The Violence Of Silence

21st March 2023 - Dan’s Funeral

After spending the six weeks from Dan’s death (by suicide) to his funeral being told by various folk how I was not welcome in Leeds, nor at Thwaite Mills Museum Mooring, where Dan and I had lived for 7 years together, and birthed two of our children … 

After being asked to help with Dan’s Funeral by his sister, but then being told by a ‘friend’ that it was better to stay out of it and that they would take care of it …

After telling another ‘friend’ why I didn’t think we were going to come to England after all because a few people didn’t want us there, and she replied to me “Jo, it’s more than a few …’

After realising that most of this Mob were anonymous, unidentified, but present in numbers, I realised that there was a Witch Hunt afoot.

Ah, the Witch Wound.  

The persecution of the woman who will not do as she’s told, 

Who will not conform, 

Who will not be oppressed, 

Who will not perpetuate deception, 

Who will not give up her sovereignty.

The woman who needs no permission or validation to live her Truth and protect her Creations.

The woman who must be Silenced at all cost.

And then Burned at the Stake.

And if They cannot Burn Her, They will Banish Her. 

Silenced and Banished…

And so as my children and I sat and watched Dan’s funeral via live weblink from Guatemala, and we listened to 40 minutes of the potted history of a man’s life, I realised that I had been Erased.

They managed to skim over a quarter of Dan’s life, 

Neatly editing out 12 years of our life together, 

The purchase of 2 boats together, 

The birthing of 3 children together, 

Without mentioning my name ONCE. 

My children were wide eyed with shock and disbelief, and they just kept saying 

“They haven’t mentioned you at all, Mummy”

Stories of our life together were told, but I was conveniently not mentioned.

And at least one of those stories was MINE.

When somebody mentioned that Dan could give tips on rearing baby hedgehogs, Holly jumped up an said “But you looked after our baby hedgehog Mummy, not Daddy”

In removing me from the narrative of our family history, these people invalidated my own children’s history and deeply precious family memories.

These people think they are punishing me.  

But really they are punishing our children.

Deleted, Erased, Scrubbed from the History Book of His Life.

Well then.  

This Woman will not be Erased.  

This Woman will not be Deleted.

And this Woman has a Story to Tell.

An Inconvenient Truth for many, I am sure.

But Truth nevertheless.

De-Possession and Conversations With The Spirits

21st March 2023 - 1pm - Holly Elfin

“Mummy, I’m getting really horrible thoughts in my head.

I can hear the words

“Kill Jo.  I wish she was dead”

I know they’re not my thoughts.”

21st March 2023 - 10pm - Channelling Luminous Dan

Thanks for doing the healing for my Mum.

Thank Holly for me too.

I watched you both do it.

Of course I did.

You called me so I came.

She doesn’t know what she’s doing - my Mum.

And she’s no match for you.

You must know that.

I can truly see your power now, Jo.

I never really saw it when I was alive.

I saw it, but I was afraid of it, so I behaved like I didn’t believe in it.

I’m sorry.  I did you a great dis-service.

I see you now.

You shine while you work.

I understand now why you needed me out of the way to teach Holly.

Or at least living me.

I sabotaged her gifts, didn’t I ?

I would have slowed her down or put out her flame altogether.

She’s good, isn’t she ?  Really good.

She may even be better than you ….. JOKE !!

I’m so sorry my friends and family have treated you like this.

They scrubbed you from my life’s history, as if you never existed.

I don’t know what to say.  I’m sorry.

You challenge everything that they know to be true.

You shatter their paradigm.

You shattered my paradigm too, so I understand this !

They are not important anyway now.  Let it go.

I know you want to pummel them into the ground.

It’s not worth it. You’ve won.

They don’t have me now and you do.

I’m here.  I’m stepping up.  I’ll pull my weight.

I know you noticed me sorting out dinner tonight.

I clocked that you clocked that !

Helping Ivy and Taiga cook spaghetti while you and Holly did the de-possession work for her and my Mum.

And thanks for the pirate coffees.

What took you so long ?!

I’ve been dead for six weeks and it’s taken til now for you to make me a coffee !

And where’s the rum ?!  It’s not a proper pirate coffee without the rum !!

You looked beautiful today.

Thanks for wearing the purple.

8th Dec 2022 - Channelling My Spirit Guides

Voice has Power.  Words have Power.  

You have no idea how much Power they hold to affect change in the material world.

Silencing is a huge tactic to Dis-empower.

Think of the face masks.

It is the silencing of the masses.

Slaves wore masks like this to remove their Power.

The Power of the Voice.

The Power of their Words.

The Power of Truth.

Truth is a huge threat to Darkness and Evil, because Evil operates through deception and secrets.

You have never held back on speaking Truth.

This is why They Silenced You SOOOOOOOOO many times.

