In Greek Mythology Medusa (“guardian, protector”) was a monster, a Gorgon, generally described as a winged human female with a hideous face and living venomous snakes in place of hair. Gazers on her face would turn to stone. Most sources describe her as the daughter of Phorcys and Ceto, though the author Hyginus makes Medusa the daughter of Gorgon and Ceto. According to Hesiod and Aeschylus, she lived and died on an island named Sarpedon, somewhere near Cisthene. The 2nd-century BCE novelist Dionysios Skytobrachion puts her somewhere in Libya, where Herodotus had said the Berbers originated her myth, as part of their religion.
In the myths Medusa was beheaded by Perseus, who thereafter used her head, which retained its ability to turn onlookers to stone, as a weapon until he gave it to the goddess Athena to place on her shield. In classical antiquity the image of the head of Medusa appeared in the evil-averting device known as the Gorgoneion.
Before reading this channeled piece of writing, please sit in a quiet place. When you read these words they activate deep in your psyche re-remembering of deep cell memory. Stories hold the key to our subconscious world and they bypass our conscious in order to go deeper within our psyche. This has a more lasting effect and also helps us uncover truth within ourselves. You the reader are the main character in this story. These sacred stories send you into a deep meditative state that connect you to the Divine within yourself and unlock deep mysteries within.
Sitting in front of the mirror combing my hair in preparation for sleep. A soft breeze is flowing through the window. As I gaze half asleep, half awake at my reflection in the mirror. I see snakes appearing from my head in my reflection. Startled I drop the comb and touch my hair and head and I am my own normal self. I look again in the reflection and again I see snakes, slithering from my head. I look around behind the mirror and in the room there is nothing that could be causing this reflection. I rub my eyes and I question myself. Could I be dreaming or imagining? I turn myself away from the mirror and I decide to lie down on the bed, as I’m walking over to the bed, I hear a voice strong and loud;
‘Do not walk away from me!’
In shock, I again look into the mirror. Now I see clearly that it is a face, although still hard to distinguish fully, I can clearly see the snakes hissing around her. My heart is racing as I try and find some idea in my mind about what is happening and what to do, but before I can act I feel a hand gripping me strongly and pulling me into the mirror. I struggle, but I am overpowered. I am pulled into a vortex of some kind. I can feel energy swirling around and all I can hear is the loud beating of my heart in anxiety to what is awaiting me on the other side. I am in this void for quite some time just falling. I close my eyes very tightly so as to spare me from some horror, which I may encounter. Eventually I open my eyes slowly as curiosity overrides my fear. There is darkness and I see nothing more, even with my eyes open. Eventually I start to feel the speed at which my body is moving is slowing and I come to a stop. I find I am in some kind of underground tunnel and I move towards the light.
As I walk towards what I feel is an entrance or exit to upper ground I hear the voice again;
‘Why are you walking towards the light, does the darkness frighten you that much?’
I turn towards the voice and step back in sheer panic as there in front me is a hideous form, feminine in stature, with huge wings and snakes with piercing eyes and forked tongues in place of hair. I tremble with fear as she walks closer to me. I step backwards, so terrified that my body becomes frozen to the spot. I am unable even to run.
‘You too are taken by my form and I see, and are not able to look beyond this,’ she points at her body and looks away in sadness.
Surprised by her demeanour, my fear is again overturned by my curiosity as I walk towards her. As I get closer I see her tears and my heart softens. I reach out to her and ask;
‘What happened to you?’
She turns to look straight at me, her eyes as if boulders of fire. To my bewilderment she laughs; her fearsome fanged teeth sharp and glistening.
‘I see that you are not afraid any more.’ She turns her head slightly away from me. In the dim light I could see the scar where her head had been severed. I feel tears flowing from my eyes as I feel her sadness and pain.
She looks at me. ‘I know that I had not made a mistake calling you here to me. I called you here, so that you could put across my story. Who I am.’
‘Are you not Medusa?’ I ask in astonishment.
She smiles and replies. ‘Yes I am dearest, but do you actually know who I am? All that has been written about me is untruth. It was told so that fear and hatred could be instilled about me. So that women would forget the power and potency that lies within them, so that they could become meek and subservient. Under the misconception that they are less than men and somehow inferior. All lies, all lies.’
