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"I have a message for all of you from Agnes Whistling Elk. i closed my eyes and remembered my beautiful elder teacher as She was looking at the passing water of a stream. She had begun to speak very quietly. i said, i will repeat her words. As we women are related to the water, it is good to be near moving water during your moon. We are born of the first words of the first mother. We are of the void and we carry the void. Our blood is her body. It is sacred. It is said she was born of the water and the earth, and that is why your blood shall return to the earth and your spirit to the waters of the sacred dream. Her power shall be honored over all the earth, and all men shall know her as the beginning. And now that you have transformed your body into the womb time, take care that your blood seed of our first mother is welcomed in a sacred way, for it is of her body. Her flesh has been burned that you may be given life. Her smoke will bring wisdom to your way. Smoke is a gift from the first mother's heart. Bless her memory, for she lives within you. When you eat, it is she who eats. When you smoke, it is she who takes your message to the faraway. When you bleed, it is she who bleeds. And when you hold your blood, hold your newfound power, for you now are the great women of wise~blood. When you hold your blood it is she who holds her blood. When you give your body to be divided in love, let all parts of you be in her name so that her love can be complete on this great earth. We looked at each other and hugged one another, our eyes full of tears and wonder for the beauty of Agnes’s words and gifts to us. Finally, together, we walked sunwise around the room, the direction of power, and taking our torches that we had left in the holders, i lit them and we moved out of the sacred chamber and back up the tunnel leading again through darkness. This time i walked behind the women, picking up the trail, putting out the candles in the niches as i walked until we reached daylight, the light at the end of the tunnel. Indeed the whole night had passed, and it was dawn and the beginning of a new life for each of us."
-- Lynn V. Andrews in "Woman on the Edge of Two Worlds"