The Sacred Gathering

Hi beautiful friends and family.

This is a story I wrote last summer in the treehouse, and I worked on it more throughout this year.

This story is meaningful to me - and was created essentially to help me dream up a future where there was balance, equality and peace between men and women, the divine masculine and the sacred feminine.

The Sacred Gathering

by Tracey Lea McCann-Davies

And so, they gathered - in large and growing numbers. They gathered from far and wide, the young men and the elders. Those that were ill on any level found strength to gather; those that were healthful and balanced began the journey. 

All corners of the world were represented. They gathered from all the impactful timelines that have been felt on earth. 

They walked to the gathering place slowly, methodically and with purpose and intention in their steps. They walked for days, unbothered by the distance, the lack of supports and comforts. They carried forward with their singular focus of joining the ceremony. 

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They felt the deep call to add in their unique contribution. Many had heard the calling for some time now. They had heard and ignored, they heard, and they had listened. And now they heard and were taking action. They were heeding the call to join the ceremony, or else possibly miss their needed contribution, forever. 

Even though they might not have wanted to make this journey or join the ceremony, a sense of obligation and duty arose within them that could not be ignored. They didn’t want to ignore this calling, because they knew in their bones, that this ceremony had been needed for centuries, as balm for the souls of current and past women all over the planet, and those coming to the planet in the future. 

Some men that were way-showers heading to the ceremony. These men were inspiring and balanced and had enough of a felt presence to rouse others, to support others, and to show other men, literally the way to the ceremony, and how to show up for the women of the world. 

And just as the men had started to heed the call, the women were also receiving their own inner message and deep calling. 

The calling they felt however, was a beautiful beckoning that felt like one they could trust. Unlike other callings and times in history, this calling for women did not feel shrouded in pain and disrespect. With unbridled relief, the women realized that this was a calling to them that included a blessed offer, a sacred offer, and it came with the most nourishing and supportive felt energy. 

The message was felt for most women within their heart, solar plexus and stomach area. For others the message was felt in their throat, their belly, their head and arms and legs. 

For the women receiving the calling, it was like every dream of comfort and safety they’d ever dreamed to feel. It brought up images and feelings similar to being drawn a warm cozy bath to relax and linger in, an offer to sit by a fire, and feel fully safe, relaxed - a feeling of being held in a loving warm embrace, and the coziness felt while rain falls softly on a roof. 

The call for the women was so supportive and nourishing that it felt like a thick, warm soft robe being offered for warmth and support; like the joy felt when there is a lovely meal offered to soothe and enjoy. 

The supports arrived - they were offered a lovely spread of fruits and pastries, coffee, tea and wine, delicious roasts and pastas, chocolates and breads with sumptuous spreads and dips. And women were being invited, in their own time, to feel safe and relaxed and to enjoy these simple pleasures. 

They were invited to enjoy this all in safety, without needing to do anything in return. All the women needed was to just be and show up.  At this gathering, she was able to fully be herself, without any masks or responsibilities or expectations. There was no need to fulfill or carry or support or push aside her needs to meet another’s. She could just exist and languish and enjoy in safety and comfort. 

The sacred Grandmother had issued the calling to all women. It was the sound and feeling of a gentle slow beat of a drum, the sound carrying across every corner of earth. The overarching universe had also heard the calling and rejoiced in the inevitable healing of the male and female energies that was intended to happen. The sacred Grandmother spirit knew what needed to be done to make this sacred ceremony, one that brought healing to both her brothers and her sisters. The balance and healing needed to be reached desperately, and she felt it was now going to happen - all in the name of love, alchemy and transmutation. Some of mother earth’s most painful atrocities was set to be addressed, reviewed, made amends with, alchemized and transmuted. And there wasn’t a moment to spare for this healing to be experienced.

And after days and days of travel, all the men and women that had heeded the call, were in formation in a massive sacred circle. Men formed the outside perimeter of the sacred circle. The men stood tall, proud and unwavering in their masculine strength. Some held torches with sacred fire. Some looped their hands in front of them, patiently waiting for their mission. Some wore their traditional heritage’s ceremonial dressing, others wore suits and ties, some a simple shirt and shorts. Every race and nationality and male expression was represented. All the men stood barefoot. They all had received and accepted the holy call from the sacred grandmother.

They showed up in dedication to the alchemy and transmutation of the pain that had been afflicted upon women throughout the ages. The women made up the inside of the circle. They sat on mats in comfort and rest; cozy blankets stretched the entire inside of the circle. Some laid on pillows, some stretched in relaxed repose, others sat cross-legged, in awe of the sacred sight before their eyes. Those that were hungry enjoyed the lovely spreads of food all around. Others rested on cozy pillows or relaxed in pools of warm, soothing water. Others held hands with their friends and their sisters, their moms and grandmothers. Girls and their aunts sat together, friends and confidantes. 

And as the energy of the gathering began to be felt, the tears of the women began to flow. It felt like the early stages of the healing; the time when warm tears spill out the sides of the eyes, without realization, as the dam slowly begins to be lifted. Some still didn’t know exactly the purpose of the ceremony, but they felt hope inside as they scanned the massive encircling of men all showing up with gentle expressions and visibly open hearts. 

