Being a Medium for HER Voice
This is a piece about water in the desert, about heart places that activate soul, about the awareness of HER voice — the Divine Feminine, Mother Earth — speaking to us now, in these days, quietly, and how we need to listen, deeply, for advice about how to act and what to do.
I recently spent a month in New Mexico and Colorado, working, visiting, and exploring. I’ve long felt that northern New Mexico is a “soul place” for me, a place with special power to light me up. Whether you’ve traveled extensively or stayed relatively close to home, I’m sure there are spots where your body is instinctively drawn without much influence from your mind. When you go there, you can easily feel yourself and find peace and clarity. As a kid, I had my favorite private spots in the house, where no one bothered me: out on the roof above the screened porch, and in my walk-in closet under the blouses. My body was magnetized to a particular “cave” inside a hedgerow of lilac bushes next to the house, as it was to a special tree on the bluff overlooking Lake Michigan. These were childhood soul places. As I’ve traveled over the years, there have been numerous other spots where my body seems to take me for the purpose of inducing me to listen more carefully to the messages my soul, and the earth, would like me to hear. Many of these adult soul places are still related to special trees, mountain overlooks, lakes, protected cavelike spaces, and wide-open expanses of land and sky.
I’ve experienced how my body can suddenly come to attention and even start buzzing when I enter certain forcefields and power spots, like Mt. Shasta, Sedona, Machu Picchu, the Isis Temple at Aswan, Abydos, Mt. Fuji, Notre Dame Cathedral, and Lake Titicaca. New Mexico is like that for me. There is an underlying hum, an increase in the frequency of my whole being, a sharpening of the senses, when I go there. There is always a feeling of being able to drop directly down through the earth, with no impediments, into the core of the planet. There is always, with these places, an overwhelming sense of The Mother. Whether it be Pachamama in South America, Isis in Egypt, the Black Madonna in France, Kannon in Japan, or Spider-Mother and the Guadalupe Virgin in New Mexico, soul places seem to connect me to the great Feminine Consciousness.
Why do we not notice the power of the Feminine while we sit at our computers doing our email? Or while we’re driving to our next appointment, or changing the burned out light bulb in the garage? It is everywhere around us and in us, in every moment and at all times, sourcing us and providing energy, knowledge, and interconnectedness. Perhaps She is SO present, SO intimate, that we must go to special lengths and special places to be able to separate Her from the background, attune to Her, and be grateful to Her.
In New Mexico, just outside Santa Fe, is a kiva 33 feet in diameter, built down into the earth near a beautiful sandstone formation, by a friend of mine, John Wallace. It has been used over the years as a council room for various Native and non-Native tribes, as well as a place of deep listening for groups participating in the visionquests that John often leads. It was used this year as a sacred space for The Kaiser Institute Intuition Fellowship, at which I taught. John explained to our group that the kiva is designed to be a heart center and is dedicated to the Feminine; a figure of the Guadalupe Virgin, surrounded by shooting rays of light, stands in the East, ushering in new wisdom. Eerily, when you stand in the exact center of the kiva, at “the navel” spot, and make a sound, it echoes off the wall all around and feels like it’s coming from the inside, directly from your bones. There is a powerful experience of the Self in the center of this place. Additionally, John told us, the kiva is constructed to be a drum, carrying the heartbeat of the group out to the world and the heavens. If it wasn’t a power place before the kiva was built, it certainly has become one now as a result of so many reverent people circling here continually.
We sit around the wall, shoulder to shoulder, and pass the “talking stick” which entitles us to share our views, as others listen deeply. I have two clear visions that occur spontaneously. The first takes me vertically down into the earth. I’ve seen this vision before, in Japan, and though I have looked for it in other places, and tried to make it happen, it never has until now. I can see down through the earth, as though I’m sitting atop a clear column of light, and directly below me is a huge open flower with a handful of women sitting on it in a circle. They’re singing and the music wafts up to me gently, steadily. I sense intuitively that this is the sound that keeps the earth in form. Above me in the sky sits another mandala of beings, and these are white birdlike creatures with long beaks pointing toward the center of the circle. They are silent, neutral, even cold, yet they seem to wisely monitor the inflow of higher knowledge, our sense of time, and the great Plan.
