Nuit
Lady of the Stars
By Modron Whiteraven
Lady of the Stars
By Modron Whiteraven
Come with me to a long ago time.I will part the mists just a little bit and we can see.Can you hear the crashing of the waves ?Smell the salty air and feel a mist filled breeze whipping across your skin? Come with me to the last days of a sisterhood,at least,for a time and a time again.There is a group of women all dressed in blue.I see the sun is being blocked out by the moon and the there is lightening,thunder,winds blowing,spectral auroras on the sky face.The ladies behind a lone woman perched on the edge of a sea cliff with a jar in her hands.She pours takes ashes from the jar,holding it high and letting the wind take them far away.As they are blown by the wind,falling into the sea like shining stars.......I am born again and again from dark water,indigo floe. On winds of time,wings of woad...stars dancing in my hair.And the waves crash,the winds blow,and the priestesses sing a woeful moan...............
I set out 5 years ago,earnestly looking for the face of the
Divine Feminine.I cannot possible explain everything that has
happened,I haven't digested it all myself.I was extremely euphoric at
the time and moving by a force I knew,but could not name.One thing
about myself,sometimes,I can see energy fields.In fact,this is my
ability,to open portals.I found one in my yard.It was those days of no
sleeping,no eating,being anxious,being led.Actually,She was dealing
with me and would soon bring me back into her folds.
There was an energy field below me on this land,that I made a
wishing well upon.When I closed my eyes at night,I could see the white
light.It would fade to black,but,there were stars and sacred
geometrical designs.I began to study something called sacred
geometry.From the visions.The day after I had done ritual,I was on a
website and it just vanished and I was lifted into Avalon,so to speak.I
had come to a site,that was to change my life over the next 5
years.From here,I moved into a succession of groups.I met who would
be,who had been,sisters in many lifetimes.We do something called
lightwork.And so,I was transformed again,into a shield maiden of
Avalon.During this time,there came again,a blue woman into my
dreams.She has been the Goddess outline that has led me into this
working,through dreams and occasional 3d workings.
I had thought of her as a spirit waiting to be born anew,as we
began to translate the Unknown Goddess,the child to be born again into
this realm.Now,I am researching a project for my Level 2
lessons.Amazingly,after all this time,sighs,she was all the time,every
indication,the very Ancient Goddess,Nuit.The phoenix is rising.
Nuit,Nu.Nut,Nwt.Neuth...is an ancient Egyptian Goddess.Depicted as
a naked blue woman with stars in her body.She is mated to Geb,God of
the Earth.The milky way is her breasts and the moon her genitalia.She
forever holds up the night sky on her fingertips and tippy
toes.Apparently no temple complexes,I have found,relate to her.I do
know from reading several articles,that her sacred tree is a
sycamore.Her day is on a Thursday.Some say she swallows the sun every
day and gives birth to him again every morning.She is supposed to be
the only thing in between this denser world and chaos.Her priestesses
were known for their erotic dance.Her candle lit,is dark blue,you may
use nutmeg and henbane for some of her herbs.Lapis is a beautiful stone
for her.
Ritual
to Nuit.....
The night is very clear and black,with sparkling
stars like
diamonds draped on velvety mind.The moon is full to night,but that is
ok,too,for illuminates the moonstone path to the sacred grove of
sycamores.It is near to,not too far,from the ocean.the moon hasn't
quite risen,but will in short.There is a hill.The winding path of
moonstone slabs,lead to the top of the hill where live the sycamore
woods.there is one old giant of a tree that is shaped like a woman if
ya look just right.Here head hanging and her mouth open drinking the
water that seems to pour from the falls from a rock like a jar.Can you
not see it,there and look,the moon is being born,like the sun rising
from in between her branch like legs spread to the engulfing
darkness.They are passing out a drink of sweetened honey spiced with
nutmeg.As we all begin to enter into the grove of Nuit.All the night
sky is her temple,for neither time nor space can contain her
fullness.The drums begin to start a low steady heartbeat and spiced
nutmeg and fermented honey is passed around........The moon passes into
a gathering cloud mass and it darkens,but,air is clear and fresh,the
stars shine brightly,and the winds begin to gain momentum,The dance of
the priestesses starts out slow and erotic.As the drum mounts in
intensity so do the movements of the women.The clouds surrounding the
moon begin to spin,like a whirlpool of clouds.A beautiful face appears
through that portal,raven black hair and ice blue eyes.The skin on the
face is blue and shines with the flickery of a thousand stars.A body
joins the face,blue as woad,shining like molten indigo.It is like a
spiral starcase coming down,sleek as a frozen blue ice woman,stepping
down from sky in the approaching storm.Rain begins to fall from the sky
and a voice like thunder calls to her mate..A green man rises from the
hill top and they embrace.Nuit has come down from heaven in a
storm to greet her husband,the Earth God,Geb.And they make love while
the priestesses dance,veil flying in the wind,rain soaked body,and the
tinkle of bells in the wind.The ritual has lasted through the
night.Ridden on the storm to the crescendo of ecstasy.There is a pale
light rising with the blue mists.as the sun is born anew from what
again,looks like a woman giving birth to the day.If you look,just
so,between those 2 hills,you can see it rise from between the legs?The
sun fully born is beginning its life renewed.Look there,the face
barely visible in the rising blue mists,I see her smiling and she
vanishes into the sky.There is nothing left of the green man but
the huge green mound,and nothing left of the phantom
priestesses,but,veils and tinkling bells on the branches of the
sycamore trees,blowing gently in the good morning breath of the
Goddess,seems to sigh,taking that final breath and dies.And the earth
is still,the birds drink the dew,and water continues to flow.
