October Water Ceremony News

WATER CEREMONY

October 26, 2011 – 6 p.m.
Hospitality House, 705 B Street, Minong, WI
Sponsored by Sisterhood of the Planetary Water Rites

Storm looms in west as Minong is bathed in golden light

Storm looms in west as Minong is bathed in golden light

 Open to women who feel called to honor and respect water. Purpose: Support water issues that need our attention. To change negative impact on the world’s fresh drinking water supply for all living species all over the world. Turning our hearts and prayers toward positive energy and vibrations to heal water world wide.

Water Blessing Event
October 28 – 1 p.m. – 4 p.m.
Sponsored by the Sisterhood of the Planetary Water Rites
and Grandmother Tonya Whitedeer. May we all stand together with a single intention for water matter where we are on the Earth at this time.

Water Sister Worth Cooley-Prost sent the following Messsage:

Dear Ones!  At long last, the convergence of time, energy  and Heart allows for this long-overdue message.

[A new friend and I] talked about indigenous understandings of Now, and how I can’t imagine how I’d be able to look around in these times if I hadn’t heard Don Alejandro speak 11 years ago, how the Mayan calendar isn’t about the “end of the world,” rather about the accelerating unfolding of a whole new Time that’s very different from all that’s unraveling now. (I really like Tom Kenyon’s metaphor about 2012 or whenever — he says when his odometer turns over 100,000 miles, he doesn’t expect his car to disappear!) I think our unexpected hour together was a Gift to both of us, and recalled again the Hathors advice about the difficulties of chaotic nodes: “be curious and expect miracles.”

Turtle Women Rising 2011 was in Olympia WA this year, from sunrise on October 7 through the afternoon of October 10. I have the bowl that held the Water on the altar at TWR 2008 and 2010, both here in DC. It’s lovely bowl, about 16″
across and a graceful low, open shape in that hint-of-palest-green often seen in thick handmade glass, with a swirl of slightly darker pale green. It was in one of Coldwater Creek’s crazy online sales about 2002, marked down from probably $125 (never could’ve afforded that) to about $35. I loved it (and had a lot more money back then!), and ordered it thinking it would be beautiful on our diningroom table with fruit or flowers or just air. When it came, I realized that our diningroom table was
neither big enough nor clear enough for the bowl, so for about 6 years it sat up on top of a bookshelf in the diningroom. Then in one of the final planning conference calls for the first TWR, Eli said they needed a bowl to hold the Water in the
altar tipi, and I said, “Eli, I have the bowl.” Near the end of the final day of TWR that year, I’d left the circle to smoke a cigarette and just put my chair at the edge of things when I came back in. I remember sitting there watching
everybody singing and dancing, and thinking, “I can’t sing and I can’t dance, but I can bring the bowl that holds the Water.” We used it again in 2010.

So last Friday, Willy put two chairs and a little round table that came from the side of the road several years ago in a special, leafy grove part of the yard before he went to work, and later my friend Margaret came over with her drum. The several pieces of cloth covering the table were made by Mayan hands, African hands, and Indonesian hands, and though I’m sure the the bright red fleece with Native American designs was made in China, it came to me from Council on Indian Nations a couple of years ago. The bowl took up most of the table. The things around it included several stones, a tiny bottle of rose
quartz chips, a little basket with Haiti beads, some lavender, a Fourth Wise Man figure, and seems like a couple of other things I can’t remember at the moment. (I’d meant to take a picture but forgot; it must not have wanted me
to.) After smudging us and everything else, we filled the bowl with Water from the house and opened the space with prayers to connect with TWR and with all healing Waters around the world. I asked especially that the spirits of all the men, women,
children and horses of the civil war be honored for their courage and sacrifice, calling them back from their journeys and the traumas endured, so they can heal and return Home… and that Mother Earth be healed in all the places that have
held their pain and fear and anger for all these 150 years, and that all the Waters that touch that land — rivers, rain, dew, fog, snow, tears past and future — carry that great healing also.