Then the sacred Grandmother rose. And slowly, with sacred purpose, she banged her large wooden stick in the middle of the sacred circle. A beautiful kaleidoscope of colours and light emanated from the centre of the circle and spread right to the edges, to the feet of the standing men. Grandmother smiled deeply. Wisely. Gratefully. She smiled a deep smile as she looked around at all those that had heeded her call. It was her most beautiful creation, this ceremony, and she thanked all the forces around her for the support in making it happen. And so the ceremony began. 

 “My people”, she began. “My brothers and sisters. Thank you.” She spoke, and simultaneously her words were understood in all languages. She was able to gently touch the hearts of the men in the circle with her melodic tone and message. Her tone and words disarmed; they guided and let the men that had heeded the call, open to understand the deep and meaningful impact of their presence in the sacred circle. 

“To the beautiful men”, she began again. “You have chosen to make peace and amends today, to share love, to offer apology, and I thank you so deeply. You have chosen to attempt to heal the deep and senseless atrocities that have occurred to the women of this planet. Your wives, your sisters, your daughters, your aunts, your friends and your companion -- I honour your bravery.” 

And a hush fell upon the crowd as an image suddenly appeared in the sky above the sacred circle. There was a moment of mourning that was tangibly felt by the men, as the time of facing the truth suddenly began, when they looked skywards. 

Images of the pillaging and senseless pain afflicted and taken from a women’s body and heart; the disrespect and the suffering. And the most painful, the taking of the lives of countless women in history. These painful images appeared with increasing speed only to the men present in the circle. There were gasps of disbelief, and pain etched on the faces of the men. They knew intuitively that part of the calling to the ceremony was facing these unimaginable truths. 

The men know that witnessing the pain was part of the alchemy; the facing of, and then the transmuting of the pain, to ensure the wound was properly felt to allow it to be healed and neutralized by the healing forces of the planet. These images of the pain were not visible to the women inside the circle. They continued to sit in present silence, on the comfort of the mats, enjoying comforts around them, and in the presence of their fellow soul sisters. The images in the sky stayed visible only long enough for the men to begin the alchemical process of healing - this unimaginable amount of pain that had been afflicted on women.

Then the images shifted from a frenzied pace in the sky into neutral again, then replaced with a soft palette of pastel oranges and pinks, greens and yellow and purple began to appear in the sky. 

The sounds of ocean began to be heard, the sound of gentle waves lapping on the shore, the tinkling sound of pure laughter from a young girl and the joyful tones of a woman saying, "I love you."

The men were in a healing trance created by the soundscape from the Sacred Grandmother. They stood immobilized and ever alert. Alert to their next direction in this sacred ceremony. 

And so, the direction and next action began. The sky opened, and the Grandfather appeared. His feet touched the ground slowly, and his feet took up half the size of the circle. His head barely appeared; he was so tall his head and shoulders seemed to rest in the clouds. But he eventually brought himself down to the level and size of the circle. He sat outside of the circle on large a mound of dirt so that he could be seen by all men in the circle. He sat in such relaxation and presence, looking out at the circle. He was powerful, and yet so meek in his approach. 

Then he started; a slow, methodical beat on a massive drum. Thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump. The reverberations were incredible. They were so comforting and melodic, and mimicked the feeling that these men had all felt in the womb of their mothers. It brought back in an instant, the feelings of safety and wholeness that they felt when they entered this world. That feeling of ultimate safety and love from their mom, appeared in a flash. Suddenly they were transported back to the warm, nourishing liquid of their amniotic home with their original Mom - feeling safe, warm and relaxed. It was a beautiful feeling of support for the men, after having witnessed the pain from they images they had witnessed in the sky. They realized in conscious and subconscious ways that this ceremony was alchemizing the pain of men and women. 

So, then they all sat down in the circle. The drumbeat was still directing the men, and eventually all took the lead of others and sat down. They crossed legs and as they felt directed by sacred Grandmother, who was standing beside the Grandfather the mound, they all took in a large cleansing breath. The breath was a great, transforming inhale as demonstrated by the grandmother. It was an all-encompassing filling of the lungs, lips pursed in pursuit of the fullest breath possible.

And then, after the slightest pause, and the women now all looking at the sacred sight before them, the men began their deep and sacred exhale. Whoooshhhh. Whooshhh. Awwww. And as they followed the lead of Grandfather, the men placed their hands out in front of them in healing way; palms out and facing the women in the centre of the circle. As they exhaled their healing breath, they simultaneously gave of their individual unique energy to the women in the circle. It was an immediate effect felt by the women in the centre of the circle, and they gasped in awe at the feeling they felt coming from the men in the perimeter of the circle. 

It was an indescribable feeling; the collective energy being sent out and offered from the thousands of men in the circle. It was the most protective and supportive energy they’d ever, ever experienced. It was all encompassing, and it was so, very healing. It was the beginning of the transmutation, of the healing. It was happening in real time. 

There was a great rising up and a great healing that was beckoning the women. The women rose to their feet. Cautiously, slowly with a look of bewilderment. And then some of nature joined the circle to offer support to the women and men. Eagles and hawks, blue herons, cardinals and jays circled in large numbers above the group. The deer and the dogs squeezed in amongst the men, graceful and graciously bowing their head to the women. And then slowly, surely, with precision and purpose - the alchemy began. The healing began, and the equalizing and sacred union of the divine masculine and the sacred feminine was felt. Balance could be restored.