Hayley Erica Yoga

The Birthing Rock. The women would come through the early mists of morning, feet sinking into tracks older than memory, footsteps slow, close to the whispering ...land. Across quiet creeks and rocky plains, through grasses of faded gold, they trekked days and longer, beneath skies still ripe with ancient stories. Children, women, mothers, grandmothers, surrounding the heavy-bellied woman in-between. Together they would take the long and sacred journey, in honour of the coming new life. They would come to the place where the rocks changed colour from beige to parched umber - to where they grew dark with patches of a deep and emerald green. This marked the place of the Birthing Rock. The track opened here - at a great dome of malachite over eight foot in diameter; its face polished to a sheen and gently undulating. Indented from the pressure of a million feet and hands and bodies, over countless years. Here the mother-to-be would lie, surrounded by women and the ancestors, belly pressed against the malachite-green stone. It was said that the spirits of the land would then arise, encircling all present; imprinting the incoming soul with its divine destiny. When early white man found the rock out at the edges of the hot South Australian desert, they were amazed to find such a huge, single piece of valuable stone. When the women next came to this place, it was gone. The Birthing Stone broken up with picks and heavy hammers, and dug from the earth. Sent back to England to make copper. Soon the trees were clear-felled to dust to shore up shafts for the mines and fuel the smelters. Where there had been trees and brush, there was now scorched earth and open mines. On the sacred land of countless women, the ground was cut open to become a great copper mine. Some of the richest, most pure copper on earth would be found there, equal in quality only to a great mine in Russia. The mineral of the goddess was raped from the soil, her mysteries stolen. Some even call this place the sacred womb of the Australian land. Within several decades the copper and the miners were gone - flushed out by the constant rise of ground water, shifting operations to Broken Hill to become BHP. The sacred, ancient rock lost forever. Only a great hole, full of copper-green water is left where the Birthing Rock once lay, at the place the old Arab camel drivers named Budda Budda, which means Great or Very Great - sensing the energy of the place. This was then misnamed "Burra" by those who came and built the town and mines there, later. The pilgrimages to this place, however, continue - now from all over the world. For those with eyes to see and hearts to feel, the deep energy of the rock, its connection to the feminine soul of the land, and the spirits, remain. - R.A Falconer, Midwives of the Soul. (Story of the Birthing Rock, adapted from the story recounted by Ramadja, old man of Burra; and Neville Hyde.) art | Kylie Cassidy

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Good morning miraculous women!!! Isn't this incredible THE UTERUS... Isn't this a rare persective. This amazing organ is your uterus. From little things big things grow It is shown here, connected to your ovaries. Most women are born with this profound spellbinding organ, yet most of us, have never ever seen one : asides from illustration & ultrasound. It is typically about about 7 cm long and 5 cm wide. The uterus works hard, and for a long part of our lives, it is almost always busy performing miracles and healing the womb with its monthly detoxification & equilibrium process. The organ expands more than 100 times its size to house our children, aka the fetus. Each month self-destructing, shedding and re-building its lining, and through this, it eliminates our blood, aka menstruation as it works through a contraction process Moon ( Menstrual ) pain, is therefore pain of the uterus, not ovaries. It can support up to 150 times its own weight. It is the only organ capable of creating another organ > Placenta. It is connected to you. If you get stressed, it gets stressed. If you relax, it relaxes. In that same organ, life is Summoned literally. Life is also shared, because there are women who with that organ, gave life to up to 15 children. It is the second heart of a mother, because it is there, she forms the hearts of her children. The Physical body & DNA of her most loved life source. A hub for the soul to connect to this dimension & time space reality. Ladies: Meet Your Uterus, First thoughts ? Mine....... wow. It’s so small and precious yet so powerful. I grew a human in there!!!! Thank you to @yaiza_carrasco for sharing this with me Original source: nurse circle . . . . . . . . . . #womb #love #mother #heart #intuition #prenatalyoga #birth #uterus #strong #divine #sacred