HerStory Rising Sister Journal


Voices From The Goddess Rising Sisterhood

Volume II

Lunar Imbolc: Embracing The Dark Goddess

And so we journey on...

Welcome you to Volume 2 of 'Herstory Rising', our Goddess Rising Sister Journal. This journal includes the unique expression, voices and stories from our Global Sisterhood. It has been created in dedication to the to the Rise of the Divine Feminine that is taking place in each woman on the planet and the importance for our voices to be spoken and heard with support and celebration. This is for you, dear one, for our worldwide womb web. To connect with one another heart to heart, from moon to moon. To inspire and be inspired. 

It is my joy and honour to welcome you to explore the art, the beauty and the self-expression of our sisters from around the world in the theme of Lunar Imbolc: Embracing The Dark Goddess.

With Aloha,


Achintya Devi

Founder, Goddess Rising


We welcome your voice in our Sister Journal!



Goddess Art

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Anna Lindberg | Instagram: @anna.lindberg.art


Dark Moon Warrior  

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Chris Paradox | Instagram: @chris_paradox

Dark moon warrior
The labyrinth of the night shadows
Power in the mysteries
I embrace the Full moon
With wisdom I explore as a goddess warrior
My realm seeks blood of death in this re-birth of transformation
My nature of sweet tongues
Fruitful creation of my followers
I fly with you
I explore with you
To release my fears and anxieties
I fly in this dark moon
Night as black onyx
The smell of wet dew
As I walk the raw flesh of Mother Earth
My universe, lift me up. 


Goddess Rhythm 

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Nicole Rogers | Instagram: @rivers.endd

It all began with rhythm Pounding like a drum Before she came I pictured this My ancestors hum

A thousand years before me The wild wombyn came And fell into the rhythm Pounding like the rain

To hear the heart beat of Gaia Her voice so loud My body obeyed and began the journey Down into the ground

I sent each wave into her As my baby crowned I became my ancestors All their knowledge

I found In the arms of the universe We give birth to life And the pounding of the drum Guides us in the night


Navigating the Shadow

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Vanessa Mosley | Instagram: @lovegoodprana

Every Winter I take some time off from socializing so that I can reflect on my inner Self, and lurk into the much avoided Shadow lands of my soul. I start this process by acknowledging the Shadow side of my Archetypes, the negative aspects of my personality, and uncover how and why they got there so I can transmute that energy. This past year, I began my journey on Winter Solstice, and a day or two into my journey depression came over me like a sudden tsunami. This experience was unlike my prior journeys into my dark side. I felt emotional, exposed, raw, and could not stop crying. As I reflected on recurring patterns in my life and behavior, I remembered old hurts, I witnessed the pain, but this time there was no anger, just sadness and immense compassion. When I thought I was done crying, and my heart was done bleeding, all I felt I could do was cry some more. I realized then that all the old wounds I had collected growing up and through out my lifetime, I had simply placed Band-Aids over. This was my failed attempt of “dealing” with my past hurts and experiences; trying to move along as quick as I could, to move forward on my path, but all along all I was doing was adding more and more weight to all of my baggage. Never letting the wound Breathe. 

All this time, I never truly let myself “feel to heal” the old wounds. When I recalled a painful experience, I was not just remembering it, but I was re-living it. The memory worked like a sad or scary movie that stimulated my neurons to physically re-experience that past experience, instead of emotionally separating from that experience and leaving that as my past. By letting it define me and justify my patterns and actions in my life, I was letting myself live through the experience over and over again, and by not letting that memory free I was being controlled by it. I gave up on trying to control and hide my emotions from everyone, and resisting the flood of tears coming through me. I was able to experience the pain fully, I acknowledged it for what it was, forgave everyone involved, even myself, gathered the lesson learned and the strength it gave me, and finally let it go to the ethers.  

As painful as this experience was, I also understood that it was a gift, and a step towards my evolution. I know that like the seasons, this would eventually go as quick as it came upon me. And like rain, the tearful sessions began to feel cleansing. I was finally lightening my heavy load, after carrying it for so long on my shoulders. At the same time I wasn’t forgetting my past, I was simply letting go of what I couldn’t control and allowing the space for the growth I needed to finally happen. 

