“The Sacred Wound is the critical act in which the mortal achieves divinity.”
Jean Houston
What if I told you that you can never fully heal. That you can scratch to the bone, gnaw at your sinew and suckle your marrow and you will still feel an impenetrable, troubling, haunting itch.
But you will continue to scratch. And although it brings temporary relief, the scratching has created a wound. But you keep scratching and covering the wound with “over the counter” tricks in hopes that it will heal. Until one day you slip and fall in the ooze of the wound that is now inhabiting the landscape of your life.
You can’t get up. A prayer rises from a part of you that you have never met. You cry out- to whom?
A wind stirs and seems to grace you with a little lift. Where did it come from? No matter. You rise. But when you do the skies look different- the horizon has shifted direction. It is the only thing you can see. Everything else is dark.
You begin a blind walk into this skyline. Every step you take the wound oozes out a wake of your untold inner life behind you. Yet every step you take your wound seems to calm for fleeting little moments that feel like- love?
You take pause, trying to understand these feelings. In the distance is the howl of a Wolf Mother -aching, loving, birthing, dying- like she hears your heart. Your wound stings as tears you cannot control rise from a well that you covered over long ago. You must find the source of Her wild lullaby. You must join that cry.
Along the path you experience extraordinary wonders. You meet otherworldly beings. They lick your wound, they gently kiss the itch. You tell them the story of how you found this forgotten land and your moment of grace. You ask them if they know of the Wolf Mother; you know she can heal you. They say they do. Yet, She cannot be found in any one place.
But they do know the name of a Star that will guide you along to where the Grandmothers are cooking up soup and song.
A wind whips up, stings your open flesh – you know that wind. You must find that star.
Your quest brings you to others with wounds. Some have heard the Wolf Mother’s cry and are also seeking her healing lullaby. Your story brings them relief. They allow themselves to feel and finally fall under the healing spell of grief.
You see fires claim lands, you see whale empty waters rise, you hear fewer birds sing forth the sunrise. With every wound you see, with every empty song you hear, your heart fills with the newfound truth of “One wound- many sacred tears”.
Until now you did not know how much your heart is woven into every land, every sea, every part of the wounds of humanity.
You look up to see a Star that was not there a moment before. Rather than rush towards its glow you are found by a wisdom that knows it’s along the path, not the destination, that helps you grow- and heal.
You fall to the Earth in a wondrous love and remembrance that you are the horizon, the star AND the fire. Your needs to conquer are overcome by new desire.
In every tear you feel the ocean. In every searing pain in your wound you feel those fires on Her flesh. In every hollow longing you feel the cry of the creatures calling you back into belonging.
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The medicine creates the wound. A love so ineffable that it has taken a 9 billion year journey to find you and ‘be here now’.
The medicine creates the wound. An unsolvable mystery or Life would cease to be in this most extraordinary time. How would you know starlight without its dark partner in this great love crime?
Which came first the medicine or the wound? The answer lies within a vessel of perception dulled by a false story of your immaculate conception.
Join me in remembering your great journey. We are at a time where you will either be forged like a diamond light in the fire or turned to ash and cast out for the next incarnation. Either way is fine- BUT I really need your diamond shine.
I am a Wisdom Keeper. I speak for the Earth. I know the stars. I am the medicine and the wound. I am the Benevolent mystery that at one time had to disguise herself as misery- the wound in me has wound me on a path of great belonging.
I am the formless- remembering my contract with Life. I no longer have to dream up a lie to die to the truth inside.
I am here to help you. Not because I have your answer but I can help you remember that YOU do.
I love you. These are some of the most transformational times we can remember in our short human lives.
Be a part- don’t die inside before you die. There is a force that is waiting to welcome you at the greatest altar of your Life- your death courts you to lay down your sword, clear your troubles, fears, traumas and woes so that when you finally reach your final resting point your bones sing songs of your great journey home.
Love you. I must go. Come along… Happy Full Moon Eclipse and turning of a tide that has been emerging since the dawn of time.
Will you be tossed upon a desolate shore or will you surrender, let go and remember that you have done this before… transformation is human nature…