She yells and screams with anger flowing through her, I stand back as she vents this anger, and although she looks terrifying I am not afraid. I stand with the knowing that she is not some terrible creature and her anger is not aimed at me. She is deeply wounded and all those scars are just not visible, they run deeper than the surface of her being.
We find a rock where the under chamber is dimly lit and we sit. I sit next to her and I wrap my arms around her disfigured form. We both sob in each other’s arms and I wipe her tears from her scarred and wounded face. Underneath the scars I catch glimpses of a beauty that once was.
When she has again regained her demeanor, she turns to look at me in the dimly lit cavern her eyes are like smoldering fire balls. She begins to speak to me softly.
‘I called you here my dearest, as those men and women who are led to this activation, will be awoken from the illusion of conflict. Myths hold great power, the ancients knew this and encoded myths with activation that kept them alive for eons just through word of mouth even. Those who wanted power and control distorted these myths, so that they could distort the coding and therefore the effects on the raising of human consciousness would not be the same. These distorted myths have created great confusion in the human consciousness and with this confusion, humans are weaker, less likely to unite. In division and struggle they are easier to manipulate by those who know this knowledge, giving them power and control over masses. Dividing man from woman, culture and religion all a ploy to divide and rule over the masses.’
‘The sacred myths in all ancient cultures all over world were encoded, so that they could activate human memory to remember the greatness of human potential. To re- remember the oneness of all creation. These myths helped give humans the tools so that they could observe or aspire to become the Gods and Goddess figures, and gain insight through their own trials and tribulations all the while strengthening their connection, to source energy and regaining the lost part of themselves the fragmented part of themselves. Like putting together a part of a puzzle, and in turn being able to access part of their senses, that they lost through the fall of humanity. Becoming the Divine in nature that they aspire to be. However due to the myths and sacred stories being distorted, they cannot find this part of themselves, unless they come away from formal structured religions and cultural norms, that have stemmed from these distorted myths. Those that tap straight into source relying on their own initiative and intuition, will be able to gain those fragmented parts of themselves and regain the senses. As you already know you once had more than 365 senses, but through the condition of the magnetism of Earth shifting, the conditions for raising human consciousness to that level was not possible. However those that remembered and were the keepers of their ancient knowledge, tried to put the codes into sacred sites and texts that were either destroyed or hidden. These ancient people were killed, so it wasn’t till another eon when the human consciousness could be raised to that level, through the change in the magnetism of the Earth. That those souls who had the knowledge could start to re –remember, and awaken parts of themselves and in turn help to awaken others.’
She looked at me with longing, ‘This is why I have called you here dearest, you are one of those that is helping others awaken, and therefore I wanted to tell you my story. So that you could re-tell my story to those who want to listen and receive the activation that is coded within it, as with all the myths of ancient times.’
‘Of course I will write your story dear Goddess, I know you have suffered and I want to know myself what happened?’ I exclaim, with trepidation.
She begins, ‘I was a living in the region which is now modern day Libya with my sisters Stheno and Euryale. I was revered for both my beauty and my strength and my priestess’s held much power, the Amazonian women that revered me were strong and able. They performed sacred acts of sexuality and connected with divine masculine. I was known as the serpent Goddess because of my raising of the kundalini and the power opening the higher chakras. My male counterpart was Atlas as you know even today, the bone that holds your shoulders above the spine is called the Atlas bone, and by connecting the masculine to the feminine energy the kundalini of the spine, with the Atlas bone, there is fusion in the brain and the higher chakra and senses. From the opening of these chakras consciousness can be raised and lost senses re-awakened.’
‘Men who wanted to take advantage of woman were afraid to do so, because they would envisage my wrath upon them. Due to my power and influence I was targeted by those that wanted to control the masses, through crushing the feminine energy this was done. As the power of the dark forces became more prevalent. It was difficult to maintain the level of strength, as even my own temples became infiltrated by those whose egos had grown with wanting power. These were both men and women, and so my secrets were distributed to those who wanted to destroy me through my own priestesses. Because of this betrayal, I was then raped by Poseidon, so as to make an example out of me. Lies were told to Athena about what had happened, Athena was given some kind of potion which destroyed her ability to see beyond the veils. Through giving her this potion they diminished her power and she became the pawn of the dark forces, and a way of suppressing the feminine power. Her own priestesses had also betrayed her and given away sacred secrets of Athena to the dark forces. Athena placed a spell on me and turned me permanently into the face of terror that I had held, yet I had many faces and this one used to protect the feminine. However this was used against me and women through propaganda.’
