Journeys to Sedna

Here is the original, unedited version of an article I wrote for SageWoman magazine, which was published in the current “Wisdom of Water” issue, sent out at the end of December 2018.



She is the fingerless, (hu)man-hating, icy, Inuit goddess of the sea. She is the benthic “Big, Bad Woman” and the transfigured mother of marine mammals. Her palace is made of whale bones and lies beneath the bottom of the Arctic Ocean. She is the punisher of broken taboos and disrespect to nature.

It’s plain to see that Sedna is not a warm or welcoming goddess, but I felt her pull as strongly as a fly pulled to a porch light. No chthonic deity has ever really reached out to me, and it was no surprise that this was the one who finally did speak directly to me, as she is both an ocean and an underworld goddess. Indeed, the two are hardly separable.

The ocean – water itself – is everything. Not only in my personal spiritual practice but for all the world and her inhabitants, on all levels. It is life and death. Sedna is both Life and Death.

That woman down there beneath the sea
She wants to hide the seals from us.
These hunters in the dance house,
They cannot mend matters
They cannot mend matters.
Into the spirit world
Will go I,
Where no humans dwell.
Set matters right will I
Set matters right will I.

– central Arctic song (translated by James Archibald Houston)

Should too many of her sacred taboos be broken, should there be disrespect and abuse of nature and of women, Sedna would draw the seals and other sea creatures the People depended upon down to her palace. The shaman, or angakkuq, would then have a most unenviable task; he would need to journey down to her palace to set matters right, to appease her wrath and comfort her so that she would release the animals who would feed and clothe the village.

This was accomplished by combing out her hair, which became knotted and tangled when her laws were broken. Because her traitorous father chopped off her fingers (during the tragic event that would turn her into a goddess) she was unable to do it for herself. If, for whatever reason, the angakkuq failed to appease her, he could be lost to her abyssal graveyard forever.

When I first began to learn about Sedna, I immediately related with her and her story, and I felt that she was summoning me. At first this was somewhat intimidating, as she is not very welcoming of visitors in the best of times. However, she indeed was the one calling me. Loudly. Her taboos and all manner of natural laws have been broken to bits for ages now, countless crimes against nature, women and all life sending her into a constant rage, yet no angakkuit have been coming to see her, not like they used to.

By my own earthly, given name was she calling, specifically the literal meaning of that Welsh name – “Protector of the Sea”.

Will you live up to that name?” she seemed to be asking.

I don’t know how long a pre-Christian Inuit angakkuq would train and prepare to even be able to make the journey to Sedna, but I did learn that female angakkuit, while rare, were typically much more powerful than males. Perhaps this aided me in my efforts, but it still took no fewer than three tries – three separate journeys – to make it to and into Adlivun to commune directly with Sedna.

The first journey took me to the Arctic and showed me the path down to her palace. It consisted of three obstacles beginning with a whirlpool on the frigid ocean surface. This was the portal down into the sea, deep into the darkness, until reaching a long, deep trench that must be followed and then penetrated to reach an even deeper, darker sea. Then, even from a distance, it was clear what the final test was; the classic beast at the threshold; a dark, looming silhouette against the phosphorescent glow the massive whalebone arches.

The second journey, still consisting of entering through the whirlpool, down to the trench and through it to the underworld, took me closer to the guardian at the palace door. It resembled a huge, terrifying yet beautiful three-headed woman with the lower body of a dragon or sea serpent.

The guardian told me that to enter the whalebone gates and speak to Sedna, I would need to make a third journey, this time returning with a Venus Comb murex. A Venus Comb (Murex pecten) is a seashell, so named for the dramatic spines all around it’s exceptionally long siphonal canal.

Since spring of 2017 I have been studying Michelle Hanson’s Ocean Oracle: a 200-card oracle deck featuring 200 different seashells and the meanings that she has received from them over decades of both biological study and meditation.

I have also had the pleasure of frequently corresponding with her via email, as she does with students taking her certification course, developing a friendship as well as a student-teacher relationship. She lives only two states away from me and when she learned she’d be stopping very nearby on her way North, we planned on meeting in person for the first time.

It was shortly after this that I had made the second journey and was told to come back with the murex. Michelle had emailed me, asking if there were any particular shells I would want to see when we met, and I replied listing several favorites.

