The Wealth of our Wombs
I had been seeing this woman for a period of time for regular gemstone layouts. At the start of our work, it was soon apparent that she needed to heal from the grief associated with a miscarriage that had taken place nearly nine months prior. Time and time again throughout our work it was revealed that motherhood would play a central role in her spiritual development. As is customary for her, she approaches today’s gemstone layout with no particular question, and prefers to allow spirit to chose what they with to reveal.
I begin by asking her if she was able to attend the Yemaya ritual at the ocean, an event she had spoken of when we last met. During our meeting, spirit had instructed her to continue to explore her divine feminine energy, and to deepen her connection to the ocean. She stated that she had indeed attended the ritual. When I inquired about some of the other tasks, such as developing her altar, she said that rather than bringing me up to date, she was anxious to see what the spirits would reveal.
As the journey begins I find us under water. I place the pyramid and grid. She sits up and playfully releases bubbles of air from her mouth. She then floats into a graceful breast stroke. There is light beaming up form the ocean floor, clams and gems. She places them in a pouch that appears. He reaches for a peal the size of a gulf ball and gulps it down. As she glances at a starfish I am made aware of the connection between a starfish and the celestial stars. Yes, the ocean is a whole other universe and it is very important.
A dark tunnel appears before us. Gems and gold coins line the bottom.
They swirl into the form of a woman composed of a glistening gold. I have to pause and go more deeply into my body for clarity. She lets me know that it is not just anyone who is able to find her and see her.
Her stomach begins to bulge.
The wealth of our wombs….the wealth of our wombs.
She begins to give birth. An octopus emerges from her womb. As he floats away I recognize eyes that seem to have an ancient wisdom. I recall the octopus that appeared under the merkaba by the sun. I am perplexed by all of this…
I ask her if Imani* has any questions for this feminine spirit.
She says, “Ask her, should I do it?”
I repeat the question, unclear of it’s meaning, “Should Imani do it?”
The woman appears before a round table across from Imani, spreading a tarot deck on the table. Imani is too excited to see her. She throws the table over and embraces her with great emotion. It becomes clear that Imani’s spirit is pregnant. The woman lays her back and begins painting her toe nails. She explains that it is time for a ritual to honor the miracle of this woman who bears new life. The bald man of past journeys appears behind her, massaging her shoulders. There are many sea creatures about, honoring her.
Soon she appears in a bedroom arising from sleep, as if this was all a dream. Everything in the room is white with iridescent overtones, like a pearl. It has all been touched by the dream. She sits before a mirror, adorning herself with pearls and other objects from the sea. She is told to use object from the ocean. If you were to adorn yourself like a goddess of the sea, you would be fully at home.
At the close of the journey I ask her about her question. She confessed that, once again, she is pregnant.
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