She was the Waters

In the beginning was the Goddess.

She was the Waters.

She was the Oceans, the Rivers, the Lakes and the Springs.

And the Waters gave birth to the Trees and the Beings of Flesh.

She was the Mother of Blood, Life and Decay.

She was the Womb and the Grave,

the Day and the Night,

the Sun and the Moon.

She was the Dragon, the the Cow, the Reindeer.

She was the Volcano, the Cauldron and the Cave.

She was the Goddess,

and the Goddess was in everything.


Grandma Crone Speaks · Initiation

Initiation: The Commitment

“We all admire what we know of <<enlightenment>>, but how many of us are truly ready to face the awesome realities of exterminating our desires?”

(Stephen Larsen)

“Lay down by the fire, niece.”, said Grandma Crone. ” Close your eyes and listen to my words.
The Path you are following is one of great sacrifices. The Mother-of-All is a demanding one. She will reveal you the mysteries of the cycles, but only if you open your inner eyes, hear with your animal ears and speak with your reptilian tongue. She will test you day and night, demanding your total commitment.

For the people you will meet you will either be a mystic or a witch. They will praise you when their lives are abundant and blame you when they are sick.”

The old woman put her palms over the girl’s eyes, ears and mouth and started to chant:

“Your eyes will see into their souls,

your ears will listen to their most intimate desires,

your tongue will speak the words of the Ancestors.

Your eyes will look for the path to follow,

your ears will listen to the songs of the trees,

your tongue will ask the questions to the spirits.”

She put her palms on the girl’s feet and chanted:

“Your feet will stand on either sides of the Threshold,

where the worlds meet.

You are the bridge.

You are the hunter.

You are the healer.”

Grandma Crone laid a knotty rod beside the girl and chanted:

“This rod will be your companion.

It will teach you the way Up and the way Down.

It will show you the Center and the Spiral.

It will be a Door and a Guide, a Friend and a Weapon, a Ladder and a Fruitful Tree

in the Lands of Dreams.”

The fire was dying out when the old woman said: “Open your eyes, dear niece. It’s time for you to wake up.”

Grandma Crone Speaks

Dancing with the Goddess

​”A new world is not only possible, She is on Her way.”

(Arundhati Roy)

“Welcome, dear niece.”, greeted Grandma Crone, puffing from a wooden pipe. “Sit down here by the fire and listen to my words.

Dancing with the Goddess is not enough if you do it only on certain occasions. Dancing with the Goddess doesn’t mean casting a circle during celebrations, singing, invoking, meditating and then going back to our daily lives in an arid and conventional world. 

Dancing with the Goddess means living every day free from dogmas, limitations, fears and shame. It means being ridiculed, banished, harassed, punished, threatened. It means following a path full of obstacles; walking among thorny woods; climbing a steep mountain using only our hands. It means dropping the mask we wear and showing the grin of the wild woman crawling under our skin. It means being no more slave of everyday routine, of controlling fathers and husbands, of the dreams of daddy’s princesses, of diets, of patriarchal respectability and honor, of fears, of shame, of stereotypes.

Dancing with the Goddess is a way of life, not a fashion to live by.

It means feeling Her burn every moment under your skin. It means listening to our hearts pounding as one to the rhythms of the Earth. It means creating our lives and not being shaped by those assuming to know it better than us. It means giving up indoctrination and massification imposed since childhood. It means freeing ourselves from the chains that have been imprisoning and bending us for thousands of years under the banner of a Misogynistic Father.

It means learning to leave that prison without bars of false machist rules and rewriting the Story written by the winners. And run back into the woods, howling and naked, under the loving eyes of the Moon.”

Grandma Crone Speaks

The Threshold

​”This is a time that is not a time

In a place that is not a place

On a day that is not a day,

Between the worlds, and beyond….

(Celtic ritual)

Once upon a time there was a young girl sitting on the shoreline at dusk. She had been sent there by her mother, in search of a vision.

“Your blood has been poured.”, she had told her. “You are ready for your vision quest. Go to the river, purify yourself in its water, light a fire and wait for the sunset. Ask Mother Earth and Aunt Moon for a guide.”

The young girl was now there, sitting by a crackling fire on the shoreline at dusk, waiting for a sign.

A soft crack from the woods behind her shoulders. The young girl turned, frightened, her eyes wide open in the dim light, her heart pounding loud in her ears.

A crooked figure appeared from the dark trees: an old wrinkled woman wearing a black cloak and walking slowly towards the river. Her eyes were flaming, her left hand clenched to a big knotty stick.

The young girl was paralyzed by fear but, as the crone approached, she began to feel an aura of peace and wisdom emanating from her.

“Welcome to the Threshold, dear niece.”, the old woman said, fixing her burning eyes into hers. “I have listened to your prayer in this place that is not a place, in a time that is not a time. Are you ready to enter the Place Between the Worlds?”.

“I am ready.”, the young girl answered in a soft voice. She felt numb and sleepy but in a comfortable way. She went back to the fire and sat down. The old crone sat in front of her, and observed her for a long time.

Finally, she spoke: “You have been chosen among hundreds as Custodian of the Words.”. “Every seventh night of each week you will come to this same place and listen to the words of Grandma Crone. You will be allowed to tell those stories to the world, but be aware! Those same words might cause you suffering and solitude, because many people won’t be ready to understand them. I ask you again: are you ready to cross the Threshold Between the Worlds?”.

“I am ready.”, the young girl answered, in a more resolute voice, her eyes glimmering in expectation.

“Good.”, Grandma Crone replied. “Listen to my words, dear niece. Once upon a time there was a young girl sitting on the shoreline at dusk. She had been sent there by her mother, in search of a vision. <<Your blood has been poured.>>, she had told her. <<You are ready for your vision quest. Go to the river, purify yourself in its water, light a fire and wait for the sunset. Ask Mother Earth and Aunt Moon for a guide.>>…