What Have They Done with Mother?

On doing my usual morning routine of checking out the latest news on-line I found this article: http://www.catholicherald.co.uk/news/2012/05/23/bishop-urges-priests-to-drop-the-hail-mary-from-masses/

Mary grotto from the 1950’s. Fourmilewater, Co. Waterford.By Ms. Jen.

Having been brought up as a Catholic and educated by Nuns I was immersed in the religion and one of the most important facets of our worship was Mary, Mother of Jesus. She is everywhere in Ireland. Every town and village has a grotto for her. She is Mother of Ireland. In later years, when I began to develop as an Earth Healer, healing the fracture in the collective unconscious around the Divine Feminine, I began to understand more about how the Mother was both revered and diminished in the Catholic religion.

Loughrea, Co. Galway. (Oninstagram)

In 2002 I attended a workshop which was the final part of a process which had taken me to Egypt the previous year and which changed my life completely. During this workshop, in Glastonbury, I met a woman from Australia (land of my birth) and we attended a Catholic healing mass. Everyone else did the Goddess-thing, it was the Summer Solstice, but we wanted to experience a Catholic healing mass.

While I watched the Eucharist being blessed during the mass I was struck by how Ancient Egyptian it all looked and felt. The priest looked like an Egyptian priest, dressed in his robes and the offering of bread and wine, traditional offerings to the Gods in Roman times but beer was used before they arrived.  In rituals to the God Amun in Karnak,  bread, cake and beer were offered in a ritual to the God every morning. The god lived in a shrine before which the ritual was carried out.


This is like the tabernacle in the alter where the wine and communion wafer were traditionally kept during the Catholic mass of my youth! I remember the priest standing in front of the altar, facing it with his back to us. At a certain point in the ritual he would open up the golden tabernacle doors, pull back the little red curtains/veil and take out the gold chalice containing the wine and the little gold platter on which lay the priests communion wafer. The communion chalice lay directly beneath it. (The definition of ‘Tabernacle’ is an enclosed space where God’s presence lives!!! An idea first brought out of Egypt by Moses!) 

The Tabernacle in the Altar. God’s dwelling place!

He would carry out this part of the ritual with his back still to us. He blessed the wine and communion, raising the chalice to the altar/God and ate his larger wafer in silence and drank his own portion of the wine. Then he would turn to us, the faithful and we had to file up to the altar where we were then given the Body of Christ in the form of a communion wafer.

‘Old mass’ now trying to be ‘resurrected’.

There is very little difference in this ritual to the Ancient rituals in Karnak, Luxor!!!  Only in modern times has it changed where it has become more simple and last supper-ish where the public are now more included in the ritual and there is no more altar!

Modern mass.

But what struck me the most from watching this healing mass ritual was the energy! As a healer I can ‘see’ energy and feel it. As the ritual progressed I could ‘see’ the energy charging the wine, like a vortex descending into the fluid. I hadn’t been to a mass in years so this all came a surprise to me. BUT there was NO energy going into the communion wafer! I couldn’t figure out why not! AND the only person to drink this charged wine was the priest himself!!!

Years later. attending a memorial mass in Ireland for my ex-partner who had died in the US, again I witnessed the same thing happening. A vortex of energy entering the wine but not the bread. We got the the bread/communion and the priest drank the wine.  What was also interesting was the size of the vortex itself. Like all channels for energy each person is able to channel the amount of energy directly related to his development. The bigger the channel developed through devotion and service the larger amount of energy that can be channelled into the physical world. This priest obviously had an ability to channel larger amounts of energy as the vortex of energy, which looks like a small white tornado, that he channelled was quite large.

My third experience in Ireland, during a funeral mass for my aunt Terry, who was a very religious and loving woman, confirmed this again. The wine was charged with energy but ‘zip’ went into the bread! We, the public, were not given the wine, although this time both the priest and his helpers received it. His helpers were the ones who now served the communion wafers to the public, where before it was the priest who carried out this part of the ritual. As in the energy healing world, in order to pass on an energy transmission you have to be ‘charged’ yourself, so they were drinking the charged wine!

Passing out the communion wafers, US-style.

The public received none of the benefits of this spiritual energy…at all! It was only during a later trip to Wales and while doing energy-work at the ruined St. Dogmaels’ abbey in Wales that I finally understood what was happening…and what had been lost! St. Dogmaels lies beside the River Teifi and was built in 1120. It was built on the site of an even older church called the Church of Llandudoch.

St. Dogmael’s Abbey, Wales.

