Whispers Of Our Knowings

By Laughing Womyn Ashonosheni

The profound wisdoms woven into these stories invite you to stand so completely in wholeness that every breath you take is a conscious, sacred act filled with pure delight. Have fun with these stories and use them freely in rituals and healing ceremonies. They're meant to be danced into life in ways that are uniquely yours.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sophronia Press
• Release date: Jan 15, 2024
• ISBN: 9781941301180

Laughing Womyn Ashonosheni

Laughing Womyn Ashonosheni is a Shaman, Wisdom Teacher, and Healer. Her spiritual gifts and expansive insights are a native part of her being. She enjoys transforming the mysterious into the obvious and Tarot is one of her favorite tools for doing this. Her professional expertise comes from nearly thirty years of helping people create fulfilling and happy lives. Her broad insight into the layers of wisdom available through Tarot has evolved as a result of providing thousands of readings for people from all walks of life. Laughing Womyn is deeply rooted in the traditions of her ancestors and enthusiastically engaged in the traditions being reclaimed and those being created by our rapidly expanding human consciousness. She carries a vision of celebration between all beings and all ways of being. She remembers each one of us is capable of profound delight in this magnificent journey through life on the physical plane.

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Whispers of Our Knowings

Laughing Womyn Ashonsheni

Published by Sophronia Press

Benton Harbor, MI USA 49022

©2000, ©2018 by Laughing Womyn Ashonosheni.

All rights reserved. Cover design, content, and all illustrations are protected by copyright. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations that are included in reviews.

ISBN 978-1-941301-18-0 epub

ISBN 978-1-941301-17-3 Revised Edition

ISBN 978-0-595152-27-8 First Edition

BISAC OCC033000

Cover art and all illustrations by Laughing Womyn Ashonosheni

~ Other Publications by this Author ~

Radiant Wisdom Tarot

The Fool, The Empress, and The Magician

The Sacred Hoops Course

Coming Home To Me

Mattie’s Magical Summer

TJ Remembers The Mountain

The Wizard’s Fort

The Bakery Fox

This book is dedicated to all who enjoy the richness of Spirit.

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Introduction

The stories in this book are modern mythology and invocations to our souls. Goddesses and gods from a wide variety of cultures are mixed together to help us gain a clearer vision of some of the places we’ve been and others to which we can go while we walk in these physical bodies. The mixing of cultures, lifestyles, gender roles and species is intentional; as is the mixing of mortals and deities. We are one and this is an invitation to look to ourselves as the creators and wise guides of our lives. We can indeed live with the integrity, wisdom, compassion and joy we’ve previously assigned to our gods and goddesses.

Sisters and brothers, I honor your sacredness.

~ ~ Laughing Womyn Ashonosheni ~ ~

Beginnings

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Call To Wild Women

The contrary-wise leaping of questing women brings us, the positively revolting willful women, to the doorstep of curious Sarasvati.

Sister, mother, daughter, seeker; leaving no stone unturned, no truth unturned. Contrary women who must question all, invent what cannot be questioned, turn all upside down and downside up until the top and bottom, inside and out can no longer be seen as separate, but as the same and yet different still.

We, the positively revolting willful women, dance widdershins at the doorstep of Sarasvati, moving always contrary to what is believed, to what is known. Finding in our contrary dance what is not known of the known, what is denied and hidden of the known.

Our contrary-wise leaping makes us questing women, seeking women, contrary, willful women. Hexing hags who will our way out of fool-dom. Hexing hags whose leaping dance in contrary ways, in woman ways, brings us always to Sarasvati’s doorstep, our doorstep, our home step. One step out of, one step into, our homes, our hearts, and accepted truth falls before the laughter and questing of positively revolting willful women belaughing our way through the wilderness of women’s wildness, through the curiosity of Sarasvati, into the answers we need, the answers we know, the daughter-right of our births.

Questing women leap into ourselves, name ourselves, announce ourselves as the oracles we are, breaking the mirror of deceit that keeps women tamed, framed, within the mirror, the cage.

Hexing hags leap widdershins, whirling up positive revolts into women’s ways of wildness.

Willful women turn the stones, question the questions as well as the answers.

Positively revolting willful women, hoards of hexing hags spin beyond the range of the compass and reclaim your sense of direction.

