Devotions
the Kontomblé School of Oracular Wisdom presents:
Advanced Training for Emissaries of the Natural World
coming in 2025
To read or listen to an in-depth message from Aislinn + the Kontomblé on the nature of the Oracular Path, and the intention behind this offering, follow the button below:
Invocation
Our Internal Nectars,
are the Primordial Waters
emerging from within our Spines.
These nectars hold an essence
that unspool from the Sanctified Center
of Mother Earth’s
Womb.
It is a medicine that bridges worlds,
a nectar that softens the edges of modernity’s harsh forgettings.
It is the milk of the mother, which rains down from Nuit’s temple in the sky, and froths forth from the Ancestral Bellies of the Ancients who live in the mountains, the forests, the rivers and the trees…
With in this cauldron,
We cultivate our channel
Knowing it is not only a reflector + receptor,
but also a receptacle, opening up
to weave the golden threads of memory, through the spindle of the spine,
and anchor them into our wombs
in alignment with Mother Earths’
timeline.
A method of deliverance through which
The voices of our Ancient Mothers
And the ones who came before
Will Speak!
Create!
Play!
and…
Spark!
A New Chapter, a New Wave
of Dreaming and Visioning for
our Human family
(( whose heartbeat is Ancient))
And all of our kin and allies
who come forth in the form of
Flora, Fauna and Fae!
honorings + devotions
In sweet devotion, I pour milk and honey at the feet of our Otherworldy allies who will be holding us through this journey.
I honor the serpent and the rose, the starlight circle of Grandmothers, the Awakening inner-earth Dragons and their Ancestors of the Celestial Song and Tongue, the Violet Hearted Ones Old and New, Grandmother Amanita, our Sasquatch relatives and their Golden Heart frequency, our Divine Mother Sophia, the way of the Magdalene, the Butterfly of Grief and her Sacred Dreaming Wings, the Holy Queen Bee and her Priestesses, the grandmothers and grandfathers of the deep- the whales, the Oracles who came before us and witnessed the dis-memberment of our Mother, the ones who will come after us and experience her divine resurrection.
And as always, I offer my laughter, my voice and my tears to the Ancestors, to the Kontomblé who have been my beloved mentors and teachers, and deep bows and clinks of tea cups and ringing of bells to the little people of many nations who are their friends and relatives.
In remembrance, the prayer of my life is a song sung in devotion to the children, and the heart of the child with in us all!
“the Re-surgence of the Oracle/
is a special kind of surge-ry”
- the Kontomblé
