Death Mother in Dreams

There is a collective theme through the dreaming brought to me in sessions, shared with friends and in my own dream realms. It is the archetypal feminine via the wild cat that is circling, attempting to enter the psyche in order to merge with the soul. There is also resistance to this primal energy, a pushing away, building of fences, an attempt to control or destroy or run away from while watching the outside world try to kill her.

It’s Persephone returning from the underworld wild, raw, fresh and whole that threatens the parts of ourselves that truly long to embrace and restore this energy in our hearts but are terrified of it at the same time.

This is the pulse of where we are in our relationship to the feminine, longing her return and yet fearing all that comes with reigniting her flames within our hearts. A world we can only make safe by allowing her love to enter us, to blow our ideas out of the water of what swimming in her love really is.

There is something we must let go of in order to let the wild cat in and claim her in our hearts.

We must release the parts of ourselves we are holding hostage. The parts we are punishing for having been traumatized. The parts that were rejected, abandoned, criticized, resented, unwanted or unloved by mother. The parts we continue to punish and lock away, unconsciously treating ourselves the way we internalized what was happening around us.

There is a death mother energy, a dark side of the power culture that wants to push us down when we try to rise. A feminine energy that seeks to actually suppress the feminine through power, wearing costumes feminine but standing as partner to a system that is outworn and tired. She wants to silence us when our lips open to reveal truth but tells us to keep smiling. Punish us when we feel joy or get free. Brings fear to the table when we long to celebrate a long awaited revelation of our true self. Pulling us down when we move into new creation. Criticize us when we bring something new to the table.

This death mother is the face of the oppressed feminine. She wants to get in. She wants to express herself. She longs to roam wild and free. But, first we must let go. We must let go of her grip on us. We must listen to her. We must listen to the one holding us hostage. We must listen to the one being held hostage, to the one that wants to keep Persephone out. We must listen to the one that wants to destroy her.

When we listen, we reclaim the aspects of ourselves we have refused faith and hope and love. We release the chains of emotional neglect, unwind the binding of shaming for mistakes and wrongdoings. We transform addictions and habits forged in an attempt to seek spirit or find mother somewhere in bottles or others or things.

We release our inner child from our anger that she was never loved.

These parts of ourselves, these are the cubs of the wild feminine. The daughters and sisters and sons of Persephone.

These are the parts of ourselves that blossom when we learn how to consciously become the mother we need by allowing the wild energy of love to enter our hearts and heal us while forgiving ourselves trauma that had nothing to do with us.

Something deep is longing to emerge.

Whatever scares us about it is the pathway to follow...the door where the light that was hibernating in the Winter hours is ready to return to us and restore us. In the light of the Full Moon, release what is complete. Release what is being held hostage by simply opening the door and being willing to allow the light of the full moon to shine her love in.

Forgive yourself for your Winters and Falls.
For without them, Spring would not be as rich and beautiful.