes tremendous courage to be vulnerable and open to share on such a public platform.
I want to honour the woman, Tarana Burke as she started this conversation many, many moons ago
A necessary and vital conversation to be having.
Why?
Well, it is quite simple

SILENCE IS THE BEST FRIEND OF ABUSE.

and might I add- this silence can eat at the core and lend to continual SELF ABUSE- through unhealthy coping mechanisms.
Sharing your story does not mean you are a victim to it…
Sharing your story allows you the opportunity to unhook from it.
What happened in the past can influence you though it does not have to define you… only YOU get to do that.
So claim your power. Your Sovereign truth and expression
Speaking up, is a courageous act when so many suffer in silence because they can’t see a way out.
Or they’re scared of the backlash
The “victim shaming” and accusations of slander and potential legal ramifications.
I’ve felt this… kinda damned if you do, damned if you dont.
Sometimes it doesnt seem worth going through more pain and trauma from the patriarchal lynch mob tearing at the clothing of your story and pointing fingers at you.
Naked.
Exposed.
Raw.
Though sometimes there is the little whisper inside… that voice that calls you… beckons you to end the silence… not only for yourself- but for the cacophony of internal screams muffled by generation of abusive cycles, trauma bonding and manipulation.
Shame is consuming and self defeating. It is isolating and incredibly heavy on the heart.
This is not your burden to carry on your own… the fact is that you are not the only one- as much as it breaks my heart to say and to be part of.
We speak up and share to create solidarity.
Strength in numbers.
To show others that are in it now… that IT IS NOT OK… NEVER OK… NOT THEIR BURDEN TO CARRY… NOT THEIR SHAME TO HIDE FROM.
This is a problem that connects us all, and that is why SO MANY people, particularly men have been so taken back by this purge.
THE VISIBILITY
The constant barrage of #metoo statuses
A reminder
We are all in this together
So, Lean in
Even if it is uncomfortable
Lean in…
Covering your eyes, ears and mouth IS NOT a wise way.
Ignorance is not bliss
It is ignorance.
When unspoken truths are “hidden” in plain sight of cultural blindness.
Patriarchal numbness.
Emasculation and conflict struggles to find resolution.
The Macro/Microcosms we see how the externalised rape and abuse of our Great Mother reflect the internal firestorm of conflict and power struggle. It is prevalent.
All around and WE ARE ALL CONNECTED TO IT
The veil that once softened the edges, that kept us in a state of denial even though our bodies knew the scope of this… brings the contrast of the shadow into stark light to be examined.
The truth is always revealed.
Energy flows where attention goes.
Let’s go there
Let’s look at this
From the rotten core
The inter-generational trauma has been brewing… and like a volcano- it is erupting from the depths… with tremendous fire- burning through the illusions and creating new land to walk on.
To the liberation and healing on the other side.
There’s some heavy shit going on in the ethers…
And we can turn this shit into compost to nurture our souls soil.
And we can all thrive…
so that no more children are abused.
No more women and men are abused.
NO MORE!
Oh and….AND!!!!
If you have found the path to liberation- when you have alchemised the deep emotional trauma and turned it into medicine- then you kinda have a moral responsibility to hold people in safe embrace to nurture their growth through this.
It is not a time for a “spiritual ass kicking” or shirking the responsibility that lays with a perpetrator onto them as their souls apparently “chose it”
Seriously FUCK OFF with your spiritual bypassing!
Think of the children.
Kindness is needed. Safe space is needed. Deep listening is needed… to allow people to compose the fractured soul pieces of self that sometimes become annihilated through trauma and abuse.
The path to wholeness is in the heart, and trust and kindness of community.
To embody the original blueprint of Love.
To fiercely guard it and show it to others.
Love is…
Donna xx

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A Message to the Warriors of the Mind

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TO THE WARRIORS

Today I want to give a shout out to all the people who are actively participating in changing their mindset and suiting up to battle the black beast!

We all know that sometimes the biggest battles are the ones that no one can see- they are silent internal struggles that are often between life and death- quite literally.

So to those warriors who wake up everyday in battle armour and are fighting the good fight to reclaim safe space inside, to simply feel at home and peace inside your mind and body YOUR ARE AMAZING!!!!

Please know that each day you say YES to being here, the darkness inside loses power over you. I wish for you all to be surrounded by loving compassionate support as you navigate the gauntlet of this hellish experience.

I wish that that black dog bites itself in the arse and fucks right off from pissing on your mind and tainting your perception of how powerful and beautiful you are! I wish that you get to experience the beauty and joy of this world with eyes full of wonder and I wish that this is to become your reality sooner rather than later.

I wish that your suffering up until now serves a deeper purpose- that it becomes integrated medicine of lessons to help shape your soul, deepening your journey and ability to connect with others who are in the thick of it, so that we may all walk each other home.

The only way out is through it and I hope that you have access the necessary support- or begin to ask questions as to what you might need to get through this.

Silence is the best friend of Abuse- this means self-abuse also… the mind parasite that tells you that you dont’ matter- that no one cares, feeds off your self-isolation to validate its program- so you keep feeding it.

I wholeheartedly believe that when we begin to understand how the brain works, from a neurological and psychological perspective, we arm ourselves weapons that penetrate the false characters of Self that are created by ways of adapting to the parasitic mindset that hijacks our Spirit. We begin to understand the imprints from past trauma and remember glimpses of ourselves when we truly felt at whole.

BUT IT’S EXHAUSTING AND IT’S CONSTANT WORK!!!!

Adopting the archetype of the Warrior (as opposed to the Worrier) helps us claim a facet of ourselves back from the program and imprint of depression- as we are not that diagnosis- we are experiencing symptoms of it… in this way when we separate Self from a diagnosis we claim Sovereignty of our experience, which puts US back in the driver’s seat… and even though it might seem like s dismal piece of power- it is OURS!

I find it really important to envision ourselves in complete control of our mental faculties- even when we feel out of alignment- with the correct support and help we can trust ourselves to make conscious choices- that being that we are actually making a choice from our Highest Self- that is aware of all parts existing and takes responsibility for the consequences of our actions.

To anyone that is on this journey I want you to know that there are people out there thats have the ability to see beyond the mask that you project- and that they truly do love and want the best for you. They can empathise with the journey whilst not judging your for undesirable behaviours as a consequence of the war inside.

KNOW THAT YOU ARE NOT ALONE!

This is the parasitic trick and is so alluring and enticing to bring your thoughts back to that place… BE VIGILANT in guarding and protecting your mindset- It might mean that you have to let go of friends and family that are not helping you break this cycle…

Relationships become casualties when you are embarking on the hero’s journey to claim Sovereignty and safeguarding your Mental Health- and absolutely necessary to surround yourself with people that are GENUINE, REAL, HONEST and have your best interests at heart- because you have shared with them the vision you are anchored to embody of yourself.

If we begin to protect our internal realms from the poisons that so often distract us from our path, then we begin to set firm boundaries for ourselves.

When we change our “story” we begin to change the way people relate to us.

Transformational and indeed RADICAL CHANGE IS POSSIBLE IF WE CAN OPEN UP TO THE POSSIBILITIES AND ACCEPT THAT AS A VERY REAL OPPORTUNITY AVAILABLE TO US RIGHT NOW!

Warriors show us that there is an incorruptible strength of Spirit within… that’s why you’re still here- so invest that strength in challenging your mind- the parasitic thoughts that tell you bullshit stories about yourself to bring you down. DOWNRIGHT REFUSE TO BELIVE THE LIES ANY LONGER… and seek a different outcome. Even if you don’t believe it yet- CHALLENGE this parasitic entity that plays with your mind… DRAW YOUR SWORDS…the more you realise how strong and resilient you truly are, to have battles so long- the more you begin to harness your power back, and starve the black beast from the fear it fuels itself into existence.

