*Mary Magdalene : She Called My Name*

 

Mary Magdalene as she took form through my fingers

In May 2016, whilst travelling, living in a little Airbnb apartment in Southern Spain, She called my name..

Mary Magdalene. I love her dearly. Kristján, my partner, had to leave for Iceland for a week, so I was alone. It rained almost the whole time he was away! I decided to take the week-end off, just to be with myself. Browsing the web, I found an online beautiful art workshop with Shiloh Sophia, a wonderful artist and a wise woman who I had never heard of before. This specific workshop was all about Mary Magdalene. Oh how precious it felt to me! Shiloh’s community had a FB group which I joined and then shared my experience with.

Altar honoring and the sacred prayer, the first layer of my Mary Magdalene painting

“Hello everyone. I‘m Helga Sóley from Iceland. I‘m new within this sacred space so firstly I would like to say Thank You to all of you and to Shiloh and her beautiful creations on Mother Earth ❤

My time with Magdalene has been quite intense to say the least. I’m travelling but felt such a strong pull to participate, so only used what I had, regular, though thick paper and bought the acrylics I could find, a box of assorted small tubes, and some assortment of pencils together in a package. Mary Magdalene has been one of my 13 FairyGodparents for many years, and I‘m so happy she now called my name. As it so happened, my partner in life had to go back to Iceland for a few days, so I was alone with her during the weekend. So symbolic. Like she waited, until I was alone! The painting isn’t finished, each phase of her is its own painting somehow I feel. It was such a process. She wanted to speak, so I opened her mouth. Need more paint now to keep on. Have to wait until I can go to the store again. Sunday night I just cried and cried. It was so emotional. Magdalene represents so much to me. With the tears rolling down my cheek I grabbed my notebook and wrote in flow ..

~

I wear the scars

I wear your scars

.

Sophia

Magdalene

.

I know

It is horrible

What can we do?

My tears

Drops of blood

.

I hear you

In my chest

I feel like my ribcage will rip open

The pain

So deep

.

The humiliation

The rapes

The beatings

.

Yet within our hearts

We‘ve always known

It will end

And our souls would soar free again

As they used to

As they will again

.

This poem

Soaked in tears

.

I need to do something

Help me see!

I cry for your help

.

I hear you

I hear the harmonics

As from within the pyramids

I hear your songs

I hear your songs

.

But help me, what can I do?

.

“Touch the hearts of men.

Let them see your pain”

.

No wait, don’t go!

Stay a little longer

.

“Rise up

Rise up, beautiful one

We’re here beside you

You’re not alone

And all your sisters

Talk to them

Reach out

Cry together

Those are not just your tears”

.

“Yes, we know you cry as you feel

They don’t see it the way you do”

.

“That they don’t realize

That the men need to be involved

As the tears are also theirs”

.

Why all this hatred towards women?

Why! Why!

It’s ignorance, it’s brainwashing

We’re not lesser, we’re not weaker

.

Why do you think so?

Why are you so cruel?

We’re just as important to life

We create life! We bear the children

We tear our flesh to bring them

Into this world

.

Please men, feel!

.

Why do you not treat us as equals?

Why? Why?

.

Search your souls! Where did it begin?

Where did all this begin?

.

It is so deep within you

Where’s the source?

Dig deep, dig deep for crying out loud

.

Search your souls

Seek answers

.

Get to know us

Help us heal

Support us

Hold us

We need you

.

Let’s be one again

Let’s revere our differences

Without them we wouldn’t produce anything

We couldn’t create life

.

Let’s rise together

As the sacred male and female

The purest form of who we are

.

Here, take my hand

Please

Feel it in your heart to join with me

To be one with me. Again.

.

Let’s close our eyes

And move beyond genders for a while

.

Can you feel it? Can you sense it?

The peace

The enveloping serenity

.

I do love you

I love you

I love you

.

Shine your brightest light

Illuminate my soul

Impregnate me with your divine spark

.

Call my name

I’m here

I’ll bear our children

Nurture them

I’ll sway with the moon

As is my essence

I’ll be the vessel

The gateway for humanity

.

To find Home

.

(Spain, May 2016)

*The Healing Grounds*

 

I'm in the slow process of opening up a Substack :)  Yay!

The publication is called The Healing Grounds.

Here's the Welcome page.

My Author's page, Sóley White

See you there! 😍

*Heart Opening*

💗 Cosmic Heart by Willow Arlenea

*Sara*

 

 

There is magic in in the air today. It's the 29th of February. Leap Day. Day out of time.

I don't know exactly how to put it into words, but there's magic palpable.

Sara came to me last night. Woke me up, scratching on the door like she used to, when she had to go out in the middle of the night. But this time it was so loud. She used to do it very gently. But this time it was more like she was scratching the door from the outside, wanting to come in. I think she was "waking me up", breaking the spell.


I haven't written anything here since before noon, October 6th 2022 the day she died. Little did I know that later in the afternoon she would be going Home. To her other home. I almost can't believe I took a screenshot that day, at 11:11. My screen showing her amazing beauty and presence. My guardian angel. This screen has been kissed so often, again and again, and especially when I was laying at the hospital during my chemo+recovery rounds, missing her terribly. Having her close to me as my screensaver, showing herself everytime I lifted the phone, was a deep pain relief. A true Soul balm.


