I started last summer reading a book from Peter Wohlleben, Das geheime Leben der Baueme, now already translated to English with the name Hidden life of trees, what they feel and how they communicate that I deeply advise...... and in one of its chapters it tells how nowadays is scientifically proven that all the trees in the forest communicate with each other through their roots with the help of Fungi (arbuscular micorhiza is called in the science academic world).... absolutely amazing news for someone like me a plant biologist and fan of the forest!!! .... some time after reading this I find the following tale from Ximena Noemí. Isn´t that interesting?
By the way I read it at our first RedTent Event last friday the 13th January!



Mujer Árbol: A tale of why women have a womb

"Silencio, la tierra va a dar a luz un Árbol." Vicente Huidobro


It tells a very old story, of which not many remember, nor of which many do not speak, that before the appearance of humans with two legs on the earth, all women, before being women were trees , And such as these, had roots that made them one with mother earth, long and dry hands made of trunks and barks, and long hair that covered themselves with leaves, flowers, fruits and birds that sang in spring.

They lived in the most beautiful corners, they were fed by the sun, the water and the wind, and they were never alone, surrounded by all the creatures of the forest, earthly as well as magical as you can imagine.They were guarded and nurtured the wisest tree of all, which they called "the grandmother tree," a tree so but so old that it knew all the secrets about life and death, and whenever a woman tree of any place of the world was ill she communicated with the grandmother through her roots to heal.

The tree women had magical powers, they communicated without using words, they moved the elements without having hands and they could feel all the beings of the nature through the deep network that formed with their roots under the earth.

One day long after two-legged humans landed on Earth, something happened and the times of war, death and destruction began, some say because of ambition for kingdoms, power and riches. It was a terrible time, where many tree women were turned into wood and burned as a way to generate heat. In order to keep their daughters alive, the grandmother tree allowed them to uproot and have feet so they could run and hide away from danger. Thus the tree women had to learn to walk and to survive for themselves, in return they would lose their roots and their connection to mother earth and all the beings that inhabited it, this caused them tremendous pain and sadness, but this was the only way Survive and preserve the tradition of women's tree.

Who told me this story says that many centuries passed until the war for the kingdoms ended, in that many women died tree of sadness because they could not stand the loneliness and uprooting, others forgot who they were, so they learned to live With those of two legs losing their powers and magical abilities. However, there was another group of female trees that were distributed throughout the world and despite their separation they promised never to stop being themselves and to preserve in their deepest DNA memory everything they learned from the grandmother tree. Thus this group of women promised to meet and rediscover themselves in all subsequent lives, keeping very well kept the secret of their origins and powers.

So too the grandmother, desiring never again to separate herself from this forest of maidens and in an act of deep love for her daughters, blessed all women with a tree in her womb, and this tree was transformed into what is now our womb. Thus all women can regain their roots to mother earth by nurturing all their love, for the uterus is their anchoring to their true essence. From him is the way to recover the most primordial reason of being a woman. And the wonderful thing about grandmother tree's blessing is whether or not we have a physical uterus, we will always have an energetic uterus that no one can ever snatch from us.

This is a very, very old story, however many say that in these times the grandmother tree is making a loud and clear call to her daughters. This is how when you embrace the oldest tree in the forest and support your ear in its trunk, it will tell you the secrets of the tree women, fill you with all your love and give you all your ancestral medicine. And you will never be disconnected from the grandmother tree again. Your uterus will regain its roots and you will walk forever anchored to the earth. End

Every woman who today can feel an ancestral wound and an unexplained deep emotional void is a sign that she has made conscious the loss of her ancestral root to mother earth and grandmother tree. The way to recover the joy, the sense of existence and the love for being a woman is to re-rooting the uterus to the earth, this is to become aware that we are women tree and in every moment there is an invisible net under our feet that we Connects countless ancestral memories. When a woman is bleeding from her belly, she makes this ancestral loss totally conscious, which is why there is sadness, emptiness and the feeling that something is missing. When a man makes love with a woman, he can feel for an instant the ecstasy of being in connection and unity with the whole.

    You must know that from our feet grow invisible roots that connect us with a great net, a great Body energetic, which are all living beings on earth, however you must activate these roots that will connect you to other women, men, animals, insects, vegetables, minerals and elements. For our uterus is connected to an even larger uterus, the primal uterus, which is the one that has given life from the beginning of time to everything known and unknown. Rooting our uterus also has a lot to do with recovering the consciousness and wisdom of the earth, consciously menstruating and respecting life in every way. Any physical or energetic uterus that remains without this connection to the mother earth will be suspended in the void and will cause the woman who carries it to feel dry and lifeless. To recover the root consciousness of the uterus is to return to the primeval meaning of life. With love for all those who still do not find the meaning of their existence, as a woman I came to experience this emptiness for a long time in my life. When I first rooted my uterus to the ground, I came back to feel alive and remembered many memories of pain that my ancestors had pierced me and that I had to transmute. I understood that there is an ancestral wound that we all carry, that to heal it, it is important for women to unite and remember all our stories and in it the magic that inhabits us. Only in this way will Mother Earth also be able to heal her wound, and men will be able to accompany us and be guardians of this evolution.

By Ximena Noemí Avila Hernández

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Women are ready.

Changes in our culture are necessary and the women are going to build infrastructure for our lives that includes support for our womanhood journey.

We have created in Berlin a place for us where we can meet each other and at the very same time take care of ourselves and one another. It is time to create change at the very fiber of our cultures that will help build good relations. The Red Tent Temple Movement raises up a Red Tent in our local villages, cities and towns for us to honor our blood cycles and womanhood journeys. And the Red Tent Temple offers women a state of beingness rather than our continual doing mode. How about not do anything for a few hours? Or seeing what happens when we don’t have a plan or a direction? Are we keeping ourselves busy so we don’t feel? Where are we hiding in our busyness that may speak to our hearts when we finally take time to slow down? And most importantly as the world around us begins to shake we are growing a firm foundation of connections locally of wisewomen who are gathering in our tents sharing support and wisdom on our womanhood journeys.

The Red Tent Temple Movement is a way for women to take our inner momentum, that feeling like the time is now and come forward with everything we are as women and give us a place to incubate, dream, slow down, and not have an agenda or plan. And simultaneously much is waiting for us in this not knowing place but we need to make time for the empty space. It is also not only empty space but woman space where we can share stories, laughter, songs, food and honor our unique cycles that we experience each month in our bleeding time and in our going through menopause and the many years leading up to it.

We are looking for another way, a way that is more consistent with our actual rhythms, cycles and ways of being in relationship to each other that support, foster and give us strength and courage. Here in the Red Tent we can journal, rest, receive or give energy work, draw, read, share or listen to women’s wisdom in the stories we share. We cook one another food and drink teas for our wombs and bellies.

Inside the Red Tent Temples we give ourselves time to remember who we are at our very core, honoring that to do that remembering we must turn from our identities and roles towards the innermost temple of our own hearts. Come into the Red Tent Temple and stop for a breath and to be in your body. In the quiet and sometimes celebratory company of wonderful women, feel. In what you feel, there is much that is waiting for you.

It is time. The women are ready to co-create a vision in the societies we live in and make a place among us where women are honored by honoring our own unique journeys of womanhood. A place for our elders and our young women. A place for us to come alive. Who knows where it will lead us? Women who are part of this important grassroots movement may never know what an important role they will play by bringing this into our culture at large. Now we are learning how. Join us in a revolutionary act. It is more than a woman’s circle. It is a deep learning process of unlearning the busy and finding the moment.

 

 Red Tent Event in Berlin 2017 

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