Our Mother's Lineage
The Magic of Hearth and Home
My mother's lineage, from now to distant past, speaks to me of hearth and home. Tells me to honour the plants and trees and land. Care for the children, the animals, the elderly and the frail. Love the menfolk and stay by their sides, for they need our love and remembrance more than words can say.
Traditional homemaking has been denigrated, marginalised, and disrespected. Women have long been under attack. The home is attacked because this is how we women, traditionally, cast spells. Home is an expression of our magic and consciousness.
This is why being a deep traditionalist is so radical in our Spirit-denying era. Sexual Liberation and Feminism were lies to steal our energy and keep us in chains.
Homemaking is spell-casting
Our mothers used textile work - weaving, sewing, knotwork, tapestry, embroidery, tufting, beadwork, knitting, crocheting - to work magic spells. Much of traditional, handcrafted design work - is about working magic spells.
Generations of our mothers washed dishes, thinking, contemplating, meditating. We can tap into this energy stream and receive guidance whilst doing the same. Washing up is High Magic. We can communicate with the water. Cleanse our energy with every dish. Washing up is a portal to all the times we washed up, past, future, present, through all Timelines. Washing up is good karma, a sacrament and an honour.
If we want to do powerful High Magic, bake a pie and put love into it for everyone who will eat it. Make sure the dogs get a taste, and the cats are offered a lick.
But there is probably no higher spell-casting than ironing. We take fire and water to iron out the creases in our loved one's energy fields. This is so beautiful it makes me want to weep. We must never lose this knowledge.
Yes, I'm a radical. I iron my family's clothes. Yes, I'm a subversive. I believe in family. My heart is in my home. Traditional homemaking is spell-casting for the whole family. Without it, we are lost. We need grandma's house.
This is what matters. This is worth dying for if that's what needs to be.
Sisters, it's time to return to hearth and home, to our sacred place at the heart of family. To our holy feminine roles. Sovereign beings, standing beside our brothers, equal yet not the same.
We walk in the Footsteps of the Ancient Mother. She who was one with all life. Life was all she knew. She is who we are. We are the portals of life. We tend to the vulnerable. Standing beside our men and lending them our strength and our wisdom.
Gentleness is our power. Love is our Way.
