My Matrona Diaries- The Beginning

This February I started a course of study, a year long devotional, at a school of thought called the Matrona (thematrona.com). From its own description on their website, The Matrona is a portal to the new millennium- which brings to mind thoughts of etheric gateways and cosmic entities, and yet nothing could be more grounded into the realm of this planet (and also less understood) than the portal of birth- the entry point of the human being into the collective dream of the planet. One of the mentors to the founder of the Matrona and head teacher- Whapio (much more on her to come in these diaries I’m certain)- is a medical doctor from France named Michele Odent who revolutionised what one could think of a birth hospital after he saw what kinds of results women were having if their births were undisturbed and set in a warm, inviting, comfortable environment built for them and their partners to enjoy the experience of birth. He opened peoples minds to water birth and ideas like allowing for lots of moment and no interference with the mother during her labor. Not only can birth be warm and inviting, it can be cosmic, orgasmic and psychedelic. In the reverse, and as many of us have experienced in this lifetime and been lead to believe through religious and cultural zeitgeist and the representation of birth in entertainment that the only way birth can be is painful, traumatic, or even tragic and heartbreaking. Each birth is as unique as the person being born. Birth through the mothers womb and onto the planet is just the initial template for a constant cycle of death and rebirth for that infant to be in. Once embodied, they are in a constant state of creation with the forces that are present in their bodies and energetic fields. We are all in this cycle now, which includes our cultures and communities, our families, our environments and anything we choose to feed ourselves with or give our energy and attention to, the body in a constant state of birth death and renewal, until our animating force or soul, decides to leave the body that entered the planet at birth. From womb to tomb, a constant cycle of birth and death in varying degrees.

My journey to finding Whapio as a teacher and the school known as the Matrona has been a deep one that I walked through in a season of solitude. I can feel that season going through its own death so a new season can be born of openly sharing more of my journey and personal navigational experiences with this community- tiny as it may be in this moment. This wisdom that I’m getting to learn is worth recording in my own way and my intention is that you are able to take whatever activation you need for your best and highest good and for the good of the planet from my expression. This course of study is giving me hope- for myself, for my family and the children who are asking to be born at this time and to their families, and for the planet. I will be creating a weekly blog entry to share the poignant moments I’ve experienced from the week of studies I’ve just completed, as this is also a place to practice discipline and consistency, loyalty, devotion and commitment. Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read it- I appreciate your energy and welcome your feedback, comments and questions. Thank you to my sister, Stephanie, and her blog, Tons and Bunches. Not only is she an exceptional writer and her kids are the cutest, but she has shown me what consistently documenting can mean to preserving things that matter, as well as being more intentional with what we create because we are paying attention. I’d also like to dedicate this initial post to all the new sisters I have met through this course of study with me, and especially the women I have found myself to be in study groups with. I am so grateful to have these newly blossoming communities in my life and look forward to watching them bloom and grow into the powerful yet gentle forces of nature they are meant to be in the world.

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