Pondering Wild Feminine Energies, Symbols and Sounds on a Wintery Day in Dublin

Pondering Wild Feminine Energies, Symbols and Sounds on a Wintery Day in Dublin

It’s eleven in the morning on a blustery winter day in Dublin. My mind swims through the recent news while pondering how many souls at home are struggling quietly most days with bursts into their communities as they face-off with an incoming real threat to civility. I am across an ocean, yet the weight of what is on the hearts of millions is with me. The storm outside today is like a reflection of what is spinning a bit on my inner plane. Writing is my act of self resilience of mind from an onslaught of tragic stories still banging hard within on my nervous system. As a survivor with deep grooves of freeze response as a survival mechanism, this volume of dysregulation is increasingly a challenge to navigate. 

My story of trauma response is the story of millions, maybe more. Sadly I know I am not alone in this awareness and lived experience. We think we can step aside from it, but in truth we are connected and we care, we are empathic and compassionate. We know that if we are cornered we could strike back in acts of self preservation. From the mind of being a mother and  aware of the great mother of humanity the intensity of care increases in our veins. My mind circulates the field of potentiality of what and how to resolve as peacefully as possible, perhaps even as I sleep. A deeper wilder part of my feminine is Hecate. The deepest wild feminine I have awareness of is the Hindu goddess Kali.  The feminine returns to the wild and resolves the threat, even if at a perceived great cost. The feminine is something we all have within us. For many it includes a memory of lived terror, suppression and the realization the wounded masculine unknowingly cuts itself off from it. Most women, (as well as queer and non-binaries attuned to feminine) have a conscious alert vigilance of this in this reality.

The challenge of this moment is that we are staring at hydra, the threat that if one head is cut seven more appear. Are we wise enough to lay down the sword facing hydra? Laying down the sword is not defeat, it is awareness of our greater emotional intelligence of resolving the issue more deeply. Will we organize to cauterize the root issue? Working together in our strengths as individuals (Aquarius) is at the core. As a gardener I cannot help but think about how we manage a toxic weed or pest to return balance to the garden as a whole. The solution is multi-faceted. Innovation and utilizing new methods operating in highly organized communities like beehives feels like what is emerging. Perhaps I am writing to figure out my participation in one of the numerous beehives. Perhaps my simple act of writing brings me back to center and that small act is like a ripple within the feminine. The ripples, the vibration remind me of symbols.

I have been lingering on the feminine since the new moon and the awareness of the feminine asteroids. Vesta, a feminine asteroid, is aligned in the heavens of the recent new moon conjoined with Pluto, Hades the god of the underworld. Our feminine fire is purifying. I wonder how we collectively invoke Vesta this month. Vesta is also Hestia within Greek.  Hestia is one of the children of Rhea (Hestia one of the Olympians swallowed by Chronos). Hestia’s etymology is hearth, fireplace or alter.  – Goddess of hearth home and family and sacred center. Remember Hestia is within us all. I wonder how our inner Pallas Athena is strategizing, embodied wisdom invoking wise action. I wonder how our inner Lilith breathes as we collectively acknowledge the right to exist, we understand our grief of betrayal and abandonment. Lilith is not a part of Greek mythology but one feminine aspect we include from our roots of Mesopotamia. I wonder how our Juno, or Hera’s symbol of the peacock, the one eye blooms within as the Queen of the Heavens activates. Juno’s power as protector is not as well known. As protector she gives insight of the incoming threat and for resilience in the face of adversity. Juno’s vengeance toward her enemies was greatly feared by the Romans. When we are aligned with our feminine we illuminate our inner Hestia, our inner Pallas Athena, our Hera, and acknowledge our Lilith. Last but certainly not the least is Ceres, also known as Demeter. Demeter’s symbol is the sickle. A bold reminder of the feminine power of life giving abundance on the material plane through our harvests. She also holds an understanding of grief and grieving through our process of integration in consciousness. With Hermes’ support negotiating Persephone’s return from the underworld and the support of Hecate Demeter also reminds of getting support in our journey, especially when faced with hellish situations. Demeter faces off with Hades, she has considerable power, Demeter is supported by Hecate, the three headed goddess, maiden, mother, crone in one. Hecate is all feminine aspects in one. She pre-dates Olympians and is thus deeper within our consciousness. Hecate carries two torches. She holds the light that heralds Persephone out of the underworld. Hecate is the guide through the darkness, bringing light and hidden knowledge. Her dominion is over earth, sea, and sky. We are birthing something within our feminine consciousness that is a process, the alchemy of consciousness within us as we navigate this path. Hecate, a liminal feminine goddess is within us for supporting us in this process. Mercury, or Hermes, brings the insight through, we only need to understand how to receive the messages.