The true path of the Warrior is to know the battle game- the fight so as to not have to engage in conflict in the first place.

The Solution is in the Problem… so USE YOUR MIND to adapt strategy to help forge a new path- in turn forging new neural pathways in the brain to steer you in a direction of health and vitality!

YOU’VE GO THIS!!!

I BELIEVE IN YOU!

A Very Homely Freebirth

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A Very Homely Freebirth

I first felt our child come through in my dreaming before Jay and I were even together as adults (I’ll share our story another time. I’ve decided to skip all the back story and focus just on the birth as our story really needs it’s own space to dance upon the page… perhaps a book. It was all a bittersweet mess really.

But now, life is loving and kind.

Lucah Belle’s Freebirth Story.

I met her in a dream. I think I was around 7months pregnant when I saw her face- she was wrapped in cloth in a carrier, with dark hair. She had a full face and little squinty eyes. She reminded me of an Inuit baby.

It was the middle of a hot and humid North Queensland summer, the kind where the air as thick and the sun bites. Where you escape to freshwater creeks for solace- or the shower if your pipes don’t heat up. My usual trick was to shower under the cold tap and then starfish naked under the fan! This was my first summer baby and in all honesty the later part of the pregnancy sucked! It really took its toll on my body with low blood pressure and swollen, puffy ankles. I was craving ice intensely… crunching ice was so satisfying- I was addicted to the sensation of crunching it, literally cups of it… I started consuming more than what I could produce with my ice cube trays in the freezer and so I started buying bags of it.

It was when a dear sister came over to henna my belly that she shared wisdom with respects to that being a sign of anemia…I had never heard of that. So off I go to get my bloods… YEP! Borderline again.

Labour

At 39 weeks pregnant I woke up in the morning to a sharp contraction that lasted about 30 seconds or more. I had been having Braxton hicks for a couple weeks, but this was a real contraction… the ones that feel like deep uterine cramping that start from the lower back and span around to the front like a hug that grips you from this inside- except it’s not really warm and friendly.

I was expecting to go “over” as I did with my 2 previous pregnancies, carrying to term at 40+10 and 40+11 weeks.

In the previous weeks I had lost my mucous plug, and then another at around 38 weeks. I knew my cervix was ripening and upon self examination, I had started to dilate, as with my other births, I dilate quite a bit before I have a bloody show. Nothing much happened for the rest of the morning, perhaps another random long contraction around 9am. I was feeling quite energized and started to get stuck into out domestic duties…

You know that whole nesting thing!

I began gernying (high pressure hose cleaning) the back deck from random leftover bits of playdough, whilst Jay was out mowing and after he had a shower, we both sat down on the couch to relax.

He turned and said,

“Well, I’d say that was a rather productive day!”

We decided we would spend the rest of the day chilling out and watching movies.

Just after lunchtime I went to lay down with Maia in my room so I could have a nap too.

Something in me knew that I was in pre-labour… but I’m not sure if I really wanted to be.

Based off my last “post date” pregnancies, I really wasn’t expecting anything for a couple weeks. At 39 weeks my dream of a spontaneous labour was about to become realised.

Laying in my bed, I text my mother who was 4hrs away, that I had had a contraction although nothing was regular yet, and that I would know within the hour if it was Prodromal Labor, and if she should get in the car to come up. The very loose plan was that she would come up for the birth, to photograph and to help with the girls. I say loose in the fact that I had become a little bit complacent with the fact that I was nearly full term, with this being my third baby and second freebirth, I was still expecting to go post term, in the peak of a very hot Australian Summer.

Needless to say I didn’t get to have a nap with Maia, it had become apparent that I was in pre-labour as I had another contraction laying in bed with her. I couldn’t rest my mind from the “Am I in labour?” Chatter… Handy hint… it usually means you’re in labour!

I came out of the bedroom with a smile on my face, looked at Jay and said

“So… I’m pretty sure we are going to have a Valentine’s day baby!”

Of all days…

By this stage its after 1pm. And we start setting up. My contractions are still irregular, but there is no mistaking them. I contact Auraura’s dad to bring her home, as she wanted to be there for and witness the birth, just as she was for her sister Maia.

Maia woke up super cranky- as she does most days if it’s in between sleep cycles. I am in no position to lay with her and settle her, so I tell her that Auraura will be home soon and that they can watch a movie. Bless her little heart, but she was incredibly whiney and clingy for the rest of the afternoon, obviously sensing the changes taking place, but not sure on how to deal… that and she’s 2.5years old.

Auraura arrived home and I greeted her out the front during contractions. They’re about 20mins apart by that stage. We go inside and I settle the girls on the couch so that I can focus on setting up my birth space inside the Womb Temple, while Jay tends to the birth pool. We knew what was happening though there was no stress or need to rush. Even though we weren’t really set up, we had everything we needed waiting.

I decided to make popcorn for the girls. Jay was laughing at me and filming as I’m having contractions near the stove. This would’ve been one of those risky jobs to palm off… especially with cranky Maia… some jobs only mummy can do! That day… it was popcorn!

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I begin to settle into the Womb Temple.

Then It becomes known that Auraura’s father’s car had broken down in the driveway and needs a jumpstart. So Jay goes out to give him a hand. Auraura’s other little sister comes cruising inside trying to find the other girls- as much as I love her, it was not a good time for her to be in my space as the contractions had set in.

It felt like so much was happening to take my focus out of the moment… like oh, don’t mind me… I’m just having a baby over here!

After they left, I felt my space settle into stillness.

I began to Smudge the room and start singing her in. I felt to get my drum but for some reason, that didn’t happen.

I began to tune into my womb, to baby and then into my heart to send out my calling, to all my sisters birthing in that moment… taking my place in the grand thread and tapestry of birth shamans, becoming the sacred bridge between worlds.

I was now on Birth’s doorstep= about to cross the threshold.

Birth: Active labour begins

My hips begin to sway, as I time my contractions, I can feel myself dropping. Activating the spiral, moving hips, breathing in slowly and becoming deeply anchored in my breath. I sense that I am approaching transition. I love my body and how she speaks to me, letting me know what I need to do in the moment to support her needs in opening the gateway.

I slowly get into the bath just on transition- I am now listening to my body wisdom, breathing into oneness of all life- everything that exists in the peaceful presence of this perfect moment. I am still, calm and in deep surrender.  There is a swirling of energy, a quickening and grounding, I become heavy in an ecstatic way- everything is fluid, I am still and centred, wading in the warm water.

I wait for her to tell me she is ready.

I call to her in the ethers.

I am ready now baby girl, Mama is ready now.

As the waves of intensity crash over me and through my body, my focus is drawn to softening my jaw. Allowing my exhale to soften the bodies response to tense. I breathe deeply and soften. Opening wider. My body spikes with adrenalin as the familiar feeling of my pelvis opening.

I feel baby descend into the pelvis, down into the birth canal.

I am simply breathing and witnessing my child birth herself.

Everything is so beautifully still and serene.

I feel the pressure on my sacrum as baby descends and without saying a word, Jay intuitively placed his big, warm hands on lower back applying counter pressure. My heart swells with love for this man. He can read me. He’s just there… totally tuned in, totally with me. He’s got me, and for the first time I feel myself totally surrender into the energy of the Beloved.

That feeling of being safe and so completely supported. This is a holy moment of union. Sacred and transcends all words.

Then, like in waves of piercing distraction, little Maia rushes in and out of the space. She needs mummy, and I simply can not meet her emotional needs with a baby sitting in my vagina. I offer the children to have free reign of the house, to use any sheets they can find and they could turn the whole house into a giant cubby- whatever so long as they let me be for atleast another 20mins.

I remind myself not to get cross with her… shes only 2,5yrs

resting in a wide legged squat, I feel down and notice that familiar feeling.

Bulging forewaters… again.

