HERSTORY RISING SISTER JOURNAL

Voices From The Goddess Rising Sisterhood

Issue 1. Solstice. Rebirth, Rituals & Celebration



And so it begins...

Blessed Solstice and welcome to the very first publication of 'Herstory Rising', our new 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 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 Solstice: Rebirth, Rituals & Celebration.  

We welcome your voice in our Sister Journal1

Blessings unto you as we Rise Together! 

 

With Aloha, Achintya Devi

Founder, Goddess Rising

NEXT HERSTORY RISING PUBLISH DATE: For Lunar Imbolc, February 4th, 2016.

 

Movement in Time

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Morgiane Hamadou   Instagram: @essenceofmine

Freestyle is my favourite state of being. I also like to call it Free Flowing. Inspired living. The way I created this solo piece is the same way I create and re-create myself everyday: I die and I am reborn. It is essential to my growth, because holding onto layers of myself with deep attachment would prevent the shedding of my skins. I have struggled with this for a long time, but I come to the conclusion that I am not a defined and linear being : so it is okay to be someone new everyday, letting go of the old and welcoming the new. I expand in infinite ways.

 

My Womb Holds My Rebirth

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Sofia Bonilla   Instagram: @daughter.of.the.elements

My Womb; she is the darkest dark, comfortable and warm.

I am loved by her.

Here I give birth, to my new self, to my true self, here I give birth to life, here I hold life.

Here lies the deep mystery of the unknown, the untouched, she holds the mystery of life.

And only when I re-awaken, and only when I step into the occult it is revealed; the understanding of the cycles, the knowing of the cosmos, her ebb and flow, her life, death, rebirth, transcendence.

Here, in me, lies the gate, the portal, to the infinite, here in me the tunnel awaits for my footsteps to cross over and feel, to discover the light, the purest light, that resides in my darkest dark. And so, I rebirth myself.

 

Goddessessment

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Ascentia Fox   Instagram: Web:: www.missascentia.com

 

We Women Are the Creators

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Dori Deer Instagram: @dorideer

As the weeks go by, I wonder where these years went. How can so much happen in such short period of time? Am I dreaming?

Two years ago I learned that I was expecting my first child. The thought of birth completely terrified me. To be honest, nothing scared me with such power before as the act of birthing a human being through the body. People always talk about break ups or divorces, illness, or death; for me it was always birth as the scariest enemy. 

But as Noah grew inside my womb, so did my confidence. I embraced the transformation from Maiden to Mother. Through different birth preparation classes, reading, yoga practice, meditation, tarot readings, hikes with my lover, and other activities that inspired me to search within and awaken my spirituality - I was able to synchronize a deep spiritual awakening with the rhythm of my body changing as I was creating a little human.

When the day came, I did my part of the work. I accepted my body as the portal of bringing a precious soul into this world, and bowed in front of Great Spirit for blessing me with and helping me through this special journey. 

I had not experienced anything like the impact of birth before or ever since. Something magical happens just before baby arrives. When you finally let go and are able to surrender, there is nowhere else to go. Nowhere else to hide. You cannot pause the moment, or make it stop. Spirit is coming through you in every possible way, and your work is to let your mind go to a place where it wouldn't be able to in everyday reality. You see nothing and everything at the same time. You see God. A God that can only be described as feelings and colors. You give in. For a moment you understand what it means to be nothing, yet you are everything. You are the most important being in this universe in this moment, doing the work nobody else could do as perfectly as you: you are giving birth to a being. 

What becoming a mother and giving birth to my child brought into my life was absolutely unexpected: I was whole. I had arrived. I was in search of something more my entire life, and then and there, finally I understood: We Women are the Creators. We are the womb, the vessel, the portal, the heart, and the force which brings life into being. 

Now the power of a Creator comes with grand responsibility, and the sooner we realize this girl power, the further our magic will reach. To some, knowing and embracing this gift becomes a realization much earlier in their life. For some it does not require the experience of childbirth at all, but for me it did. This soul in this lifetime had to have this moment of truth to fully step onto her path which is: WE ARE ALL ONE. Those long hours of labor brought visions full of light and connectedness, pulling me and tearing me apart in body and soul. Gentle hands came and grabbed me from the heavens and from beneath the earth. What an extraordinary out of body experience through such a natural and biological way! Each and every move and sound I made felt ancient. I was remembering. “I have been here before.”

Our oneness is so profound, Sister.