I won’t lie, there were moments I felt hopelessly empty, like there was no more to give, and I would never see the end of this phase. This was terrifying, I felt dead, like I had completely lost myself; and having two young kids this was definitely not a state I wanted to be in or wanted them to witness! Yet at the same time, I understood there was no more hiding.  Like the ashes left behind after a great fire, after having so much intense feelings, everything suddenly went internally quiet. I was just in the present state of mind letting the glowing embers of my Spirit kindle their glow, as I sifted through the ashes of my former self. 

One morning, I woke up to find the emptiness suddenly lifted. It seemed as though overnight I felt changed; as if in my sleep all my tears had finally mixed with the hot ashes of my soul to formulate something alchemical, new and crystalline in Nature. Like sifting the pan of dirt to find gold; I found beautiful souvenirs through all that heaviness. Unique and forgotten parts of myself that were simply waiting to be found once again. 

That is the beauty of the experience of life itself isn’t it? To find the lessons, the treasures, and Honor those true parts of Ourselves. 

There is a weightlessness that accompanies this confidence and clarity. My authentic Light was finally shining, and I felt renewed like the snake shedding its skin. My shifting of patterns was finally exposed to the world, and I glided through my days with a deeper understanding, deeper love, and deeper connection to All. 

We are molecularly designed and balanced in such a way to continuously grow and allow that light within to emit and shine like stars to guide others; it is part of our Essence.  I share this story with heartfelt compassion and understanding with you Sisters, because life is indeed full of heartache, but also full of great, mysterious beauty. I light a candle for all of my Sisters experiencing this journey, may you find the light with Patience, Love and Grace. 


Her Story of Remembrance 

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Dr. Kathia Roberts | Instagram: @seasonaldoc

I was transported back in time to an era where people dwelled in caves and in fact still do. Where pilgrims and healers journey for their own healing and shamanic experiences. Where the connection with Spirit, Nature and ones ancestral linage and wisdom is palpable and undeniable. 

 The Fertility caves, known by locals as Motholeng on the boarder of Swaziland in Southern Africa. A place to be inspired, birth forth your souls creativity and be initiated in ancient ways as part of ones Priestess Path.

I welcomed the procession, and initiation as the “Songoma” the Shaman. Blessed by the healing waters and attuned by the ancient whispers of spirit.  Deep within the heart of the cave, surrounded by life stock that served as my witness and community, busman pictures depicts these ancient practices framed by the surrounding majesty and wisdom of the red mountains. I learned that this type of knowledge, knowing is not just passed on through the lineage, ancestors, a guru, teacher, books or master of some sorts, but through this re-connection with these natural sacred elements, an inner knowing, and an open heart in order to receive from Spirit.

I had to go into the darkness, the cave in order to feel and see the light and infinite possibility within the inner womb (cave) of my Devine existence. 


Embracing the Dark Goddess: A Key to Feminine Power 

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Syma Kharal | Instagram: @flourishing.lotus

It is so beautiful to live in a time where the Goddess is rising, as women everywhere are heeding the sacred inner call to recover and reclaim their sacred feminine gifts. Awakening divine beauty, sensuality, receptivity, creativity and prosperity by connecting with goddesses like Aphrodite, Yemanya and Lakshmi is essential to our flourishing as women.

However, it is just as vital to honor and cultivate the bold, mysterious and fearless aspects of ourselves, represented by goddesses like Persephone, Hecate and Kali. Because, like us women, the Goddess is a lot more complex, multidimensional and multifaceted: She gracefully and unapologetically embodies both light and dark, and invites us to do the same. 

Her wisdom teaches us that only through facing and embracing all of ourselves can we truly find our way back to wholeness, freedom and full feminine empowerment. 

In fact, the goddesses who are unafraid to face the shadows of the unknown are the very ones with the power to fiercely take us through our greatest transformations. In my experience, working with these goddesses both personally and professionally always leads to the greatest breakthroughs after the harshest breakdowns. 

As we invoke the Goddess in all her aspects to heal, bless and uplift our lives, here is how embracing the dark goddesses can empower us during trying times: 


Delve into the Underworld with Persephone

Dividing half the year between her earth-goddess mother Demeter during spring and summer, and guiding souls in the afterlife during fall and winter as wife of Hades and queen of the underworld, Greek goddess Persephone effortlessly navigates light and dark in perfect balance. She reminds us that no matter how bountiful or barren, there is grace to be found in all seasons and times. 

