Mycelium Musings

I see women walking through an ancient village, one lined behind the other. Their dresses are a soft, glowing, expansive white that extends beyond the boundaries of their physical container, mirroring the mountain mist that surrounds them. In their hands, each holds a bowl that is steaming with mystery & intrigue. It is clear the bowls hold hot water & sacred herbs, but their intention remains unknown. Perhaps Yoni steaming, tea, earth offerings, all of the above? Whatever these herbs will be used for, it’s clear that they’re being carried with the utmost respect & honor.

As I follow this council of wombmyn, we soon reach the sea. We stand above, looking down from a tall grassy bluff- smelling the salt, hearing the crashing waves, feeling the ocean mist on our skin. One of the wombmyn lets out a primal, uninhibited cry & the circle joins in. As we cry out like ancient instruments, crafted as channels of She, the waves begin to grow, the wind picks up speed, a crackle of thunder rumbles in the distance. The cries of joy, bliss, pain, & passion rise to a climax, our voices the drums, rattles, & didgeridoos.

And at once, all comes to stillness & silence. The voices cease. The wind calms. The waves return to a gentle lapping. And the council is circled, grounded in the center of it all- embodying the full spectrum of Universal existence, spiraling between everything & nothing, dancing between movement & stillness, breathing into humanity & divinity. And in this place of stillness, a cloud opens above, pouring crystal clear golden light into our circle-first into the center & then to each individual. The Golden Ray connects with the Third Eye of each sister in circle. After receiving, each wombmyn appears to be glowing from the inside out.

Now the wombmyn each begin to intuit the medicine that the herbs hold for them. Some sip, some steam under their dresses, some whisper their prayers to the plants & waters, offering them to Gaia. Other scry the waters & read the oracular expressions left by their plant allies.

Suddenly, it is night. A giant Full Moon rises above us. Through our intention we create a physical cone of power- a visible, spiraling, breathing, & rising containment of organized particulum. The particles are shining, glowing, ethereal, of Source Consciousness. One alone would hardly be visible. Yet all of them dancing, working, & playing together is one of the most mysterious & miraculous forces of the Universe that I have ever had the honor of witnessing.