I saw myself through the eyes of my midwife and the nurse. I heard the voices of a thousand women singing with me as I entered and walked the labyrinth. What a historical moment to witness. What an honor to step into this role of the woman, to walk the same path as so many before me. What a blessing to be born with the gift of something I did not even have to learn, but that is coded within my entire being. 

The magic lies within us, Sister. We are the nurturers of the universe. Together we are the Goddess. 

Our own individual ways in this world are important to hold the perfect balance within the power of the Goddess. We need each of us to be able to learn and evolve with the rhythm of Mother Earth. Our stories are unique, so we can be inspiration and support for others in time of need. Each of our colors were meant to honor our Mother, and are an important aspect of the Goddess. We were meant to be different, so we could serve each other through our lives, reminding each other of our strength and beauty, being infinite mirrors through infinite lifetimes. 

I bow to you now, Sister. You hold everything you need to know within your womb. Ancient wisdom pulsates through you when you bleed the red of the Goddess. Let these words be an inspiration for you to go out into the world and watch it flow through your eyes as they do mine, or any other sister’s. If you are still searching, walking your path, or have arrived; these words are here to serve as a reminder of something you already know, since this knowledge was born with you. Birthed into this world by your mother, carried in the womb of your grandmother. Do you see Sister how deeply embedded in each other we are? 

I am of You. You are of me. Together we are the Goddess. 

 

The Call

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

Image Credit: Lindsey Erin Luna

Image Credit: Lindsey Erin Luna

Why are you bleeding, my love?
 

I am bleeding for the aches of
My mothers past, Memorializing
The buried in scars protruding to
Etch the lines on her face

Into form.

I am bleeding for the loss
Of my ownership to the new
Ways of being, ways I am told
Are not remembered.

Our, long forgotten.

I bleed for the learning of Histories
Unwanted, unknown to the majority
Of young girls confused and conflicted
They are blinded by fear of such strength

Of her own.

I am bleeding for a garden of hearts
That shed into the moons darkness
Moving to see that the curse of
A mother I once held close
Would only bring me to blood.

I have forgiven.

Today I bleed for me,
I bleed for her
And I bleed for us all.

I am bleeding for the future,
For my daughters who will
One day look upon my mangled
Skin and choose instead to run
Their ageless fingers with one stroke,

Staining, streaking a cheek
Of crimson power.

~ The Call.  

 

Join us in our Online Moon Sisters Temple For Spring Quarter

 REGISTRATION OPENS IN MARCH

Our Online Moon Sisters Temple is the new virtual home temple space for our worldwide community. We welcome you to join us in this sacred space to activate and empower your wild sacred feminine in Global Sisterhood in rhythm with the cycles of the moon. As La Luna mirrors our own waxing and waning, we gather to rise into our full potential, deepen into our hearts and wombs, nourish our personal lives, receive guidance from nature’s living wisdom, embody the power of the Goddess and cultivate meaningful relations with each other as sisters of the moon.

 
 
 

A Poem of Re-Entry

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Monica Everett   Web: www.untamedabundance.com

From the Skies I receive you,
Waning, Nearly New Moon.
Blessed with one last night of light before you go dark.
In the skies I am introduced to
The Dark Feminine of the Air
The Great Force of the Mother in the Void
Shaking, Violently
The lights on the Wings Illuminating--the Sea? The Clouds?
I cannot tell, and I release the need to know.
No need to fear,
Actually, as I see the Mystery for what She is, all anxiety falls away
As my muscles relax into presence.
I am in the Void
Amidst the Great One
the Grandmother Medicine of the Air
Even here, thousands of feet above the ground,
The Earth Mother makes her presence known.
I release, and am held by what the Pilot calls turbulence, and I call
Mother's Arms.
The Curve of Luna is a signpost for coming ever closer to Home.
At first sight she is cradling the Blackness in her White Crescent,
holding it like a filled bowl.
As I propel forward, Northward, so quickly through the air, her relative position shifts
to Waxing and Waning on a horizontal landscape, the Crescent Moon I know from childhood.
As the plane prepares to land in the State of my Birth, just short of 25 years since I emerged from the womb into this humid environment,
I feel grateful to have watched her Rise on this Flight
First from above
And then from below
As she Rose while I Descended
Rebirthing, exactly 9 months since departing under Her Fullness in December,
Now knowing what it is to be Eye to Eye with Mother Moon
Initiated
To have been between her and her reflection on the Sea, her Watery Mirror,
Her Sister of the Water Element
I have known you, Luna, my whole life, as this shape in the sky
But I truly met you in Peru, in the Southern Hemisphere where you taught me
How to receive; to fill the vessel
And to Hold its Contents and Illuminate them
Fully, Brightly, Luna Azul
And in the darkness, your daughters of Venus sing before you rise and after you set,
Sounding your Song
I was afraid of leaving the land of the Grandmother Vine, but now I see, I feel, even in the midst of this pressurized cabin,
how Her Greatness greets us in the Wind, in the Turbulence
Held in the steadiness of the Deep Dark Mystery