We have borrowed much from the Romans, and the Romans borrowed from the Greeks. How might we collectively respond in this storm of distraction and distortion?  The heavens above say we will have something emerge that is unlike any other time in our recorded history. We are collectively becoming more aware of thought forms that penetrate and hi-jack our minds. That idea makes me wonder about the power of archetypes of mythology that shape our experience to this day. Hecate is seems may support us deeply in acts of resilience by embodying our protection everyday as we rise from our slumber and as we lay our heads to rest. My recent travels to Italy and recalling the plethora of myth and symbolism in galleries still buzzes my thoughts and how shapes my mental wanderings.

Ireland is a place where I find a closer connection with the wild, especially the unpredictable nature of feminine. Perhaps in being here at this moment I am reconnecting deeper into my wild feminine. Traveling here as part of a big adventure with my husband, planned over eighteen months ago, we find ourselves pondering many potential futures. The current patterns emerging are not a surprise from my logical mind for it was something as an astrologer and a keen observer of patterns one would anticipate. However, there is a sense the emerging energy is quite intensely unpredictable, which resonates deeply with the wild feminine. It feels rightly so, like a conscious deep cleanse we are initiating together.

As we navigate a field of humanity facing itself and its shadows, there are some things that might get missed in that intense stand-off. Several items observed in recent weeks and months include an interstellar object, 3i ATLAS, with a trajectory behavior and attributes that were quite unpredictable in the wholeness of our existence less than two years ago. It is still with us in our solar system lining up for one more important planetary pass of Jupiter. Jupiter, the king of the heavens. The power and presence of Zeus being highlighted in that path. Zeus, the Olympian that was hidden away and suckled as an infant by the goat Amaltheia and other nymphs for the baby Zeus’ rescue instigated by Rhea.

Zeus symbolically represents something within our existence from our inner plane of consciousness that is also in our heavens that defies Chronos (Saturn/time/boundaries and limits), and it was accomplished through Rhea (mother of Zeus) and the supporting Amaltheia and nymphs.  The name Amaltheia etymology means to sooth, to soften, and tender goddess.  Amaltheia Ἀμάλθεια is a large inner moon of Jupiter, a detail perhaps we need to remember. 

Rhea’s etymology in Greek mythology comes from rheo ῥέω  to flow, or flowing which connects to our idea of Earth Mother. Rhea, as the Mother of the Olympians (Zeus, Hera, Hades, Poseidon, Demeter, and Hestia) her name reflects her fundamental roles in nurturing and sustaining life. How might we invoke Rhea and Amaltheia within our hearts? I wonder how much we have missed in renaming Greek Gods and Goddesses? Greek language etymology is deeper than Latin. Let us look deeper, reviewing the origins, reviewing the naming and what we call anything. I think we will be invited to see a deeper truth of the power of our words and how we frame something consciously into our reality. We might be surprised in remembering the power of Greek as a living language especially in its Orphic hymnal form. Consider then the power of language through other languages such as Sanskrit, Arabic, Hebrew, and perhaps romance languages such as Italian, or even heavy vowel languages like Hawaiian. Oh what an interesting subject, the power of our languages.

My thoughts stray again pondering recent global experiences: most notable our sun and the solar flares. Recently these flares have been extraordinary, this energy is influencing and impacting us in ways my mind does not yet fully comprehend, but my inner knowing, my wild feminine senses in some way with my felt connection to the earth and recent body sensations. What and how is  all that plasma integrating and taking shape on earth? I ponder how these flares and new interstellar objects support or influence our evolutionary unfolding, or are we blissfully unaware of an inner and outer threat to humanity? In pondering these experiences, these events and the wild feminine, the ideas and meanings of names and symbols through etymology, astrology, cosmology and mythology I momentarily feel aligned by creating space for consciously focusing them in this moment. That resonates within me and brings me greater calm. Perhaps it is simply presence. Writing brings me in a circular path back to myself and my ponderings along with new awareness, and now I need a little nutritional sustenance. Time to venture out in the rain to find something that satisfies my hunger.