My beautiful Sara. My fluffymonster. Oh God I can't write more. It's too emotional still. I was going to write this and post before the end of the day, as I know its a golden hoop day, and she came to help me break the spell, so I want to honor that by posting before the day is over. She came to help me Leap into the sacred. Now. Embrace and celebrate SACRED SPACE. And to remind me that I AM sacred space. Now she and our love for each other is part of that sacred space and it infuses it with her amazing wild spirit, joy and authenticity. She was unaploagetically Sara. Always. All the way. She was a force of nature. Still is.


It's almost midnight.


I love you Sara mín. Always.


Þín, Sóley mamma. 💖💖💖💖

*Space for Grace*

I feel like writing about why I am still giving myself so much personal space, even though I'm a whole 6 months into my acute leukemia rehabilitation.

Why am I sometimes slow to answer messages from my friends?

Why am I not speaking voice-to-voice, or meeting face-to-face with all of my friends?

Why am I not even communicating with all of my friends or family members?  

*Equinox Ritual*

 🍂🍃✨🧡💚🧡✨🍃🍂

        

I was browsing my Google photos from two years ago, and the above two photos reminded me of an equinox~new moon ceremony I crafted then. I beaded white berries, from a rowan tree in my garden into a "pearl" necklace. Each white berry represented something I was grateful for in my life, a creation, an emotion, a relationship, a project, a person, a lesson in disguise, all kinds like that. By blessing it in that way, I released it symbolically and made more white space in my life. Space for Grace to flow in and around me.  

The backstory is that I had dreamed a dream a few weeks earlier, where a voice spoke to me "Celebrate the whiteness within" Now two years later, after my leukemia diagnosis and healing journey, I almost get shivers remembering this! In Icelandic, "hvítblæði" is the word for leukemia. The direct translation would be something like "bleeding white". 

So. Isn't time and how it is interwoven with energy, and the dance between what's written in the stars and what we want and will and divine will, and the dream world, and the myths, and the symbolism the strangest most mystical thing?       

*One Year*

It’s been a year now.

The circle of four seasons has closed, and today I’m on day one of the spiral.

On September 15th last year I got that crazy phone call from the doctor. My blood tests showed some abnormalities and he wanted me to come in for a bone marrow sample.

On September 16th my bone marrow was sampled and within the hour I got to hear I had acute leukemia. That same day I was admitted to the blood cancer ward and they started prepping me for my first chemotherapy with bags of fluids.

On September 17th a cvp line (tube) was inserted into my jugular vein (neck) and I began the chemotherapies.

Today is September 18th a year later. As these three days have now passed, the 15th, 16th, and 17th, I feel like a grand cycle has closed. But the energy feels deeper. Like the closing of the cycle is an attunement into the frequency of the sacred Spiral ✨ Now, a new octave commences.

It is good energy to sense into.

I'm feeling very grateful, and, as I write this I'm also feeling a bit like an alchemist 🧙 A bit cheeky! ;)

~~~

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

*Pisces Moon*

Pisces Moon  Virgo Sun

Thank you for your healing hands

💙💜💙

*A Child with Wise Eyes*

 

✨

At the dawn of a new Life

Light appears

It's born from Darkness

The old giving way

to the new

Yes, here I am

The ancient me

reborn

a child

with wise eyes

✨

*Leo Love*

❤️‍🔥🦁🌿

New Moon wishes to all through the ether and earth today ✨🦁🌑🦁✨

🦁 May Leo’s strength course through our veins. May courage, playfulness, and authenticity sound our inner truth to ourselves first and foremost. May we share with ourselves our inner richness and gold, our vitality, our inner bounty, our horn of plenty. We are a majestic wonder of life, a glowing fruit of the cosmos, sovereign to ourselves in our own authenticity. 

We are sincere, dear human beings, capable of so much beauty and love. And empathy. To ourselves as well. 

What does that mean, to show oneself empathy, kindness, understanding, respect, and playfulness? How does it feel in your body to sense and see the energy in that light? Unto oneself. To offer oneself the warm, strong, wise and gentle, compassionate embrace of the great king and queen, the Lion and the Lioness. To be a Leo unto oneself? 

*A Day of Teardrops*

 

June 24th of Tenderness

A tender vulnerable day today

I would love to share out loud how I’m feeling.

My healing journey with acute leukemia, which began September last, was and has been so deeply interwoven with my Venus unfoldment and my life with the Gene Keys overall, that it feels unreal sometimes. It’s almost like I have been, and still am, living out a fairy tale every day, with its magical symbolism and synchronicities like red threads unwinding the story.

Like when I had to be moved to the FOURTH floor, to the HEART ward of the hospital, on what was supposed to be my fifth and last day of my fourth and last chemotherapy. I was to be administered my two very last bags of medicine, bags 52 and 53, but my heart was beating so slowly, that it had to be monitored before and whilst they gave me those two last bags. There I stayed for 3 and a half days.