 

Woman of the Wood

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Freia Titland   Instagram: @freiatitland

 

In the Morning

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Marie White

I open my eyes with tenderness,
greeted by the light of day.
The air in the bedroom is ice cold from the night,
as I wake I notice this, a sharp contrast with the warmth radiating from my belly,
my sleepy body curled up under the heavy down duvet.
I push the blankets aside and the bottom of my bare feet touch the wooden floor,
for the first time today. I rise and open the window curtains; the sky is gray,
the air is misty.
I walk to the french doors and
open the long heavy curtains, smiling as the view reveals itself to me.
Do I really live here? I ask,
witnessing the color of the ocean, the dense fog over the mountains.
Across the Bay, a discreet trail of white smoke
drifts above the trees.

I dress in comfortable cotton and woolens,
walk across the living room and open the door
to the covered porch overlooking the water. I step outside, barefooted,
gather firewood stacked along the brick wall,
and quickly get back inside, arms full.
The stone hearth is still warm from last night's fire.
I kneel with offerings of kindling and crumbled paper, light a match and,
sitting still, watch as the flames grow and spread,
noticing the glow on my skin, the tender heat.
The first fire of the day is a winter morning ritual,
a blessed seasonal reminder.
I head to the kitchen and proceed to empty
the small bialetti coffee maker from yesterday's grinds,
scraping them with my fingers into the compost bucket.
I reach for the glass jar in the pantry
and as I open the lid, the rich, earthy aroma of the freshly ground beans
envelops me.

Oh how I cherish the daily rituals,
the holy ceremonies we hold throughout our days,
bearing no witness, the prayers we recite without notice.
Our daily rituals become ingrained in us through years of repetition
not seen, not captured in any way
other than through
our dedicated presence.

What will be the essence of your practice?
What will you day hold – What vessel will you be?
Today intentions will be brought into being,
the soulful embodiment of your truths.
Allow yourself the cleansing of a restful sleep,
the celebration of a new day,
the conscious creation of a living, moving altar;
finding solace in the ordinary, sacred rituals of your days.

 

The Priestess

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Mara Fae Penfil Web: www.femaleandfungi.com

 

Mother Earth is Watching Me

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

Water-west
Feeling like water, surrendered
Swimming like layers of ribbons
In my movement of freedom
Falling like rain
Enter in me
The emotions of expression
This is my medicine
Air-east
As we live in one universe
We are one in breathing
Connecting to the cosmos
As our thoughts and prayers reflect
On our living community
The flying butterfly
Transforms the next process
The mystery
Inner healing pushes thru
This is our medicine
Earth-north
Earth is my tapestry
As I seek the stories that have existed in our
Natural world
I respect human life
This is my heaven
My inner self as a goddess
Living, loving, connecting, in beauty
This is our medicine
Fire-south
Fire, fire, fire
Soulful journey emerges
The many actions
The electricity is my reservation
Burn burn burn
The shedding skin
The re-birth of mother earth
my experience
Moving in our environment
This is our medicine

 

Goddessart

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

 

The World Needs Healing

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Justina Carubia  Instagram: @justinasworldofficial

This poem was inspired by all of the unfortunate and hurtful things going on in the world right now. In response to many of these tragedies, instead of focusing on the destruction, I decided to reshift my focus on creating positive change and adding more love and light to the world we are living in. It is through HEALING that we can really become reborn and see the world through brand new eyes...

The World Needs Healing
Have you heard?
The World Needs Healing
Not Just With Words
We Need ACTION
In this Place
To save us from
Falling from Grace
The world needs LOVE
The world needs LIGHT
The world needs us
To make things right
We need to INSPIRE
And MOTIVATE
In aims to make
This place be great…
For our youth and children too
The ones who will look up to you
We set examples day to day
Don’t be the one to walk away
Don’t turn your back
On your mankind
Do not ignore
And don’t be blind
Choose words wisely
Time, don’t waste
On things promoting cruelty and hate
Strength in numbers
Is how it goes
To manifest our goals and grow
Let’s help each other one by one
Assuring that we’ll get things done
So we can revel in the change
That once had seemed so far away
The World Needs Healing
Have You Heard?
Let’s start today
Let’s get to work….