You were always a threat to the Evil Doers and Evil Constructs, because you refused to keep your mouth shut.

When you speak, people listen.

You have a way with words.

You know how to capture and hold and audience.

You are an Orator and an Oracle.

But your skills and your instrument have been damaged and repressed and prevented from being used in the most barbaric ways.

You have experienced so much Violence in order to Silence you.

You must acknowledge and honour this path and the process, 

Of the Persecution you have experienced,

Of the Rejection you have experienced,

Of the Demonisation you have experienced, 

Of the Outcasting you have experienced, 

Of the Torture you have experienced,

Of the Betrayal you have experienced, 

Of the Realisation that Truth is Dangerous.

To you and your loved ones.

You hold the shame and the guilt for having spoken Truth that got your family killed.

They killed your children.

They killed your parents.

They killed your siblings.

They killed your grandparents.

All to teach you a lesson.

This is why the community outcast you.

They were scared that they would be killed too, as well as their loved ones.

They made an example of you.

They turned everyone against you.

To be a warning to everyone else to keep their mouths shut.

But you never did keep your mouth shut.

It is not in your Nature.

You are an Orator and an Oracle.

This is your Gift.

This is your Power.

This is why they silenced you so many times.

In EVERY LIFETIME.

Every single one.

You have every right to be angry.

You have every right to be filled with rage at what They have done to you, over and over again.

But you must know that you came here for this.

To explore the Power of Voice, Communication, Words.

To stand against Evil with your ability to communicate Deep Truth.

You are here now to do this.

We know you are scared because of what has happened before.

This time it is different.

These are different times.

The Silencing happens in different ways.

It is not so brutal.

It is more technological.

They are afraid of the global reach of technology.

But there are many platforms now through which you can communicate.

They are not going to stick a pitch fork through your throat this time.

7th December 2010 - Cat O’ Nine Tails - The Witch Trials 

It is said of Cats, They Have Nine Lives.

For Some, They Have Nine Tails.

Of Bloody Whiplash ‘Cross my Back

I Close Again the Veils.

For Across these Lives I Fear to Tread

What Else will I Unearth ?

But you Know, in Truth, that Every Death

Presents a Brand New Birth.

Yet the Mistress Stalks Me, Black as Night, 

Her Growl is Barely Heard.

Her Lessons Harsh and Often Cruel

Played Out Without a Word.

And He said, 

“ …sometimes people make a Promise to go back and help, yet they may end up getting cut down themselves.  But still they made that Promise.  And sometimes it may take many life-times to be able to fulfil it …”

And in that moment, it was like his words unlocked a hidden knowledge from somewhere deep within my Soul.

Sometimes people make a Promise to go back and help.

I knew then that I had made such a Promise.  

And in that moment, I knew exactly what I had Promised and to whom.  

The tears flowed silently down my face.

I had made a promise.  I had made Them a promise.  

That in Life or in Death, I would go back and help.  

And now it was time for me to fulfil it.

“What do you see?”  He asks me.

“I see Death”. I reply.

“Describe it to me” He prompts.

“Women.  Blood.  Screaming.”

And in a breath, I am there.  Within the damp, stone cold walls.  

Women, naked, bleeding.

Chained and broken, hanging from the walls.  

Some crouched, rocking in corners.

Others left for dead, lying where they have been thrown, chillingly still, in pools of their own filth.  Screams echoing around the thick stone cold walls and corridors.

Blood.  Everywhere.  The clanking of iron upon iron, heavy keys in locks.

I’ve heard that sound before.  Men coming.  Always coming.

I know that I am in Scotland.  I know that We are The Witches.  

Some accused, some condemned.

All in bondage, raped and tortured.  

Murdered.  Sanctioned and Murdered.

The Middle Ages.  A time of Fear and Darkness.  

Suspicion and treachery creep across the land.  

Persecution and betrayal, consuming weak and strong alike.

I made a promise to go back and help.  In Life or in Death, I would do what I could.

“What do you want from me ?”  I ask Them.

“Peace”. They cry.  

“Peace, We want Peace”.

And in that moment, Their emotions flood through Me.  

Like a dam wall bursting.  

A torrent of Anguish and Pain.

Raging rivers of Bloody Anguish, surging through Me.

Rage at the Sacrilege, the Rampant Violation of Body and Soul.

The Horror of Their Pleasure at Our Pain.  

The Deep, Deep Sadness, of Hopelessness and Despair.  

The Shocking Disbelief of the Betrayals by Friend and Foe alike.  

Gaping Holes of Emptiness.  And Fear.  

Underlying it all, a Sickening, Cold Terror that Claws at the Deepest Shadows within your Soul.  Fear of What Comes Next.  What Could Possibly Come Next?

And as I feel wave after wave of Their emotions, it feels like my heart will simply shatter from the force of Our collective grief.

