Goddess Of Beginnings, Mother of Waters: Yemaya

Yemaya’s Wisdom:

I am the force that swirls beneath the surface,

She who connects Sea and Sky,

the Infinite Mother who reclaims you.

Feel the sand beneath your feet, hold the conch to your ear,

gaze upon My Blue,

and you know Me.

Submit your troubles upon Me,

cast your cares into the heart of the ocean that is Me.

I will nurture you,

wipe your tears,

soothe the anger,

and shelter you from the coming storms.

In your surrender, I become your voice.

In the giving over, I become your freedom.

Daughter, come home, and allow Me

to make whole

that which is incomplete

~Brandi Auset

In mythology, the West African and Caribbean Goddess of creation, the sea, moon, ocean and healing is Yemaya. She is considered to be a guardian of women and keeper of our mysteries.

Because Yemaya governs over conception and birth of children, she is often invoked for her aid. Yemaya blesses, protects children and ensures their safety during childhood, until they reach puberty.

According to myth, Yemaya was raped by her own son and as a result, she became pregnant. After laying a curse on him, causing his death, she chose to die as well and went up onto the peak of a mountain. When she died, the uterine waters of her womb broke, the oceans, the rivers and the fourteen Yoruban Goddesses and Gods, called Orishas, were created. The first human woman and man were born from her womb as well and they became the parents of all mortals on earth. Because of this, she is personified as oceans and bodies of water and mermaids.

Although she may be called on at any time, a most powerful time to call upon Yemaya’s energies is at times of new beginnings such as the Springtime, New Years and new moons.

Attributes:  Merciful, protective, compassionate, nurturing, comforting, maternal

Symbols:   Seashells, an open shell, the Moon, bodies of water and the six pointed star.

Stones: Turquoise, light blue crystals, mother-of-pearl, and coral.

Flowers: Trout Lily and Sea Lavender.

Fragrance: Tea Rose, Sandalwood, Lilac and Frangipani

Feast & Festival Days:  Summer Solstice, July 6, October 26, December 12, December 31

Colors: Blue, Silver and White

 She is said to be fond of melons so an offering of melons.

Yemaya Invocation:

Goddess who is Mother of All,

Queen of the Deep Sea,

Protectress of women –

Allow your presence to be known throughout this sacred space.

We who call upon you as Yemaya

Our Mother, Our Womb of Creation,

ask that your love rolls and washes over us as the waves of the ocean,

as the rivers from your breasts.

Yemaya, Mother Whose Children are Fish

You who are comfort, inspiration, and forgiveness

We call you forth to enter our hearts.

~Brandi Auset

The Story of Yemaya – by Luisah Teish:

Once there was a beautiful woman by the name of Ye-ma-ya, who looked into the waters of the ocean. There She saw Her own reflection and asked, “Who is that beautiful woman? I thought I was the prettiest thing that the World had ever seen!”

And as She looked on that woman there came a rumbling in Her belly and it grew and it grew until it exploded and covered the land with lakes, rivers, and streams.

Yemaya looked into the water of the river and there again She saw that woman and asked, “Who is that beautiful woman? I thought that I was the prettiest thing that the World had ever seen!”

And again Her belly grew and it grew and grew till it exploded and sprinkled the heavens with stars and a Full Moon.

Yemaya looked in the Full Moon, and again She asked, “Who is that beautiful woman? I thought I was the prettiest thing that the world had ever seen!”

And again Her belly grew, and it grew and it grew until it exploded! And before Her stood thousands of beautiful women.

Yemaya asked, “Who are you beautiful women? I thought that I was the prettiest thing the world had ever seen!”

The women looked deep into the eyes of Yemaya and there they saw their own reflections.

So the women said to Yemaya, “You are! We’re just you!”

May the Blessings of Yemaya be with you all in this New Year!





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My Shadow Sister and I

Samhain Blessings One and All!!

Due to some personal issues in the last couple of months (September/October) that needed attending to, I chose to suspend our monthly “Sister Circle” gatherings until after Samhain. Aside with a host of other emotions and feelings I was dealing with, I also felt very drained. I knew that I could not, in good faith, give the total attention to the women of the circle, or to lend my energy to be supportive. Part of being a Goddess woman is recognizing when one needs to step back and honor the Self and give self-care when needed. I recognized that I was in no place physically, emotionally, mentally or even spiritually to even attempt to hold sacred space for others let alone be a support for them. I had my own journey, my own labyrinth I needed to walk and get to the center too, and I needed to be able to scream, cry, kick, spit, cuss, laugh, and rage until I got to that center where I would find insight, light, peace and healing. I realize however, that this is my souls Samhain lessons this turn of the wheel.

Why do I share this with you? 

Because I am a real woman. Yes, I am a Spiritual Midwife-Goddess-Teacher-Priestess-In-Residence and Founder of Sister Spirit Sanctuary, however I make mistakes, I struggle, I bleed, I hurt, I cry and I anger just like the rest of us. I am as real as they come. I do not dance a sacred Priestess dance looking for the ‘right proper Priestess words that are really only meant to impress anyway, although I know there are plenty who do. I abide by the old “If you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all.” Not that what I might say would be rude, but truthful and often, people, even some priestesses, do not like truthful, therefore it might be considered, “not nice.” So I say nothing at all.