 

Finding Love for My Body

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Andrea LewisWeb: www.andreamlewis.com

For most of my life when I would look in the mirror I would criticize and judge my body for absolutely no reason!

What did my body do to me?

Yet I hated it, actually loathed my body.

I treated it with starvation, binging on “junk” foods, overindulging in toxic substances and putting myself in unsafe environments.

I also covered up my body with dark and oversized clothing to not draw attention to my petite and girlish figure. 

Who was I was hiding from and why didn’t I want to be seen?

I was unable to embrace my feminine power because I feared my own sexuality and sensuality.

My relationships expertly mirrored back this fear and I had countless lessons in learning how to reconnect to my feminine power.

When I discovered that I carried a buried secret—the root cause of my distorted body image and the reason I was punishing my body, I was ready to heal.

As I shed the shame of what happened to me when I was 6 years old, my half brother molesting me and my mother doing nothing to protect me though she caught him in my bed one night.

I began to slowly love my body and own my story of what I wished could have been and should have been. It’s taken me 5 years to see that I was replaying my childhood trauma in my relationships and that long after the abuse I was abusing and punishing myself. 

All the rage and the pain I felt had me suffering with physical symptoms of anxiety, bipolar depression, irritable bowel syndrome (IBS) and fibromyalgia.

To heal you must feel

I wrote a letter to my half brother and mother releasing all of my pain and then forgiving them.

I also wrote a letter to my body listing the reasons I loathed it. Then I wrote another letter to my body apologizing for abusing it.

When I was ready I went to a secluded wooded area to burn the letters. Before setting them up in flames I would affirm aloud: “I release this, I am no longer angry, love will heal this.” As I burned the letters one by one the toxic energy lost power.

Forgiveness sets you free

I did a visualization with my half brother, using the Hawaiian forgiveness prayer Ho'oponopono. Once my half brother accepted my apology, he then apologized to me and after I accepted his apology I hugged him. 

I then placed one hand over my heart centre and another hand on my solar plexus and invited Archangel Michael (the angel of protection) to cut the cords between my half brother and I. He then waved at me and left.

I also repeated the same visualization with my mother. Then I visualized myself at 6 years old and repeated the same visualization. 

After she waved at me I placed my hand over my heart centre and invited Archangel Raphael (the angel of healing) to integrate my Wounded self. As I opened my eyes I experienced an inner peace.

Honor Your Holy Temple Ritual

I lit candles all over my bedroom, lay a towel on my bed and said a prayer, “Dear God, please forgive me for abusing my body. Miraculously heal me. Amen.”

Then I proceeded to take my clothing off, lay on my bed in my nakedness to anoint my body with sensual massage oil—a sacred act that Mary Magdalene did for Jesus. 

I began at the tips of my toes rubbing oil and affirming, “I love my toes.” Then I rubbed my feet, my ankles etc., all the way to the top of my head and affirmed my love for each body part I anointed with oil.

As I took my time giving love, acceptance and forgiveness to every inch of my body I felt like a Goddess who knows her worth, power, sensuality, grace and beauty.

After performing the ritual I wrapped myself in a towel and when the oil was dry I put on a robe. Then I sat quietly and allowed myself to integrate the experience of reconnecting with my body. 

In my meditative state I received the insight, if I want my lover to love, accept and respect me, I need to love, accept and respect ALL of me without conditions.

Healing is not an overnight process

Whenever the pain rises to the surface I write another letter and visualize the person(s) including my Wounded self in the Hawaiian forgiveness prayer Ho'oponopono. I also anoint my body in my moon rituals.  

Like a rose I’m patiently unfolding petal by petal to reveal the light within me. I stopped abusing my body. I am healthy and whole.

With self-love and self-compassion I know my body is sacred and treat my body by nourishing it with healthy foods, eating regularly and exercising by practicing yoga a few times a week and taking daily walks in nature.

I am remembering who I am—a Goddess who knows her worth, power, sensuality, grace and beauty.

 

Mother Dragon on the Fire of Birth

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Margaret Madrone  Instagram: @margaret_lathan_madrone

You can’t walk yourself into the fire.

You have to wait to be called, and when you are called you won’t want to go, even if it’s the most fervent prayer you’ve ever uttered that one day you could be free... when the moment comes and it is your time, you will resist.

You think the fire will destroy you, will break you, will tear your body apart, that’s the reason we resist. But what I learned that Wednesday afternoon is that the fire set me free.

It opened me. NOW I was ready to be a mother.

