Message From The Ancestress Witches
The wisdom of the ancient womb ancestors is rising to speak to us....
I want to share a message from the Ancestral Witches, who are walking with us on this journey of remembering our feminine magic – and waking up a new dimension of our magnetic power.
This Feminine Magic is not the magic the text books and academics tell us about, or the magic that the men have practiced and molded religions around, this is an old, old magic, that lives inside your body and your genetic memories, that has been calling to you since childhood, through your dreams, through your shadows, through whispers on the wind, through a long forgotten memory, so tangible some days that you could almost touch it, and open a door and step through – into a new world, an ancient world, that’s been living alongside us all this time.
This is the message the Ancestral Witches need to share with you:
“Hiding won’t keep you safe anymore: your safety now comes through birthing your rooted magnetic power”
They explain that this era is a time our magnetic root is destined to flower out to entangle with the magnetic earth grids, and to weave into a unified power. If we close and hide away, our magnetic root will not open and ground, and you’ll be set adrift in a collapsing man-made world. Your safety now is an awakening of your raw, magnetic root power, in tandem with life.
Once upon a time, not that long ago, you feared that being seen in your magnetic magic threatened your survival. Your ancestral body remembers how it was taught to hide.
You have developed the gift of invisibility, of hiding yourself to be safe, and treasure this gift – it is also an important fact of Feminine Magic. But these are not times for hiding. You must reveal.
Mother Earth, as the unified Sophia and ‘God of the Witches’ is orchestrating a big alchemy.
She is asking you to step forward, open your magnetic core, and connect into her.
For me, this message started to bubble through fast and strong back in 2018, as my mother was dying, and I was walking my homelands of Yorkshire, visiting a web of ceremonial sites, guided by a land memory, as if I was weaving something back together.
I didn’t know fully what it was, I just followed my feet. I was told clearly that something big was about to change on Earth, and that it might look frightening, and indeed it might even be dangerous, but that it had a big purpose: Earth was returning her magic, and guarding her witches.
This witchblood lineage of feminine magic said, “It’s safe to walk on earth again” and through this dark night, I’m trusting and witchwalking….
As I shared in Magdalene Mysteries, the Ancestral Witches arrived in my life by the way of a talismanic doll called The Witch of Pendle, who sat on the “witch shrine” I had created for my mum, during the last month of her life. These Ancestral Witches were humble, wily, cunning, and knew how to rise to the occasion and be grand, bold and glamorous when life demanded it, or they could slip away, like a mist, unseen.
After the temples had fallen, and the bells and ornaments of the priestesses were lost and scattered, and the swan cloaks of the goddess shamans and druids were ruined and tattered, and after the masked balls ended, and when the red velvet cloaks of the royal magicians and their ladies were folded away in secret; only a few hundred years ago, the women of the brideways across the lands, from simple hearths, in their plain clothes, with their foraged wild flowers and herbs, on silver moonlit nights, made their way to these grand henges, with sure feet and secrets on their lips, and wild offerings at hand, to keep the old remembering alive.
They grew skilled in secrecy and hiding, and making their power small enough to remain unseen by prying eyes, and with longing and fear, they spoke to the wells and wedded the old gods. To keep the lineage alive, they knew they must keep it cloaked in hum drum words and penniless homes, and even then, with all their skill, they hung and burned across the lands. But they never forgot and they birthed their babes with codes of remembrance for a long, away future.
As my mum was dying, and with the candles lit on the Witch Shrine, I would watch the sun set across the moors and pray to the Ancient One of the land, whilst gently rubbing the feet of the porcelain witch doll, fashioned in the image of a real life witch of old times, and I would say:
“It’s safe to walk on this earth again…
It’s safe to walk on this earth again….
It’s safe to walk on this earth again….”
Like a prayer, like a mantra, like a prophecy….
And I know, look around you, it certainly doesn’t feel very safe to walk on this earth right now…
But the Ancestral Witches are here to reassure us, it is safe, and it is time to wake up your magic. In fact, your very safety now depends on your feminine magic. Because as you walk on earth, praying with your feet, it will channel the immense support of Mother Earth beneath you.
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