‘When Perseus beheaded me I was stripped of my powers through my betrayal, even still my head had power, my blood created the red sea. The Pegasus flew out of my body, because I somehow was able to send my sacred knowledge, through Pegasus and the Unicorns about the fusion of sacred masculine and feminine energy. Atlas tried to help my sisters, but by weakening him through grief of my loss, they turned him to stone with my head. To this day we could not be separated as in the stones of the Atlas Mountain, there are remnants of me. The stone holds very high vibrations and for activating the re awakening of human consciousness.’
‘All this destruction was done to sever the link between men and women, the link of masculine and feminine energy. The Goddess was stripped of her dignity, power and reduced to a two dimensional fragment of herself. This myth was then circulated to the masses, to fragment them from within and therefore to rule over the masses. Yet somehow I still survived the eons of distortion for despite the attempts to destroy me. Even to this day I am a symbol of protection, my head is on many temples and cities. Many people still use the eye of Medusa to protect them from evil. Women have used me as a symbol of their rage and been able to tap into my energy. I am here to help all who want enlightenment. To balance the Earth energy, and to reinstate the balance between masculine and feminine, God and Goddess once again. This is the only way forward for the human consciousness.’
‘I am asking all those that read my words to hold me in their heart, this will activate the energy that will unlock part of themselves, they will once again re- remember. This will help to create a wave of awakening in others as this energy touches all they come into contact with, consciously or subconsciously. It will act as a catalyst for growth. The union of masculine and feminine energy within, the union of Medusa and Atlas, the Kundalini with the Atlas bone the fusion of energy awakening and activating higher chakras and in turn awakening senses, that have been forgotten and long lost.’
With these words she turns to me and whispers an ancient tongue in my ear, the words echo vibrating through my every cell as if awakening those parts that are in slumber. My Soul understood what my mind could never decipher.
She touches my head and exclaims, ‘You are now ready, I bid you farewell dearest and I bow to your courage and compassion to meet and listen to me and my story. I will always protect you, if you need me, call on me for I am never far from you, even though your mind may try to convince you so.’
We walked together to a portal of light and she embraces me and kisses my forehead, her terrifying form evaporating into a mother full of love for her child. As I step into the portal I am transported back into my room with the blink of an eye.
The Ritual: Loving the Monster Within
To embrace the Medusa within, on a dark night light a candle and hold it near the mirror. Look into your eyes until you can see the serpents hissing around you. When that happens send out love to the serpents instead of fearing them. Listen to the message that you hear whether that be through a voice, through dreams afterwards or symbols, or feelings. Do not discount that you will have connected with Medusa energy. What is she telling you? listen deep within to her message?
Her energy may bring up unresolved feelings of abandonment, helplessness, and feeling grotesque in form. It may bring out all that you hold in yourself. Those feelings of inadequacy, feeling that you are ugly or deformed, unlovable. If any part of your body calls out to you through this connection with Medusa. Embrace that part of the body, and ask it what does it want to tell you? Listen to the message.
Connecting with Medusa will help you connect with the unhealed part of self. The shadow the darkness, the fear that you are somehow a monster. These are all ways of keeping you from your state of Divinity or pureness of beauty regardless of the physical form. Medusa will help unlock those feelings that have been paralyzing for you. If you have been wronged and want to tell your story. She encourages you retell your story.
If you could re write your life story how would it be? How would it be different to what is happening in your life right now? Or has happened in your past that you regret has impacted on your life presently?
Remember precious ones take good care of yourselves and ask Medusa to take care of you. She is protector and Mother. If you would like to have individualized support in this process and would like to uncover your individual connection with your past life, or your connection to Medusa then contact Layla at Surya Therapy.
©Written and Channelled by Layla at Surya Therapy
Dale Rogers geologist originally discovered in the Atlas Mountains five years ago this miraculous find has undergone a three year excavation and preparation period. Discovered in the Moroccan Atlas Mountains, several dozen tons of rock were cleared to expose the original ammonite framework. Over eight tons of sheer rocks were transported from the mountaintop to the nearest dirt track – impassable by car – over 7km away. A feat achieved by meticulously fragmenting the rock, so as not to damage the ammonites, and all carefully carried downhill by camels.
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