My ritual to Nuit.
What is needed. Several dark blue candles. Maybe a small bowl of milk. Eggnog would be lovely. Sycamore cuttings.I want an egg painted blue to bury as an offering. Some Egyptian belly dancing music,my little finger cymbals. Maybe,a sheer fabric to be used in dance,like a shawl. Ankle bells. ....This should be fun. Now my altar room has the night sky,stars and clouds on the ceiling and walls. Or,I could go outside to the pond which reflects the night sky.An idea of putting together the elements of this ritual. Maybe a piece of lapis to lay onto the altar or lapis necklace to wear.
I would light the candles and Egyptian type incense. I would ither choose nutmeg,or blue lotus,something along that line. I would sit and meditate after I had cast the circle,using the incense to draw it,listening to the music.I would have some little cutting I had rooted prior in preparation.Maybe blue vase.I want to really keep the blue colors going on all levels. I would probably get up and dance within the circle. So there is need for privacy from prying eyes. ........
Before hand,I would have dug,the holes for the cuttings of the sycamore rootings.It would have been my intention to place them in a circular fashion.A small grove for the Lady Blue.So,next I would plant the rooting around the circle. The egg,I would have buried under one of the trees. Personally I will be in an altered state of mind. It will be like moving in a dream,in heart talk with the Lady......
Prayer to the Lady of the Stars
Dear Lady, thank you for the time to spend in meditation with you on this night. I offer to you these few things from the heart.From the old sycamore tree I found dying in the woods,I have taken this green cuttings,rooted them and set them in this circle for your new grove. So from the dying may the living rise and multiply.I offer this sacred smoke to sweeten your breath,To open my spirit eyes that I may walk with you on the many paths at once.Music for your ears,my cymbals for the sacred beat,the bells on my feet to tickle thy toes and fingertips. I pour out that of your spices and milk to feed the earth and its children. As the sacred egg buried in the womb is reabsorbed into hte earth,so may it feed the baby sycamore trees.Let me always flow on rivers of milk,reach out my fingers and toes to the heavens to join the earth. With all my love,My Lady of the stars.Once I came looking for you and called you the Great Unknown.You were always with me and you were named Nuit of Old. Sacred Divine Feminine,who holds back chaos,yet,holds me gently in her arms forever. .....Namaste.I would bow,my way,some yoga and tai chi coming out as I am writing this. I would use a snuffer to extinguish the candles. And to clean up the sacred area and put everything in its proper place.Then I would retire and sleep,perchance to dream.
My ritual to Nuit.
What is needed. Several dark blue candles. Maybe a small bowl of milk. Eggnog would be lovely. Sycamore cuttings.I want an egg painted blue to bury as an offering. Some Egyptian belly dancing music,my little finger cymbals. Maybe,a sheer fabric to be used in dance,like a shawl. Ankle bells. ....This should be fun. Now my altar room has the night sky,stars and clouds on the ceiling and walls. Or,I could go outside to the pond which reflects the night sky.An idea of putting together the elements of this ritual. Maybe a piece of lapis to lay onto the altar or lapis necklace to wear.
I would light the candles and Egyptian type incense. I would ither choose nutmeg,or blue lotus,something along that line. I would sit and meditate after I had cast the circle,using the incense to draw it,listening to the music.I would have some little cutting I had rooted prior in preparation.Maybe blue vase.I want to really keep the blue colors going on all levels. I would probably get up and dance within the circle. So there is need for privacy from prying eyes. ........
Before hand,I would have dug,the holes for the cuttings of the sycamore rootings.It would have been my intention to place them in a circular fashion.A small grove for the Lady Blue.So,next I would plant the rooting around the circle. The egg,I would have buried under one of the trees. Personally I will be in an altered state of mind. It will be like moving in a dream,in heart talk with the Lady......
Prayer to the Lady of the Stars
Dear Lady, thank you for the time to spend in meditation with you on this night. I offer to you these few things from the heart.From the old sycamore tree I found dying in the woods,I have taken this green cuttings,rooted them and set them in this circle for your new grove. So from the dying may the living rise and multiply.I offer this sacred smoke to sweeten your breath,To open my spirit eyes that I may walk with you on the many paths at once.Music for your ears,my cymbals for the sacred beat,the bells on my feet to tickle thy toes and fingertips. I pour out that of your spices and milk to feed the earth and its children. As the sacred egg buried in the womb is reabsorbed into hte earth,so may it feed the baby sycamore trees.Let me always flow on rivers of milk,reach out my fingers and toes to the heavens to join the earth. With all my love,My Lady of the stars.Once I came looking for you and called you the Great Unknown.You were always with me and you were named Nuit of Old. Sacred Divine Feminine,who holds back chaos,yet,holds me gently in her arms forever. .....Namaste.I would bow,my way,some yoga and tai chi coming out as I am writing this. I would use a snuffer to extinguish the candles. And to clean up the sacred area and put everything in its proper place.Then I would retire and sleep,perchance to dream.