April 24, 2022

In a recent session with my spiritual teachers they confirmed that I am indeed in the energy of initiation. It was good to have the confirmation although I didn’t really need it as this energy has been present for the last many weeks and months. It is beyond powerful.

I had rather thought that my next initiation would be moving through my death gate. At seventy, I didn’t anticipate this new threshold. I thought I would just continue my current sacred life and Ireland journeys. But apparently not. 

This transition, this move toward this threshold, began in Ireland last September and, in case I didn’t get the message, more landed when I was there in March. The ancestors have my full attention. It’s time to step into a new and profoundly deeper relationship with them. It’s too soon to talk or write about that just yet. I need to hear more from them about this unfolding and that will happen in Ireland over the next two months I’m there.

However I’ve been instructed to be prepared to step across that threshold by being very clear about what I am called to carry with me. These instructions include releasing and purging what is not essential. And that work has begun in what seems to be the nature of, as a dear friend names it, a Swedish death purge. The  initial focus has been my books, particularly my Goddess books. So this morning I cleared off those shelves. There will be more. For many of us, and especially for me as a writer, purging books is daunting and perhaps that’s the point. This is a daunting threshold.

I had to laugh because I’ve written and taught about emptying our bowls so we can welcome what is called to fill them. I just didn’t think I would be heeding that advice to this extent. But here it is. And this morning books I have treasured for decades fairly flew off the shelves and others are clearly ready to make that same leap. It feels good. It feels right. I am getting ready and the energy is building.

For now, the books are flying. I know it won’t stop there. It’s what happens when we say yes. It’s what happens when we surrender to the sacred.

Blessings of Crone Wisdom,
Judith