When we descend into a period of winter in our lives, she invites us to be unafraid to delve into the darkest recesses of our unconscious selves, our own inner “underworld.” She shows us that no matter how harshly we are forced into facing the unknown (most tales tell of her abduction, rape and forced marriage with Hades before her rise to beloved wife and queen), that we can transcend victimhood and become victorious. 

To draw on Persephone's grace and resilience in our lives, we must allow ourselves to face the deepest depths of our pains and fears, for the greatest healing happens when we are willing to experience our feelings at full force. As we embrace all lost ghosts within, we are then blessed with the ability to guide them back to the light. We set ourselves free to ascend into a new season and start again, as Persephone does each spring. 


Find Your Sacred Path with Hecate

Pre-Hellenistic goddess Hecate carries her lit torch to guide us through dark and mysterious places, inviting us to uncover our own inner magic, power and light to illuminate our paths. 

This three-headed goddess helps us harness the lesson of the past, the opportunity in the present, and the best choice for our future. Even as she is queen of the dark, guardian of crossroads, traveler between realms, keeper of spells and sacred mysteries and protectress of women and witches, her name actually means “the luminous and shining one.” 

Hecate shows us that by gaining fearless dominion over all that is dark and hidden, we become enlightened by ultimate truth. We access the inner wisdom, power and clarity to navigate tricky and treacherous roads, and can glide forward on the best possible path as gracefully and masterfully as Hecate does. 


Destroy the Old and Create Anew with Kali

While Persephone and Hecate are goddesses we can invoke during dark times, Hindu goddess Kali's signature style is to blast into our lives whether or not we are ready for her. In fact, it's usually when we are at our most comfortable and complacent that she tornadoes into our life to turn everything upside down. She shakes us to our very core, that we may realize the frail and faulty foundation we were standing on. And then, as we mourn the ashes left by her destruction of the old, she lovingly forces us to create anew. 

Springing from the center of warrior-mother goddess Durga's forehead to obliterate an un-defeatable demon, Kali is the fierce focus and will required to defeat our most self-sabotaging patterns and our own un-yeilding demons. 

It's the part of us that says a big, bold, badass ENOUGH! to disempowering patterns after all our patience has been tested. It's the courage we get that feels almost out-of-body when we take an abrupt, firm stand for ourselves and finally quit the toxic job, leave that unhealthy relationship or free oursleves from addiction. 

Kali is the part of us that will push us beyond our limits, right into our darkest fears, and then show us that instead of falling and crashing, we had the power the fly and flourish all along. 

It takes courage and tenacity to embrace Kali, Persephone and Hecate when it's so much more fun to play with the soft, sensual and sweet side of the sacred feminine. Yet, during our dark nights of the soul, there is no greater ally than the dark Goddess Herself to guide us back to light. That is why we must seek to embody all aspects of the Goddess if we are to rise up as full, living goddesses ourselves.


Well Ritual 

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Elisha Halpin | Instagram: @thedancingpilgrims


Oracle of the Murky Seas 

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Laura Carmody | Instagram: @laura_laflora

Feel Her darkness,
Raindrops of moonstone,
Protectress of the black night.

Her call is quite frightening,
Yet comfortable…
An oracle from your very depths.

Through your shadow,
She beckons to you,
A plea to remember the sea.

The waves all envelop me,
Tossing through the currents,
Float into the depths & feel the abyss.

Ever am I searching,
Treading murky waters,
Delving into the pain, the hurt, the shame.

7 days I’ve spent at sea,
Flowing with the ebbing tides,
Now ashore an island I remember a Light.

Feel Her calmness,
Stillness while in motion,
Like water over a smooth rock.

Petals unfolding,
Universes unraveling,
Soft shapes of the forest floor.

Free Her from your burdened mind,
From your dream.

Return us both to the moss & trees.


All Knowing, All Loving Sweet Creator

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Kerry Barley | Instagram: @KerryElizabethBarley

 Image by Goddess Rising Sister Maude Barley. Used with permission.

Image by Goddess Rising Sister Maude Barley. Used with permission.