I prepare myself and gather my strength for what’s to come.

From the outside, I may be super still, calm and quiet… I may make birth look easy- but I can tell you that Labour is exactly that… it’s hard work and your body is tested to the extremes!

My mind is laser focused.

POP- there go the membranes- not as intensely as Maia’s, though similar in the sense that the contractions picked up speed and intensity with no reprieve.

I feel the descent into birth canal and as she crowns I actively engage and use my pelvic muscles to hold her, suspending her and allowing my perineum to stretch. I have to command my energy to enable the birth pause…  It’s hard to breath, the air is thick and humid and the heat from the warm water is almost unbearable- I shift my face to find a cool breeze. I relax and soften as the contractions subside, and then feel this “slip” and it feels as though she goes back up. A contraction comes and she’s right there, crowning again.

As I birth the head, I can feel my bowels releasing a couple nuggets into the pool hehhee. It’s such an odd feeling- birthing and shitting at the same time, but there’s so much pressure in that whole area it surprises me that many women don’t know this about birth, and it does serve a purpose. That’s a great thing about water births too- less mess!

You know it’s so hard to describe the fact that here was such a calmness inside the intensity, like it was so quick, but this internal serenity took the edge off and it was all just so beautiful, and blissful. So natural and totally normal.

One more contraction and baby was birthed into Jay’s hands

he passed her to me as I awkwardly turned around and then lifted my leg to claim our new daughter.

Then the energy shifted…

and there is that moment…

THAT moment, where the fabric of space and time feel so fragile… where everything, your whole world could collapse in a silent moment

Everything comes to a halt!

Breathe baby…..

BREATHE…

And this plump purple fleshy being of love incarnate takes its first breathe…

Life begins outside the womb

Life as a family begins

Life as a mother of 3 daughters

All the waiting, wishing, wondering collapses with my relaxing shoulders as I cradle our daughter in my arms and I am reborn as a Mother… Bringing her to my chest for the first time. welcoming her home…

Lucah.

In my heart I thank the unspoken guild that I have now transitioned through.

And cheekily say,

“Happy Valentines day baybee” to her father.

We have a moment and as if perfectly timed, Auraura and Maia come into the Womb Temple to greet their new little sister.

Auraura told be she felt the exact moment that Lucah was born and then bought Maia in.

I got out of birth pool to birth the placenta… this is to monitor any blood loss, as I was borderline anemic, so there was a risk of hemorrhage.

The placenta was birthed within 5 mins although part of the sac was still caught inside, I was unsure if the placenta had come away fully and if that was the reason the membranes were still inside. After about 5 mins I asked jay to call my local independent midwife just to make sure, she gave me the all clear to tug on it. An odd sensation but it released with another small gush of blood into the placenta bowl. As another Lotus Birth (not full Lotus- we cut the cord about 4.5hrs later as it was Summer, there were lots of flies around so it wan’t ideal- I also decided to print the placenta this time to create an artistic keepsake)

We bonded for about an hour without any need to move. We were comfortable, safe and content. I looked at this beautiful and healthy baby girl and then realised she was exactly how I dreamed of her!

So yes, that was a rather productive day!

Maternity photos by Chanel Baran

The Birth Shaman

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The Birth Shaman

Maia Lily’s Free Birth Story

Grab a cuppa… this will be another long journey… This has quite a bit of a back story to bring the whole journey into context- I had been so hesitant to share it online that this has been sitting as a draft for over a year and a half…  so if you are not interested in the story, feel free to scroll down to the Labour/ Birth part.

In 2012, After the unofficial opening of InfinitUS, I took my mother on a journey to connect back with her roots in Melbourne, as a way of honouring her and all of her unwavering support. That’s a huge story in itself and one for another time perhaps. I mention it as the journey coincided with a Peruquois workshop where I felt the energy of my second daughter come through (and realised that the wombSong work that I had intuitively discovered was a “real” thing)…

I called through my Womb Song, “Ashama”- it was a name (or perhaps just how I heard it tonally) that was chanted in part of one of Peru’s songs- When I sang, it felt like I was calling to HER… and immediately I felt my heart burst wide…

I had received a new daughter in the Astral Realms.

When I returned from the trip I told my Adam (ASM- my partner at the time) that there was a baby girl that wanted to come through. We had discussed having children and even though I was ready, I didn’t want to push him and there was absolutely no rush. The perfect time would present itself… and that it did.

2012 was an EPIC year for me.

My father passed away in January.

ASM was stuck in the USA with Visa issues for a few months.

I was working with crew to help realise the EntheonGaia Festival in Cairns.

A couple weeks after that, we were officially opening InfinitUS- Australias first Visionary Art Gallery- with the “Divine Align” Exhibition which showcased aprox 40 different visionary artists from around the world. This all happened shortly after the Solar Eclipse, and Global Elders Gathering in November, followed by a week long intensive Visionary Art Course at our house titled, “Charting the See” with Amanda Sage. We were so busy!

I was on Implanon for most of that year, which was not something that I was pleased about. It did however lead to me finding out about the male contraceptive which is been trialed in India. About time! I had the implant when it was in its trial stages. I was 15 and never had a period until I the hormones started to wear off nearing the completion of its 3rd year. Needless to say as a young girl I was happy that I didn’t have the “burden” my monthly cycle. This time around though, after being a mother, and coming to the realisation of how sacred menses is, I was really upset that it was my best option at the time.

I didn’t know about IUD’s then and I was not interested in the pill.

Being a passionate lover and HIGHLY FERTILE… I knew the main responsibility… unfortunately rested in my hands… and considering I had used this method before, it seemed the most convenient.

The day I went to see my wonderful GP I felt so angry inside… Hard to explain really… but on a soul level I really didn’t want to be doing this… but I kinda HAD to I guess… I bruised more than I did the first time, and I had nerve damage in my arm for around 3months. It was such an odd sensation of numbness. The body didn’t receive the implant like it did the first time… I guess as a mature woman, my hormones are different, and really when I think of it, I didn’t even want it in.

My body was talking… and I was listening.

I kept spotting for weeks. I had weird irregular cycles that didn’t shed lining properly. I felt like I was all out of whack.

I wanted it out! So I discussed this with ASM and we agreed that I would get it removed.

One month later I was pregnant.

I remember the night of conception very clearly. I could feel something brewing around us. Everything felt so good… too good.

2 weeks after conception was the EntheonGaia festival.

I worked tirelessly as the Arts Manager with lots of organising and site inspections, timetable planning, allocating space, meetings, etc.

Behind the scenes, event management and festivals are freaking hard work to bring to fruition for public enjoyment.

I collaborated on a potent and powerful opening ceremony with 3 other beautiful medicine women, 2 present male fire-keepers, 4 gorgeous elemental goddesses, and a wonderful couple holding space in ceremonial Aztec dance. Not one, but TWO rainbow spectral anomalies appeared in the sky.

As the gatekeeper for West, and the element of water, I only saw one which appeared as a small strobe of colour in the only fragment of cloud in the sky… the other was a massive circular “sun-dog” around the mid morning sun.

Mythic.

Shortly after we anointed and welcomed all festival attendees and the ceremony has come to completion, I felt really strange and went back to my tent and passed out for a couple hours. I thought it was sunstroke… but in hindsight realise it was because I was pregnant and didn’t know at the time.

After Entheongaia, the plan was to head out to the massive Solar Eclipse festival. For some reason I had a very strong feeling to not go… it was a very clear “No” from inside my body. I couldn’t really justify it at the time and expressed to ASM that I was not going to go. We were both booked to exhibit and present. I was also helping with the Global Elders Gathering in Yarrabah at the time and it was if there was a split… and I had to choose what “world” I wanted to invest in.

It was one of those initiations where you are tested on your moral standing.

I chose to support the Elders Gathering.

