She who weighs the truth

Weighs The Truth is the Mother of Truth, Self-determination, and Responsibility. She is the Protect-ress of the Underdog, the Fair Judge of Divine Law and the Destroyer of Deception. She teaches us how to find the ability to respond and be self-determined, to feed the positive over the negative, how to use equality with justice by being accountable for our actions and words, how to use personal integrity, ethics and values to find healing solutions. 

Written 23th of March 2011

I am at my place. I install myself and give some herbs and a gemstone to the spirits. I also give some skin of a snake and an angelbean. The skin because I want to shed my own skin and let go of the old and the bean for new life.On my way to my place I heard a woodpecker and even now when I am writing this. When I stopped to search for it, I forst so one and than another woodpecker came. They made love together and than flew off. A special moment.

I stare over the water and it looks lovely. Green mossy plaques are covering part of it, like beautiful fairy pillows. My place today in the circle is the south. The place for hope, trust, confidence, passion and compassion.... Typical at this moment...

All of the sudden I see a duck in the water in front of me, a female, all alone.Even that I am surrounded by so much beauty I feel empty and alone. I still can not believe the step that I made. I don´t feel strong of it, I still feel numb. But I know it ws the best for now. I want to fight for my children. I need to fight for them.

My attetion gets drawn by a sqeeky sound but when I look up I see a buzzard. Jean is here...and I can not help but smile.

I played my flute and feel the creatures. As I stopped playing I felt like a fairy myself, connected to nature...so close.. I can feel she never stands still but is always moving, my beautiful mother earth. I feel myself getting pulled out of my body, I can look at myself from a distance. Sitting in the autumn leaves, hair like fire in the sun, dressed in the colours of autumn. 2 Large butterfly wings on my back, also in earthly colours, copper, orange, brown, bronze and gold.

I sit there like a little ball. How can I fly again?

I feel so lost, but there i fit so well, so naturally... Love is all.... I can feel him coming behind me, put his arms around me, pulling me close.

Rest your head, he says, cry your tears. Here you are never alone.Wings of green, antlers on his head, his scent so familiar. So close and so far. A little owlet lands on my shoulder. For a moment not here for a moment complete.......I hear the drums it is time to come back, back into my body, back to the house.

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We have a petit lunch and than go to  big field of mossy grass where a big medicine wheel is spread out for us, with the four directions and a center.
We will do the ceremony with the pipe. Also know as the "pipe of peace" smoked by the native americans.
In each direction of the medicine wheel we will say prayers, say what we are gratefull for and give what we want to let go to the worry basket.
I am gratefull for a lot of things, and I pray for a lot too.
But I also let go a lot, a whole lot. And I can feel that even now. The ceremony does it's work. The energy still intense around me.
We took about 4 hours before finishing this ritual and than we go and eat.
But I still felt lost and wanted to get home as soon as possible. I needed to take my children, and wanted to see my beloved. I needed some arms to cry in. But once one, the tears could not get out.
I felt alone, misunderstood and so much more. I felt the group had let me down because nobody responded at my email. I felt like putting out a cry for help and got no answer :(
But that evening Lucia our teacher called me and I could tell her my story, how I felt and that gave me some air and made me feel better.

It is hard for me to ask for help. I was hard for me to pray for what I want but it was a relief to let so much go.

But now when I look back at the day I know my sisters were there that day, not by words at the moment that I wanted it the most, but with a song, singing it to me in the circle:

My sister, my sister, I pray for your courage, to do what you have to do for yourself....

And thinking back of that moment, gives me a lot of love and healing now, and that is what matters.