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Asha's Swan Blessing Story - BoneWoman

Susan Seddon Boulet

Today I share with you Asha's Swan Blessing story of past life Ancestral Medicine.

There are many reasons why we block and resist opening full connection to Ancestral Medicine again. Sometimes the medicine we have access to is so ancient and unknown to the mind that it frightens us. It may also carry the bindings of memories of carrying these gifts in times when it was dangerous and misunderstood. Many witches, healers and shaman were persecuted for possessing healing medicine that was viewed by a later religion as evil. The seeds of Ancestral Medicine are ancient and indigenous to the land they were birthed through, but these lands may not be where you find yourself living now and the wisdom needed to understand your medicine may not be available to you in your current environment or family.

When Asha came to me, she came with a heavy fury and pain. She also came carrying deep shame from lifetimes of believing that she had been the cause of a terrible and traumatic event. Asha's medicine in another lifetime was that of BoneWoman and Midwife. In this lifetime Asha had been drawn again to shamanic midwifery but was experiencing great pain and confusion when she sat with her sisters. In journeying back to the point of Soul Loss and closing down of her medicine, Asha saw that she'd lived in a time of high infant mortality and was a healer from the forest who was looked on with fear as she came not to birth the baby but to save the mother after the baby had died and heal the baby's soul and spirit through bone magic. Like many female healers, Asha experienced being blamed for the illness and 'bad luck' in her village and was made to watch as her sisters were murdered for her supposed crime. This led Asha to make the Sacred Vow to close down her Medicine and close her heart to Love.

This Swan Blessing was painful for Asha but so very beautiful in it's healing and return to Love. Asha gifts her Swan story to us here to help anyone else who may be resonating with these feelings.

"Her eyes are dark, black like ink. Thick black eye brows snake to a sculpted nose and her hair like coal rests heavy down her breasts.  

She is enraged, I feel it in my body, a hot convulsion, a shudder behind my brow, thick in my throat. But she trusts me, she trusts me and she reaches out her hands and I fall quickly and wholly through the inky pools of her eyes. I am in a dusty street, and alley between square earthen homes. Little stalls line the street and although it is not overy busy I cannot see her. Then it is that I glimpse her, see her walking briskly, almost, almost running, her scarf and clothes conspiring in the shadow of the buildings to conceal her almost completely. We come to a door way and when I enter at first I cannot see. There is a smell of death and metal. I cannot decide if I am in a home or the halls of a sort of hospital, not as I know it, but there is a long dark hall and I feel if not see many rooms. I feel other midwives, and also I don't and then we are in the room and my eyes have adjusted, just, and there is a mess. Blood and sweat and tears and the echo of pain to great to bear drench the air. A metalic stench. The mother, thick and heavy with her body's outpourings, past screams that have racked her body, and her hallow moans are all the worse for their subdued volume. A liquid is given, brought I assume by my dark eyed self but it is not she who holds it to her lips. Her entire focus is elsewhere. The babe stuck and dead.  

I watch her a long time. I think she wants me to know what it took. The physicality, her whole body wrenching from the woman's now limp one the the dead babe. Every thing she had. And more. And the numbness necessary. A resigned determination. Or a determinded resignation. She does not know if the mother will live, and in this very moment, in a certain way, she does not care, and the babe is too long dead. But she must pull it free. All she knows is that she must. And then it is done. There is a chaos in the room but we are removed from it all. No one looks at her. No one looks at the baby. No one looks at us. Too many dead babies.  

We are in the forest. A very small clearing created from the felling of one tree on whose stump rests something important. Show me, and she does, but it comes slowly. There are bones. For a long time all I see is the bones. As she moves them I understand she has collected them. Here is the skeleton of a rabbit. A deer. At first I do not understand. Teach me. She carefully aranges each bone to form the skeleton of the creature it once was. But one bone, one bone she takes from the baby. One bone she replaces. And then she breathes on the bones. She breathes the breath the babe never took. She breathes it into the rabbit bones until they breathe themselves. The rabbit lives, and the child lives in the rabbit. In the deer, in the birds of the forest. She is calm. She is sad but she knows what to do.  

She is old. She is so old. She is bitter. So bitter. I shake with her rage and she tastes like poison, like bile, yellow, green, black. The front of my body rots from it. And I ask her why. And she shows me. There is blood. There is blood. And there are limbs. Pieces, pieces, pieces of them. Mothers, daughters, sisters, midwives. They are hacked. They are hacked. They are hacked. And their blood pools and she is held. She is held by hard rough hands and arms, it takes many to hold her. There is an arm thick with muscle with soft blonde hairs. But they make her watch. They make her watch what she has done. They tell her this is her fault. The blood. The faces. The pieces. What do they call her? Witch. 

And it shivers though our spine. And it shivers through our time. I have to fly above it to understand what cannot be understood. But she is held in place. All she can see are those she has killed. She is old again and she coughs up the binding like stale phlegm. I will not help. I will never help again. What I know her to say is, I will not love. I will not heal. I will not love again. She binds her love and her healing gifts. I go to her. With my heart I see her. With my heart I understand. And I love her. I forgive her. And I tell her we are free. 

