Moonrise Mystic is the journey of a novelist connecting her love of story with her passion for the mystical into one moving, breathing prayer. It’s for those who love to read fantasy stories and intuitive writings that explore expanding through the initiations of life, death and rebirth, and transmuting shadow to light. Thank you for being here!
A Birthing Story From Mother Earth
At the moment of my birthing, as I moved from the black cosmic womb of nothing into the light of form, I rejoiced, relishing in the life and the beauty I had been gifted by the Great Cosmic Mother.
Crystalline waters of acute stillness and rapturous movement nourished me, body and soul. The most sacred waters of all, existing within my womb, rose up from my inner wells into the roots of grass, tree, flower, and dirt, blessing the lands with my absolute love.
At my center, deep within my caverns, a fire burned, kindling new life in infinite forms. Together, in a blissful communion with the Great Cosmic Mother—the creator of all of life—I birthed from the stardust of my own making the first creatures who would call my existence home.
Walking, flying, crawling, swimming—each one carried a wonder all their own. I wept at the beauty of the interwoven connection I shared with each one.
Timelessness embodied. Blessed with sight forward and back and all directions, I saw clear visions of a multitude of other highly intelligent beings who would be birthed to call my body home, to commune with my soul. What a graceful communion it would be.
Along their journey, some would forget about our essential communion and bring me harm, both inentional and unitentional. Yet, I only saw the beauty in all of it as I gazed in every direction of my existence, for I knew I was a vessel for these beings to remember their divine nature… even as they temporarily forgot. For, only in forgetting, can remembering take place.
Time would heal. The ways of the healers would never be truly lost and the ones who never forgot would walk beside me. The ones who remembered God is both feminine and masculine in nature—Sophia-Source. The ones who knew the way of the mystic and passed it on through their generational lines. The ones who loved fiercely and rose together despite the ineveitable animosity both they and my body would have to endure. These beings are the ones who would be called witch—the most powerful and connected beings of their race.
Even then I knew… all would be well working in communion with these souls balancing light and shadow.
🌹 Share in the comments: Do you feel an ancient connection with Mother Earth? What does this connection feel like?
Liberation of the Witch
This past weekend, I attended my first Pagan Pride in Long Beach, initiated by my friend Erica Phillips, who is quickly becoming a chosen sister along my path of returning. It was our first in-person meeting and a wonderful coming home experience with her and others who know the power of connecting with Mother Earth in sacred ways.
Soul Power (Alchemizing Darkness Meditation)
Many lightworkers, healers, and mystics have a hard time with the word power. It’s possible you were in a position of power you didn’t handle in a way you wished, whether in this lifetime or another. It could be that someone with power abused you or took advantage of you. It could be as simple as being afraid of your own inner power because in a past life, or earlier in this life, you were punished for wielding your power.
Oh my, this touched a deep part of my soul! 🌟 The “power” in your words is beautifully captured. 🌹
Gorgeous writing 🤩