To be Lathan’s mother. The fire of such extreme limits was to show me that despite all I have endured I have never even come close to my limits. I have more.

 

I Am

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Karla Hampton  Instagram: @SensualBodyWisdom

                                                                                              Photo Credit: Stacey Meanwell

                                                                                              Photo Credit: Stacey Meanwell

I AM here to . . . 

Be a powerful Creatrix, 

Compassionate teacher and 

Curious student of Life

Connect with the cycles of Gaia and 

Rhythms of La Luna

Embody Sacred Sensuality 

– Pleasure, Beauty, Intuition, Compassion – 

So that I can reclaim my Feminine legacy

Heal my bloodline  

Release shame, guilt and fear 

Embrace courage, truth and love

 

Remembering

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Linzy Arnott Huggon  Web: www.goddesswithinus.etsy.com

 

Coming Full Circle

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Vanessa Ly  Instagram: @Vanessaly78

Tonight I light a candle in honor of my guides and goddess that have lit my path this year. Through the darkest of times they showed me the path to happiness. They helped me get rid of what no longer served me and who no longer served me. As I mourned through the pain and heartbreak, I somehow found peace.

Once the clearing and cleansing was done, love returned. Not in the manner of a significant other as you may think. Love came in the form of sisterhood and self love. So many amazing women entered my life. One right after the other. Different ages and stages in life. I know have my tribe of amazing goddesses in my life. Each showing me the way and loving me as the women I always knew I could be.

As I sit in my cozy apartment awaiting the Winter Solstice to arrive. I feel complete. Alive. Eagerly awaiting and manifesting the next chapter in my life.

 

Our Collection

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Jessi Dennis  Instagram: @jesswanderin

this is a mass collection

during a time of vast reflection

settle in to simmer down

bring it in to wring it out

whatever it takes to land you here

spiraling in while tumbling out

this is natural

it takes integration

it takes repetition

 

this is a collection

built on repetition

 

it’s a time to dance, to move, to groove

long forgotten from  their system

this is her feminine  rhythm

 

 

this is her collection

received clearly from all directions

we’ll raise her voice & honor her choice

 

this is her  story we’ve been drafting

this is our journey we’ve been crafting

 

chapter after chapter, endless love and laughter

never claiming easy street or causing harmful heat

 

this is a collection

built in strong foundation

as we continue  searching

the answers to our yearning

arrive as the lessons we have been learning

 

a space to celebrate has risen

this time her  story written

an awakening in remembrance

a collective dance in reverence  

to be embodied and embraced

to be revoiced and rejoiced

 

we will step into circle

we will breathe our revival

we will feel enlivened

we will feel enriched

 

we will know each other

we will cherish each other

 

this is my collection

there is no competition -----  living in love  -------  no moment unsung

not anywhere near perfection

 

not only my collection

embracing resurrection

this is glistening --- a ring --- everlasting dream

as it rises we remember our tries

as each moment unfolds into transformation so bold

able  to empathize with forces beyond our eyes

humbled to be felt and understood

finally accepted

eternally collected

 

this mesmerizing collection

this stabilizing insurrection

deep into the depths we will find what hides

this simple piece of bliss inside

let her come out and peek about

welcome her in with a sense of reason

she has followed you here

she knows when you go there

 

greet her warmly

accept her honestly

treat her humbling

bury her safely

the sweet surrender

the honor from under

 

sometimes the start is where we get stuck

leaving the end to feel like a truck

with preference to neither

with respect to all sides

leave room for air, who gently abides

sometimes we trail off and pray to be found

lovingly for us, we are openly bound

finding  myself getting back on track

rightfully so after much impact

 

we create

we celebrate

this is the collection

with your participation

we commemorate

 

Goddess

Contributed by Goddess Rising Sister: Hayley Foster da Silva  Instagram: @moonlight.phoenix

Breathe in, Breathe out
Goddess in, Goddess out
within and without
round and about
the Goddess breathes as we do
In and out
inside out, upside down
it doesn't matter which way we look
you won't find her presence in a book
she's in you, she's around you
searching your soul
making you whole.

Breathe in, Breathe out
Goddess in, Goddess out
Let's not forget our connection
as we search for the answers
to our soul seeking questions
she is I, and she is you
she is the sky, she is the sea
she is the spirit inside of me

come, won't you see
this mystical union is free
Goddess in, Goddess out,
I have no doubt.

 

Thank you, Sister for being here and witnessing and being a part of this most special first iteration of the HerStory Rising Sister Journal. If you're interested in contributing your voice, we'd love to hear from you! 


Posted on December 20, 2015 .