I had been down to the Yarrabah site helping to build shelters for the Indigenous elders, and felt welcomed by the land. On day 2 of the gathering I drove down with a boot load of blankets and bedding from my linen press, and when I arrived I was hit really hard with an energetic feeling of what I can only describe of not being “welcome” which I felt was rather odd… It was if I was being told that I was not supposed to be there.

I went back to Kuranda and processed what this mean to me.

The next day I sat in a Cacao ceremony with some close friends and had this feeling of fullness in my womb. I even said that I felt pregnant, and I was jokingly mocked by ASM and a couple others.

A couple days later, with my little car packed, I had planned to drive back to the Elders Gathering and set up camp in time for the Solar Eclipse. I didn’t get far- My car broke down in Kuranda. The “Harmonic Resonator” needed to be fixed.

Hilarious.

Drinking the cacao bought up some stuff for me, and I really felt like ending the relationship with ASM. I had started to feel trapped and although I couldn’t put my finger on it at the time, had a feeling that this “dream” was indeed a fabrication of a desire and yearning, and that the actuality of our relationship was far from meeting that standard.

I questioned marriage, and blind-devotion.

I felt trapped and restricted in the relationship. I felt like I was I was dragging a lead weight.

I admitted that I was confused and that I wasn’t sure if I wanted this. I felt like running away… admitting that I was scared and that I could feel that a lot of my shit… my wounds were surfacing. I owned it the whole way, openly and honestly, and it hurt.

Cacao has this amazing ability to create clarity with the subconscious stirrings, to give voice to the emotional undercurrents clearly. Atleast that is my experience of this plant medicine. We forged through this difficult time for 3 days around the eclipse…

ASM stopped talking to me.

A lot of pain was surfacing. As honesty is one of my core values, I was owning where I was at, even though it was hard to express. It felt like we were a rubber band being stretched to breaking point… I honestly thought the band was going to snap… and I was ready for the aftermath… Ready to call it quits and tell him to move back to the USA… but it didn’t.

Something pulled us back together in union.

Two days later we opened the Gallery.

I was having dreams and I knew I was pregnant.

That was an interesting time with what ended up being a massive house party.

In the morning I awoke to around 20 hippies and free-loaders that I didn’t know… lounging around in my house, coming down of who know’s what drugs (I went to bed early as that wasn’t my scene anymore) helping themselves to food/coffee… It was Sunday, I had shopping and a few others things to do to prepare for the week long workshop the next day.

Being an ambivert… I felt like I had no place in my own home. There were people everywhere.. People that I did not know… that had no permission to stay. Trippers sprawled out throughout the house, deck and garden. Smoking, drinking you name it. I was livid. ASM was still asleep (as usual) I snuck into the gallery to finalise a few things that I needed to do for the day. A young couple saw me and asked for my wifi password. The nerve! I was quite firm and told them no they can not have access to my wifi..

In my head I was like.

“Who the fuck are you people, why are you in my house?”

After that I announced (firmly but kindly) to everyone that they had 30mins to accumulate their belongings, and leave my property. After everyone had left there was this eerie silence… stillness… I could breathe… I knew I had to go and get a pregnancy test to confirm my suspicions.

And so I did.

When I returned home from my morning errands, the house was still quiet, ASM was still asleep. I went into the toilet… and very sneakily unwrapped the test packet as if to not wake him… strange I know. The test was confirmed.

Ashama was conceived.

An hour or so after ASM woke up I asked him to join me on the couch and I shared the news. He was shocked… and was uncertain if this was the best timing.

Now those who know me know that I am not one for abortions, that is to say its not an experience that I ever wish experience personally. Though with age and wisdom on my side, after becoming a mother, I was more open to the idea.

I expressed this to ASM, saying this was a statement as to how much I love and respect him, that I would never want to pressure him into something he is not completely ready for. That out of respect and love I would terminate if that’s what he wanted… if he wasn’t ready.

I expressed that I was unsure of what the journey would be like after that and due to our recent tension, was unsure how such an event would impact our relationship and if we’d make it though but I was willing to journey together through whatever comes our way. To weather the emotions storms. I told him I was around 80% sure of continuing with the pregnancy, he said he was around 60%.

I told him to have a serious think about what becoming a (biological) father means to him and to let me know what he decides. I expressed that after being a single mum I did not want to experience that again on my own, that I wanted the father to claim his child, as a conscious choice, so that he would really… really WANT it, and thus being excited about the pregnancy because it was something he wanted, not something that was happening to him or that he didn’t have a choice in the matter.

In my romanticised and physco-spiritual view I thought that claiming that choice for ones own journey would make a man step up into the role of dad and all the responsibilities that come with it. Then our first student arrived. The conversation was put on pause for now. 4 days passed and we had a house full of students. I was busy preparing all the meals for our attendees and cleaning up afterwards… I had underestimated how demanding such a role was to be… made even more difficult by my situation, being so exhausted at 6 weeks pregnant and not knowing if I should plug in and connect with this child… as I didn’t want to connect too much on the emotional side if we were to terminate.

This was very traumatic for me psychologically… topped of with feeling like I was not able to talk about it to anyone.

Those 4 days passed so slowly… I felt really strange in my body… unsure of my future, I felt like I was left dangling in space with no safety lines.

Thursday was my official entry into my Saturn Return. I turned 28 and had a small celebration with everyone attending the course. The days/nights were long… Being my birthday, ASM finished up his role earlier that night and joined my in our room which had become my solace as we had a house full of guests. We were laying in bed talking about how the workshop was going and how intense everything had been lately. I was looking into his eyes, hanging, waiting for him to connect with me on that deeper level.

He mentioned earlier that he had a birthday gift for me and then quite strangely looked into my eyes and said “Yes” I honestly didn’t know what he was talking about. I replied “Yes?” in a questioning manner, as if saying “What does that mean” He said it again softly and directly… “Yes”… I just looked at him and then the moment came when we discussed bringing our child into the world. To me it felt strange as if the “Yes” was meant to be my birthday present… as if this was the ultimate gift for me to celebrate. I was perplexed… I had hardly had any connection with him over 4 days, no talk about the pregnancy and then the night of my birthday suddenly it was a “Yes?”

He then said he was certain that this was his “path with heart” and that he felt this way all along, he was just testing ME to see if this is what I really wanted…

I looked at him in utter shock… and then punched him in the arm not hard, just to prove my disdain… and said something in the like of,

What the fuck? Don’t you EVER do anything like to me ever again…

He was perplexed…

I was fucking furious… in my mind.. and perhaps I verbalized some of this, I can’t remember now but I was like

“How fucking dare you… 4 days… 4 fucking days i’ve been dealing with this alone… not a word… not a hint of connection to this journey… you said you were 60% sure in the beginning and now you’re telling me you knew all along…you fucking arsehole”

I cried, I vented, I was confused hurt and disoriented… He said a lot of eloquent and beautiful words… he always had a way with words. Deep down I intuitively felt that he wasn’t ready but I trusted him and his words.

Fast forward 5 months and I had been connecting very strongly with this baby. We had affectionately called it “Zenith” because I felt a very strong energy in my womb and knew that I had received my boys name years before. This baby was very funny… I would often find myself tuning in and giggling.. like we were giggling together, I would rub my belly and say “Oh, you’re so funny” There was a certain element of cheekiness and joyfulness to this baby. A stark contrast from Auraura.

It was around this stage that I started to immerse myself more fully into my work as a Sacred Feminine Mentor. I had realised that my energy was best served in this role than it was as a visionary artist, as ASM had that covered and I did not have the time (whilst rearing children) to be the artist that I wanted to be. I kept tuning into this baby, who by now I was certain was a girl… Ashama… She was a very strong and wise soul who pushed me very strongly into this work… which at the time I was scared to step into… putting myself out there… to be seen, so to speak.

