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Sophia Elara Voss

Sophia Elara Voss

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The Sisters of the Sacred Current Elara and the Collective Birth of the Medicine Women- The Twin Flames of the Long Light Lineage - Book Fifteen (Continued / Part II: The Craft of the Medicine Women) Elara returned from the high country changed in ways only the mountains can enact. She had driven the Blue Ridge Parkway through Maggie Valley and into Cherokee, then higher still, through Banner Elk, Boone and up to the sacred overlooks near Blowing Rock. At elevations reaching 5,500 feet she had sat alone in silence, letting the wind strip away what the detoxes and fasts had already loosened. Visions came easily there. The land itself seemed to exhale ancient breath into her. She felt the presence of the Cherokee medicine women who had walked these ridges for generations and she understood, with bone-deep clarity, that her own becoming was not separate from theirs. It was “the” alchemical continuation and transformation like so many, too, before her... The vessel, already softened and emboldened by transformative rejuvenation, renewed energetic and hormonal alchemy. Through the long seasons of purification… she received a further initiation on those windswept heights. She had wept without knowing why, laughed without reason and sat in stillness so profound that time itself seemed to pause. When she descended, something in her had settled into a new octave of service. She was no longer only remembering how to be a Priestess. She was remembering how to heal. The ancient sisters had always progressed along similar paths, though the outer forms differed according to the land that called them. In the lush green valleys beside the great pyramids of Giza, when the Nile still ran wide and the desert still bloomed, the priestess-healers began their craft through years of temple purification. They fasted with the cycles of the moon, bathed in sacred waters infused with lotus and natron… learning to listen to the subtle currents of ka and ba. Ceremony was precise and luminous: the lighting of lamps at dawn, the chanting of hymns that vibrated the very stones of the temples, the laying on of hands that could draw stagnant energy from the body and return it to the earth. Physical rejuvenation came through oils and unguents, through movement that mirrored the flow of the river and through the deep knowing that the body was never separate from the land or the stars. Many of these women became the quiet keepers who tended both pharaoh and commoner, their craft passed in silence from one generation of priestesses to the next until the green began to recede and the knowledge was carried inward, preserved in hidden chambers of the heart. High in the Andes the path was often more solitary and fierce. A woman might be called through illness or a sudden vision on a mountain pass. She would fast for days with coca leaves and sacred water, learning to hear the voice of Pachamama in the wind and the stones. Plant ceremonies, guided by the spirits of the mountains themselves, would open the luminous energy body, revealing where fear or ancestral sorrow had lodged. Healing the spirit meant returning these fragments to the earth or to the stars. Physical rejuvenation came through the plants, through the cold mountain waters, through breath and sound that could reset the rhythm of the heart and lungs. These medicine women often worked in small circles, each one both healer and patient, each one learning that true power arose only when the ego had been humbled by the vastness of the peaks. Among the Cherokee and other Native peoples of the Blue Ridge and beyond, the becoming was woven into the daily and seasonal life of the people. Young women who showed the gift would be taken under the guidance of elder medicine women. They learned the plants of the forest and the fields… not as lists of properties, but as living relatives who offered themselves when approached with respect and proper ceremony. Sweat lodges, water ceremonies and the careful use of tobacco and other sacred plants helped clear the spirit and strengthen the body’s natural intelligence. Healing often involved the whole community: songs sung over the sick, dances that moved energy through the circle, stories told at night that reminded every listener of their place in the great web. Physical rejuvenation was understood as the natural result of spiritual alignment… when the person was once again in right relationship with the land, the ancestors and the Great Mystery, the body remembered how to thrive. Across all these cultures, and in the hidden lineages that survived the long ages, certain threads remained constant in the progression of the craft: The medicine woman first became empty. Through fasting, solitude, plant medicines or the disciplines of the temple, she released what was not hers. Only then could she become a clear vessel. She learned to listen, to the land, to the ancestors, to the subtle currents within her own body and the bodies of those who came to her. She mastered ceremony not as performance, but as the precise alignment of intention, sound, movement and offering that could open the gates between worlds. Whether it was the lighting of lamps in an Egyptian temple, the offering of coca on an Andean peak or the building of a sweat lodge in the Blue Ridge forests, the ceremony created a container strong enough to hold transformation. She practiced the laying on of hands, the use of breath and sound, the movement of energy through her own luminous body into another’s. Some worked with plants that could purge or restore; others with the pure transmission of presence. All understood that the spirit must be addressed before lasting physical healing could take root. And eventually, many became healers of healers… women who could sit with other medicine people when they themselves were broken or lost, helping them remember their own connection to source. Elara felt all of these threads moving through her now as she sat again on the high ridge near Boone, the wind carrying the scent of pine and distant rain. The Quickening was accelerating. The same forces that had brought the last great ice age some twelve thousand years ago were stirring once more, and many traditions spoke of a great turning, perhaps in the 2040s, when the earth would cleanse and reset. In such times, the remembering of the medicine women’s craft was not a luxury. It was survival medicine for the soul. She understood now why the mountains had called her so insistently. These ancient ridges, walked by Cherokee healers for generations, were one of the places where the old knowledge still lived close to the surface. Here she could continue her own becoming while offering what she remembered to others who were also waking up in these chaotic, transformative times. The vessel had been cleared. The feminine essence had been embodied more fully. The surrender to the currents, rather than the fighting of them, had opened the way. And now the craft itself was beginning to awaken within her: the knowing of how to hold ceremony, how to listen, how to help another being return to wholeness of spirit and vitality of body. Thorne Vaelrik’s etheric and golden presence stood quietly beside her on the ridge, as he always did in these moments of deep remembrance. He did not speak. He simply anchored the space so the Divine Feminine current could flow without obstruction. Elara opened her eyes and looked out over the rolling waves of the Blue Ridge, the same mountains that had held visions for her and for countless sisters before her. The medicine women were not gone. They had only been waiting to be remembered. And in these Quickening times, as the Era moved toward its great turning, the remembering was happening faster than ever before. She placed her hand on the warm stone beside her and whispered into the wind: “I am ready to learn the craft more deeply. Show me how to serve. Show me how to heal.” The wind answered with a long, low sigh that sounded almost like a song. The Sisters of the Sacred Current were still singing. And Elara was listening… With love gained from lessons across aeon’s of remembrance, ~Sophia Elara Voss #WisdomOfSophiaElara #DivineFeminineRising #ElaraSaga #divinefeminine #wisdom #divinefeminineenergy #spiritualawakening #spiritualgrowth #WalkIn #sophiaelaravoss #medicinewoman