Margaret brought a really beautiful drum, and I used my Ocean drum for the first time. I’ve always wanted to be where drumming is — Native American, Haitian, African, and those astonishing sideways Japanese drums — but somehow never really felt called to drum myself. Then last summer I ordered myself an Ocean drum for my birthday — synthetic covering on one side, clear mylar on the other, and filled with steel shot. I’d experimented with it a little a couple of times since… tilting it from side to side makes sounds of waves and surf… but this was the first time I really used it. Amazing! Each of the
times between opening the space Friday and closing it Monday afternoon — and the next night when Moon was full somewhere behind thick clouds — it’s given me something new. The first day, when I opened my eyes after a few minutes, the
sky and trees were in my lap! (The clear mylar side is like a mirror.) Also, the steel beads often make a yin-yang pattern. The next day I also used the beater that came with it, and after a little while realized there were subtle musical tones at the edges; they’ve been clearer each time. Another time when I looked down, I saw the ripple patterns around my thumbs holding the
edges. Looks like I have my drum — who knew?!!

When we came back to the house on Friday, the mail had come, bringing the sage you sent, Mary Ellen… so that’s been part of each visit since. When I went back to the space the second day, there was a line of sand or fine dirt around the whole front edge of the table. (Another time I’ll tell you the story of the six deer who came in January after I’d asked my grandmothers for guidance and protection and that I be able to see them and hear them clearly.) We took everything back in but the cloth and bowl when we closed the space on Monday. I’ve left the bowl there for the three days of rain we’ve had, and tomorrow will give the Water to the Earth there and it will go back on the high shelf until whenever its next time is.

Margaret is coming again for Water Prayers at 1:00 on October 28, so we will be among you all around the world. These are some fancy, fancy times, aren’t they? I’m so grateful to be here, so grateful to both of you that you’re in my life and in my heart. I do want to be a Water Sister, please!

Abundant love and blessings,
Worth

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Turtle Women Rising Gathering in Washington, DC for Veterans and Peace

October 8-11 2010
Washington, DC

 Join Us as We “Honor our Veterans” In this “Stand for Peace” We gather with the International Council of the 13 Indigenous Grandmothers for the healing of the four hoops of life. ◦Ourselves ◦Our Families ◦Our communities ◦Our Mother Earth Turtle Women Rising held a gathering in Washington, DC in 2008, in a Stand For Peace. We are honored to share these images from 2008, and this song “New Way” with the invitation to join us in DC October 8-11, 2010.

New Way was a gift from a baby turtle, that was received by our sister Mz. imani white. We hope you will learn this song and sing with us. Whether in DC, or at your home place, please sing and drum with us in solidarity. Many Blessings to you, as we each do our part to help bring a new way to walk on the earth. Mz. imani has recently released a new CD, for more info please contact her at mzimani@gmail.com

THE VISION We are called forth: To gather the feminine energies of all life. We call upon the elders, mothers and daughters of the earth. We see our brothers and sisters, our friends and lovers ready to answer the call. It’s all about you, it’s all about us, and together it is “We”. Imagine how powerful this can be, listening to our heartbeats growing strong. “One strong heartbeat standing for Peace”. We have no words only the heartbeat of the drum. We are Turtle Women Rising, rising for Peace. We rise in Love, in Song, and in Prayer. Our faith grows strong and our own knowing of the possibilities begins to reveal itself. It is the Power of Love, the Power of life. “Yes we can imagine that”.

 We rise to support the tears of all life givers and hold in our hearts the pain of violence transforming the pain and healing all wounds. We are strengthened by faith and the knowing of our individual walk. With every sound of the heartbeat from the mallet we raise the earth’s vibrations bringing the Light closer to the mother who is healing herself. This is the Light that will heal the holes in our hearts and the hearts of all living things.

 Turtle Women Rising shares an alliance and purpose with the work of the International Council of Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers. We are honored to welcome the Grandmothers to DC as they join us in this gathering. We invite your participation to take action with us on site or at your home place consciously connecting the web of all life. We are a drum group led by Indigenous Women. We invite people of all nations who hear the call to join us as we reweave the web bringing the remembrance of our warrior and their ways. We Welcome Our Troops Home, We Welcome Our Veterans and their families into our community “You cannot demand peace you can only become it.” “You cannot fight for peace you can only live it.”

Please visit http://www.youtube.com/v/EOD-zVt8l4g&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1 to hear the song of rising. Learn the music. Then we can all join our voice and intentionstogether on the appointed day and time. We don’t need to be in DC to carry this intention in our hearts and to join the 13 Indigenous Grandmothers and the Mother Earth Turtle Women Rising. May we bring healing and peace to all of Mother Earth’s children and to Morther Earth herself.

Source (www.turtlewomenrising.com)
in collaboration with the Sisterhood of Planetary Water Rites at waterblessing@msn.com

Be happy insectamonarch frieds where ever you are.

Butterfly Woman

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