Now is our time of transition, individually and collectively, within the liminal space of ‘becoming'. We, as Pythia, come together to offer wisdom teachings from the earth serpent herself; Python. Our wish is that these woven utterings will assist you on your unfolding journey as we work together to co-create a world born of our deepest most loving visions. Each of us has been trained in the ancient oracular art of Seership and as we bring forth information from deep within the earth, the invitation is to allow the collective weave of our ‘seeing’ to meld with your being in whatever way serves you best, in this moment, in this space, in this time. We recommend you listen with your eyes closed or covered and that - for added potency - you breathe the weave into every cell of your body as we speak it.
November 2020 Coagulation
How do we reclaim our stories?
Listen carefully inside
What doesn’t feel right
The anger, shame, guilt
Old wounds
Societal wounds
Parental wounds
Negative wounds
Listen, listen
A healing is in order
A ball of shit in the body that wants to be scooped out, scooped out
Burdens we’ve carried forward
What we’ve called our stories and yet do not belong to us
Sniff, Sniff them out
These stories
It’s time to purify, let go the so called ‘sins of the father
Our ancestral burdens
No that ain’t right anymore
That ain’t right anymore
We move, but our stories don’t
Going back in time, back, back, back in time
Drawing it in, pulling it forward into the present
Forward in time, back in time, forward, back, forward, back
Drawing in the threads, unknotting
Allowing to disintegrate
Reclaim to disclaim
Tabula Rasa
Tabula Rasa
The sky has no beginning and no end
It is a web of lines interconnected
The center of the web
The zero point
Reclaim your awareness at the point of zero
That is the point from where all stories commence
Everything has two sides
Two sides to a story
Two mouths above
Two mouths below
Go to the point between the mouths to find the truth
Reclaim these stories
Sniff, Sniff them out
The scientific lens may demystify the mystic and the Mystic,
But the eye of a child or star being sees
Without trigger or understanding of history
Imagine the archetypes as though we had set foot on a new planet
It’s not the story, but how we relate
New beginnings have been taken lightly
Honor first the ending,
Then go off script
As women rising, deeply rooted in the earth and head in the stars
Stepping backwards to move forwards and saying NO
Allowing patriarchy and hierarchies to burn in the ashes
So we become the Phoenix rising
Step into the ivory tower and view the akashic records
Pick up the pen whose red ink flows with the blood of woman
Rewrite your own story
Stories with characters that come from stardust
Not echoes of the past, not a new take ,
But entirely new
A new genesis
A new…In-The-Beginning-There-Was
Scripted in your heart
Written on your tongue
Lifted from your womb
Scribed in your tears
Planted in your laughter
Wet by your passion
Hummed by your voice
Breathing in deeply the new story
That paves the way to step onto the royal road
With a new pair of shoes
Without fear of retributions
Without fear of cutting off the tongue
Look to the skies and let the gods rain down the bounty of their wisdoms
Kiss the earth and let her speak heart to heart with your native tongue and her serpentine ways
May kith and kin unite in these sacred threads
And all that was come into being with all that is
The present is here and now and all that was woven can never die
So it is and so it may be
We reclaim our stories by reclaiming ourselves