Let our Infinite Souls create a new humanity.
Let our feet walk more in your direction-embracing both our shadows and sparks inside us.
Let us know and live in tune with the universe that is responding to the vibrational attitude that we emit.
Oh, Great Spirit, flow through us, create unified consciousness deep within our souls.
We thank you for the present moment and for the many blessing you have shown us.
Let us live knowing less can be more and slow can be fast.
Let us follow your will and take time for our breath...
Our Innerspace Gallery.
Let us live with intention and put healthy into get healthy out.
Let our thoughts harmonize with the Source within as we continue to recognize that power is in the choices we make each day. 


An Open Apology to My Mother: A Healing Manifesto

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Elsie Lopez 


i'm sorry that i'm not a regular person.

i'm sorry that i don't know what a regular person is. or that i'm not afraid of what they are afraid of.

i am sorry that we can no longer agree on going to church or what dignity means for a woman.

i apologize for the many times i heard you cry and never comforted you///


i know what it feels like to be alone or to know your father is alive but feel him absent.

i know why you need god to be a man and not a woman. i see the form of the protection you seek and the love you crave.

i apologize in advance because who i am becoming, what will set you free, goes against everything you believe. 


Birth of a Goddess

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Shona Jones-Banfield | Instagram: @shokeepitreal

I am angry, enraged, raw
Alone, lost, forgotten
Disgusted beyond belief
Adrift, empty, hollow
Unnatural, a freak of nature
Broken, ruined
Destructive, in turmoil.
Anger courses through my veins. My blood is replaced with gasoline.
I am spent. I can’t carry on like this anymore.
This life is done.
I rip through my life shredding every aspect, work, home, family, material possessions.
My life, my so called life, is a heap of rumble, bits and bits, a pyre built.
The breath of fire escapes my lips. I have no control over the flow.
My life
Quickly engulfed
Now smoldering
A heap of ashes
The shock!
I scream a loud, long guttural cry of an enraged mad woman.
The trees quiver.
The birds are silenced.
I stoke the embers, a false hope to bring my life back.
A lone eagle watches the dismay.
I roll, claw, thrash about, dirty, ash and tear stained face.
I mourn the remains of my life, never wanted.
She comes, mocks me, laughing, dancing, and jesting.
She grabs me by my hair as I desperately try to hold the last ember.
She drags harder and unceremoniously hurls me into the pristine waters.
I plummet deeper and deeper.
Time speeds up, and then slows down. I lose track of time.
I am new,
Naked and afraid,
With nothing but my breath and the feet beneath me.
A breath, a step
A breath, a step
A breath, a step
A new life begins.
The eagle’s watch comes to an end.
She soars high.
Kali Ma undulates.
The battle won.
A new goddess emerges.


All is Well When All is Done

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Emma Elizabeth | Instagram: @cardinalmuse

How do I know?

How do I know, that this time is the last?

I know by way of movement.
Stillness as a precursor to a half finished
Attempt at fixing what was never
Broken, merely twirled around once
Again at last.

We got dizzy.

Funny, how, I never noticed until
The circle stopped spinning,
Producing a web of neatly plaited knots
Tangled in harmony, twisted with
A love of unraveling.

A weaver’s game, you say,
Won by the gentlest of fingers.
And somehow, it was always you
Patient to finish the task of
Undoing the crisscrossed pattern that
Managed to find me captivated,

A weaver’s game, I say,
One until I am to pick apart
The work of a master, perfected
On a crafter’s spool,
On a whim undone,
Gaping, open.

You say, it is only the cycle.
That our web was spun of corn silk
And of ancient fibers, long passed
A ripening of use.

How easy it must be to declare,
Of the one who chose to step off
Flushed, hands raw, fingers stained.

Forgive me.
I did not know that a circle had an ending. 


