The Woman and the Whale: an Oracular Journey

Ever since I was little, there is a certain muscle in my throat that will quiver and twitch when a particular depth and level of grief begins to rise up out of me.

It is as if I am trying to transform into a dolphin, or creature of the sea, and develop gills, as if my ability to breath under water is attempting to grow back and just might have a chance to fully come into form, depending on how many tears I cry.

When the tears come, and the muscle moves, an ancient memory rumbles within me.

One that has been carried through the generations, in the lineage of my soul as well as the lineage of my physical body.

The murmurs of memories were slow at first- I saw the slitting of the throat, the temple, the other Oracle priestesses.

I heard the whispers of the Kontomblé five years ago, tell me that they attempted to break my connection to the whales throughout lifetimes.

The fear that was unveiled with even the slightest overturning of memory was monumental- and the moving out of that grief over the years allowed the pieces of a particular lifetime (and perhaps a large collective memory) to emerge with in.

I saw that a lineage of priestesses and Oracles once lived who were closely connected to and worked with the whales, and dolphins. In many villages there were circular temples where the voices of the whales would be brought through, to bring the stories of the history of Mother Earth into being.

There is something that happens when human and whale come together. A galactic memory is uncovered. A record of the time on Mama Gaia, yes- and even more so- a memory of the times before this planet was born.

What I came to see, over time (and now now others have seen/ re-membered, too) was how these oracles were hunted and in particular, their throats were targeted. The slitting of the throat was not just to end the lifetime, but to harbor a certain type of soul damage that would be carried throughout lifetimes. As of to say to the lineage - “dare to speak the truth, and you will perish”

The time of reweaving the connection between the woman and the whale has arrived again.

They carry ancient prophecies in their songs, and by being those who deliver their frequencies above water, we allow a dimension of these prophetic utterings to anchor into physical reality.

First we release the trauma, then we uncover the memory. As we uncover the memory, we also unveil the gifts. The lost arts of the priestesses are being re-membered all over the planet. Still so much richness and re-membering awaits us.

Allow yourself to speak, to sing, to listen.

Allow yourself to swim and sing with the whales.

And so it is!

If hearing my story kindles a flame in your heart, and you feel a longing to uncover, release and reweave the her-stories living in your bones, I invite you to Wingéd Ones, a 3 month Mentorship for Women who are ready to SOAR!

In this mentorship I will be sharing more seedlings from my Oracular memories and experiences. Together, with the guidance of Spirit and the little people, we will enliven and weave with the oracular threads coming to life within our collective memories.

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Written June 7, 2022- last updated January 2023