Rise of The Sacred Feminine – The Lodge of Everlasting Life

The Women’s Lodge – Photo by Leah Schroeder

One of the founders of The Mother Earth Gathering Womyn of All Nations received instruction through a dream three years ago, to build The Lodge of Everlasting Life. This was a gift from the ancestor whose remains were found and re-buried in the area near Seven Sisters Falls.  It was a gift for the women.  She was the same ancestor who guided the founders to bring together the women to this area.  One of the elders taught her this lodge was a very powerful ancient lodge that was used for ceremony and fasting. It was a lodge that wasn’t being used anymore.

Over this past year we talked about it often. It was important to build it for this year’s gathering.  When I learned more about this lodge in the weeks preceding the gathering, bringing it back became even more significant.

A month before this gathering, I fasted at our gathering site for a few days. During my time there I thought about this lodge. It felt like this was a task for the women to build together. It was something we were reclaiming.

A few days before the gathering, a small group of us were called together to build this lodge. I set out early in the morning with two other women to begin gathering saplings for this project. It seemed appropriate and powerful to have three women begin this process – a divine number.

When we arrived at the gathering site, we looked around for appropriate trees. We were looking for young Ash, Birch, or Tamarack. On the west side of the site is a large outcropping of granite rock. On the north side is a river. On the east side is a wooded area and to the south is a dried up marsh area with a narrow stream running through it that flows into the river. It was through this area we decided to go in search of the trees we needed. On the other side of this marshy area was another wooded area where we were guided to go.

We made our way through the marsh, jumped over the stream and headed into the woods. We found a grove of what we thought were Ash, but later found out were Alder. We were told they carried Unicorn Energy, which somehow felt fitting for reclaiming this ancient lodge that had been lost. An eagle circled over us as we arrived at this spot, letting us know this was where we needed to be. One of the women asked the young trees, which ones wanted to be part of our lodge. For each one that said yes, tobacco was offered and we began the work of chopping down these saplings.

We were told we would need about fifty-six saplings to form the lodge. In the first hour and a half, the three of us had fifteen ready. We cleaned off most of the branches to make it easier to haul them back to the gathering site. I carried five saplings, dragging them out of the woods, through the long, dried grass of the marsh, over the stream, through more marsh until I arrived back at the gathering site. As I dragged these saplings I was aware of the power and significance of what I was a part of. It felt like I was making a sacred pilgrimage.

As we arrived at the site with the first set of saplings, more help arrived. We sent them off to get the next batch of saplings. The person providing the teachings found some taller Ash in the wood area to the east of the gathering site, and was very quickly able to harvest enough to make up what was needed for the lodge.

More people arrived to help. After lunch we walked around the site to find the perfect spot to build the lodge and began the process of marking out the area, digging holes for the poles and assembling the lodge. The process was a beautiful ceremony. There were both women and men helping and supporting each other through this process.

We received some very basic teachings of the lodge as we built it. We were told this year was about learning to build it. Every year it will get bigger and we will learn more as we go. Once the frame of the lodge was complete, our work for the day was done. The energy inside this space was warm, comforting and strong. Some of the leaves were left on the tops of the trees that were used. The lodge frame was simple, but beautiful with the added greenery. It felt alive which acknowledged its connection with the Earth.

Two days later people began to arrive to set up for this year’s Mother Earth Gathering Womyn of All Nations. I was asked to lead a pipe and water ceremony on the first morning of the gathering, inside the Women’s Lodge, as we referred to it, to pray for blessing for this lodge and the gathering and open and prepare it for use during our time together. It was both humbling and an honour to be asked to take care of this task.

When I woke up that morning, mist rising from the river, the horizon just turning pink, I didn’t see anyone else stirring yet. I had no drum to call people together, so I entered the Women’s Lodge on my own. I prepared a smudge and walked with it around the outside of the lodge and then around the inside. I sat in the centre of the lodge and prayed the strongest prayers I have ever prayed and felt in my heart as I held my pipe. I prayed prayers of gratitude for this lodge and to Spirit for being there to guide and support us. I prayed for guidance and for deep healing for this gathering. I smoked my pipe and continued with praying for blessings and healing for the water. I was joined by one other woman during this time.

