This meditation was given to me by my blessed friend and sister of the sword, Harper. I finally got the guts or was frustrated enough to do it tonight. For years I’ve been to attached to my former friend and still incredibly angry at the betrayal he committed, so quickly. Tonight I went out to the dark landing by the river, in my midnight blue cloak…with the wind ever so softly moving through the willows and me still seething with frustration at myself 10 minutes into the breathing meditation I was working on….I suddenly decided I should do this…so I did.
I centered myself by saying ” The sun and moon and stars above me. The earth and underworld beneath me. The directions, before me, behind me, to my left and right and I stand centered at the crossroads once again.”
I then said
” I call on the powers of strong women. Of a forger, a warrior and a mother. I call on Brighid, The Morrigan and Hecate. Forger of life, Warrior of Death and Mother of the crossroads. I see the lines of connections before me, behind me to my left and right. Into the past, present and future they extend but I highlight only Three tonight. One is cut with the warriors heart, the other cut with the Witch’s finger, the third is cut for the mother of the wells, to heal and release me for better.
I see the lines, like spiders silk stretching to B.G. from my navel and my heart into his. I claim back the power, the weakness and ego and cut the lines as they catch silver in the light of my Golden heart of a Seer. You do not bind me anymore, With the knife of Hecate I cut true and clear all the lines of betrayal and claim back my powerful heart. No more do you dictate my boundaries of a strong woman and never again will you.
I see the lines, like spiders silk stretching to B.B. from my hands and mind and heart into his. I claim back the power, the trust and the creativity and cut the lines as they catch silver in the light of my Golden heart of a Seer. You do not bind me anymore. With the knife of the Morrigan I cut true and clear the lines of betrayal and claim back my Tuatha Heart. No more do you dictate my boundaries of a supportive and loving tribe and never again will you.
I see the lines, like a spiders silk stretching from all around me, to the ground and the trees, like a spider trapped. I claim back my power, the knowledge, peace and motion and cut the lines as they catch silver in the light of my Golden heart of a Seer. I do not bind myself anymore! With the knife of Brighid I cut true and clear the lines of regret, hesitancy and insecurity. No more will fear dictate my boundaries of what is possible and never again will I bind the anchors of depression, isolation and loss.
Instead I ask the Healer at the Well, The Washer at the ford and the Mother of all Witches to help me sew a new way, to spin it like the grandmother spider, with consciousness, grace and strength.
I never again desire to meet these men in my life. If it is in their path to heal them, then I wish healing, but if not, let them walk with misery and learn but they shall not harm anyone.
I release my self from pain and doubt and return these knives of power to the Goddesses whom I call into remembrance with gratitude.
The The sun and moon and stars above me. The earth and underworld beneath me. The directions, before me, behind me, to my left and right and I stand centered at the crossroad’s end.”
I completed my meditation with three breaths, pulling the blue flame of the underworld up through my body and into my lungs with the inhale, then tipping my face to the stars I exhaled the white fire of heaven into the cosmos.
The words of this meditation tumbled out of me during the process and I wrote it down as soon as I returned inside. I apologize for spelling mistakes. *smile* It’s good to have the muses of wisdom visiting me again.