Goddesses Rhythm 

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Nicole Leigh | Instagram: @rivers.endd

It all began with rhythm
Pounding like a drum
Before she came I pictured this
My ancestors hum

A thousand years before me
The wild wombyn came
And fell into the rhythm
Pounding like the rain

To hear the heart beat of Gaia
Her voice so loud
My body obeyed and began the journey
Down into the ground

I sent each wave into her
As my baby crowned
I became my ancestors
All their knowledge I found

In the arms of the universe
We give birth to life
And the pounding of the drum
Guides us in the night



The Faces of Failure

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Adriana Rizzolo | Instagram: @artofloving

 Image by Goddess Rising Sister, Meg Shumaker

Image by Goddess Rising Sister, Meg Shumaker

i don't know about you but i can be the best woman to be around as long as i am remembering who i am and where i am headed. up until now, any hint of rejection, failure, hurt or abandon and i can go blind complaining and talking hurtful smack (to myself or others) ripping and tearing everything around to shreds. i've always needed to feel insanely loved and free to be ok and yet placed myself in situations that did not reflect this desire. sound familiar at all?

the thing we often forget to talk about while going along beating our own drums and trying to be good at life, is the messiness and how life is always giving us an opportunity to see it, heal it, clean it up to experience greater love. we ignore and avoid the inevitable failures of being a woman, a man, or a tribe that is on the road to nowhere in particular but keeps going everywhere awesome.

but how do we trust our hearts after they have been broken so many times? after each time we mustered the strength to leap and time and time again, along with the amazing experience of flying, we've fallen. not only fallen but crashed. i can't believe sometimes that my bones are all still intact. how can we honor that whisper that has gotten us into so much trouble? how does one stay wild and free and trust her next step, when so many times, along with the profound liberation, those movements also brought intense pain.

we all have...many faces. and naturally most people (including ourselves) like some of them, more than others. accept and celebrate some wholeheartedly and reject others with all our might. the thing is although some of them reflect our highest truth and love perhaps, they are all a part of the big Love. even the darkness, even the failure.

our darkness is what leads us to our light. and our light is what empowers us to be fearless of the dark. can your heart feel the pain and remember the freedom that it is really all about?

almost every day for over a year now, I have woken up in debilitating fear. worries of the future, regrets from the past. oh good lord and the mysterious, insurmountable feelings of failure. it has trapped me many times. i have the tools now to not believe my mind, and connect into what is true. i know that we revisit past hurts because we can heal them with the love we have grown to know. in theory , yes I know all of that. and oftentimes, it works! for the record, all the hard work does pay off.

some mornings i lie still as can be under my soft fuzzy blankets and just pray, squeeze tight and release into the arms of Grace wrapped around me. but there were many nights i fell asleep with a Matt Kahn talk on youtube (he has no idea how many times we've slept together), his reassuring enlightenment illuminating my own heart just enough to feel ok about getting some rest.

lately i wake up and choose to step into my power on purpose. when we can touch our worth even a little bit, and have gotten a lick or a big gulp of our purpose, or even just the burning desire to know it better, we can choose to step into our power on purpose. most of us don't even know what it feels like to be in our power until we decide it's important. and then magically, just like that we begin to feel it. nurture and honor it.

the truth is, i've never safe or loved to just be who i was, or feel what i was feeling. growing up i heard everyone saying they loved me, but I never felt it. who really knew what hearts were for besides breaking in the early 80s anyway? feeling safe and loved early on became the motivation for everything i did.

i never knew what true love was until i went to India some years ago on pilgrimage and began to get a taste for something i would quickly become crazy for. unconditional love.

the thing about unconditional love is that it's always there, right where you are, but seems rare for most of us to always experience ourselves as it. maybe that's why it's so attractive to us. we were taught that not everything, not all parts get to be loved. only the ones that someone else wants to accept.

imagine how wild you could be inside if you felt all parts seen and loved. even the dark little nasty, ones you think are so ugly. and then feel shame about feeling ugly. it all piles up like dirty laundry on the floor. how good does it feel to do your laundry? maybe not at first, you kind of forget during but when it's done WHEW! thank god you decided to do it!

as conscious women, we long to get closer to ourselves, to each other, and to the people that we love. you're not dirty or worng because of the sexual experiences you've been through. you're not bad because there are still parts in your that want to be loved. if you ask me, healing shame is the doorway to fearlessly sharing your awakening heart, living a powerful creative life and sense of purpose in your body, and cultivating the willingness to serve as the phenomenal woman you are on this earth. the truth is, we need you.

i ask women to tell me something about themselves that they love, something they hate or feel ashamed about, or to simply tell me a story about them that I don't know, and as I sit and listen with my heart we begin to move into a new space and time. i love to do this.

