she who stays up at night

For weeks and weeks the Owl kept calling, but too tired inside so I kept stalling. Body and joints aching, like I’d been in the wars, so I connected with Artemisia, for her energetic restores.

A sorority, female council of thirteen, although Artemis was present, Athena was keen to be seen. Shield wielding, warrior goddess, ready for battle, dressed to assess. Some struggle to escape sexual pursuit, but she’s ruled over many a sexual dispute. Sometimes shaming, blaming, cursing, forcing metamorphosising, but one soon forgets the true power of empathising.

The story of Nyctimene and her rape, transforming into Owl then became her fate. Was she too ashamed to be seen in daylight, or earnest to embody this sacred bird of the night. A symbol of wisdom and seeing in the dark, for violators often leave their mark. They say once bitten twice shy, but when one lives in truth it's reflected in eye.

The Owl had me flying down into a dark abyss, endless it seemed until I saw this. A cavern, with a master sat meditating, snaked wrapped around him decorating. It slithered on over and spiraled round the same, before tongue bursting from forehead in front of brain. Then on an operating table, a familiar spiritual sight, high surgeon working away, kaleidoscopic light. Amethyst crystal feather headdress, intuitive ability open to express. For some they hear and others they See, but develop these both for greater clarity.

The Owl's flat facial disk channels sounds to its ears, by adjusting its feathers, no nuisance noise interferes. The faintest movement, heard from hideaways, great detective of unconscious displays. Silently gliding, unseen shadow in the night, spying on all life with its binocular eyesight. Piercing through the darkness, so many different angles, offers new perspectives, old patterns now untangles.

Breaking boundaries, crossing Water lines, bypassing consent with those criminal minds. You may take this body, but it will not be me, unconsciously escaping this reality. But maybe you're here to face to face, full circle again, same frequency, different place. What voice will you hear now guiding you through, echoes in the hall of mirrors or that which rings true.

Yes, those layers from lifetimes, victims of violence in hiding, time to see the light of day, the power of now confiding. Breathe, surrender and let go, as they're lifted from your being, often suffering is how we learn, but after all these lessons can freeing.

Dear friend, the Owl's hypnotic gaze and magical super-vision, can detect your darkest secrets that govern harmful decision. Those haunting calls, now superseded by its hooting, alerting you of an intruder, your thought-stream polluting.

So to Owl and to Athena fly down with your healing, for purity of true nature truly revealing. Face that dark night and hear what it has to say, feast on its wisdom that now waves the way.

These are my own insights, but a great beauty of life is that of perspective, so how might others respond to the spirit of Owl, unbeknownst to this being the spirit they are receiving. How might they perceive it through their six senses. And the darkness within, polarised from the light, is something to embrace, not something to fight.

Whilst this podcast focuses on one story, more sharings can be read in raw after-session written form below.