I tried my luck a bit further, asking if she happened to have an extra Venus Comb I could buy or borrow. At first, she replied saying she unfortunately had only the one in her personal collection that she used for readings.

She then asked if I wouldn’t mind explaining why I needed it, wondering if using the card from the deck (which also bears the shells energy and is useful in various workings) would suffice. I related my journey and my instructions to bring back a real one and she agreed that, in this case, the picture alone would not do.

It was not only, as I understood it, a test of devotion for me to find and return with one. It would also be the token and tool by which I would complete my version of the angakkuq’s task of combing Sedna’s hair and communing with her.

Not two days after Michelle’s initial response and referral to a website where I could try to buy one, she wrote back again with surprising news. She remembered some boxes in her basement which contained several other “extra” shells and happened to find among them a beautiful Venus Comb murex that she didn’t even know she had.

We met shortly after that, and she presented me not only with the near-perfect Venus Comb, but a handful of precious shell gifts (all deliberately chosen for me for their meanings), most of which now rest under the gaze of a mermaid goddess on my ocean altar.

The third journey down to Sedna was one of the quickest and easiest, and the imposing but familiar guardian was immediately accepting of me and my murex.

In her guidebook, “Ocean Oracle: What Seashells Reveal About Our True Nature”, Michelle describes the meaning of the Venus Comb as “healthy self-centeredness, self-love, focusing on one’s needs, discovering and living one’s truth”.

This meaning was echoed in the energy I felt attach itself to the shell once I took it to Sedna. It is now not only symbolic of an actual comb to repair her gnarled hair (an act which itself is both literal and symbolic) and a powerful key to her realm and the understanding she imparts. It’s also a token of love for Sedna and the Earth, and of self-love.

Sedna knew her self-worth when she left an unhappy and misleading marriage, even though that only led to another disaster in which her father turned from rescuer to executioner. But even that final struggle and heartbreak transformed her into a mighty goddess forever.

It is only when we truly know and love ourselves, and honor our personal truths, that we can learn to have divine love for our precious planetary mother and stand up to defend her. But it is only through Earth itself – spirit, nature and magic – that we come to know ourselves.

So, the answer is always to return home, and to ourselves; return to the Great Mother and nurture that which nurtures us, completing the sacred circle.



© 2018 Meredith Everwhite – All Rights Reserved

featured image: Sedna from The Goddess Oracle deck by Amy Sophia Marashinsky

15° Scorpio: The Real Samhain, Part II

Still waters run deep as the life raising powers of the Sun decline, the magnetic force of the Underworld exerts a compulsive pull on the waters of life and sap falls back down to its lowest level. Life has no choice but to follow it – into the mysteries of the dark. Old forms decompose in chilly autumnal rains, whose waters of death enable the decay that releases essential elements into the cauldron of rebirth, creating the compost that will nourish next year’s growth. Life is fed by death.

from the Astrocal 2017 Moon Diary

 

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© M. Everwhite 2017

 

Exactly five hours after the Sun reaches 15° Scorpio, and almost an hour after the waning Moon enters Cancer, Venus completes this year’s watery Samhain trio when she enters Scorpio. This feminine, mysterious transit echoes Persephone’s annual descent into the Underworld, where she resides with her husband Hades for a third of the year.

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Persephone (Latin: Proserpina) was also titled Kore or Cora, meaning “the Maiden”, and was the daughter of the harvest goddess Demeter and Zeus. She is a death aspect of the Triple Moon-goddess along with Hera, Circe and Hecate, and thus has long been an important goddess to witches. She is also one of the original chthonic deities.

The term “chthonic” (THON-ik) means “of or relating to the underworld”, literally “underground” in Greek, and particularly applies to the death gods and goddesses of Greek religion. Persephone is one of many Life-Death-Life deities who embody the cycles of death and rebirth and bear multiple complicated aspects.

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“Cemetery Among the Cypress” Vasily Polenov 1897

There is a duality to Persephone’s nature, however, as an agricultural and spring-time goddess through her mother, Demeter, and as a chthonic goddess due to her marriage to Hades, who abducted her into his realm. Demeter, distraught and enraged over this, seized the land in a wintry grip and refused to let any crops grow until she was reunited with her daughter.

