The Women with the Roses: Geomancy at Westminster Abbey
At one o’clock on a Saturday, a dark-haired woman in a red dress walked into Westminster Abbey in the city of London. She took no photographs and floated past the masses of tourists like a lone fairy, carrying a bag of five roses. When she reached the church aisle she knew what she had to do. She focused on the sparkling etheric rose in her heart space, an instruction she had received from the cosmic rose angel.
As she walked slowly and intentionally down the aisle, the rose ballooned, rising into the abbey ceiling and burying its soft velvet petals into the long grey walls. With each passing second the rose turned more feral: the petals transformed into tentacles and the entire plant morphed into a sprawling organism. The etheric rose became a rose octopus.
The dark-haired woman smiled as she watched the fleshy limbs of the rose octopus waving and slithering across the whole structure. The dragon powers of Gaia Sophia, cosmic Earth consciousness, were being activated. Here in this place where kings and queens have been crowned for a thousand years, a paradigm of power was shifting. The first part of the mission was fulfilled and it was time to find the mother tree.
After unleashing the rose octopus, the dark-haired woman in red knew it was time to get out, as though the clock was striking midnight for Cinderella. She wound through the long passages of the abbey like a leaf blown by clouds of elemental beings on her trail. The bag of five roses was still dangling from her hands. In the crypt she glimpsed the light of a doorway and slipped out through the back exit.
Standing in the garden square behind Westminster Abbey, she realised she was pulled out of the building by the vibrational field of the mother tree. There before her was the grand matriarch, a magnificent plane tree who was one of the guardians of the Westminster Abbey landscape and its inner worlds. The dark-haired woman was then joined by her friend Nicola and together they placed a rose at the centre of the courtyard where the mother tree and other tree beings resided.
The Mother Tree at Westminster Abbey
A plane tree stands in the back space of Westminster Abbey, in the private garden square, known as Dean’s Yard, which once belonged to the monastic complex. The mother tree is aware of all that happens on the grounds and she holds the matrix of the entire sacred landscape.
In ancient times, the area that houses the present-day Westminster Abbey and the Houses of Parliament was an island called the Isle of Thorney, encircled by tributaries of the river Tyburn which flowed into the river Thames.
Our fairy cousins the Sidhe have communicated that the Isle of Thorney is part of their temple sanctuary.
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I was the dark-haired woman and I had been sent to Westminster Abbey by members of the Avalon Sidhe, a fairy civilisation who inhabit the inner realms of the Glastonbury area. Nicola and I had planned to connect with the river Thames, but the Avalon Sidhe requested that I go first to Westminster Abbey. They said:
“There is unfinished business between us and the structures of power in the land, from the current state to the monarchies of the past centuries. We have a tremendous interest in your work today. We ask that you first visit the abbey. You will know what to do when you get there. Pay attention to the tree outside the abbey. Words cannot express our gratitude in this collaboration.”
I was aware that the ‘unfinished business’ was related to how the Sidhe have suffered, directly and indirectly, from the effects of human violence and domination. Although they have largely sealed off their world from ours, turbulence in the human realm has consequences for all of creation. Inevitably, the Sidhe supported humanity’s reconnection to Gaia Sophia and her web of life. Cooperation with humans was needed as we were embedded in denser levels of materiality which the Sidhe in their ethereal state cannot easily access.
The work in which the Sidhe expressed an interest was our geomantic initiatives- deep attunement and collaboration with the Earthly universe and all of her evolutions, particularly those who have been marginalised by human rationalistic thinking, such as the elemental beings. The rose had appeared to me some time ago as a cosmic presence upheld by the angelic network dedicated to unfolding the human heart as a multidimensional powerhouse. The rose is a formidable ally in the transformation of the love of power into the power of love.
As Nicola and I meditated with the rose at the centre of Dean’s Yard, I sensed the subtle field of the rose embracing the mother tree and the life of the area surrounding Westminster Abbey, rising up into the cosmic dimensions. When the Avalon Sidhe first asked me to go to the abbey, a bouquet of five roses had called out to me. At the time I did not know why these five roses had to be brought to the city of London. The roses made their destiny known when we were there: one was to be offered to the mother tree, two were for the waters of the river Thames next to the Houses of Parliament, and two were for the waters of the river Thames next to Westminster Bridge.
Nicola and Ying the women with the roses on Westminster Bridge
Nicola and I held the roses at our hearts and then we threw them over our shoulders, releasing the flowers into the water. My Maya bodywork teacher in Belize once had taught me that throwing flowers over the shoulder into the water was a ritual for healing the broken heart. It felt deeply fitting as we were healing broken hearts: the unfinished business of the Sidhe and the fractured relationships between humanity and our more-than-human brothers and sisters.
When the roses touched the water, a colossal force swept through the landscape like etheric tidal waves. We awakened the water dragons! I sensed Gaia’s waters from deep Earth entering Westminster Abbey and Nicola felt the Houses of Parliament were crumbling. The physical structures remained, yet something profound was undoubtedly shifting on the inner levels.
Dragons generate change from the deep belly dimensions of Earth linked to the primeval powers of Gaia Sophia. Dragons have been demonised by patriarchal cultures that sought to drive a wedge between humanity and the divine Earthly forces who sustain the cosmic cycles of transformation.
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At four o’clock in the afternoon, a light-haired woman in white and a dark-haired woman in red stood amid the crowds on Westminster Bridge watching two roses disappear into the water, swept away by the strong current of the river Thames. They followed the roses with their imagination, trusting their pathway and asking for the power of love to be awakened in the hearts of all. They were just two people on a bridge, and yet around them in the undercurrents of London and its invisible worlds, the water dragons were moving.
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