With five small bowls that fit perfectly, one within the other, this ritual will allow you to connect with the power of your matrix and understand how the energy of our maternal lineage is transmitted from one generation to another.

Tami Lynn K textent. («Wild Women»)

With five small bowls that fit perfectly, one within the other, I want to show women the power of our matrix. The largest bowl fits in the palm of my hand, and the smallest is the size of a erase rubber.

These bowls represent the way our matrix contains energy and transmits information from one generation to another. Women observe my hands while aligning the boles, one next to each other according to their size.

I point out the smallest bowl and say: «This bowl is you.» While sliding this little bowl inside the next, I say: «You were sustained in your mother’s belly.» I put the two bowls together on the next and say: «Your mother’s ovules were completely formed while she was in her mother’s body. So you were also in your grandmother’s belly.

I continue to fit the boles, until the five are on the palm of my hand, one inside the other. «Your grandmother carries the energy of her mother’s matrix and grandmother, so you are also connected to them.»

The bowls rest perfectly in my hand. Women are sitting in front of me. I see each of them wrapped in layers of female energy of the ancestors that preceded them.

I leave the bowls on the floor. «Now, this bowl is you,» I say, pointing to the largest bowl. From the big bowl, he took the next bowl, which still contains the other three. «This is one of your creations.» One by one, I take the smaller bowls and I am placing them next to the bowl has been their container.

With each bowl I tell women: «This is the seed of one of your creations.» I continue until the five boles, five generations, are in a line. Each bowl is independent, but the action of getting a bowl of the next reveals the nature of this shared lineage.

«This is how your belly, and the energy you carry, influences everything you believe. This is your legacy of creation ».

The room is silent, while women remember the mother’s place inside them.

Translation: & Carlota Franco

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