The messages I was receiving from my womb were more of a kick up the ass… saying,

“Mama.. this is what you need to be doing in the world, stop fluffing around… step up…do it…”

I planned my first intensive workshop titled “Seeding the Circle of the Sisterhood” part of which I trialed work that I had received from my dreaming, the most potent and powerful journeywork being WombSong… which was reminiscent to what was validated when I did the Peruquois workshop, where Ashama was conceived and received in my dreaming. This happened shortly after ASM and I were married. I won’t go into that story cos that’s an epic one! HA!

I was 7 months pregnant at the time and I still remember the moment when I had to sing, I was so scared and so nervous. It was my first time, women had invested money into this journey. Two sisters had flown up from Sydney to work with me… I paced the circle for what seemed like eternity… until a little voice told me to trust… to Jump mama… just do it… and that is perhaps one of the most potent gifts from the pregnancy, the complete alignment with the Wise Wombman… claiming my role as facilitator and mentor… feeling the fear and doing it anyways. What transpired afterwards changed me forever. A deeply shamanic journey for myself and the 13 women present, held in the loving graceful presence of my full womb. It felt like I bEarthed myself that day.

Healing

My body responds well to pregnancy, in that I am lucky to not suffer from any morning sickness, swelling, stretchmarks etc.

At the time, ASM was completely consumed by his Music Video project. It was a challenging time for me as he was working around the clock on a project that had no income stream aside from a kickstarter crowd-funding campaign that he was going to set up. He worked long hours and I had to trust his vision of what he told me was going to be the “greatest music video ever made”

Trust…

As I began to ripen in my pregnancy I started to feel the disconnection between myself, baby and ASM.

I felt so alone in the journey and how huge this transition was going to be.

It seemed like his project was more important than becoming a father for the first time… he was glued to the computer.

I held my tongue for a while and just focused on preparing for my homebirth.

At 38 weeks I still didn’t have a solid birth plan in place. I had tuned in with baby and expressed how I wanted to free-birth at home… I felt so completely clear and grounded on that journey, though I was very respectful of ASM’s journey being a first time dad and mentioned we would hire an independent midwife if he felt it would ease his anxiety about not having any medical professionals present. I met up with a local midwife and still didn’t feel like it was necessary. The money wasn’t even an issue, it was more of a feeling of I am meant to do this in complete trust.

My Blessing ceremony was really beautiful. It was the same day the turquoise birth pool was delivered to the house by a local woman. The pool had held safe passage for a few local homebirth babes, and I was honoured to be able to join in that circle. I had a beading ceremony and also one to initiate Auraura into “Big Sisterhood”, we shared stories and food and my belly was Henna’d by Henna Temple Cairns. After the pool was positioned into the birthing room- the same room of conception we all gathered around and sung the space, ASM and I sat inside the pool and everyone placed their hands around and started drumming…

I felt the birthing vortex start to open.

The following weeks I was in the birth space every day, setting and preparing the space, singing, dancing, meditating, reading and sleeping.

This was going to transcend the function of the room, it was going to be a portal to an enigmatic realm… and I was the guardian of the gate…

The sacred bridge.

The Birth Shaman.

I still felt so alone on my journey and it surfaced a lot of hurt.

I felt abandoned and neglected by my husband in a time of need. It surfaced a lot of trust issues which became apparent as I was overdue.

With full intent I kept anchoring the birthing space, singing, belly dancing, calling baby in, I could feel the “Birthing vortex” opening and swirling around my head over the tub…

Everything was in place…

Everything was ready.

I was walking everyday, taking evening primrose internally and orally, having sex regularly for the prostaglandin to ripen the cervix… everything I could do to facilitate this birth.

I had organized two Doulas to be present for the birth, just to hold the outside space. One was a local medicine woman with potent herbal wisdom, the other a Birth into Being Practitioner.

There were a few Galactic alignments leading up to the birth and one particular night during a 3 day Cosmic alignment, we went into ceremony to naturally induce baby with Blue/black Cohosh.

I journey for the next 24hrs with the prepared tinctured, sitting on the grass in stillness calling baby in…

I was having a lot of Braxton Hicks and was excited about potentially having a baby by morning thinking it may be prodromal labour…

NOTHING!!!

It was getting to the point where I was SO READY for baby to come… but nothing was happening… and I knew it was an energetic block.

I tuned into baby and knew it was from “Papa”

I had bitten my tongue for so long, felt like I was fulfilling my duty as a “supportive wife” trusting my husband’s work, purpose and process… but I started to feel blocked…

So I approached ASM one night in his studio, very firmly and expressed how I was feeling, how I felt that he wasn’t connected, how this is such a sacred time and some of the most important work he will EVER do in his life as he prepares to become a father…. I told him I needed his complete presence, that I could feel a blockage and it was coming from me not feeling safe or supported.

I was over his music video… Over it consuming his time and energy… over feeling like I was doing it alone… feeling like being a birthing Mother was unimportant.

That night he came into the birth room for perhaps the first time with intention…

It brought up a lot of my stuff…

I expressed to him I didn’t feel safe with him to be fully vulnerable in labour… I didn’t trust him to be able to step up and support me and so I felt like I was “holding on” and I didn’t want to feel that.

I expressed how I was scared that if anything happened during labour, birth, postpartum etc that I felt he wouldn’t be able to help in an emergency as he didn’t have his license (which I had requested he obtain years ago) and that this weighed on me.

All of my insecurities came up at the Birthing Doorway… in this vulnerable space… Although I felt like I had expressed myself honestly and respectfully, it wasn’t received very well… and he stopped talking to me for a while.

There were lots of tears, lots of healing…

I share this back story as a reminder that any subconscious pain or unresolved tension that is not addressed and healed beforehand, WILL SHOW UP at the doorstep of birth.

Labour

I continued to go for long walks everyday and meet with my midwife. I found out that I was classed as “High Risk” because I had chosen to freebirth.

This felt like an injustice and only gave rise to the birth activist in me. Even Though I had made a conscious choice to freebirth I did not do so naively. I had a lot of systems in place in the event of an emergency. The local Ambulance as well as the Cairns one were notified of my decision to freebirth at home and were on standby in case of emergency with a request to take me to Mareeba Hospital, unless the paramedics assessed the situation and would make the executive decision to transfer me to Cairns Base Hospital. I knew all the risks involved in birthing at home, and still felt safe and secure in a deep internal knowing that everything was going to be fine.

I had absolutely no fear. I had birthed before, I knew the language, I was familiar with the space and knew what to do. It almost felt like I was guided to claim that choice, to be an example and show that it is possible to birth safely and naturally at home.

I had been having contractions for a couple of days but no physical sensation to the tightening, though they were visible.

The morning of 40+10days, I went for a checkup with my Midwife and requested a stretch and sweep… as I did with Auraura. After my appointment I also went and saw a local Bowen Therapist who specialized in natural induction.

I had a rest when I got home and went for another walk. I started cramping.

By late afternoon I had a show. The sweep and inductions worked… The ball was rolling, baby was coming.

No contractions.

I felt like pre-labour was commencing and with the wisdom garnered from my last pregnancy, decided to rest. Since I had decided to homebirth, My mother, Mother in Law and my close sister and Birth Support were requested to keep the space clear, that meant no visits unless asked, as I had begun to get overwhelmed with naturally playing “hostess” to guests. Auraura was staying with her dad.

It was a challenge for me to express myself as I was just learning how to be assertive in my needs. I had a lovely meal that night and ASM and I decided to watch a bizarre foreign film. I wasn’t actually interested in it and tried my hardest to stay awake… Eventually I drifted off to sleep after midnight.

I awoke around 4:30 am to the beginning of contractions.

I got up, made myself some raisin toast and just sat in stillness, knowing all too well that I had crossed over the threshold of the Birthing Doorway and into the sacred rite of passage.