A few hours later I asked one woman to help me begin to dig a fire pit in the centre of the lodge. We worked together for a short while. Then one of the men helped me with digging it out the rest of the way. As we were working on this, another woman stood at the entrance of the lodge and began to play some spiritually guided music on her wooden flute. She played in the four directions, both inside and outside the lodge as we continued to work. This was another powerful, sacred moment.

Tarps were added around the outside of the lodge, with the centre open for the fire.

That evening, the lodge was filled with people as we shared in a powerful full moon ceremony. At one point, before it got dark, we were gifted with a rainbow that could be partially seen through the opening in the top of the lodge.

We sang and drummed and shared and let go of a lot of inner stuff that needed to be released and healed that night. We did that inside the protective, loving warmth of the Women’s Lodge, connected with our Mother Earth and receiving the loving energy of Grandmother Moon. It was a sacred experience completely guided by Spirit. It was beautiful. It was powerful.

This beautiful ancient lodge, a powerful symbol of the Sacred Feminine has been re birthed and reclaimed. May the loving energy of this action radiate out to empower women around the world to embrace the power of their own sacredness. This is where we start to heal and bring humanity back into balance with the Earth.

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Leah Schroeder is a Reiki Master, ThetaHealing® and Integrated Energy Therapy® Practitioner, http://www.lifeforcehealingservices.ca . “I was born and raised in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. For most of my 49 years this has been and currently is the place I call home. I spent 17 years working in Financial Services. A strong sense that there is something more I am supposed to do in the world, a fascination with energy and a series of intuitive nudges have led me to begin practising Reiki , ThetaHealing®, and now IET®. I have a desire to learn and practise other healing modalities, as well as serve children and empower young women around the world. I am grateful for the opportunity to share my thoughts and stories with you.”


Dear Mother Earth… May we always care for you…

Guestblog by ❤❤❤❤❤ Sannanda True Spirit

Dear Mother… your beauty… your grace is beyond measurement… Thank you for holding us in your heart… touching us each day with your love… May we always remember… in gratitude… that thanks to you we have a life… this day… this moment…

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It is within each one of us… to make a difference…

Guestblog by ❤❤❤❤❤ Sannanda True Spirit

May we all bring hope to planet earth and its inhabitants… through our dedication in prayers… dreaming and action…

Each one of us makes a difference… each action of beauty is of support… Do what you can dear Earth citizen… Do your best… That is all that is asked of you…

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An international community…

Not long ago, I saw a photo of a dog and a cat sleeping together; “natural” enemies who were at peace with one another. It made me think about one of my all-time favorite movies: Enemy Mine.

Enemy Mine (film)

Enemy Mine (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For those of you who may not have seen it, it is a science fiction movie about a war over planetary rights between humans and another species, the Dracs. The planet was neither Earth nor Dracon, and I got the impression that this interplanetary war had bonded the humans so they weren’t fighting each other anymore. One of the human characters said they had never even seen a Drac, yet the humans all seemed to be filled with so much hate whenever they talked about them.

During a battle in space, one human (played by Dennis Quaid) and one Drac (played by Louis Gossett Jr.) both crash-land on an uninhabited planet. Eventually they figure out that they need each other to survive. Eventually they begin to see some similarities in their beliefs. Eventually they become friends. Eventually…no, I’m not going to tell the ending here, that would just be wrong.

Apparently, Enemy Mine was not a box office hit, yet I saw more in this movie than just alien makeup and special effects. I saw how it really is possible for enemies to become friends. All it takes is to actually get to know them as a person with a name, a family, and a life, instead of as an enemy.

As I reflected upon this, I started thinking about the many thousands of interactions I have had with people from other parts of the world since my reluctant concession to my son’s suggestion that I join Facebook. Because of social networking and from joining groups like The Daily Sisterhood, I am learning how much alike we are, even though we are from different cultures, economic backgrounds, and religions. Yet, because of our governments, we might not be much different from the characters in Enemy Mine.

