Who is the Bone Mother and Why do I call myself Her?
I check with myself regularly, is this really my role? Is this really who I am and she answers softly, hand on my back: “bring my words and wisdom through you, and the bones in the soil to love”
The Bone Mother has guided me for over forty years, a curious presence to encounter as a child. I know in many ways I hid from her whilst knowing her love familiar yet outcast in some ways just like me.
She has supported me to bring through Ancestral Healing and Psychopomp Journeys for the souls of the dead with song, story, weaving and dance. Although now, I have been guided through various shamanic mentorships to learn these processes and come back to my own path, past life knowings awakened in my dreams as a child. Often this work would come when I was sleeping. I am a dream weaver and work through the night and when I am awake in trance.
It began when I was very young, receiving the wisdom that a soul had died and needed my support. Lucid dreams rowing the souls over the river to the summer land before my soul had the words or cognisance, there was an art, like watering flowers and watching them grow or listening softly to trees. I knew.
Then came the words, the messages, the wisdom. It isn’t necessarily scary receiving this as a young child but the response from adults around me left me stammering into my mid 30s. I have been noticing clearly that we have a culture which keeps the dead and certainly grief under wraps other than Halloween which I find grotesque. I want to bring this voice of this Goddess through with love.
The Bone Mother is a Winter Crone, Goddess of the Underworld and Ancestral Healing. She is a timeless loving presence and sings over the bones of the dead to bring them peace. She is an aspect of the Goddess Mother Earth, bringing Mater (matter/Mother) back to the Mother. As the souls are guided by the Angelic Realm and Isis to Heaven, the bones, the Earth of us return to the soil.
Bone Mother is meticulous, walking through the forests, battlefields, hospital beds and in all dimensions. She has guided me to open portals to heaven in tarns on walks for souls in waterways, asking the trees to open and welcome the Angels for soul fragments held in the soil and Hekate has become my sturdy protection, providing a light for the way and circling dogs. The Alder tree is another psychopomp ally of mine, the ability to journey beyond and be protected as we leave this realm.
As an archetype, she gathers the sacred bones of the dead in matter and in essence.
She holds the bones of Earth
Holding their memories safe
And allowing the transmutation from Earth to life again
As seasons become another in the wheel of the year
As an ally, and Goddess in spirit, she is a loving, mothering presence for the dead, speaking and singing soothing words, guiding funeral services, grief rituals and releasing the pain of grief.
She is coming to me now because she wants to support the Bone Mother in each family, the one who holds the threads between the living and the dead. The one who often works in isolation and has possibly been shamed. She wants to hold you now, this work is calling. To tend the dead in our families, our homes, our land and our soil as a sacred path with Mother Earth.
A Message from the Bone Mother
All that has been felt is flowing through you now. Those hollow bones are becoming ignited with the wisdom of truth. A channel for the healing of this future path.
Prepare for the Springtime each Winter
Gather the bones
The illuminated and broken
Gather the bones
Those lost bones
Forgotten bones
Abandoned bones
Bring them all home
Ma ma ma
Mater
And deep in the soil
Those bones
The home of our soul
Bring back the bones
They’re their bones
And our bones
Each bone is your bone
Bring them all home