I emailed my father in law and let him know that labour had begun and that he would be hearing about the birth of his first grandchild soon. He did not come over with ASM mother, so it felt like a nice way to include him on this big life change.

I greeted the dawn in silence with a sense of purpose and clarity.

I then started to fill the birth pool.

ASM was still sleeping…

Part of me didn’t want to wake him…

I felt like I could labour and give birth on my own in silence… and present him with his child as he woke up.

It crossed my mind and I laughed to myself… then I felt that it would be disrespectful to do that.

Labour had started to set in and I began timing the contractions which progressed from 20 min apart- to 12, 7, 5 and 3. At around 6:30am I sent a message to Rachel to start singing baby in. I’m not sure if it actually sent as it was a very surreal experience trying to write a text message whilst in labour. Haha.

At approx 8:30 after the birth pool was pretty much set up, I went into the room where Adam was still fast asleep. I labored at the end of the bed, moaning deeply but gently… He didn’t wake up. The contractions started to become more physically intense and sharp… I was coming into Transition. I called for Adam to wake up… telling him it was time.

I entered my birth space and labored outside of the pool for a while while ASM fumbled around setting up the music. The contractions were intensifying and I got into the warm water. It was the middle of winter so I kept a singlet on. This labour was different from my last as it was very “in body” very physical… very clear, whereas with Aurura I was hallucinating and being flooded with what I can only describe as a full DMT hit- in and out of this reality… birth just happened to me.

 With this birth, I could feel everything, I could feel baby, the parameters of the room, the house, the town, the birth field/grid where I was connected to all other laboring mothers in that moment. I felt like I was communicating in a sacred, unspoken realm…I could feel the enmeshment and fragility of life. I could feel mothers that had just lost their babies, lost their lives, mothers in both pain and bliss… it was all there… all apparent… I was connected to something much bigger than me… Pure, Sacred and Whole. 

In that moment, I became the Birth Shaman, travelling all dimensions to receive my child, to bring baby through the Sacred Bridge safely. Guided by the wisdom of all Mothers that have walked and birthed before me. The web was crystalline and such a gift to experience and witness. In those moment of being in this Sacred portal, I received wisdom that I was requested to share with pregnant women to prepare them for the journey and to claim the Sacred Birthing ways of Initiation. Deepening into Wombman.

These precious moments of connection were interrupted by being offering frozen juice ice cubes, and being asking questions which frustrated me immensely… as I had expressed to how I birth and what space I needed to be held for me. Still I had compassion though- this was a new experience for him.

I remember the moment when I realised I needed someone else to hold space in the room… It wasn’t that I needed help… I needed an anchor and although he did the best job he could in being supportive, I felt that my husband did not offer that grounded presence of strength and I needed him in the pool with me, applying counter pressure to my back- and I also needed someone else’s hands to hold.

The Birth Supports were called and arrived soon after. As my Medicine Woman arrived, she asked me how I was doing, I looked up at her and she scanned me with her deep eyes, knowing it was all happening. She asked to check my bum (as during labour a redish/purple line appears which can help to measure dilation) I was in a full state of immobilisation as the adrenalin was surging through my body as my pelvis was opening to let baby’s head pass through.

I reached down and told her I was “crowning”

I squeezed her hands through contractions. The labour was so internal and I was very quiet and peaceful within. Breathing with full presence and intention. I allowed my body to do the work and was simply breathing baby down. I kept repeating (not sure if out loud or internal) that,

“we are ready to receive you baby, you are so loved, we are here, we are ready”

 

A few moments later I felt a familiar sensation… I reached down again to feel inside my vagina and realised what was happening. Unable to really speak I managed to pant,

“Bulging… Forewaters”

I let my Doula know and kept breathing deeply. Consciously relaxing my jaw and throat, softening my mouth and relaxing into my body. I could feel the womb’s natural “fetal ejection response” so intensely. It was such a profound sensation. Surreal

My body and baby were doing all the work. I was a vessel… The Sacred Bridge.

I remember going to my dreaming space and “collecting” my child and walking baby through a dimensional gateway. Claiming my role as The Birth Shaman.

Then with a backup of intense surging pressure the membranes burst with a BANG! and set a ripple through the pool.. because I was in a wide legged squat and so open… the impact felt like it rippled through my entire being. Like the universe had just ripped through me in multi-dimensional waves. A nanosecond after the rupture I remember thinking,

“Holy fuck… here we go”

It was an intensely wild ride feeling my baby descend upon its short journey down the birth canal. It felt like there was no reprieve between contractions… Baby wanted out.. the F.E.R was so strong it felt like the birth was happening way too fast and I had to summon all my strength to actually control my muscles to hold baby so I wouldn’t split myself open. I can not express enough how fast it was… wild!

I felt the head begin to crown and reached down to clear away some mucous membranes. I could feel baby’s hair swaying in the water.

My heart began to swell…

I knew not to touch baby’s head during the crowning as it is very sensitive and can stimulate the breathing response. But it was just enough to have a very empowered primal sense of really “Birthing” as a process of action, birth wasn’t happening “To me” this time… I was actively engaged in physically facilitating the process. Fully claiming my role as Mother… And I understood SO much more about this Sacred rite of passage.

Auruara arrived and quietly took her place beside me, stroking my head. The look of wonder and support in her eyes was so beautiful. She wanted to get in the pool but I said no. So she stayed by me for a while and held my hand and whispered in my ears a few times. So precious that she was there to witness, and I knew what a gift this was to her, imprinting her for the future.

Babys head was out, and then I felt this ripple in the water, I Asked Adam if he had moved because it was quite disorientating and an almost unnatural feeling of being rocked from the inside… I then realised I was feeling the “corkscrew” turn that baby makes to birth the body. I never “pushed” I breathed deeply and let baby and body do the work.

One of the most profound experiences of my life.

ASM told me to lift myself up as I was squatting too low for baby to come out.

That was hard to move whilst you have a baby hanging in between your legs. Haha

Baby was birthed into dad’s hands and with a gentle grace in one fluid movement I turned and he passed our child back under my leg into my arms. I held this new soul face down across my arms and slowly brought it to the surface. I noticed the first meconium passing just afterwards. As I lifted baby out of the water, lovingly stroking the back to stimulate breathing, there was this slight anticipation waiting for the first breath.

It felt like it took ages, and there it was, a gasp, a cough and a splutter. In less than an hour after transition at the end of my bed, I reached down and realised I had given birth to another daughter.

I didn’t stay in the pool long, and got out to rest on a mattress I had prepared with towels and blankets. I was given 10 drops of Motherwort under my tongue and then rested with my new daughter upon my chest to initiate the birth crawl and her first feed from my Breast.

A rich and healthy placenta was passed within 10 minutes.

ASM, Auraura and I quietly sat together gazing at this precious new family member. Such a beautiful moment. As with Auraura, I had a lotus birth. This time more prepared for what that entails. The grandmothers were welcomed into the space, then Auraura’s dad and his pregnant partner.

The room swelled with love as birth had come to completion.

The placenta was left to “bleed out” before we prepared it with salt and herbs in a wrapped in a special “Lotus” bag that Rachel had made for me. Just before the placenta was transferred into the back, with my bare hands I tore a 20c piece size of the placenta away from the mother’s side. She flinched in that moment which was pretty trippy. I tore this small portion of placenta into 6 pieces, ingested one raw and froze the rest for later consumption during my hormonal transitions. It was such a primal and empowering act, as most mammals eat their afterbirth.

Although I felt strongly that my new daughters name was “Ashama” ASM said that it was too “ghetto” and so we began calling in her new name. We like Aaliyah, but there was a little girl not much older in our small town. Our second pick was Maia and then Iris. We settled for Maia.

Maia means:

Maia is a light, ethereal name with mystical overtones. In Greek legend, she was the fair-haired daughter of Atlas who mothered Zeus‘s favorite illegitimate son, Hermes. To the Romans, Maia was the incarnation of the earth mother and goddess of spring, after whom they named the month of May.