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Remember

Return, return, sisters, with me to the time of our origin. Remember First Woman, great-great-great grandmother, she who walked Earth when the land was still damp from birth, the mountain peaks jagged and covered with fuzzy, newborn, grass hair. Remember First Woman, she whose body was made from this Earth, molded and shaped to carry and birth the coming generations of children, of ideas, of human ways of being. First Woman looked upon Earth, upon her mama’s body, and knew she was loved.

See me, sisters, daughters, sacred, holy women. Walk with me through the newborn grass. Inhale the fragrance of the flowers, the trees, the waters, the other Earth Walkers. Touch the silky soft hairs of First Bear, First Bird, and Cat. Slide your fingers across the warm smooth body of First Snake and the cool smooth body of First Fish. Allow Lily to curl around your fingers, Butterfly to wander through your hair. Feel sisters, feel Mother’s essence, Mother’s body, in all of your siblings.

We danced, sisters. We danced for eons under the light of our mother’s mother, Grandmother Moon. In the velvet dark of star filled, full moon nights we began our dancing with the drums calling us. Mother’s heartbeat called to us and we came together and we danced her heartbeat. Our bare feet caressed her skin late into the night, massaging her belly as she birthed ever more of her wonderful, magikal children.

And we slept sacred, holy women. We slept deep and peaceful, embraced by our loving circle of kinfolk, all safe on the belly of Mama, all warm and breathing easy. We loved our dream time, the time when our souls flew to other realms to visit our cousins, the children of Mother’s relations throughout the universe.

By day, as Mama’s lover caressed her body with heat and light, we wandered among the grasslands and the tall standing people, our rooted relatives. We wandered and visited one another, sharing food and laughter, breaths of time together. We shared our lives, our warmth, our joy with all we encountered, greeting one another with open arms and the words, I am you. You are me.

Remember sisters, when we gave birth to words, and writing, and counting. Remember when we learned to decorate ourselves and our homes, when we began wearing our sacred stone relatives so we and they could experience more adventures. Remember the first music that reached our ears, a gift from the winged people.

We sang sacred, holy women. With clear, open throats and sounds full and round, like our bellies, like us. We sang as we danced under Grandmother Moon. We sang our homes, our clothing, our nourishment into being. We sang and danced with our lovers, creating winding, wandering stories of our lives. We sang and danced with our children, teaching them laughter and wholeness.

Remember our laughter, sisters. Our belly deep, shaking, rolling, laughter. Remember that laughter rising forth from our toes, born out of our delight in ourselves and each other. Remember it tickling our hearts and filling our days. We laughed long and full for life is exquisite.

Remember our healing ways, our artwork, our ways of expressing ourselves, surrounding ourselves in beauty. Remember our strong muscles and bones, our minds that fly with our souls. Remember, sacred, holy women, wise ones whose bodies still carry the blood, the cells, the essence of First Woman. Remember; all that we have been, we are. All that we dream, we are. All that each of us is, we are.

Remember First Woman, great-great-great grandmother, she who walked Earth when the land was still damp from birth… remember…

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Call To Wild Men

Come forth! Dance in the magnificent light of beauty. Reach deep inside yourself to the roots of all that makes you man. Listen brothers; sacred, holy, men. Listen to the rumbling roar of thunder that is the sound of new lands being formed, of new lives being born. Listen deep and call forth the rumbling roar of creation from within yourself.

Step into all that you know, step into all that you do not know, and see the good in all that is known and all that is yet to be known. Step into all that is obvious, step into all that is elusive, and see good in all that has been proven and all that has yet to reveal its proof.

Dance; sacred, holy, men, dance until dust rises around your stomping feet and envelopes your body, clouding your vision so you cannot pretend to know that which stands before you. Dance to the unknown within and without. Dance life into the questions that have not been asked. Dance until the clouds of dust are blown free by the wildness of your breath, until the noon sun shines hot upon you and draws your cleansing sweat from deep within.

Dance; sacred, holy, men stomp your feet to match the heartbeat of our great Earth, to match the rhythms of birth and death. Dance life into all that is within and all that is around you. Laugh deep in your belly and bring forth tears of joy, bring forth roars of mirth as you shake the foundations of the known so deeply the unknown comes rushing forth to be embraced, to be lived, to be you.

Dance until you create that which you desire and leave behind that which restricts. Dance into that which frees you to be. Loosen your arms, loosen your legs, loosen your body from all that says, I can’t and step fully, passionately into, I can and I am.

Come forth! Dance in the magnificent light of beauty.

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Return

Return with me now brothers, men of ancient times,