This time of year always offers an intense season of death, darkness and making space for something better 🌑🐍👑
Clear boundaries and spiritual growth create enormous, new possibilities.
Happy new moon in Scorpio, loves 🐍
An artist and a muse and a magical river…
Hail Holy Spirit arising from these waters
Faith and surrender override my fear
Restore and baptize this holy vessel
For the best is yet to come ⚡️🐍🌹
There is a Divine Mother wisdom within the consciousness of the body of the cosmos, and the Earth, and our own sacred bodies that we can awaken to “remother” ourselves and heal toxic imprints.
Mystics call this the Holy Spirit.
There is a dazzling love that birthed us, with an umbilical cord connected to our spiritual center - called the holy of holies, the womb of our soul, by gnostics.
When we heal the Motherline to restore the Red Thread, we are again rebirthed in love.
~Magdalene Mysteries by Seren & Azra Bertrand, M.D.
I am an organic child of Mother Earth.
I worship God through her elements and in turn she nourishes and restores me.
I devote my life to sharing and spreading her miracles through my own human struggle and divine holy gifts.
And may we all stop fucking around and get to our DIVINE work 🌹
Just wow ☀️🐍🌹
If you haven’t figured out your superpowers yet, you better get to it.
Life is short.
And heaven awaits when we embody our truest authenticity.
Sending love to this 22-year-old beauty, broken but hopeful…21 years later she and I are ready to set the world on fire 🔥
I pray with my grief, with my sorrow, with my heart shattered open into a million fragments, as if the first primordial burst of Creation is still reverberating inside.
I pray with my Heart, even when it is closed, frightened, confused, and afraid.
I pray because I am fragile. I have been broken. I cannot do this alone.
I pray, because I am immeasurably, strong and ferocious. I pray with howls for the suffering of the world. I pray with the fury of forgotten wrath.
I pray when I have no more prayers left and hopelessness is with me.
I pray when it is all smashed on the floor and cannot be fixed.
I pray with fangs and claws in the power of fire forged volcanic ash. I pray to digest all the pain deep into the soil of my belly, and burst out wildflowers.
Magdalene’s Prayer Part 2
written by Seren Bertrand
This season I PRAY myself into my own next becoming…up-leveled, wild, free and ready to embody my magic.
Won’t you come along?
Stay tuned for all kinds of Priestess magic this season and the rest of 2023.
And Pgh friends, join me for a lovely workshop this Wednesday on the new moon in Leo…details in bio.
MAGDALENE WOMB YOGA:
a 2-hour immersion into our bodies, hearts and sacred intuition.
Through movement and asana, sound healing, essential oils, watercolor art and other earth medicine we will reconnect to the Holy Spirit within our bodies and realign with the healing energies of nature.
This devotional practice will inspire, rejuvenate and awaken your spirit, your senses and your Divine connection.
All levels welcome.
Magdalene Womb Yoga
Wednesday, August 16
SoMe Studio in Hampton, PA