Adam and I were married in May, and so our marriage together was to bring Maia into the World.

I liked the idea of intoning my children with an attribute for their middle name. Clarity kept coming to me as that’s what the birth represented to me. ASM suggested “Lily” which means purity and was also his grandmothers favourite flower.

On day three after the umbilical had fully dried out and was hanging by a thread- causing irritations again , we had a small naming ceremony in the lounge room with both grandmothers and big sister Auraura.

ASM made a toast with a bottle of “Anubis” wine, her name was declared and I chewed the umbilical chord with my teeth. It tasted like what I imagine jerky to taste like. Ha, so primal!

Maternity Photo’s by Chanel Baran

honouring the feminine

honouring the feminine

womb blessings

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Radiant Mother Donna Raymond

Radian Mother. Photograph Chanel Baran

Henna by Henna Temple Cairns

 

Embracing the Mystery

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My beautiful readers,

grab a cuppa- this is going to be a bit of a free-form release and open sharing.

I know I hadn’t written in a while- truth is there’s been so much going on, so much to say… that I was overwhelmed in not prioritising the space I require to flow with words… I am so pleased that my drive to write and share has come back in full swing, marked by the divinely inspired post I shared the other day. If you missed it, read it here

Part of the reason for my silence over the last year.. well it’s not really silence… (it feels like it to me) is that I have navigated a freebirthing another beautiful baby girl, initiated my own Sacred Divorce, launched a new online course, Taught at the Wise Women Gathering, and well, little Lucah, bless her, has shared with me her wisdom of Surrendering to the NOW…to my role as MOTHER- first and foremost the matriarch of our family. Beyond all ambitions I might have… the homefront has commanded my attention and energy

but I am here now.

I’m back.

There is a bit of breathing space now that my little one is walking.

It means I’ll be able to work again soon… fully committed.

Many, many skins have been shed, and I feel that all came to completion around her 1st birthday and the Eclipse portal we had… entering into a Lunar new year. I felt it strongly too- as if I was able to come back into myself a little more.

Anyone who has been an exclusive breastfeeding mother with multiple children will know the demands of that experience- mentally, physically and emotionally.

I have not slept for more than 3hrs solid in over a year… i’m not complaining, that is just the reality of my life as a mother right now.

And oh how I have missed writing and blogging SO much… I know I said a while back that my focus was going to be on sharing birth stories and wisdom around my freebirths… and they’re all there in my draft folder.. still not quite eloquent enough to share…Maia’s one ended up being a deep catharsis as I felt it necessary to provide context with backstory- but there’s just SO much… and I’m wondering if I should save it for my book and just keep the story simple and relevant to women seeking fully empowered birthing stories… either way… they will be published in due course… at the perfect moment, and read by those who need to hear the wisdom contained in my stories. As is the case from the feedback I receive.

So here I am.

Hi!

I want to take a moment to share a synchromystic story that has changed my life and is continuing to in leaps and bounds…

My Mother is an amazing Tarot reader, so tuned in and switched on in a deeply intuitive way. I remember when she first read my cards, I was completely blown away and the woman sitting before me.. Where was she hiding this secret gift of hers… and why was she not offering it to the world. I sat, bewildered and in awe of her power and accuracy of reading the cards that were reflecting the present journey at the time.

A few months after my first reading with her, I asked for her to draw a few cards for me over skype as I had something come up in my life that I needed clarity on. Without knowing anything or wanting to scare me, my mother read the cards and danced around the strong theme of fertility. To be polite, she wove it with respects to birthing new projects and new ideas.

I was trying not to laugh… I was bursting at the seems, but waited for her to finish.

After she finished reading my cards, I looked at her on the screen and shared the news that Jay and I were expecting.

After this experience I know I can trust my mother to accurately read for me, and she has become like my trusted advisor to a Mystical Order of the unspoken.

Just before Christmas last year, I asked my mother to give me a card reading again, this time in respects to my Wise Wombman business… as I was unsure of the direction ahead, and to be completely honest was feeling quite ashamed, like I had dropped the reins, not anticipating the degree of sleep deprivation from being a mother of 3 daughters.

So she read my cards for an hour. It was very late at night.

The cards read that I would be “turning my back on what I know” and moving in a different direction… Something new and left field. The path is unknown but there is much growth ahead.

Hmmm…. I thought to myself…

Perhaps I’ll be heading in the direction of online mentoring and not so much into the “Womb” Work…it seems like everyone is a Womb Priestess these days…

I sat with this feeling of the unknown for a few days.

I then found myself in a fb group by one of my online business mentors, sharing a business opportunity with her, and because I was in the flux of creating and launching my WombManifest e-course and school holiday madness with 5 kids, I didn’t give it much of a look in.

A few days later a gorgeous woman and FB friend Emakhet who co-created a really potent Dream Academy, was live on FB… I found myself taking a moment to watch which is not something I usually do, but since I respect what she embodies I felt called to participate in her live stream. She was offering a free Oracle reading.

I thought “why not” and gave it a go, mentioned I was open to anything that came through.

What she shared with me BLEW MY MIND!

She drew a card called the Cosmic Carrot and then went on to ask if a carrot had been dangled in front of my face. I giggled like a little child… giddy with excitement

YES!!!! There was a carrot.

She mentioned that she was not here to say if the carrot was good or bad, but that it was there, and that whatever my decision was I was so supported. She then cupped her hands together and gently cradled an imaginary little me- totally held.

Well…

After my mothers tarot and this new Oracle reading,

I decided to have another closer look at that business opportunity.

A Gift of the Earth…

doTERRA essential oils.

Yep.

a fucking MLM… hmmm I thought… Is this really where I am meant to be directing my energy.

I closed my eyes, tuned into my wombspace and received a resounding YES.

So like any natural wise woman would do, I googled ALL THE BAD SHIT I could find about the company.

hahaha…

Yes, as cosmic and shamanic as I can be, I am still very much critically minded. I do not follow the herd.

I much consider myself a lone wolf in that respect… Hanging out on the fringe observing culture from the edge… where the majick happens!

So I researched the company and its practices for a couple days.

Therapeutic Grade Essential Oils were not new to me, I had been using a couple of Young Living products for years but never felt called to invest my time in it as a business. It never resonated with me.

So after researching I sat on the land and kept asking Spirit

Is this really what I am meant to be doing?

I questioned whether it was a wise decision to invest my time… was this just a distraction… a cosmic carrot sized distraction.

A test from Spirit…

I felt scared that it was going to shift my focus from my Wise Wombman Wisdom School journey.

But then…

A divine moment of clarity

and I felt the plants, the songs, the medicine come through.

I felt them calling… a resurgence of wisdom is rising.

And we hear it in different ways.

For some that comes from hands deep in soil.

For others it’s sitting in ceremony with sacred teacher plants

It comes through natural medicines and healthy eating

Essential oils are a way in which this ancient wisdom can bridge worlds, and change lives.

They say the oils call you…

Our plant allies are allowing us ways to connect with the Great Mother and the healing medicine that they have to offer us. For Mental, Physical, Emotional and Spiritual support.

They called, and I answered by following the synchromystic signs that showed me how to connect with them.

I took a leap without even trying a single drop of oil, I purchased my enrolment kit and started the journey with these pure therapeutic grade essential oils.

I am forever changed. Forever grateful to have this beautiful healing medicine in my life

Frankincense and Lavender have shifted me out of a funk and activated something deep within.

Even my friends have commented on the difference.

They’ve asked me what have I done… what’s changed…

and I have shared with a radiant smile.

So for the past 3 months i’ve been journeying with these oils and other natural products.

I recently went to the convention on the Gold Coast which BLEW MY MIND.