I’m not a fence sitter either. Like the other saying, “What’s popular isn’t always right and what’s right isn’t always popular”,  I am not afraid to speak up against that which I think is unjust and unfair wrongs done to others, despite the consequences of my actions. I am fully aware of the many Plastic Priestesses who will judge you by your social status, how much money you have, your life experiences, how you present yourself in public if you claim the title Priestess. In one regard, I believe that yes, we are held to a higher standard of behavior and we expect better than your average Jane of behavior, and certainly not anything less than that. At the same time, I don’t really see how it serves a woman who is a Priestess, especially one in a service capacity to act like she does not cry or ever struggles with her surroundings, sometimes her family and friends, or even finances. I have often wondered if it were some fantasy that some were trying to either sell to others and/or make themselves believe that if one is a Priestess, one is always connected to Source and therefore one is always prosperous, happy, healthy and living such a wonderful and amazing life, over flowing with goodness and love.

Sounds good to me. Maybe I’d bite. But that’s not the reality. Part of the beauty of life is, and I can’t believe I’m going to say this, is the challenge that it often presents. It’s because it is these challenges that we as women, as people, find out about ourselves. Not tripping the life fantastic all the time.

I share parts of my life with the women I serve because it’s what’s real. It is where I gain much of the wisdom I have to share–through the personal struggles of my life and family. So my star doesn’t shine as bright as some out there in the greater community, but it doesn’t burn as fast either. I’m not looking to be a polished, shiny, and plastic Priestess, nor am I looking for prestige or even notoriety for that matter (I can do bad on my own, thank you very much!) swinging off the back of someone else’s cloak tail either. I am a real woman of the real living earth. Not one that pretends to have stepped off the pages of the book, “The Mists of Avalon” by Marion Zimmer-Bradley. Although, on second thought, I would say Morgaine and her mother did experience great suffering and much sacrifice didn’t they? So perhaps it is that I could say that I would be like them in that regard. Ok, scratch that. How about not being a phenomenal and glamorous High Priestess, or Lady of the Lake like Vivienne, portrayed by the amazing Angelica Houston in the made for TNT movie based on the same book? Yes. I am not her.

Again I say, I am a real woman with real struggles and it is through my personal struggles that my own Wisdom Teachings come through.

So having rambled off the above, I can tell you a bit about my Samhain journey, and how it was I came to dance with my Sister Shadow.

As we began our descent into the darkness, nearing the autumnal equinox, I had to face a major betrayal of family and friend; one of my own daughters,(my second born, nineteen year old daughter who is angry at the world, especially her mother) and my so-called dear friend to whom I often confided in with issues surrounding this daughter. As it turns out, my friend was talking to my daughter behind my back, relating things I said in confidence, betraying my trust (and ultimately compounding an already difficult and strained situation) and then when confronted with that, lied claiming she never talked to my daughter, nor would she ever do or say the things she was accused of saying by that same nineteen year old to my oldest, twenty-two year old daughter. Only to have my nineteen year old daughter move in with her literally, the next day. The killer part is, she lives right next door to me! The bright side is, I didn’t have to worry about where my daughter was at night (as she didn’t have anywhere to go, burning her bridges with everyone she stayed with) but the impact and damage this friend did to our family as a whole was pretty bad. Some boundaries should never be crossed and if they ever are, I have learned you find out what “Hell’s Fury” really is.

Anyway, this betrayal sent me on a tailspin of emotions of all kinds. I was hurt beyond belief and I experienced a type of rage that I hadn’t even known existed within me. Oh I knew I could be a little crazy at times if push came to shove, but I had no idea the extent of the ferocity and dangerously violent emotions could be conjured up inside of me, a Goddess Loving woman. A woman who has dedicated herself to a path of spiritual growth and personal and spiritual empowerment. Ironically, I realized in the midst of my blinding rage, in the deepest, darkest place I have yet visited within my own soul, that one single moment where I felt such wrath and rage that I could have destroyed anything in my path, that only now could I see myself for the ‘wholeness’ that I truly am. I also realized this wasn’t about what my frienemy did, or my daughter but about me and what I needed to focus on to embrace my wholeness. The incident pushed me into the darkness to find the light within. Only then did I pass through a veil of enlightenment into the next level of my higher consciousness.

Like Innana, my descent into the underworld, my own darkness and death of sort, was difficult. The deeper I went, the more I had to remove and release. Until, eventually, I was caused to stand there, naked, face to face with my own Sister/Shadow, my Ereshkigal. She had a fierceness like I have never known before and I was very afraid of what I saw and of what I felt. But when I let go of the fear, and I accepted her for all that she was, I was able to see the spiritual flame within the darkness. It was in these moments that my ego, the falsehood of everything I thought I was, began to transform. In fact, my journey is not over and I am still in the transforming process. I am still letting go and pushing past the boundaries of my own self set limitations and learning to fully embrace who I am as a real woman and a New Earth Priestess.

My Shadow Sister is teaching me to dance with her. She is teaching me how to see her in a different light, one that empowers me and lifts me up vs. one that I am afraid of and deny and she has to ‘get ugly’ to be recognized, flaring up and coming out at the most inappropriate times, demanding I see her. I see her though, I recognize her and I embrace her. I am the light sister, and she is the dark and together we are whole of who I am. I am learning this shadow dance, I am learning and I am dancing. For in this dance of the shadow am I able to dance into the light and it is through this dance, of light and dark do I find the freedom to be who I really am.

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