In Japan, the flower in my vision had been a lotus, the women had worn classic kimonos and had sung haunting, high-pitched melodies. The bird beings were cranelike. Here, in New Mexico, the women sit on a sunflower, wear blankets and looped, pretzel-twisted Hopi hair, and sing deep-throated chants. Above is a mandala of thunderbirds. My impression is that in both these places there is an equal balance between the above and the below, that it is relatively effortless to receive the energy and wisdom of both archetypal sources and have them blend in my heart. We speak so often of balance, but when this kind of integration really happens, our Sight opens like we’re waking suddenly from a long nap — and the world actually changes!
As my energy shifts, so does my vision; I now see our hearts as points of light connected horizontally by threads of light crisscrossing through the circle. Then the kiva itself becomes a larger point of light sending rays to connect to all the other hearts on, within, and above the planet. Simply by witnessing the hookup of these nodes and rays, I know the heartfield can be activated. By repeatedly visualizing and feeling this image, energy can be sent through the heartfield, and individual and collective pain and suffering can be healed. I know this is something we can all do in our meditations to help ourselves and the earth. Later, after most of the group has dispersed, I lie down on the drum-like roof of the kiva, taking in the power of the field of stars and the Milky Way, brilliant in the crystalline new moon night above. I feel connected, every cell a heart, every star a heart, and I BELONG, here in this sea of heart particles. SHE is speaking to me.
It didn’t surprise me then, when a few days later, John drove me out to look at a new “regenerative real estate development” he and a team of friends were creating. Na’avoteh, a Hopi word meaning “life in harmony,” would be a leading edge health and conference center with an adjoining eco-lodge, aimed at serving the “cultural creatives,” with a special focus on sustainable development practices and innovations regarding water use. He explained to me how the members of the partnership had received inner guidance to “be a medium for HER voice” and how SHE had emphasized the importance of respecting water, and how the desert is the perfect place to highlight the power of water because it’s so precious here.
John described how through environmentally sound planning and building practices, they feel they can re-green a section of land that had been a natural watershed in the past, but which had been destroyed by overgrazing in recent years. In addition, a vision of a new odd egg-shaped kiva has come to them, one built on the ridgetop, that will serve as the spiritual center of the project. This kiva would have a water feature, a fountain and pool in an anteroom, to help people remember the Feminine.
Continuing with their directive of seeking to be a medium for HER voice, John’s team recalled the tribal wisdom figure of the Rainmaker, so important in dry climates. True Rainmakers succeed at creating rain, John said, because they LOVE, RESPECT, and PRAISE water as a living being. It is that affinity that draws the rain to them. “So who are the Rainmakers today?” they asked. “We are!” So they have dedicated their center to awakening, inspiring, and catalyzing the Rainmakers of today — people and organizations who embrace both ancient wisdom and scientific thought, who can bring that which is imagined into the world of matter.
This idea has stayed with me after my experiences in the high desert: that to bring the rains, we must love water. To bring innovation, we must love what’s new. To bring healing, we must love the body and its natural harmony. Whatever you want to attract in your life, you must LOVE it, RESPECT it, grant it LIFE, and PRAISE it! This makes me wonder what would happen if more of us began experimenting with talking to a female God for a change. Would it change our attitude toward the divine and ordinary life? What kind of help would we ask for? What sort of advice would we receive? Why not try it?
Be a medium for HER voice and see what SHE wants you to do! See what SHE knows, what SHE says, what SHE wants you to say, how SHE would direct the flow of your materialization. She IS the whole, She is abundance, She is the real know-it-all. And She is total compassion and wants only for us to evolve back into who we really are and be able to create from that place of love, ease, and wisdom. Would She want you to say snarky, sarcastic things to others? Would She want you to think the world is against you? That you are helpless or clueless? Would She want anyone to feel unloved? The Mother-Lover-Sister-Daughter is such a generous, forgiving, accepting, empowering force of energy and consciousness! Tune in to it, feel it, fell Her — as often as you can. How about now?
(Unfortunately, Na’avoteh eventually fell victim to squabbles and power struggles created by money people who didn’t understand the vision, but I like to think its inner blueprint still exists in the heart of the Mother.)
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