We also live in a world that is at war; sometimes over a belief, sometimes over a piece of land, sometimes because of the need to be righteous. I know in my heart that we, as individuals, do not want war, but are manipulated, either under the threat of treason by our governments, or by making heroes out of patriots.

Patriotism simply means “inspired by love of country”. Would we ever be at war if we taught our children to be philanthropists who are “inspired by the love of mankind” instead of encouraging and praising them when they become soldiers? I think not.

What would happen if there was a war, and we, together as friends, just decided not to show up? As individuals, much like the two lead characters in Enemy Mine, we need to be working together in order to survive. The wide-spread success of social networking sites like Facebook is proof that we all have at least one thing in common: the desire, possibly even a need, to be connected.

Do we really have to wait until the planet Earth enters an interplanetary war for our governments to allow us to connect in peace? Let us all, right now, just choose to be members of an international community; even if we never meet face to face.

“I dream of the creation of a World Peace Service which would allow young people from all countries to work together for peace and humanitarian causes instead of military service.” ~ Excerpt from acceptance speech by Robert Muller, as the Laureate of the UNESCO Prize 1989 for Peace Education.


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My name is Laura Mozer Davis, and I was born over half a century ago. My life’s journey has included raising three children as a single parent while caring for my parents who both became disabled during the last 10 years of their lives. Now that my children are grown and my parents have passed into the next part of their journey, I finally have time for me to grow as a person, not as just a care-giver. What I am learning, however, is that my destiny is to always be a care-giver. When I started writing for The Daily Sisterhood blog, I realized that I was to continue my care-giving through my writing. If my words help even just one person find either solace or joy, I know my life continues to have meaning.

Planetary Coming of Age

I feel that humanity is coming out of its teenage years.

When humans are babies and begin to take in the world around them they start to think their parents are Gods/Goddesses. They can do so many things that babies can’t, like walk, talk clearly, prepare food and drive a car.

As adults we know that this isn’t rocket science just something that maturity allows you to grow into in most cases. As children grow they learn to say “NO!” and start to exercise their individuality apart from their parents and find that they have power that they didn’t previously know they had.

When they approach the teenage years they start to form other bonds with their chosen groups, whether that group is a couple or a clique or club. Suddenly the parents are oppressors and despots, leaden entities, bent on destroying the individuality of the teen, at least from the teen age view.

As those teenagers find their way up and down fool’s hill, they find themselves pregnant, in credit card debt, sick from a steady diet of french fries and pizza, late nights and personal disrespect. As they struggle to find a J~O~B and struggle to pay their rent or buy a house, struggle to form a lasting relationship or start a family, they suddenly (often much to their own chagrin) find themselves seeking the wisdom of their parents.

The things they did to break away and prove they have a better idea prove unsustainable. They find themselves saying the same thing to their own children that their parents said to them, that they hated at the time. They find themselves admitting that Mom and Dad had a much more sensible way of doing things whether they like that way or not, it is sustainable and can produce thriving, not just surviving, and ultimately afford them the freedom they so righteously sought.

I believe the collective humanity is finding itself in this place. Its a humbling position and full of habits that aren’t easy to break. From the perspective that God/Father is the all encompassing force of the universe that one might call love or by many other names, and that Earth/Mother is the substance of life on this rock, our parents had it right in the first place and its time to admit it and save ourselves from ourselves.

From my perspective the energy of the universe is the spark, or the electron in every atom that connects us to the universe or the divine if you will. . . The Light. The planet is the substance animated by that light without which we would not have our experience on this mortal coil. . . The Darkness. Neither is superior to the other but sides of a coin, the means of the vehicles of time and space and all of our experience.

This planet has been through 5 mass extinctions and is in the process of the 6th. This time it is being driven by human behavior. The teenagers who seemed bent on self destruction are waking up to what they’ve been doing by trying to play God without taking into consideration that we still want there to be a planet to live on when we’re done.