In the ruins of this church is a crypt which is no longer roofed and is still accessible. It lies beneath where the altar would have once stood. When I was down in this crypt I felt a very strange slow-moving vortex of energy. When I tuned into it I ‘saw’ that it was a vortex of earth energy associated with the Mother, the female energy of the earth. (There are both male and female energies of the earth). As I experienced this energy I could see the priest on the upper floor standing in front of the altar which once stood there, a basic stone table, and he was doing the mass ritual. However, what was fascinating was that as he charged the bread he did so over this active vortex of female energy and this energy charged the bread, from below!!! When he was charging the wine the vortex of energy came from above, as I have always seen it do.  Then I was given the understanding of the Catholic ‘Father, Son and Holy Ghost’! The father is the upper/Solar energy and the Holy Ghost should be the Earth/Female energy. The ‘Son/Daughter’ is the medium between the two. The son/daughter is the one capable of channelling both masculine and feminine energies into the physical world so that all could partake of it! He stood in the Middle, the unifier of the two worlds. This was the mystery of the Trinity, the three energies in one person! God the Father, Earth the Mother and the soul of man/Woman. “Honour thy Father and thy Mother”. God wasn’t just talking about your parents!!!

This charging of the bread is an ancient fertility ritual done way back in the time of the Goddess Artemis and by our ancestors in Britain and in Ireland. Read about it in another adventure in time on my older blog!!!


So when did they get rid of the Poor Mother? And why are the Catholic bishops trying to oust her again??? Nothing but complete control will suffice obviously! We are still living with the priests of Amun! When will it ever change?

Life in an in Upper Egyptian Village, From a Healer’s perspective. An Introduction.

The thing I struggle with most in my work is having to experience the prevailing emotional/mental energies of the culture in which I am living. I can’t seem to do this in a state of separation but have to be fully immersed in it. This can be either wonderful or extremely depressing! The type of healing I do is very much about the collective rather than the individual. I feel ‘plugged in’ to the consciousness of the country and its people. In this way I experience every nuance of emotional energy, and its blockages, within my own feelings. The only way to understand emotional energy is to experience it! This is how I was trained to work as a psychodynamic counsellor and how I learned to read the emotional energies and their patterns. It is difficult work and it involves also learning to separate personal energy from other’s emotional energy.

Swimming the currents…

Now, I no longer work with individuals in the same way, but work with cultures. I had to learn to ‘swim’ in the emotional currents and learn to understand and ‘name’ the energy-current I was experiencing! It has taken me years and even more years to trust what I perceived. I had to completely trust what I was feeling rather than what came out of someone’s mouth.   Actions speak louder than words!

So, having trained all of these years and having to trust myself completely I am thrust into the unconscious dark-lands of Egypt! It has always been in my nature to go into the dark places. If I was afraid of something and I didn’t understand why, I would go into the situation or experience  in order to understand it and clear the fear. In retrospect this has been easy up until now! About six years ago ‘upstairs’ (what I collectively call my guides!) told me that I had healed enough of my own wounded male energies and therefore was now able to work with wounded men! Really?? Sure didn’t feel like it!

The Depths of Human Emotion…

Having been on the receiving end of wounded male energies for most of my life I now found that I was helping them to heal themselves! It really has been about going into the dark places and has been very challenging as I continued to hone my perceptive skills and to completely trust myself, even in the face of huge opposition. Now, here I am in Egypt doing it again but this time it is working with the collective male energies, assisted, naturally, by my husband who holds all of the beliefs of his culture but who is also a gifted healer himself. Often it feels like I am walking a tightrope through a sandstorm, but when the dust clears I understand more about the  power dynamics which exist here in this Islamic country and I am glad to have the opportunity to explore it, even if it feels like mountains have to be traversed before I ‘get it’.

The Souk where we buy all of our Vegetables, right outside our front door!

Living in an Upper Egyptian household gives me an opportunity to experience first-hand what life is like for Egyptian women…and men.  On an intellectual level this is great but from an emotional perspective it often feels like torture! I often feel completely swamped by other people’s emotional ‘stuff’, so much so that I can barely keep my head above water. I completely lose my sense of self and have to work hard at keeping my own centre.  My own needs become overtaken by the needs of those around me which, to me as an Irish woman, used to the freedom of choice, feels stifling and depressing. I will share my own experiences as they are my roadmap to how other people experience life here, emotionally and unconsciously. I will also put subjects under their own headings, even though some of these areas over-lap. But it will give you some idea of life here and how people live. How their unconscious dynamics in life, relationships, and money operate.

Collecting Water from the Nile.

I will also give you some examples from events which I have been part of so that you get a feel for how it is for people here. Hopefully this will provide you with a picture of life within a village community rather than the life you see as a visitor or tourist. For those of you who live as foreigners here you may recognise much of which I write so feel free to add your voice and experiences. I can only give you my personal experiences and viewpoints but I will try to express what I feel here as opposed to what I think, although sometimes it is difficult to separate my own beliefs from what I see around me. I am learning to be objective here and to stand back and watch rather than try to rescue but I will share this struggle too as it is part of my  experience here. I hope you find it useful.

Headings: Women, Men, and the Home.

                     Relationships, Marriage and Divorce.

                     Religion and Culture.

                     Domestic Violence and Child Abuse.

                      Money Matters.

                      Egyptian Men and Foreign Women.


                      Mothers, Sons and Daughters.

                      A Changing World.