A teaching and collective ritual container for tending to the ancestral mother wound

For many of us, Mother is our first heartbreak. Ripped from the womb. Taken from the dark.

You don't have to be a mother to know this wound. We all come from mother. And so many of us come from a long line of women who could not be held, who were not seen, who were not embodied in their medicine, who were not safe in their bodies, who turned their grief inward, who passed their unmetabolized pain down through the line.

The Death Mother is an archetype born from that grief. She carries the demons of unprocessed pain passed down through generations. She appears through self-hatred and self-abandonment, through jealousy, through outsourcing our power, through inheriting our Mother's pain, our grandmother's pain, our collective suffering. She holds the pain of never being safe to be seen. She is what we inherit when love curdles into survival. She is where we have been searching for mother in the dark, in toxic places, in unsafe people, without a light or a road map.

And there is another Scorpionic layer. So many of our grandmothers, the women in our lines, could not be in right relationship with their medicine and their gifts. It was not safe to be vulnerable. It was not safe to be in their power. It was not safe to realize their gifts. They were not allowed to be fully realized. The ways this turned inward and turned against other women. The fears of persecution. The jealousy. The competition. The medicine woman on medicine woman violence. The witch wound that lives in so many of our relationships with women.

This is the heartbrokenness of the grandmothers. And it lives in us.

When we tend to the ancestral nervous system, the collective Death Mother energy softens. And this ripples throughout our psyche, our relationships, our lives.

One iteration of the mother wound is the maiden mother. The absent mother.

The maiden mother doesn't have the capacity to mother. She is a child herself. She is longing for mother herself.

Mother is our first experience of being mirrored. She is how we meet the world. She is our first self image. When the holding wasn't there, the nourishing, the validation, the mirroring back of our divinity, it leaves a deep Chironic imprint on the psyche. A lack of enoughness. A lack of aliveness. A lack of belonging.

There is a wound of expecting absence. A wound of putting yourself out there and expecting rejection. Expecting emptiness. Expecting to be unseen.

This shows up in creative work. In how we share ourselves. In how we take up space. If we were not met in our fullness, if we were not seen in our divinity and our preciousness, then there is a soul deep ache for that relational experience. To experience our wholeness through another's eyes. To be reflected back as enough.

The maiden mother cannot provide this. She is a child herself, remember? She is starving for love.

And so the child learns to reverse the current. Instead of receiving, they begin to give. They become the caretaker. They learn to read the room, to manage their mother's nervous system, to make themselves small or useful or invisible enough that maybe, this time, they will be fed in return. This is the birth of the parentified child. The little one who abandons their own hunger to tend someone else's.

But her needs are insatiable. Because they are not just her needs. They are a whole ancestry's needs. A whole hungry, heartbroken, unnourished, forgotten ancestral field of mothers and grandmothers searching for Mother.

Where is she? Where is she?

This is where the cycle breaker comes in. The black sheep. The wounded healer. The over-functioner who has spent a lifetime tending everyone else's hunger and is finally, finally turning toward their own.

This is not about blaming our mothers. They are hungry and starving too. Mother didn't have a mother. Mother needs a mother. And this is not about trying to metabolize an entire ancestry's grief and ache for love through our bodies. This is about individuating out of the suffering, and tending to the wound the way a mother would. The way Mother would.

Where is she? She is here. She is us. And she can be called home.

Where is Mother? Mother? Mother? Mother.

In these last weeks of the North Node in Pisces and South Node in Virgo, there is a collective invitation to release the Death Mother energy that has lived so long in the Virgo continuum, the self-criticism, the not-enoughness, the grief over medicine that was never allowed to land. We are being called, collectively, to surrender into Mother. To tend her.

We will be held under the Cancer sun, in a very gentle and tender way.

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