There’s nothing wrong with being a teenager, its a necessary step to adulthood. Continuing to be a teenager is not something that can be done so I am very grateful for the years and the behavior that have shown us that this cannot continue. As we’ve seen with the Kurt Cobains and the Michael Jacksons we must change our self destructive ways or die. No amount of money can protect us from the fact that we must move forward or be done with this life entirely. I personally am changing my ways and embracing the wholeness of this life as the Earth and the Sun have been showing us the wisdom of for years.

Health Care Photo by Vicki Willoughby

Health Care Photo by Vicki Willoughby

Mental Health Care Photo by Vicki Willoughby

Mental Health Care Photo by Vicki Willoughby

Does the snowflake fear its descent to Earth?

It has been snowing in March all over the world, in places that it normally wouldn’t. This year I had my first white birthday. (A la White Christmas.)

This brings about a lot of jokes… I love Belfast in the springtime…

Belfast in the springtime - 2013

Belfast in the springtime – 2013

The other day I was sitting at the office, and my colleague said, hey, it’s snowing on Black Mountain. I glanced and saw the snow surging in from the north of town. I then looked out my window and saw snow beginning to dance its way down onto the street outside my office.

This happened to be a moment during which I was drowning in anxiety, so I decided to put myself in the shoes of a snowflake.

It sounded something like this.

Man, I had a really nice view up there, as a collection of gaseous water, coming together was so painful and now – ack! I’m freezing! I’m stuck here like this, the wind is just going to carry me along now, and I’m going to land somewhere – it’s such a long way down, I have that freefall feeling in my stomach. I want to just float, why do I have to – oh no, I’m being blown in a circle now – up a bit, and around – and that snowflake is so much bigger and more complicated than I am, and its dance is more beautiful. But wait, I’m going to land soon – oh I hope I land on the tree – what if the sun comes out – how long will I get to sit there? Wait! No! Not the road – I don’t want to land in the road – I will get run over and mixed with mud and – no that’s not fair, why is my brother landing on the rooftop and I just missed, I’m so inadequate compared to him with his nice view. Ah! I’m landing in the road. I’m such a failure. Now I will be mixing with sewage really soon…

You know what? I don’t think snowflakes do this to themselves.

But they also don’t realise they are part of a stunning snowfall that wouldn’t be complete without them no matter where they land. They don’t realise that they are no more or less important than each other.

There’s a lesson for humans in that, somewhere…

Loving our Mother

Photo by Vicki Willoughby

Rock Island Light Photo by Vicki Willoughby

Our human mothers get the credit for having birthed us but our essence comes from the elements of Mother Earth.

She is sorely overlooked, neglected and unappreciated at this time by many.

Not by me. Yes I live in this material world but I am constantly sending love to our Mother.

I live walking distance from Lake Ontario and just like a child compelled to visit home or a baby who comes to Mama for sustenance and reassurance I am drawn to visit the lake shore often, whatever the season.

Photo by Vicki Willoughby

Photo by Vicki Willoughby

Photo by Vicki Willoughby

Photo by Vicki Willoughby

I feel like the lake is a mammary gland which welcomes me to drink my fill through my eyes, my skin and my heart. The wind runs its fingers through my hair, the waves keep rhythm and the birds lull me with song. I silently pay homage to the feminine of our Creator.

Mother has been there for us always. Supporting, feeding and comforting us. She asks nothing in return, just wants to offer us a cool drink, a spot of shade on a sunny hot day or a place out of the cold when the north wind blows.

She is often overlooked but she doesn’t complain, she loves us unconditionally and is going to the brink to allow her children to play as they wish. We are her offspring and we petulant teenagers disregard her needs as we struggle to break free from something that we cannot. Nor do we even want to if we’re honest.

Photo by Vicki Willoughby

Photo by Vicki Willoughby

Thank you Mother for all you have been and done and all you have offered to us. Your steadfast presence gives us reassurance and ease. Your green leaves and kaleidoscope of blossoms delight us and for those who pay attention, our hearts beat with yours. I pray that those who have been careless will come to understand your worth and that we are all in this together. In my vision this transition we are all going through together leads to a joyous result for us all. Be well and know that you are loved and felt more than we can express.      With greatest love,  Your humbled child.

Photo by Vicki Willoughby

Photo by Vicki Willoughby