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Though Hades eventually gave in to Zeus’ demands that he return Persephone, he had already tricked her into eating several pomegranate seeds; once one has consumed any food or drink in the underworld, they are obliged to remain forever.

However, even the Lord of Death never was completely unreasonable, nor “evil” (though understandably feared and considerably taboo), and therefore a compromise was reached in the form of Persephone dwelling for a third of the year in the underworld with Hades, and the rest of the year above with her mother, when the earth would be warm and abundant again.

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“Hades” 16th century, artist unknown

The Sabian symbol for the 15th degree of Scorpio (where the Sun will be shortly after midnight, officially marking Samhain) is…

“Children playing around five mounds of sand”

This immediately made me think of children playing up above in the realm of the living on Halloween night, the five mounds of sand mirroring the five churning rivers below, in the realm of the dead. Perhaps the five mounds of sand are even at the beach, where Venus (or Aphrodite) was born out of the waves on a scallop shell, as Venus now joins the illuminating Sun in dark Scorpio.

Venus and Persephone are feminine beauty, youth, agelessness, divinity, sensuality and fertility. The juxtaposition of these qualities to death and decay may seem counter-intuitive, but it only more fully serves to demonstrate and even personify the inherent duality and cyclical nature of life and death, and that death feeds life. There is beauty in life and in death, beauty in rest and decomposition of that which has been, and the beauty of the hope and potential of the fertile seed that has yet to blossom.

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“Venus Verticordia” by Dante Gabriel Rosetti 1868

The Norse goddess Freya is often compared to Venus/Aphrodite, being a goddess of love, beauty, sexuality and having great magical and psychic abilities, but she also has a considerable dark side, journeying between realms, including the underworld, and claiming half of those slain in battle.

Death, the underworld and the autumn season in general are already commonly associated with the Classical element and energy of Water; the Greek Underworld itself contains five converging rivers, including the famous Styx (who is also a goddess) which is the border between the land of the living and the land of the dead.

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“Dream of a Memory” by Sabin Balasa

There are many death deities that are also specifically associated with Water, even dwelling in physical water. Sedna is one of the most prominent of such deities, being the Inuit goddess of the sea and Queen of the Underworld, Adlivun.

(Read more about Sedna here)

Sedna also offers an appropriate lesson to reflect on for this time of year, as illustrated in “Women Who Run With the Wolves” by Clarissa Pinkola Estés. She parallels her tale describing the archetypal “Skeleton Woman” aspect of all women, to Sedna…

“In the opening motif – that of a woman lying under the ocean – Skeleton Woman is similar to Sedna, a Life/Death/Life figure from Inuit mythology. Sedna is the great deformed creation goddess who lives in the Inuit underworld.

Like the father in the fairy tale “The Handless Maiden,” Sedna’s father chopped off her hands. Her fingers and limbs sank to the bottom of the sea, where they became fish* and seals and other life forms that sustained the Inuit ever after.

What was left of Sedna sank to the bottom of the sea. There she became all bones and long, long hair. In the Inuit rite, earthbound shamans swim down to her, bringing peace-food…
The shamans comb her long, long hair while singing to her, begging her to heal the soul or body of a person above…

A part of every woman and every man resists knowing that in all love relationships Death must have her share. We pretend we can love without our illusions about love dying, pretend we can go on without our superficial expectations dying, pretend we can progress and that our favorite flushes and rushes will never die.
But in love, psychically, everything becomes picked apart, everything. The ego does not want it to be so. Yet it is how it is meant to be, and the person of a deep and wildish nature is undeniably drawn to the task.”

* – while Estés suggests that fishes are among the creatures which were born from Sedna’s severed limbs, traditionally (and logically) it is only marine mammals (warm-blooded, like Sedna) that were considered to have come from her.

Coming tomorrow, Nov. 7 – special Samhain Oracle Reading channeling Persephone and using Christopher Butler’s new Healing Light Tarot


© 2017 M. Everwhite – All Rights Reserved

featured image: “Proserpine” by Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1874

References:
http://www.theoi.com/Khthonios/Persephone.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persephone#Abduction_myth
Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estés
http://www.alwaysastrology.com/sabian-symbols.html