we pray, open our voices and bodies together to be closer, to heal and remember the good, the deeper purpose in what we've experienced. what we are going through now connects to something in the past, and one way to keep stepping forward is to revisit scary places in the arms and heart of someone and something who loves you unconditionally. this gives you the courage to remember how far you have come. do this with someone you trust, do this with a tree, and you will see! you can come back again into your place of wisdom and trust.

and so what if i have had a habit of being mean when i got scared. or that i continue to create a life of what seemed to be mistakes and failures. so what if it's all in the name of love an service, learning and all a part of stepping into my power on purpose.

secretly i know that the sweetness of my lips can make up for the mistakes of a million women and so i'll keep on kissing life in the mornings and with every moment, every chance that i get.


Dancing with Shadows

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Kristen Lagos | Instagram: @lagoslunalove


She Doesn't Want Your Dirt. She Wants Your Dirt.

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Dawn Champine | Instagram: @goddessdiaries8

I once read about an ancient custom called Hecate's Deipnon. Deipnon means "feast", but as a practice in ancient Greece, devotees of Hecate would spend the dark moon day cleaning their homes, sweeping floors, purging leftover foods that were about to spoil, brushing cobwebs from corners. This garbage would then be gathered up and arranged on a platter as an offering to the Goddess and because her sacred places were three way crossroads, or where land met water and air, (i.e. the places in-between) Her devotees would leave these offerings there. Desperate to find a Goddess I could connect with, I decided to give it a try. For a Dark Goddess custom, it felt safe enough. "What did i have to lose, anyway?"

I finished my morning tea and got to work. I cleaned piss stains off the side of the toilet and around the floor. I scrubbed soap scum off the sides of the bath tub and the toothpaste crust from the bathroom sink. I sprayed down mirrors, swept and mopped. I cleaned the fridge, tossed old food into a bag and then scrubbed down the shelves. I tidied the living room, folded laundry and for a good 12 hours that dark moon day, I spent devotional time in service to my family and the Goddess Hecate. All the dirt I'd collected was then carefully displayed on a platter.

Later that evening, I loaded up the car. I didn't know of any three way crossroads nearby, but a recent hike in nearby found me stumbling upon stream with towering basalt rocks high above it. I decided that it was close enough of a drive without my family missing me, and far enough away that it felt special. When I found the place again, I pulled over trying to hide my car in the bushes. No one would drive by, but it still felt like I needed to stay under cover. The skies were as black as the inside of a pinhole camera, with pricks of light shining through. I had to sit for a moment in the darkness to let my eyes adjust. I was a little scared, the air had a charge in it and I could feel the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stand to attention.

I took the platter of garbage out of the car and began to walk toward the basalt rocks that jutted out of the water. Sandy soil crumbled beneath my feet and I slid down the ditch bank, barely able to save the offering from flying everywhere as I caught myself on a flat rock and returned to balance. At that point, I decided to just sit there in the dark, on the rock, and carefully lay out the offerings before me. The night air was warm and a gentle breeze carried the scent of desert sage brush. I heard the water trickling down below in the stream. It was the blackest night I'd ever experienced, but my eyes were adjusting and I was beginning to see my way around. I took out my candles and placed them in a circle around the platter, just like I remembered from the article I read online.

I have to admit, it seemed strange that She'd want my garbage. Why? What would She do with it, anyway? Most goddesses I read about required elaborate offerings, gorgeous platters of fruit and honey, crystals laid out in a beautiful grid, perfumed incense and flowers. But tonight, I was bringing forth my dirt.

I lit the match and carefully ignited the candles. They illuminated the platter of rotted food, dirt and cobwebs. At least in this glow, it looked kind of pretty.

I didn't know what to do next, so I silently sat in lotus position. The water trickled below and a breeze kicked up. I opened my eyes and felt transported into the betwixt. Neither here, nor there. A time outside of time. A place outside of a place.

Off in the distance, I heard a howl.

It was Her.

"Give me your dirt, Child." I heard Her whisper.

Looking down at the illuminated platter of garbage, I finally understood...She doesn't want my garbage! She wants my dirt!

