Lá fhéile Síle! Síle Na Gíg was traditionally celebrated on the 18th of March before the arrival of Christianity.
This seems like a potent time given what is happening in the celestial alignments, with Venus in particular.
We are being encouraged to enter the womb, to root the womb deep into the earth for dissolution, as Venus makes her descent as the evening star to return as the morning star. This is the ultimate death and rebirth for those walking the Venusian path.
When I look at the celebration of St. Patrick I see a tradition that is deeply severed from the mother, much like the north of Ireland is severed from the south of Ireland. Our spirituality and cultural practices have been ripped from the mother’s breast to our detriment. As a culture we are the walking wounded, lacking the spiritual and cultural nourishment to grow strong and stable roots. That is why so many have left and continue to do so.
But the argument is not Síle or Padraig, the feminine or the masculine, which is what I often see in spiritual spheres. It is both/and! Yes we must account for the wrongs of patriarchal consciousness on women, on our relationship to our bodies and our sexuality, the earth and on our lost heritage of earth based spirituality. We must hold these parts tenderly and speak to them softly. We must cry and rage to fully express the depth of these the pages of a story that still needs to be fully expressed but after the fact we must return. We must return to each other.
Síle needs Padraig and Padraig needs Síle. For what good is feminine spirituality that is severed from the heart and intellect or what good is masculine spirituality that is cut from the earth, uprooted and floating in the ethers. As above, so below. As within, so without. We must return to the mother to fully accept and open to the father. Only in doing so can we finally have our resurrection.
I AM anointed by the Holy Spirit and I serve the Great Mother. Penetrated by the Holy Father my heart has become saturated by eternal love. I AM dripping in devotion. I AM a channel for healing grace. I keen by the waters and bleed on the land. I offer my milk, I AM the embodiment of Síle. I open the holy portals of my breasts and yoni to consecrate these lands in the name of the Mother, to call back my Sisters and brothers. I AM one with Gaia, a medicine carrier of Ériu in communion with the plants and animals. Wild and untamed like the elements, keeper of the waters. Overflowing like a river that has burst its banks, seeping into the substrate of community, building foundation through jubilation. I AM pumping orgasmic remembrance through your veins, offering keys to forgotten pathways. I AM midwife of the thresholds of birth and death, psychopomp for lost souls and guardian of the birth space.
No longer will we be severed from our abundance, when we are in overflow so too are these lands. We are nourished straight from the breasts of the Mother who gives life. Only then are we ready and grounded to fully receive the Father in his majesty. Only then are we balanced and open to the truth of our being. Only then do we hold the entirety of our own majesty, our own perfection within this physical creation! This is the great work of our time.
Lá fhéile Síle agus Padraig.
Le grá,
Sarah Marie
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