“What else do you want from me ?” I ask Them.

“Justice.  We must have Justice.”

“And Vengeance”  The scream.

And then, softer, gentler, from somewhere further away, and less raw …

“But what about Love?  And Forgiveness?”

“Love and Forgiveness?” They scream, 

“Look what They have Done to Us!  They must Pay for what They have Done.  We must be Avenged.  And We Must be Heard.  Our Pain must be Acknowledged.  

We Must Be Heard.  Our Tale Must Be Told.  We Cannot Rest Until This is Done.”

And in that moment, I realise that I had also made another Promise.  

To Tell the Tale.  To make sure that Their voices were heard.  

In Life or in Death, Their story would be told.  

Our story would be told.

For They can take away everything you Own, your Home, your Family, the Clothes off your Back.  

The can take away your Liberty, your Sanctity and your Dignity.  

But They cannot take away Your Story.  

They can even try to re-write Her Story into His Story.  

But you cannot Erase it completely.  

Because somewhere there are Souls who still remember.  

And We will Not Forget.  We may Forgive.  Eventually.  But We will Not Forget.

And still the tears flowed.  And still they came.  

To this day I do not know how many.  

It could have been hundreds, it could have been thousands.

And they begged and they pleaded,

“Peace, We Want to be At Peace.  We Must be At Peace Within The Earth.  We must be Laid to Rest.  Please Help Us.  You can Help Us.”

And then I truly realised that these were not simply memories, of events past and gone.  But that these were Women, Souls tormented, trapped within this realm, unable to pass on, unable to rest because of the individual and collective traumas of their Deaths.

And suddenly the pressure was immense.  

I could feel Them pressing in on me from all sides, many, many souls, wailing and weeping, and begging for Peace.

I knew I needed help.

And He called Them immediately, 

“We need back-up!  Angelic Host, Mighty Seraphim, please come and assist us!  

We have many souls who are ready to pass through, and we need your help now!”

And a cool, gentle breeze started to blow in from all directions, meeting my knees and blowing up through and over my body, up and over my head, carrying Them with it.

And as They passed through and over me, carried by the Sacred Winds of the Angels, a Great Knowing was passed down to me.

It told me that this was happening because I had made a promise.  

It was also happening because I had been calling Them.  

Through the Webs of Wyrd I had been calling Them.  And They had been gathering.  Through the Waters They had travelled.  Since the Dark Moon two Moons since, when my boat Waterwitch was re-named and re-launched, They had been gathering.  

Because I had been calling to Them.  I thought I had simply been calling to Living Women.  Calling them to come to me if they wanted help in healing their pains and sorrows.  I hadn’t realised that I was calling The Dead as well.  

I thought I was doing some clever magical marketing for my healing business.  

I didn’t know that I was calling to The Dead.

And still they passed over me, still they passed through me, many, many Souls.

All the while, feeling still, their sorrows and their grief, whilst simultaneously, this Higher Knowledge spoke to me further.

It told me that this was necessary, this mass migration and Transition of Souls, these Souls for Ages, trapped and tormented, yet now the time was right for them to pass over, to rest and heal and then to prepare for the coming Planetary Transition.  

For the Goddess is Stirring, and Gathering Her Daughters.  

For the preservation of our Earth Mother, and for the survival of Humanity upon Her, these Souls are needed to return the Knowledge of the Old Ways.  

The Ways of Women.  

The Ways of Healing, of Honouring and Respecting Our Mother and Each Other.

And these ‘Witches’ shall return, healed and rejuvenated, to herald in a New Age of Love and Compassion, For All the Children of Mother Earth, the Animals and the Plants, the Oceans and the Soil, the People and for Spirit.

I was told that the Circle of Women who sat around me, supporting me and this vast portal for Soul Transition, were all connected in some way to this Karmic Release, and that we had all done good service to Our Mother today.

Gradually the cool breeze lessened, the pressure died down, and the emotional flood trickled to an end, and We Were All At Peace.

They had gone.

And I felt dirty.  Dirty inside and out.  Spiritually tainted.  

I yearned for a fast flowing waterfall to cleanse me of Their pain.  

I had to make do with a dribbly old shower, and I sat underneath it for a long time.  Aftershocks of emotion, combined with further memories, realisations and revelations washed over me sporadically for the next few days.

When I came out of the shower, I looked in the mirror, and there, clear as day was a handprint around my throat.  A perfect, bright red hand print.

Incarcerated.

Violated.

Strangled.  

The pattern of my life.  

And now I realised, not just this one.

Mistress, you Stalk Me, Silent as the Night,

And Suddenly you Roar and Pounce, 

Your Claws Tearing at My Flesh, 

Your Teeth Closing Round My Throat,

Then you Take Me into Death once More.