08/08/2021
The power of reconnecting to and honouring our female and male lineages ... this post deeply honouring and seeing our female lineages.. 💗🙏🌹🌹
We see this so powerfully in Constellations:
""Connecting back into the power-held lineage of our female ancestors isn’t simply a flight of fancy or genealogical curiosity.""
"There is a thread that runs through the long tapestry of time.
A line that connects us back to our grandmothers and great grandmothers and the lineage of women who came before.
On a loom, each downward string is called a warp. Like time, these warp strings are the backbone that holds the weaving in place. But it is the generations of mothers and aunties, the horizontal weft woven in-between, that fill the loom with life.
It is these weft strings, the threads of connection that travels across the space and time, that pulls everything together.
It is from this continuing weft of women that we each come into life.
Science has shown all the follicles (unripened eggs) a woman will ever produce are already present in her body when she is in the womb. The spark that is you was born long before you came into the world.
If you quiet your blood, you can feel a flame that reaches back even further. Inside every one of us is a long and often unsung history of women.
Fire makers and clay shapers, priestesses and caretakers, those who walked long miles and withstood many centuries of silence. Those who kept the old songs alive.
Connecting back into the power-held lineage of our female ancestors isn’t simply a flight of fancy or genealogical curiosity.
To remember the women that came to become you, and call upon that distinctly matrilineal magic, is an act of deep reclamation. By calling back we continue the weaving begun from the fingers of our female ancestors, that very first spindle-spun weft.
Long before the tides of Christianity swept across southeastern Europe, there was an ancient Matrilineal network of cultures called the 'Old Europeans.' Matrifocal (woman-mother orientated) civilizations with sacred script and professional ceramicists.
Cultures that planted seeds and built temples several stories high. Peoples that wove sophisticated lives and prayed to the Goddess(es).
According to archeologist Marija Gimbutas, the threads of these largely egalitarian, peaceful and female-centric societies stretched across much of what we now call Europe.
Archeologically speaking, the memories of these cultures are found in whispers. Empty temples and old village sites filled with ritual ceramics.
The famous Venus figures and surviving burials. Each unearthed item, a thread that helps us to understand what it would have been like to live in a culture in which women held the chalice of their own power.
In our own blood, however, the remembrances of this culture still rings like a temple bell.
We can feel it when we pick berries with our fingers or when we are kept up late at night by the moon. We feel it when we dance, uninhibited and when we sing together.
We feel it every time we plait back our hair and squat low to build a fire on the ground. We feel it in the fierceness that surges up through us and the bone-deep anger as well.
We feel it when we look in the mirror and see a new wrinkle a gray hair, and we think 'Good.' When we welcome growing older because we know a Crone is a woman who has come into her power.
Though it has been a long time since matrilineal cultures flourished in our world, everything moves in a circle, like the round of a harvesting song or the curve of a well-coiled vase.
A world in which we value the power of blood that flows with the moon as much as blood that flows from a wound has already seen its wane and its new moon. Now, we are in the time of the waxing.
It has been many generations since every woman was recognized as the vessel of power that she is, but even now our women ancestors remain close, whispering to us of the waxing to come.
Matrilineal magic is a deep and ancient kind of craft. One that will never be forgotten as long as we continue to seek and honor the threads that connect us back."~
~ Asia Suler
https://www.facebook.com/groups/theshamanscave/permalink/4562612543860086/
"There is a thread that runs through the long tapestry of time.
A line that connects us back to our grandmothers and great grandmothers and the lineage of women who came before.
On a loom, each downward string is called a warp. Like time, these warp strings are the backbone that holds the weaving in place. But it is the generations of mothers and aunties, the horizontal weft woven in-between, that fill the loom with life.
It is these weft strings, the threads of connection that travels across the space and time, that pulls everything together.
It is from this continuing weft of women that we each come into life.
Science has shown all the follicles (unripened eggs) a woman will ever produce are already present in her body when she is in the womb. The spark that is you was born long before you came into the world.
If you quiet your blood, you can feel a flame that reaches back even further. Inside every one of us is a long and often unsung history of women.
Fire makers and clay shapers, priestesses and caretakers, those who walked long miles and withstood many centuries of silence. Those who kept the old songs alive.
Connecting back into the power-held lineage of our female ancestors isn’t simply a flight of fancy or genealogical curiosity.
To remember the women that came to become you, and call upon that distinctly matrilineal magic, is an act of deep reclamation. By calling back we continue the weaving begun from the fingers of our female ancestors, that very first spindle-spun weft.
Long before the tides of Christianity swept across southeastern Europe, there was an ancient Matrilineal network of cultures called the 'Old Europeans.' Matrifocal (woman-mother orientated) civilizations with sacred script and professional ceramicists.
Cultures that planted seeds and built temples several stories high. Peoples that wove sophisticated lives and prayed to the Goddess(es).
According to archeologist Marija Gimbutas, the threads of these largely egalitarian, peaceful and female-centric societies stretched across much of what we now call Europe.
Archeologically speaking, the memories of these cultures are found in whispers. Empty temples and old village sites filled with ritual ceramics.
The famous Venus figures and surviving burials. Each unearthed item, a thread that helps us to understand what it would have been like to live in a culture in which women held the chalice of their own power.
In our own blood, however, the remembrances of this culture still rings like a temple bell.
We can feel it when we pick berries with our fingers or when we are kept up late at night by the moon. We feel it when we dance, uninhibited and when we sing together.
We feel it every time we plait back our hair and squat low to build a fire on the ground. We feel it in the fierceness that surges up through us and the bone-deep anger as well.
We feel it when we look in the mirror and see a new wrinkle a gray hair, and we think 'Good.' When we welcome growing older because we know a Crone is a woman who has come into her power.
Though it has been a long time since matrilineal cultures flourished in our world, everything moves in a circle, like the round of a harvesting song or the curve of a well-coiled vase.
A world in which we value the power of blood that flows with the moon as much as blood that flows from a wound has already seen its wane and its new moon. Now, we are in the time of the waxing.
It has been many generations since every woman was recognized as the vessel of power that she is, but even now our women ancestors remain close, whispering to us of the waxing to come.
Matrilineal magic is a deep and ancient kind of craft. One that will never be forgotten as long as we continue to seek and honor the threads that connect us back."~
~ Asia Suler
