Anyone can work with the Divine Feminine. She is in everything. When the Divine Feminine comes into your life and wants to work with you, it is a call to your heart. I was always open to Her, even though I got very little of Her at the Lutheran church my parents took me to when I was a child. Mother Mary seemed to play such a bit part in the bible studies we had, but I was able to connect with her later in my studies of Eastern theology and European Wicca. I explored Goddesses in all their forms and archetypes, and read wonderful spiritual authors like Clarissa Pinkola Estes and Caroline Myss that delved into Her myths and mysteries.
I was primarily working with the mental plane with information though, I did not know how to really connect with Her on a spiritual level until I started training in energy work with an intuitive teacher. In our classes my fellow students were connecting with their guides and Spirit all around me, but I wasn’t getting anything I could clearly relate to. On the last morning of the four-day class, before I left the house I asked my Spirit guides to please connect with me so that I could know they were there. On the way to the class driving down the highway, a car decided to move into my lane while I was still in it. As that happened, some force immediately took the steering wheel and moved my car out of the way and it missed me by inches. Heart still pounding, I related my story to the class, and the knowing that my guides were with me right then, but still such a mystery to me. The teacher then had me get on the table and began a demonstration of how to use crystals in energy work. As she rolled two quartz crystal balls up my legs and torso I got the sense of being filled with a pure white light that was blinding. A powerful yet loving feminine presence surrounded me, I could sense Her and I knew She was the source of all Goddesses and Divine Feminine energy. Tears streamed down my face as I knew Her and could hear Her speaking to me.
I did not have another experience as powerful as that with Her until I took a class and attunement in MariEL Medicine. My Usui Reiki teacher, Kelly Jackson, recommended that class to me when she felt my bond to the Goddess energy. Two amazing things happened when I took that class. First, I was introduced to the Divine Feminine in a healing form that anyone can open a spiritual channel to by having an attunement and working with the symbols. The second was that the teacher, Cheri Melton, became a dear friend and mentor to me in spiritual work.
Although MariEL Medicine describes perfectly what I learned from Cheri, I added the “Reiki of the Divine Feminine” to it to reflect the Usui roots of its founder, Ethel Lombardi. She was a student of Hawayo Takata, the woman who brought Usui Reiki from Japan to North America. Ethel was in a deep meditation when she was gifted with the healing modality of MariEL brought to her by three beings dressed in cloaks which she called The Monks. She taught it as a heart centered, feminine practice that channels the energies of Mother Mary and the Elohim, which are said to be part of the Godhead who assisted in the creation of the universes. Cheri channeled additional information in part from Mary and Ethel in a re-dreaming of the modality for the modern times, as the Divine Feminine is rising and the earth and her inhabitants are shifting into a new vibration of potential.
As I look back to that first experience with Her in that class twelve years ago, I can only marvel at the workings of Spirit that brought me to where I am today. I feel honored that I can offer the teachings and attunement of MariEL Medicine as part of my devotion to loving service of the Divine Feminine. It has deepened my spiritual bond with Her, and opened my heart to the river of compassion and strength that flows out from Her. For that I am truly grateful.
Artist - Cher Lyn
Acrylic on Canvas
The word that keeps coming to me as I think about the energy of the month is acquiescing. It means to consent, to comply silently. Is it the same as surrender, I wonder...how does it apply to what’s going on with me, with the world? It’s been something that has come with the season for me, which has taken me by surprise, because I have always loved fall. I was born in the fall and I resonate with the cool change that leads one inwards. I love the small of damp leaves and the blazes of color of the trees. Here in Oregon, autumn is gorgeous and crisp and vibrant, but it also means the return of the rains. I was surprised that when the equinox happened in September, I was not ready for it. I wanted more sun. More warmth. More time to wade in the creeks. More quiet college town with mellow sidewalks and plenty of parking. For the first time since being a kid, I didn’t want summer to end so soon. So being who I am, I had to ask, what is it in me that does not want to rush into the fading of the light and the quiet turning within?
Was it the return of the cold and damp and the getting out of work at 5 pm to find it already dark? Is it because the shadow work I started this summer is easier to process in the brightness of sunshine? Now that seems to strike a chord. Bringing those parts of self out from their hiding spots is like finding the little pan squash that fell behind the fruit bowl in the corner of the kitchen. Moving the bowl to find a slimy, moldy fuzz-covered lump of vegetable, and realizing that’s why all the baking soda you put down the garbage disposal did not quite get rid of the odor in the kitchen. It’s like we spend our days grinding through tasks, taking care of business and things on the surface that we process and release, just like the garbage disposal. But the old shadowy parts of something wounded or shameful or that is the limiting belief that is running like a subprogram underneath our daily process is that moldy produce that falls down behind stuff in the corner. It can only be discovered when we rearrange things, when we make some kind of a change.
It’s the changes on the outside that help sync the changes that are made internally as we process, do our work and blossom. We need compost in our garden to get big beautiful blossoms in the spring. We need the long dark nights to rest, reset and germinate new life, new ideas, new ways of being in the world.
I acquiesce to the cycles of the seasons, to this autumn, to the balance of shadow and light, compost and blossom. I got some more stuff to compost. I better get on it.
A tending of the waters are needed inside and out
Acknowledgement of the blushing fluids for the rising tide
Of blood cells and cytoplasm in the mechanics of a drawn breath
The salty release of a single tear
The perspiring of a sacred communal sweat
We are more water inside our skin than any other element
Yet we hardly ever thank the water for our humid breath
or cleansing sweat and tears
Or realize that this powerful elemental undine force lives within us
Oh Mother of the waters
I am so grateful for all of you that I take in
and for all of you that I let out
My life depends on your purity and abundance
Please forgive me for the way I have disrespected you with leaky faucets
and green lawns in the desert
The way I have profaned you with oil leaks and non-biodegradable laundry soap
How I have wounded you with plastic bags used once and thrown away, never connecting them to the manufactured tiny beads washing up on your shores and in the stomachs of your whales and pelicans
Please forgive me for taking for granted ice cubes, hot showers and car washes
And for fearing your abundance as your unrelenting floodwaters sweep away everything in your path
I apologize for calling you polluted when your purity is so deep in the spiritual dimensions that I cannot even comprehend it
In the hottest of days when I enter the coldest of your streams
our waters mingle, and I am renewed
I return to you in my dreams and spiritworld journeys again and again
communing with you in all your forms as if I am embracing a lost part of myself
I honor you with humble and steadfast love, and vow to see you as pure, perfect, pristine, life-giving and full of lifeforce and majesty
I honor you with gratefulness
I fill my heart with love for you
Send blessings to you every day
And recognize you as the powerful elemental being you are
– Mother of the Waters
The hidden jewel of the North Fork of the Santiam River, near Opal Creek, Marion County, Oregon
I wrote this poem last year but was called to revise it after the holy experience of communing with the river this summer.
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