For millennia, women’s work has been centered around tending to the sacred hearth of the family, including birthing, childcare, cooking and medicinal preparations, washing, as well as overseeing the well-being of the clan. These powerful traditions have been historically past down through the matrilineal line as an integral part of the wisdom traditions of the sacred feminine. They are a natural outgrowth of our innate biology, and have served the function of keeping the spiritual heart of the family vibrant and growing.
This women’s work has included the age old practices of midwifery, herbalism and medicine, all offshoots of the birthing process and the ongoing care of our young. The deeper work of sustaining the life of the family, caring for our newborns, tending to the hearth, and fortifying the inner spiritual foundation of the household is all of incredible importance. Through household traditions such as gardening, baking bread, making soup and other deeply nourishing foods, fermentation, and the natural preservation of produce and meats, we connect back into the root of the ancestral wisdom tree that we each have sprung from. Beyond the spiritual significance of this - these traditions, developed over thousands and thousands of years, are deeply sustaining to the physical body, and provide optimal nourishment for growth and life. These traditions also remind us of the exquisite cyclical nature of life ( birth, sustainment, death ), and of our ongoing place in its garden trinity of experience.
This deeply rooted inner support is the bedrock of a healthy civilization. Without the foundation of the inner sustaining hearth, without true sustenance, the experience of the family, and all involved - becomes one of increased uprootedness, disconnection and profound isolation. The spiritual center is lost, and with it, illness and dis-ease are ripe to take hold.
This is where we find ourselves today.
Most of our wisdom traditions have been completely decimated and abandoned, including the sanctum of the sacred feminine. Whether this was just by happenstance, or has been a coordinated effort to rip us from our life sustaining traditions - is debatable. I happen to believe at this point it was an entirely conscious act by external and malevolent forces. But this essay is not about arguing this point - because whether one believes this, or not, the truth remains the very same.
Our ancestral medicines have been labeled as pseudoscience and quackery, our ancient cooking traditions using whole food have been all but abandoned to heavily processed, prepackaged genetically modified poison. Our newborns are birthed in sterile and bizarre environments, and breastfeeding has been largely abandoned by allopathic institutions.
Our children are no longer taught how to tend to gardens and catch wildlife, and are entirely divorced from all processes of living, as are we. What we used to call nourishment just 75 years ago has now been completely replaced with fake butter, pretend milk, genetically modified fruits, vegetables and meat, and drugs masquerading as medicine. These toxic “medicines” never heal or cure, but serve to cover the underlying symptoms which point to root cause. They literally cut us off from the very emanation of our dis-ease, taking us further and further into a holographic projection of reality which is at once dangerous and terribly toxic. And most people are profoundly unaware of this fact.
To further this - very few families now possess the ability to simply have one form of income. It has been made almost entirely impossible. And because the matrilineal wisdom lineages from birth to infant care and breastfeeding into the full support of child development have been all but destroyed, most families must outsource care of their beloved children starting at the very young age of 6 weeks old. We have entirely normalized giving over our young to complete strangers.
Is this not madness?
The traditions that have been cultivated for millennia have largely vanished. They have been replaced by daycare and governmental services that are giving profoundly questionable care and nourishment on all levels.
In this way, we observe the total destruction of our healing and cultural traditions. What does it even mean to be a woman anymore, when the very definition of womanhood and wombhood has been called into question? I call this all trickery at the highest level, and another blatant attack on the divine feminine force which sustains each and every one of us.
The ongoing and attempted erasure of this feminine force - that which tends to the inner sacred hearth of humanity - is one of the most violent and silent wars that we bear witness to. It is an integral part of the coup that we watch today. For who is it that will love you continually and beyond measure, but your own beloved mother? Who would give you her life and more to protect the innocence and beauty of your personhood, which was born from her own flesh and blood?
It has always been the divine mother.
We have been deceived in perceiving the most noble pursuit of women’s work as useless, unimportant, disinteresting. All the while, the very truth is that the connection to the mother line is the primary source through which we experience our first taste of cosmic love and divinity. It is the first and one of the most importance experiences of any life, and defining in its incredible scope - for the lack of a mothers love is one of the most devastating wounds one can endure.
It leaves a mark that few are able to dissolve.
When the mother abandons her young, a culture is ready to be destroyed.
The time has come - as the divine queen is returning from her great exile of thousands upon thousands of years. The time has come to reclaim the women’s work that is our birthright, and to understand the incredible power of its internal force, which is uniquely suited towards healing and creation. The time has come to remember our women’s wisdom traditions, to reignite the flame, and to tend to this sacred fire, as we protect our children like no one else is capable of doing.
There is no shame in claiming this beauty.
The remembrance of this beauty is what will save our children, this divine grace is what will shepherd our passage from the old world of forgetting into the new world of deep and abiding remembrance. As we rebirth our wisdom traditions through the everyday fiber of our lives ( both divine feminine, and divine masculine ) we honor the sacred code from which we emanate, and bring forth its divine essence into the new earth.
