Winter shares about her journey with the human body and the invisible life that is the deeper ‘I’’

THE PASSING OF THE TORCH FROM JESUS TO MAGDALENE

I have mostly kept my gaze away from the current scuffle around the Born Again Christian voice accusing the goddess/ embodiment arts, of heresy (which really in our collective memory is a familiar cry) but since I have been publicly called ‘into the ring’ I am going to share my perspective.

𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬

They are the sacred tales of our beginnings and endings that hold within them archetypal melodies, the cords of culture that infuse civilisations. Myths are the maps of meaning for our human experience and whether we consent to it or not humanity exists within these ancient narratives.

I am an undercover agent

A harlot

A wicked adulteress

I am pure fraudulence.

And I am here

Awake.

Is not a woman but a field of energy that expresses the ancient lineages of the carnal and primordial wisdoms.

The Dark Feminine is a principle that knits together spirit consciousness with the deep pulsing rootedness of earth bound life.

From the darkness

Archetypes are birthed

cloaked in energetic imprints

that carry old age stories

a golden thread

Words are becoming foreign landscapes to me as the language of the sensuous beckons.

I have a longing to hear a silent circular chord that encompasses everything in existence.

My heart has been traversing the landscapes of an ancient grief.

I found it hiding out under moss and vine.

Underneath the bedrock of anger and projection there it was; in the shape of the ocean, it smelt like autumn.

This grief has occupied the timeless compartments of my heart, through the door of longing and ecstasy I found a room of deep remembering.

When I was in my twenties I remember reading an incredible book called Midwifing Death by Leslene Della Madre and it literally transformed my life. Reading about cultures that existed on this earth that revered and honoured the sacred feminine in women, of the earth and in cosmology; my cellular memory ignited.

This is not just a ‘women’s training’ but a rite of passage into the future that is already here, waiting for our gaze to soften enough to detect the subtle magic illuminating all life

Magdalena is not about self- improvement, how to be a better goddess or a worthy projection screen for the sacred feminine.

Archetypes have been surfacing within our collective culture for thousands of years.  The origins of archetypal theorem trace back to Plato who deciphered them as mental forms imprinted in the soul.  Jung described archetypes as universal patterns and images found within our collective unconscious.  These images have emerged through mythologies, religions, legends and for me, through direct transmissions.

The church of Saint Sulpice is the beginning of the Roseline, a meridian that runs from Paris to the south of France. St Sulpice is the first sacred site marking the Magdalene mysteries, a cathedral built around a womb. The womb represents the birthing portal of life and our eventual return through the uterine waters to physical death. The Magdalene mysteries document Mary Magdalene’s arrival to these foreign lands with her children after the death of Jesus, her beloved.

I have been journeying the past two years into territory that never before have i traversed.

I have scaled impenetrable cliffs, meandered through the most luscious forests, trekked the harshest deserts parched and trembling. I have encountered mirages, fairies, trolls and shadows that follow my every step. I have been christened by waterfalls and dragged into the depths of the wild seas by powerful tides whose surges demand my surrender.