My stomach dropped with anxiety and a deep, primordial knowing. It was time to give Her what I came here for. My throat tightened, tears welled up in my eyes and snot started dripping down my nose. I whispered into the darkness my most haunting secrets, the lies, the limiting beliefs, my frustrations. I gave it all up, confessing everything over that plate of putridness. Nothing was too dark or dirty for Her in this moment. I could see, in my mind's eye, the energy of the words falling from my mouth onto the platter like fruit and cheese. And then, when it felt I had reached the dregs of my soul and had no more to say, I returned to silence.

An eternity passed. The air thickened with the scent of sage. The hound's howl was closer, perhaps across the stream. I looked up and nocturnal eyes flashing in the distance. Her hounds had come to retrieve my offerings.

I nudged the platter forward and got up to leave. I walked to the car without looking back. And so goes the story of my initiation as a Daughter of the Dark.


The Jolt that Awakened Me

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Britt Johnson | Instagram: @youarevenus

The soul inside me called, "Are you listening beautiful spirit, the one that lives inside that magnificent body of flesh?
Are you ready to jump across the fire, stand in your presence and claim your existence?"
I woke up daily, uncomfortable with the man that lay cold next to me.
I screamed to the Universe, take me home!
He didn't see me.
I didn't see me.
And the power that was contained in my bones, it was dormant for so long that I felt like it had burnt out.
I craved a life of freedom, wholeness and divine purpose.
I craved a life I would be honored and seen fully.
One where my truth spilled from my mouth with flow and divinity.
Miserable with my self defeating talks, scared towards change and the unknowing future.
I slept in my pain, I woke up in my pain and I manifested illness.
I knew something was wrong, I knew I let my pain take over my body.
I felt the a jolt of energy expand me, my third eye busted open, and love cascaded from the base of my spine to the crown of my head.
I had awoken.
My throat Chakra was taken over by cancerous cells.
Shaking me awake, moving me towards consciousnesses, drifting me slowly and steadily like the sea towards my power.
I was jolted.
I turned to spirit and let light embrace me. I knew I was going to be okay, but I needed to take the dive into the unknown.
I embraced the current of change, took a few heart-centered breathes, and I dove into the light of the Universe.
I left my relationship, became a single mother to my crystal child, embraced the Universes timing, and I found a home I now feel whole within.
The leap can be felt with gut wrenching uncertainty, or unwavering bliss towards growth, either one is a choice
I would feel the pain 100 times more, knowing the outcome I now feel within my experience.
It is within the pain we rise.
I bow to the cancer that took home in my throat. I bow to the tears of pain in which I allowed to cloud my vision.
I bow to the teachers who I felt wronged by.
Within my darkest hours, I was given the opportunity to see my light within more clearly.
The jolt that awakened me was the jolt that saved me.
Namaste, Britt Johnson


Divine Love

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Catherine Astreya Rose | Instagram: @spiritoftherose

As I journey through life I conduct myself with the most love possible. May each and every breath I breathe in, every breath I breathe out, every thought that arises, every word that I speak, every step that I take be rooted in the deepest soils of Divine Love.

May I breathe love in and breathe love out and all of my shared words have seeds planted in the sweetest soils of love.

May this rich soil grow into the deepest layers of my heart, the deepest layers of my being, may it be fertile grounds for every action I take, relationship I encounter and circumstance that may arise to blossom and arise from the sweet roots of rich Divine Love. 


Luna Love

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Shalini Breault | Web: swangoddess.com

To My Luminous Luna Sister,

On this day of the Dark or New Moon, you are up above looking down on me even if I can't see you. I feel your luminous, refreshing light, love and energy shining over and around me.

It's in my renewed belief that I can start a new project or new chapter in my life - a clean slate if I so choose. Not being able to see you clearly on this day reminds me of my unlimited potential you have to offer me. I can imagine, dream and manifest anything I desire.

You provide this wonderful reminder and opportunity each month to help me stay centered and focused on my path of life. My journey begins and ends with you, my Celestial Sister.

Shine bright!

With Celestial Love and Blessings, Your Sun Sister


The Star

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Tiffany Echo Wolf| Instagram: @lostsugardisco

 Photography: Tifani TrueLove    

Photography: Tifani TrueLove


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Posted on February 4, 2016 .