Oracular Memory: Healing the Lineages of Mother Mary & the Dragon Lines of Sophia
Now I will share a moment and memory that I’ve held very close, a moment of such expansion that it has felt too tender to share until now. I have been guided to release it now and I trust it will reach who it is meant to…and so, with this story, we jump right into the waters of a glorious hot springs in the Azores, where several water priestesses gathered for healing…
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Memory bubbled up, from the Earth to the Ether, traveling through the iron electric waves of this hot spring that she held me in.
Further up the mountain, a hot spring waterfall ran through what I came to know as an ancient ley line, carrying the codes of the Divine Mother from the fractures deep beneath the earth into the vessels of my knowing. Water and Bone.
My sister, my birthing chamber- she held me as the uterine wall holds the child, guiding me through a gentle rebirth, a reweaving of my initial birth trauma. A doula of the Spirit.
I relived how my spine fractured when I was born, how the upper left side of my torso collapsed in the 72 hours it took my mother to birth me. I was invited and guided to take once again, my first breath of life. A wail ruptured through my Being as these pains were rewritten with water and breath.
And then, all of a sudden, within the void that was now ready to be filled- a swelling within, a sweeping through of Source energy that traveled through my vagus nerve up into the flower of my crown. The lotus petals unfurling with every wail, every pain, every tear.
I felt the pages of an ancient lineage’s memory rise up out of me like scrolls out of the earth. As the pain and visions of torture ripped through me, I remained a gentle and neutral witness to this energy of the Fallen Dark Mother riding through my being.
At first, I saw Mother Mary. I felt I was her. I felt her incredible grief and pain of having her son, Christ, taken away from her. It was as if she was remembering, through me, the moment where they stole him away. Soon, standing behind her in my mind's eye- the voices of hundreds of thousands of women, wailing and crying and grieving for their sons…
I heard on repeat in my head “They took them away from us, they took our fathers and our sons” as this grief roared through me, followed by visions of rows and rows of soldiers, forming massive armies all over the globe and marching to war. I saw the raping of the daughters, the mothers, the women, I felt the immense pain held inside the genetic memory of this body as the water activated and unlocked each wave, breath by breath, wail by wail.
A thundering rage flew through me, followed by an uproarious laughter. I began to hear what I can only describe as the voices of the Divine Mother, and the Dark Mother, a fallen Ancient Priestess of Atlantis, swell inside my veins. I could sense now, more than two hands on my body- more of the women were around me, yet my eyes remained shut as the intensity of the energies demanded a committed focus and trance.
The sisters surrounding me began to sing, various streams of light language flowed through them as my body rose and fell with the water, with the tides of emotion, with the rage and grief and laughter. I heard very clearly “They took him away from me, my son, Christ” followed by “But they can never really take anything from me” and a vengeful, delighted eruption of laughter.
I heard “They take from me, they hurt me” with a wail of pain and a victim sting that curls the stomach- followed by “But nothing can truly be taken from me. I AM Mother Earth. I AM the Divine Mother.”
Soon, an Ancient language began to flow through me. Supported and drawn out by the songs of these women who surrounded me. This ancient tongue was streaming from this Ancient Mother herself, a tongue I had spoken only once before, that woke me in the middle of the night as I slept in a tent on a mountainside in Italy. A tongue of the ancient priestesses.
This language continued to pour out of me, like an eruption of Kundalini energy. As the women wove my body and my limbs through the water I became aware of the level of doctoring that was occurring. I was being put back together, after an ancient be heading. They were energetically and structurally putting my head back on, step by step, limb by limb. I relived my be heading, and was now re-living through the eyes of this ancient priestess, perhaps as an emanation of a past life, or an archetypal collective soul fracture- my “crown” being restored.
On repeat, this archetypal mother force spoke loud and clear through my voice, to those surrounding, in her ancient tongue. I heard every word instantly translated into English in my mind- “Sisters! NO LONGER WILL THEY BEHEAD THE DAUGHTERS OF CHRIST. SISTERS!!! NO LONGER WILL THEY BEHEAD THE DAUGHTERS OF CHRIST!!” she raged through me, almost demanding that I speak this in English to those surrounding, but I did not- I remained a neutral observer and witness to what emerged out of me on a deepest level of genetic memory. A memory we all possess in our cells, one that lives in our DNA and can be activated and re-membered with the aid of the waters.
Slowly, the energy began to unwind, the crescendo fell, the women on the periphery made their way up the mountain to see the falls, while only a few remained and tended to the last leg of the healing work. They tenderly, gingerly, attentively took me through several motions of sitting up and lying back down again in the water, making sure my head was aligned, my crown, heart and womb all anchored on the central access of the spine, after this repair of an ancient be heading. They were all beautiful witnesses, devoted to the truth of what unfolded through each of us. The healing that occured was not only for me but was for us all, something big had moved through us as a group, and our helpers (in element, and in Spirit) had greatly assisted.
Image by Natalia Dunne, from the Water Priestess Retreat with Dakota Chanel, in the Azores 2021
Slowly they sat me up in the water, and I came to, opening my eyes to glowing, smiling, wet faces. We all hugged, in awe and honor of what had just occurred. We made our way to meet the falls, and when I stood upon the earth I felt like I was in a completely different body. I felt three inches taller. My head had been put back on again.
This is my story, and it is one piece of a much larger story, a journey that unfolded over several days, that had been several lifetimes in the making. I hope one day to share more, but for now- this part wanted to be shared. It is my hope that this will be received by the eyes, ears and hearts that it is meant for- that it will aid others in remembering their truth, too. To remember that the lineages of Sophia, which contain the lineages of Christ, were directly targeted and distorted. That the Ancient Priestesses of the Matriarchal lines were murdered and maim3d in a very purposeful way. That the technologies of war were meant to create traumas that were carried over lifetimes. This is why women were raped (to carry the wound through the womb genetically), and Oracles were s1it at the throat and be headed (so we would remember, in our bodies, on a physical level- the lie that it is dangerous to speak the Truth). May it be re-membered. May WE be re-membered. Not dis-membered. May it be so.
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First published: June 9th, 2022
Updated: January 2023