Hi all, it’s been yonks!
 
I just recently opened a new journey with the dark mother. To say it has been well received is a  understatement. Not that I ever do anything to be well received. haha 
Because at the end of the day I try to do what I love and if people happen to vibe it, wonderful. If not, that’s cool too.
 
That’s the key isn’t it…Do what makes you happy and joyful.
 
It’s a long spiralling, crooked path to get there sometimes.
In all honesty and hindsight I think that’s where we learn the most, even though it might not feel like it at that point in time.
 
 
This new offering is growing and changing, I’m learning with every single person that has journeyed with me so far.

I’m so grateful to those souls that have honoured me with their stories.
 
When you connect deeply or identify with a idea/path/destiny.
It’s a visceral feeling, like no other. It feels like home. That’s not to say we remain stagnant and unchanging in that idea.

There is always room to move and expansion that happens.
 
Doing healings has left me feeling mehhh for quite a while. And I pulled it right back. Packed up my room and gave a way the healing bed. Which is sorta fucked, when you know it’s a part of you and you can do it easily. That’s the confusing part.
 
Don’t get me wrong I love doing healings, I’ve always worked in a healing profession from nursing to hands on healing from a young age.
 
It’s just different now. I want to go in a clear the Aura and rip shit out of etheric bodies. I don’t need a room for that. All I need is my intent, a animal skin, a claw and a feather. Done!  
I only do it for family and friends now. There are so many fantastic energy workers out there that can give you the full experience of space and sanctuary. I can’t. Over the ethers I can, by those that trust me. That’s’ all I need.
 
 
 
The dark mother called me many moons ago, I have always done her work silently and often feel uncomfortable talking about it. It didn’t need to be seen; it didn’t need to be talked about. It just was and is.
 
It’s a big part of me and always will be. Working with death in whatever capacity I’m needed. I just won’t teach or talk about in a spiritual way. I can’t. I’ve tried, and it leaves bitter taste in my mouth.
I’ll continue this work, silently and practical. That’s the only way I know how.
 
This new ritual/blessing on the other hand (still haven’t got a earthly word for it, it will come) is mashup of everything I hold sacred
 
Facing the shadow
Allowing the death of what no longer serves
Seeing the magic in self
Empowering
Honouring
Balance of feminine and masculine
Trusting the intuitive self before the world fucked you up
 
 
And I feel comfortable sharing it and offering it.  
 
Just wanted to let my faithful subscribers know what’s been going down.
 
So hope you are all travelling well and surviving the last few months of hectic shit that the universe has thrown at you.
I’ll sign off with one of my fav quotes below
Rock on
Bec
 
 
 
“The place of true healing is a fierce place. It's a giant place. it's a place of monstrous beauty and endless dark and glimmering light.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

I’ve been feeling Hecate for a while now in cosmos, her and Venus have been kicking my ass.
Whenever I’m at the crossroads of life
Hecate always steps in
After all that’s her Jam..the crossroads
 
 
I am trying to understand all the signs I get, some happened years ago some more recently.
It’s only when I remember, that it becomes clear.
 
I remember a while ago I dreamt, I was walking through a hospital/nursing home and talking to the patients
I was happy enough engaging but there was a nagging inner voice saying to me “you don’t belong here” I continued to walk through the hallways and the feeling grew. I felt like a alien. People wanted to talk to me and although polite,I was looking for the  escape door.
 
I walked right to the back and out the door.
Next minute I was in the woods
I was barefoot and cloaked
I came across a clearing with a tree stump.
It became my alter, in the clearing, In the dark.
I could still see the building but it grew father away as I focused on where I was and how comfortable I was. It felt Like home.
 
I started chanting “I honour the dark mother” over and over
In my hand I had a box and it had matches and other odd little things that I can’t remember.
 
I held up a lipstick and was applying it…blood red and still chanting
 
It was surreal and real at the same time
That was my initiation
The dark mother/goddess had called me
 
To say it was intense is putting it lightly
 
I woke up with my whole-body vibrating
 
I didn’t see her, but I felt her.
 
I serve her, I honour her always.

When ever your at the crossroads in life

Be still, the answers will come.

​Rock on

Bec