Priestess

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It’s Exhausting

Published January 6, 2026 by tindertender

Imagine people stalking oracles, prophets, and prophetesses just to slander them, accusing them of being “cookoo”.

We’ve existed since the beginning.
And they’ve burned us simply for existing, for delivering our messages, many times.

Kings and Queens, Emperors and Empresses have trusted these messengers for centuries.

So sick of childish masculines suffering their personality disorders of hate.

War!!!
War!!!!!!!
War!!!!!!!!!!!!
They shout ……
Exterminate!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s a sick world where Women bring forth life and men with twisted minds hurry to torture and destroy it.

Tyrants, jealous of WOMBman’s status, decided to prove their dominance over everyone.

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The Oracle of Delphi, centered around the priestess (Pythia) in the Temple of Apollo at Delphi, was ancient Greece’s most important religious site. It was influential from the 8th to the 4th centuries BCE and consulted by states and individuals for major decisions. However, its influence declined with the rise of Christianity. The oracle was famous for its cryptic, trance-induced pronouncements, which were possibly fueled by geological gases. Ultimately, the Oracle of Delphi ended around 393 CE. 

Origins & Early History (Pre-8th Century BCE – 8th Century BCE)

  • Earth Goddess: Delphi was initially a sanctuary for the Earth Goddess, Gaia, before Apollo took over.
  • Mythic Founding: A legend tells of a goatherd whose goats became prophetic near a fissure, leading to the discovery of the site’s power.
  • Apollo’s Arrival: Apollo established his sanctuary here, slaying the serpent Python (Pitho) that guarded it, making it his sacred space.
  • Center of the World: The Greeks believed Delphi was the “omphalos” (navel) or center of the world, marked by a stone where eagles released by Zeus met. 

The Oracle & Rituals (8th – 4th Centuries BCE)

  • The Pythia: A woman chosen as the priestess of Apollo, she sat on a tripod over a chasm, inhaling vapors (possibly hallucinogenic ethylene gas) to enter a trance.
  • Prophecies: She delivered Apollo’s cryptic messages, often ambiguous, guiding major decisions for individuals, colonists, and city-states.
  • Consultation: Pilgrims purified themselves, offered sacrifices (like a ram, laurel, and money), and sought an audience, often with specific questions about war, politics, or colonization.
  • Peak Influence: This period saw immense influence, with leaders seeking divine sanction, making the Oracle a major power broker, notes History.com. 

Decline & Closure (2nd Century BCE – 4th Century CE)

  • Roman Influence: Rome’s rise in the 2nd century BCE diminished some of its power.
  • Christianity: The rise of Christianity led to the eventual closure of pagan sites. The last prophecy is recorded around 393 CE when Emperor Theodosius closed the temples. 

When Sleeping Women Wake

Published October 2, 2022 by tindertender

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.

The Priestess is the element of alchemy that dwells within our soul. She is the powerful thread within that taps us into the energy to transform our world and bring out truth into being. If you hear the Call of the Priestess, join me here for my online Priestess Program: Inner Priestess Awakening Online Journey

~Ara Campbell

https://thegoddesscircle.net/visionary-writing/when-wise-women-awaken

art: Caroline Manière

We Are Goddess Born

Published February 4, 2021 by tindertender

We return to the magic of the shadows to recharge, growing our wild medicine with steady hands, the crescent Moon shining between our brows.

We are not evil, nor have we ever been. The tales of the patriarchy only veil us as such attempting to taint our gifts with fear and lies.

We who craft with rock, Moon, herb and branch breathing blessings into the sky. We who are the weavers of nightsong and Earth healing. We who commune with the animals hearing their messages and guidance.

We go by many names.
Shamaness, wise woman, witch, priestess.

Once they stood for healing, connection with nature and ancient wisdom. They meant hope for those who needed aid, guidance in times of peril.

But these names have been twisted by the system that would keep us hidden and our voices silent. They were painted through the ages with stories that cast down the medicine of the feminine and her wild knowing.

We are here to reclaim our truth.
We come from the stars, the sea and the wild to take back our power. The time has come to bring our medicine into the world and bring back the ancient mysteries, the Goddess and the ways of the natural world.

The time has come for healing and growth, for the daughters of the sacred to stand tall, rooted in the compass of our intuition.

The tides have turned and the age of darkness is over.

The time of the wise woman is once again upon us.

Long may we rise, long may we howl!!!

Blessings,

~Ara~

We Are Goddess Born

Published November 7, 2020 by tindertender

We return to the magic of the shadows to recharge, growing our wild medicine with steady hands, the crescent Moon shining between our brows.

We are not evil, nor have we ever been. The tales of the patriarchy only veil us as such attempting to taint our gifts with fear and lies.

We who craft with rock, Moon, herb and branch breathing blessings into the sky. We who are the weavers of nightsong and Earth healing. We who commune with the animals hearing their messages and guidance.

We go by many names.

Shamaness, wise woman, witch, priestess.

Once they stood for healing, connection with nature and ancient wisdom. They meant hope for those who needed aid, guidance in times of peril.

But these names have been twisted by the system that would keep us hidden and our voices silent. They were painted through the ages with stories that cast down the medicine of the feminine and her wild knowing.

We are here to reclaim our truth.

We come from the stars, the sea and the wild to take back our power. The time has come to bring our medicine into the world and bring back the ancient mysteries, the Goddess and the ways of the natural world.

The time has come for healing and growth, for the daughters of the sacred to stand tall rooted in the compass of our intuition.

The tides have turned and the age of darkness is over.

The time of the wise woman is once again upon us.

Long may we rise, long may we howl!!!

Blessings,

~Ara~