My Own Path

Ever since I was a little girl I felt like I didn’t belong in this world…I was born in the wrong timeline. I felt more at home with my toes buried in moss and my body draped over fallen trees. I would make mud-pies for fairies and war paint from pokeberries, after which I would stalk the ancient woods painted as the warrior, armed with my acorns and sticks, to protect the magical realms of the enchanted forest. I would cry at night with prayers for Peter Pan to come take me away so I never had to grow up. It was as if my soul felt deeply alarmed that I would lose my way if the magic I felt each day was slowly extracted out of me. My fear of adulthood and the loss of these liminal realms haunted my nights and often left me in tears as my mother would rock and comfort me, assuring me that all good things come at every stage. My young heart bucked…it knew something sacred was at stake too great for my soul to bear. And so as I grew so too did the number of books on my shelves. I always kept my nose deeply buried in the pages of adventure and fantasy novels. The characters were more real and alive to me than my classmates in school. There was something about the courage, the strength, the resilience that they had to endure and find and overcome that spoke so deeply to a need I felt within myself but that I also saw was needed in the world around me. From early on in childhood I would have premonitions of things to come, see auras around people or even, on special occasions, hear the voice of Jesus speak to me. Some part of me always straddled the worlds. The magic and the mystical that pulled me into the page at childhood began to tug strongly on my heart as I grew into adulthood. It was as if my soul was parched for the sacred waters that could only be found when looking beyond the traditional education and the programmed indoctrination of everyday life. And so I set off to find ways to answer that call. 

 

My path first led me to a deeply entrenched and in depth study of multiple yoga lineages for over a decade, taking me out of state, out of country, and overseas in search of masters in their craft. What always pulled me in was the spiritual aspect and practices. The methods that changed my frequency, the resonance that hummed within when I found alignment with my spirit. And so I journeyed through a 2 year study of herbalism and ayurveda deeply seeking to commune better with the natural world. My child self always knew the medicine I really needed was of the earth, my adult self sought to understand the power of food and herbs as healing agents of change. While I communed in nature the elements swept me up and walked me into the dojo of an Aikido master who I would privately train with for over 14 years. He would teach me to finally become the warrior I would daydream about as a child. As my outer strength grew my inner mystic called. There was something so powerful about the spirit of the warrior and so I gathered the tethers from my heart and followed the thread, walking my way into a Mediumship training where I learned to commune with spirit and actually connect with the otherworld. While deeply entrenched in the comings and goings of life on the spiritual plane I was forced to learn how to also deal with the dark. Opening realms can open us to dark entities and so my next teacher gave me my first introduction to the path of the rose. It was through the power of prayer and rosary that I dispelled the darkness and was drawn into the mysteries of Mary Magdalene, Yeshua, Mother Mary and the ancient rites of hieros gamos and resurrection of the soul. 

 

My feet nor my hands could move me fast enough…I think I practically ran full steam ahead into a 2 year priestess training focused solely on the rose lineage alongside an apprenticeship in the arts of becoming an oracle through the ancient Egyptian mysteries and hermetic principles. As my hunger for the mysteries grew so too did my skills and I found that I dedicated more and more of my time and energy back into the ancient rituals of the past, my current abilities began to flourish and come online. I found myself able to channel guides and messages with ease, tap into the meditation of a circle of women and guide them through the images they were experiencing in their minds, medically intuit what was happening in other’s bodies as well as my own. There was so much unfolding that I couldn’t imagine continuing the path alone.

 

And then I had a dream.

 

I dreamed that I was standing shoulder to shoulder alongside other women, all joined together in sacred sisterhood. We were performing these ancient rites and rituals, reclaiming our intuition, our magic, and returning to the life of the priestess. Each woman was called forward because the divine feminine was rising. And while the strength of one is great, the power of many is transformative.

 

And so I trusted my vision and began to divine and answer the call to each of the Goddesses who stepped forward. Those wishing to serve as guides formed a circle of 12, one for each month of the year. The Pathway of the Priestess was born from this vision. A year of awakening indwelling mysteries. A year of women standing shoulder to shoulder in ancient ritual as our guides teach us how to reclaim the parts of ourselves that have been lost, suppressed or rewritten through their own history and experiences. As the months pass our practices build upon one another and the bond between woman and goddess, woman and woman, woman and self grow stronger. We pass through the alchemical process of the spirit. And while the work must be done on an individual level, each experience personal to each woman, we do so together as a circle of sisters. Devoted and dedicated to the rewriting of our own futures and bringing the sacred into everyday life.