I laughed, I cried.. my heart was burst wide open in an unexpected way that allows me to speak loudly and proudly about this company that operates with integrity and aligns with my morals and business ethics.

The way they source their plants where they grow natively and give back to the communities and invest in other humanitarian causes is awe inspiring.

My big dream is to be a powerful philanthropist. A person that can invest in the dream makers and game changers.

The visionaries, mystical misfits and rebels of culture that inspire heartbased change that we so desperately need on the planet.

I know we will find common unity in community as a way forward as One Tribe.

And I see clearly how doTERRA aligns with this vision and is allowing a vehicle and opportunity to not only change lives, it also creates opportunities of financial abundance in the process.

This is inspiring.

So, I am surrendering to the great mystery… where I thought I was going has changed on a slight detour. Is it the scenic route… who know’s!

My business has a soul compass of it’s own… it is not my job to forcefully steer it, it is my role to move in ways so that the Soul of my business flows effortlessly and in turn makes a positive impact in the world.

My focus is on delving deeper into the medicine of the oils to bring back new maps… I will be creating new courses and meditations etc with the aims of using these sacred tools to create emotional resilience, whilst empowering us to become responsible for our own health and wellbeing, to take back the power we have handed over to”big pharma” for far too long.

That system is corrupt. The multi trillion dollar sickness industry must crumble along with the lies it has perpetuated over generations.

Yes, Western Medicine has its place and is beautiful the way it can serve us when we need it, though many alternatives exist to support our health and vitality and we do have options.

Don’t worry I’m not the type of person who will spam you or aggressively spam you with reasons why you should join my doTERRA tribe... because I know and trust that those that feel called (just as I was) will be called to create and weave some majick with me, as oil priestesses…

the new wave of medicine women is here…

We will no longer be persecuted.

In the meantime, I will still be creating Wise Wombman majick and blogging when the muse dances wit me and I am inspired to let my fingers tap the keys.

The point of this letter- (is that what this is… not sure) I really wanted to reach out to you, my dear and loyal readers to offer you a glimpse of what’s been happening in my world.

Expect bigger things from me this year beautiful, as I am stretching myself and expanding in new ways… especially a new, inspiring side project I am working on that I am hoping to birth in late June.

Having said that- don’t expect them to be all polished and super squeaky clean… I run this gig by myself. YEP EVERYTHING… comes from my hands and heart… as a mama of 3 daughters and 2 bonus boys whilst running 2 businesses.

So wherever this new adventure takes me, I’m embracing the mystery with full trust and joy in my heart.

Just know that my MOJO is back baby!!!

Here’s to all the people keeping it real!

SO much love

Donna xx

 

-Cover Photograph by Chanel Baran

ChanelBaran.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Keeper of the Keys

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Keeper of the Keys

written Nov, 17 2015.

I had a very potent experience the other night with a guided EFT journey with Kai Ashley on youtube… I identified a being that was guarding my throat… this area that I have felt a blockage since I was perhaps 11years old… around the same time I had my first initiations into the dreaming realms… My first lucid outer body experiences etc…my first philosophic explorations into the meaning of life and death, which spurred (amongst living in an unhealthy environment) deep anxiety and suicidal thoughts.

For years I’ve struggled to breathe deeply…

I can go deep into the diaphragm and womb but when I want to draw in longer… it peaks.. and there is a sharp twinge there… access denied!

Even went to the doctors when I was 21 cos I was convinced something was going on with my lungs. Funnily enough I had a Cranio session with a dear sister last week, and she felt a pull to that same areas (as did I) but she was told not to go there.

Aaaaanyways… I had to command this being to be seen, showing me it’s face and revealing it’s name.

The name that came through was Karna… I kept going through the process and after what felt like a couple minutes, it became quite clear that the spelling was actually Carna.

After I finished my journey a good ol’ google search revealed this:

“A goddess of good health. She was originally an underworld goddess, keeper of the keys. In some stories Carna takes the place of Cardea in her encounter with Janus. Her festival is celebrated on 1 June. In some accounts, known as Carna, Cardea, Cardea, Eurynome, Cardo, Carnea or Carnea.”

I just smiled reading it… it made sense on a level that I can not articulate.

I’ve always been drawn to keys.

Since I was small I’ve had visions of this underground temple, where I was some sort of High Priestess that became the vessel and oracle for guarded books of wisdom. I had an order of monks that worked for me transcribing words as they would come through… Anchoring the oracular wisdom

Vision or memory, I don’t know but body feels as though it remembers that place.

 

Come out of the Closet…

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To the dabblers and closet mystics

I need you

I really do!

I need you to be bold and brave

I need you to invest your energy in exploring this spiritual language that lights your soul up with inspiration

I feel your hesitation

And slight resistance to claiming this path.

Touching upon your fears and insecurities

Of being different, strange or weird.

I know there’s that little bit that has you feeling ashamed of you know…

Admitting it…

Coming out to your friends

Beautiful soul,

It’s time now, to come out of the closet

And live your divine expression in full lightness of being

You.

Real

Raw

Unfiltered… FULL STRENGTH

Slightly messy in all your wonderfully perfect imperfections

The world needs more people that are connected to nature, to great spirit and what is Sacred

To the heart

Leading by example

Standing with integrity

Standing for love, truth and wisdom.

Standing for hope and respect for all generations past and present

Deepening the connection to self and community

It doesn’t matter your role or title in society

A business person, tradie, academic, scientist or service person.

I need you to stand up and speak

Sing

Dance

Create your Rituals and Ceremonies

Explore the Shadows and the light…

Share your hearts art freely and unashamedly

Embody your beauty

Your gifts and talents

with complete presence and honesty.

Use your tools…

Your crystals, oils, medicine plants, rattles, drums and chants…

Your senses and psychic abilities to tap into the unspoken

I need you…

To be bold- to be brave

To talk about what really matters in your life

Family

Energy

Emotion

Connection

Synchronicity

Spirit

Majick

Healing

Wonder

Health and wellbeing

You know…soul food!

I need you to know that it’s safe to come out

It’s safe to be seen…and heard

The more we step forward into the greatest expression of ourselves, the more we give others permission to do the same.

I promise you that you are not alone…

Oh, you are not alone!!!

There is a movement happening in the under currents of humanity

Can you feel it?

Is it showing up in your dreams?

Are you being guided to connect with Spiritual teachings and tools?

Is your perspective changing as you begin to see the world in a different lens?

Purging all that is not in alignment with natural lore.

please, tune in… Not out

Put down that drink, that spliff, the needles, that recreational whatever and go in…

What’s the point anyway?

Be curious about life as one divine comedy.

Know thyself

Love thyself

there is no need to escape anymore.

I need you, we need you

To show up

Step forward now

That closet is way too small to contain the vast mystery and magnificence of your soul.

We are each here for a lifetime-

and that lifetime is only defined by whatever ‘time’ affords us- we are all here for our own experience…

Please don’t waste this precious gift of life

Of breath

when so many people suffer at the hands of our fears and ignorance.

Change begins with choice

And each day we are presented with choices to shape our reality.

Make those choices count…

Towards being the best version of yourself.

Invest your energy in making fully conscious decisions

Make them purposeful

With direct action, every day

The smallest deeds can create meaning and gratitude in your life.

Dream a beautiful life.

Have a bold and solid vision to anchor to.

Create the map. Set the goal.

Then you can create the means to make it happen.

Do it out of curiosity of how it will transform your life

Do it for love

Do it in service to the whole

To bring us all back into alignment with the pristine origins of humankind

with kindness to all…

Free yourself from the confines of shame of how capable you actually are to succeed in creating a positive impact in the world.

For the future generations

You make a difference.

May each day call you home to the beauty of your Souls essence

fully embodied and expressed.

As love incarnate.

No one get’s out of this alive…

So make the most of this human experience.

The Revolution begins within.