My dark earthmother witch

During night, she woke me up, the earthmother witch, she appeared during the retreat in Holland… and last night she shook me out of my dreams, took me into a deep release.
Dark and solid, she took residence in my solar plexus, inviting me in, breaking open clogged memories, physical shaking open the compressed parts. Like a black hole vomitting.
Inviting me to follow her into the dark cave of my own being, the feared unknown, no not seeking for light, instead embracing the darkness and feel comfortable, embracing the dark stillness, which holds the sound of creation in the womb.

She is teaching me about darkness, she is not bright and radiant like a goddess, she is dark and solid like an earthmother, keeper of the mystery of life and death reflecting in her dark eyes.
She does not speak, she does not move, yet from her silence everything moves in me.
She is my dark teacher, my dark mother, she is in me as I am part of her, following her into my darkness without fear.

Dark mother of the earth
Dark princess of the sky

Feared, unwanted, surpressed,
bringers of change and chaos…

Mothers of the new world
I hear you both…