A life that ends and begins in the water
The Goddess Diaries, May 20, 2026
The water has been calling to me lately and that’s something new as I have a fear of the water while I also love being near it. Years ago when I visited Hawaii, I did a meditation on water and as I became water, I was suddenly terrified because there was no form, no container to hold me in and I felt very much out of control. That was very early on in my spiritual journey of remembering and at the time, I hadn’t had many experiences like that during meditation so it caught me by surprise. I loved the waters of Hawaii, but there was also a lingering fear that was deep.
Lately, though, I’ve noticed my body has been wanting to feel the coolness of the water on my skin and submerge into it. It’s as if there’s a healing wishing to take place. My stories with water have been simple in this lifetime but there was a previous lifetime that I didn’t remember until I read the story and the memory of drowning shook my body. That life in Scotland ended in the water.
But water also holds our beginnings. It’s where we’re formed in the womb….inside the darkness and safety of the waters of life. We breathe it in, we grow, we emerge when the water “breaks”. It’s one of the elements our bodies need for survival and one that is given to souls of the deceased by Egyptian Goddesses inside sacred trees known as the “Lady of the Water”, and “Lady of the Sycamore”.
One day recently I sat on a tree stump to process my connection with water and after a few centering breaths, I felt as if I were inside the womb, surrounded by the warm waters of birth. I moved freely in this dark, safe space…..and breathed it in. I felt the warm comforting water flow into my nose and mouth and swirl inside my chest and I noticed something powerful. I breathed in the water but felt no fear. I could hear the rush of the water flowing into me then I heard a heartbeat, then two as I separated the sounds of the heartbeats into mine and my mother’s. I also began to hear her breathing, like a low rhythmic hum that felt hypnotic and soothing. I was filled with calmness and Time stood still.
In the salt pools in Siwa
As I continued to feel into my journey with water, visions of my time at the Oracle Temples and waters in Siwa began to form as if from a mist. With every ending there’s a beginning and this is where my story and remembering as an Oracle began…again. The truth of that is so deep inside me that the remembering of it makes me tremble inside, just like the remembering of drowning.
My time in Siwa was an ending AND a beginning. For now, my time in Egypt is complete and it’s so bittersweet because I miss it…that feeling of returning home…but the magic and the power of Egypt are inside of me. They always have been, carried through lifetimes and endless sand and wind, storms and rain, tears and laughter. I was an Oracle who settled into the lands and sands of Siwa where the temples held wisdom and destiny and the water was healing. I stood inside the Oracle Temple which sits high on the hill, ascending to sanctuaries whose roofs are open to the sky, whose crumbling walls still hold the power of sacred words of destiny spoken aloud and the wind carries them endlessly through and around each room. As I stood there, I could feel them entering my body as I breathed them in. They become part of me and I began to remember.
Nearby are the sacred salt pools of thick, blue, cool water, filled with the purifying power of salt. Once again I entered them, the waters suspending my body between heaven and earth. The water offered to hold me and as I allowed it to hold me, support me and offer me its healing, I was able to receive it….but it didn’t come right away. It came over the course of a year, and that’s the pure beauty of it.
The remembering takes time, though, to process and understand. Once I returned home, all I could do was to honor this sacred time of remembering and processing and now it feels as though as I allowed the sacred purifying waters of Siwa to hold me in that space between heaven and earth, where mists float and Truth reveals itself. It feels as though I’ve returned to the temple and now its Truth lives and breathes inside me, reminding me that I’m an Oracle. I remembered and I’m home.
Oracles aren’t especially special, yet they are….so very special. We’re here to remember and also to help others remember. Oracles aren’t alone, but not every Oracle remembers. There’s an incredible joy in remembering together and we all hold our sacred stories of remembering inside of us.
You don’t need to go to far away temples where Oracles shared destinies, or to natural pools of water filled with so much salt that your body is suspended between heaven and earth. You can simply allow the light of the sun, the rush of the wind, and the sound of your own heartbeat return you home.
My story with water is just beginning and there is more to come….stay tuned
There’s a journey to remembering….come join the circle.
Walk into the Oracle Temple at Siwa
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