Introducing the Primal Mothers and Queens in the North

How a walk in the woods changed my life, and forced me to claim what I'm here to share.

This is the first post I'll be sharing, with at least one more coming in the next week or two (don't worry, I'll slow down to one a month after that!) as I look to introduce you all to the Primal Mothers and their lineage holders, the Queens in the North, as well as to the insights they have to share with us for today's world.

Having worked directly with these women for over three years and had them whispering to me long before, I know firsthand the impact that a reclamation of our primal power, energy architecture, and lineage magic can have on us and our lives.

And, more than that, I know just how ready they are for many of us to undergo our own similar reclamation.

But before we get to that, allow me to set the scene for you as I take you back to the day I first met those magnificent matriarchs.

The trees that lined my Primal Path

I should've known it would be an important walk.

I should have known when I rounded a corner and found myself faced with a bush I'd never seen before that looked suspiciously like an elemental being (but wasn't there when I walked back past again later on).

I should have known an hour later when I found a very similar-looking being peering at me from beneath a fallen tree deeper into the woods.

And I should have known on the way back, when the path I was meant to take was unexpectedly blocked by a long-fallen tree, forcing me to find my own way through the woods.

But as is so often the way with those profound moments and initiations, I didn't know when I set out that morning, leaving my family tucked up in our little cabin, just how important it would be.

That didn't become clear until I was rambling through a clearing in the woods and found myself drawn to sit on a tree stump that looked suspiciously like a chair. And there, with moss around my feet and fingers and the damp but welcoming wood supporting me, I felt everything change.

I felt the trees draw close. Yes, the trees. Not the Spirits of people as I was used to but those of the trees themselves, who seemed to gather around me, inspecting and considering, before they began to speak.

And so I did what any modern-day oracle would do alone in the woods: I took out my phone and began to record.

As the trees shared their wisdom with me, they took me deeper. Deeper into the Earth beneath my feet, where I found a group of women in crowns waiting for me, and deeper still, far beneath the roots of the tree I usually journeyed to in the centre of the Earth, into a chamber of thickest, darkest black.

"It's time for you to truly meet the Primal Mothers," the trees told me. "And their daughters, the Queens in the North. But first, you must venture back."

To say I was hesitant would be an understatement. Do you have any idea how long the words "primal mothers" had been quietly echoing around my energy field before those women finally started working with me?!

Waiting for the trees to topple

Yet the trees were insistent. "It's time to go back. But do not fear, the wisdom you seek is under the soil itself. When the tree roots come to the surface, the wisdom will follow. Return now. We will talk again."

I headed back and journalled upon everything that they had told me - EVERYTHING! But still, I was chomping at the bit to hear more, with no idea how long I'd have to wait. After all, what on Earth did "when the tree roots come to the surface" even mean?!

Until less than three weeks later, when I sat curled up at home with my dog Kali so poorly, I was sure she wouldn't make it through the night, as winds raged outside so wild and ferocious that it felt as though the whole world was about to be blown over.

Thinking back now there are many things I remember from that night, but most vivid of all is the sensation that Kali and I were not alone. That powerful women stood alongside us and our entire life was tilting to welcome them in.

The next morning, Kali was a little better (somehow she stayed with me for another eleven months, an answered prayer for which I will always be grateful), but when we walked outside, we learned nothing felt quite the same.

Storm Arwen had hit our region - stronger than any we'd had in decades, and although the damage in our little town was nowhere near as bad as it was elsewhere, the entire area felt fractious - as though everything was more than a little shaken.

Worst of all was the effect on the trees. Everywhere I looked, trees had toppled, many of them coming all the way out of the ground and leaving their very roots exposed upon the surface. And one of the worst affected areas of all? The same forest in which I had been given the instruction.

So, as promised, I took out my journal and met the women who would shape the next chapter of my life and work.

Meeting the Primal Mothers

It was the Primal Mothers that made themselves known first. And perhaps that shouldn't have been a surprise, not when the word "primal" had been whispered to me in various forms for years beforehand.

They were waiting for me beneath the tree at the centre of the Earth, where I had ventured every time I'd meditated or opened up space for a reading or client session for who knows how long before.

Deep beneath the roots of that tree, I found myself following a sloping corridor. A corridor I seemed to walk through for horse, moving further and further down until the space opened up to reveal a vast chamber so dark I could barely see anything within it.

On that first visit, I could make out nothing but a group of women, each seated upon large, high-backed objects. It was too dark that day even to count them, yet I felt every last one of those women - their power pulsing in the air in a way that seemed to make my very bones buzz with the kind of power I'd always feared could only be found in storybooks.

I remember only one of the Mothers stepped forward to meet me then, placing her hand upon my heart and igniting something in the right side of my chest that I wouldn't understand until a year or two later.

As she did, I heard a single sentence reverberate around my brain: "We are the wombs that birthed humanity."