Our soul family comes, her sister midwives, and we are shocked, because they welcome her, they love her with open arms, here are her sisters who died, whose deaths we feel responsible for. But they do not ask us to hold this pain. They ask us to let ourselves be forgiven. And they become light like balloons, light like feathers, and she is rabbit, she is deer and she bounds into the forest. I cry for us because we are welcomed. We are welcomed home. We are welcomed back into love.  

I am as heavy as she is light. The daughter comes to me. I see my binding, it is arms. It is hands wraped around my torso. It is metal shackles on my ankles. The daughter comes to me and she hands me a scythe, the same one, and I shudder, but I hack away the hands that bind, and when they fall I slice smoothly through the metal on my ankles, the chain crumbles into dust. But the real work is the poison. The daughter puts her mouth to mine and she sucks the poison. She sucks and she sucks and she is serpent and woman and she sucks and she sucks. And she is done. Except there is something left. I spit out the last bit of bitterness.   

We are free. 

And I, I am safe to love again."  

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Deer Julia,I have felt profoundly this releasing. I am feeling more whole and more held in this life. And I can see today swan and in her gentle permeance. Gliding on the rivers of my journey. I have called in my sisters when I have felt my need, and they have come. And I feel them, all the women who have chosen to love me in this life. All the women who have chosen to love me in many lives. And I am releasing my shame. And in allowing myself to receive this love, allowing myself to be part of this cycle, allowing myself to love, I am coming to the freedom to be more and more alone. More all-one. Asha, 2014

Thank you Asha for sharing your heart and your story, oceans of love for the gentle holding of your beautiful medicine again, love Julia x

Deepening with Mikailah and The School of Shamanic Midwifery

Mikailah and I heading down to the Deepening

I am still landing here in the forest after the Deepening Retreat with The School of Shamanic Midwifery. My deepest thanks to my sister witch and shamanic astrologer, Mikailah, Jane Hardwicke Collings the amazing founder and creatrix of The School of Shamanic Midwifery and mermaid teachers, Talulah and Kristan for all of your graceful assistance and love. And to all of the sisters who joined us in the Deep as we journeyed with the Wild Swan - thank you from the bottom of my heart.

It was truly a gift to hold this Swan Blessing dreaming pool with such a dear friend as Mikailah and together we brought our elements of Fire and Water to the unbinding of the Witch and her medicine and also her freedom.

What an amazing year 2013 has been, what a great shedding of the old skin in the Year of the Water Snake. Blessings and love to all around the world who are preparing to travel and share their love next year. You Are Free.

Here is a link to all of Kristan's photos from The Deepening.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Calling to the Sisters of the Sun

Return of the Medicine Women - Mt Tamborine, QLD

Swan Blessing: Femmina Unbound
Full price ticket: $150
Concession Ticket: $120

Dear Sisters of the Sun,

It has been over a year since my last journey to the mystic Mountain Tamborine and I welcome you to join me in ceremony and circle to reclaim the ancestral medicine of the wise woman : Swan Blessing - Femmina Unbound. This ceremony and workshop will be held at Grail Haven, Mt Tamborine on Oct 12th. I am honoured to hold space for the return of your medicine in this collective unbinding of Feminine Wisdom. On this day we will release and clear some of the strongest of past beliefs and vows : Vow of Silence, Vow of Obedience, Vow of Chastity with the intention of releasing the binds that tie the past histories of the Medicine Women, Shamans, Witches, Herbalists, Wise Women. By consciously releasing these sacred contracts from our spirits, our hearts, our voices and our bodies, we are opening up strong Dream Pathways for our Ancestors, the Grandmothers, to heal and reconnect the roots to our Ancestral Medicine again. These are our birthright gifts, we are ALLOWED.


The Medicine of Swan is the gift of Seership, Swan Blessing is an activation to open your own ability to be the Seer and experience shamanic vision. In Femmina Unbound you will journey back into the past to see your own binding spells - created by your own words in promise or vow and with great compassion release your spirit from them. You may also see back into the Mother Lands to understand and release the bindings carried in the lineage. 

After embracing connection to our Ancestral Medicine we will engage in the shamanic practice of Medicine Doll creation. This doll will be made in the image of your 'dreaming self' - the otherwordly self that acts as a bridge to the ancestors and animal totems. Please bring a small sacred object to place inside your doll. You can read about Emily's personal experience of the process of creating her own spirit doll here.

Medicine Dolls

   

This day will be spent in the Deep, you may feel much emotion moving through you but the key is not to hold on to the wound to let it flow in the sacred water we will communing with at Grail Haven - a spring water sanctuary and holder of sacred energy on Mt Tamborine. Once released, this well of feeling will be replaced by your Medicine and your Love. we will be able to fully feel our majesty and our natural gifts of healing. With hearts full of love we will sing our spirits back to ourselves, performing Soul Retrieval and Initiating ourselves again into our wise medicine. With this love and power we will then perform together a ceremony of healing for our Sacred Earth, honouring the ancient Aboriginal Ancestors of the land.

Speak to your Ancestors, call to the Grandmothers - they are very aware of this journey we are making to our Medicine, they are so happy that we are returning. If you are feeling great resistance you are very welcome to book a session by Skype if you feel you need to before we meet on October 12th. I will also be holding a small amount of personal Swan Blessing sessions on the mountain in the days before the ceremony.


Oceans of love to you my medicine sisters,
you are free.

Swan Shaman - Waves of Grace by Patricia Ariel