By Ara Campbell ~ https://thegoddesscircle.net/visionary-writing/when-wise-women-awaken
“When sleeping women wake, mountains will move.” ~ Chinese Proverb
Last night while I lay sleeping, I had a dream. (written 2017)
The world was in a state of total chaos and all that we had ever known was ending. Everything was volatile, violence raged openly and the people were suffering greatly. There was sadness around every corner and destruction flooded the air thick and unrelenting.
It was a time of darkness the likes of which none had ever beheld, a power taking over our world and squeezing the very light and love from its once lively core.
Yet even in this bleak time, hope was shining like a beacon on the horizon.
I saw women gathering in a house together, sisters from all walks of life and of all ages. Into the shattered air that stung of gloom they sung a song of universal love.
There in that place they created sacred space, a sanctuary against the coming storm. They wrote symbols of ancient wisdom on the walls, chanting incantations of protection and love for all the children of the Earth while their fingers clasped candles burning bright.
Drawing power from the natural world and summoning the mystery that flowed in their veins, they sat in circle drumming with the beat of their hearts petitioning for the madness to end. Their voices cried out for freedom, for joy and for all beings on this planet to live as one.
And then the dark night swallowed the vision, and it was gone.
Dawn broke through the silence and the world drew a great inhale.
The birds sang with the rising Sun and the green Earth stirred roots below and branches above. Animals took to the open with curiosity. The house of sisterhood I thought was swallowed by the darkness stood still, standing tall in spite of the raging dark storm that threatened to engulf it.
I could see the place where the women had gathered, the remnants of their workings for the world left behind, drums and feathers marking their sacred rite. The words “blessed be” were etched upon the walls, surrounded by sacred symbols of a time long passed. Peace had returned to the world and the air felt fresh and new.
The double-edged sword of the feminine had been held aloft, wielding fiery protection and nurturing love in great measure, and had withstood the tempest and rose from the ashes victorious.
The once buried power of the Goddess had returned during the time of the world’s greatest darkness. She had always slumbered within our spirits, a burning ember awaiting in the shadows, and now she had risen once more.
The wild and wise women of the world had awoken. By reclaiming the ancient mystery that flowed in their veins, the sisterhood of the feminine had broken the chains of bondage that once held the world prisoner and opened the gate for the return of the Goddess.
The time had come for the medicine of the fierce feminine to flow freely throughout the land.
Somewhere on the distant horizon, I saw a gathering of sisters, a circle of wise women from all walks of life.
And they smiled.
My Sisters, the time has come to rise and awaken the priestess thread within. As we arise and reclaim our truths and our voices, so we awaken and transform our whole world.
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art: Caroline Manière