The Only Friday the 13th in 2025
A day for Goddess blessings. Originally, Venus’ day, or Freyja’s, Friday honors the sacred feminine energies of life: nurturing, nourishing, acknowledging, accepting, supporting, and cherishing. The sacred ‘13’ places Source firmly at the center of our being, with all else emerging from and cycling around that center. It is a day dedicated to this blossoming of the light within, owned by none, sovereign unto itself. Ego knows no place in this sacred space. Its only purpose is as a real-time, outer-world interface for those still dreaming.
The reason for this day’s association with bad luck is historically linked to the massacre of the Templar knights, whose amassed assets and honoring and protection of feminine divinity had become powerful enough to threaten papal control. Some say “lest we forget,” but what if that ‘war’ was over? What if it was always a trivial pursuit? What if true sovereignty has always sprung from the depths of divinity within us all?
Let’s have a Goddess chat, as it is Her day. In Scotland and Ireland, Brighid and the Cailleach Bheara share the year, each presiding over a particular pair of seasons. Where their energies intersect are formed sacred wells and springs, whose life-giving waters flow between all the worlds. These sacred wellsprings are ley lines of a hidden kind. They deeply connect with the energetic architecture of the planet, our bodies, and our lives.
As Gaia’s tilt produces beautiful juxtapositions, waters flow in one direction in the Northern Hemisphere and the opposite in the Southern. Regardless of direction, Her waters unite this world in the sacred geometry of flow. Fluid dynamics are fascinating. Tube torus, double torus, or however current perceptions define this mystery, could these juxtaposed, yet balanced, flows of energy be part of what supports duality in physicality on this world? What makes us believe in a split of any kind? Is Nature anything but ever-entwined? Are we?
I watched this morning’s moonset, her glowing orb missing fullness by just a sliver as her cycle began to wane. How bright she glowed in the pre-dawn fullness! What a lovely cyclic constancy reflecting a wholeness we have been taught to ignore. What if all such cycles function beyond the mind’s limitations? What if we are woven into a world that continually tries to remind us? What is nurturing in this moment? What is being reflected? How are we re-learning the dance of flow which nurtures our essence, our bodies, and our lives?
As I greet this day in reverence, I wish magic and memory for all whose eyes, ears, and hearts are open to and flowing with Her Grace.
Have a wonder-full day!
May this day be life’s celebration, and the only energies massacred be those of domination, control, and manipulation of the sacred essence of ourselves or another. May Durga/Kali, Sekhmet, and the Morrigan have joy of their sacred reaping, bringing home all that is still seduced by the concepts of ‘against’ and ‘war.’
~Infinite love
