This post is written intuitively, some research on intuitive presentation and with harmonic grid intelligence through my felt knowing of the grid, symbols, as well as ancient wisdom through my ancestral and soul lineages. Again, it is written with heart and is meant to be read with heart. Not all words are for the mind; some are for the body. I also do not carry all ancestral lineages that will be spoken of in this post, and do not claim to. The ones that I do carry in my blood and am still returning to the wisdom of are Nordic, Anglo-Saxon & Germanic, Celtic, Druidic, a passing thread of East Asian and Cherokee ancestry, as well as codes passed through land stewardship, not of blood but of connection. Intuitively, my totem has been shown as the White Bear, although I am still putting that puzzle together.

This piece is more about sharing the process than weaving a perfect story.

This work is not about bloodline entitlement or land claim. It is about resonance, relationship, and restoration, and weaving the field in unity again.

Seasonal Rhythm of the Cisterns

There are moments when the cisterns below that hold time and memory of origin open, rise more fluidly through body, heart, mind, to move with your waters, awaken your memory and songs.

The Origin Nodes of the Cisterns, or embodiment nodes, are where memory of the Earth’s collective field prefragmentation undistorted wait to sound back.

There are times when the veil is thinner, when the Style is stronger, or when the Cisterns of memory are louder.

Times when ancestry awakens, when the stars shine, and the moon is met as a partner.

These are days that many attune to through the wheel of the year, cross-quarter days, Solar thresholds, and lunar tides. Days that not only mark the seasonal thresholds, the union between them, but also days when the Sky meets the Earth in full, when you listen to what both are saying through the wind and water.

The return of the Sistra journeys follow the moon, the energetic paths of the Full Moon, and restoration of the eye beyond sight, the spring tides when the Cisterns meet us more fully.

The seasonal points of the year are when the Cistern most long to return, most fragmented, or holding the most knowing ask to be seen.

And to illustrate the power, the meaning, the return of the Cisterns, I will share with you the arc of the year, asking to rise now.

In an Instagram post, I intuitively mentioned that the collective memory has experienced diasporic fragments. My body knew what this meant, my mind knew the importance, but the how and why are still being revealed.

I will say what I know now is that those who feel resonance with the Origin harmonic — the keepers of ancestral memory fields —while some of them still hold their traditions — the codes of Earth tending have scattered across generations, migration, and time — like seeds carried by the wind.

They do not need to come back to the place of their origin nodes for rooting and living, but sounding the node, feeling the rhythm in their bones, awakening the nodes, returning to the place, whether physically or through conscious attunement, allows them to be cultivated and harvested, circulated and woven in the collective field the way the Earth wishes.

By diaspora, I do not mean ownership or claim, but the scattering of memory fields through migration, survival, rupture, and adaptation.

This is the map I carry, of feeling the symbols and hearing the call of the Earth, how they map to alchemical embodiment and the awakening of the Mother and her return to the One Mother.

Update from the Path

I didn’t expect to present seasonal alignments around the equinoxes and solstices for the Sistra Path because I feel that wheel is already turning.

I have mentioned previously that the Return of the Sistra is half of the same purpose of the Yo Soy Alkhemia path, stewarded by Matías De Stefano. I have also shared the differences in what I call Stellium/Style nodes and Cistern nodes.

Sometimes the map for each type is different, flowing through geometric grid lines; sometimes they are the same. Sometimes they require one role or function, sometimes they require both at the same time or in energetic intention.

I am not speaking for someone else’s map, but sharing my own.

My path has always been more deeply aligned with the Lunar rhythm and threshold or cross-quarter points when the veil thins.

However, these seasonal points through the cisterns still ask to be shared, to be witnessed and resounded, and I welcome partnership from multiple sources and collaboration if it aligns.

I have submitted an alliance request to Yo Soy for energetic alignment and shared awareness that is pending a response.

I don’t have anything planned for these points yet; I don’t know what will be called through me. But I do know what the possibilities are, and when they crystallize, I will call you to join me, either virtually through the Cistern Circle or in-person.

March Equinox - Spring - Convening of the Mothers

Tehuacán - Oaxaca - Balsas River Valley, Mexico

For the spring we return to the “cradle of corn,” where the universal sustainer or universal mother of life was first cultivated in many forms and colors.

This is the origin point of corn, 9,000 years ago, maize, the “sustainer of life” that branched out from the central valleys of Mexico to nurture and mother many indigenous communities of the Americas, providing connection to the roots of the tree of life, to sacred knowing and relational care — An understanding that was lost to time.

Zea Mays or Maize, corn of different varieties and colors, were born in Mexico and can be a wonder in itself.

Zea Mays, as language is also a wonder.

Zea is from the Greek “zeia” from a root of “to live” or life-giving.

Mays come from “mahiz” in the Taíno language of the Caribbean, which is interpreted as “life-giving seed” or even more wondrously, “mother of all.”

Corn here is not a commodity, not just a dietary staple, but a relational connection to the living force of the earth. “Maize has heart” or soul is a phrase you may hear in indigenous Oaxaca communities of the Zapotec, a phrase that highlights the covenant of care between sacred sustenance from earth and their circles.

If you care for corn, it will care for you; if corn is sacred to you, your body is sacred to them.

Corn in many Mesoamerican and native communities is a symbol of community, identity, the divine, ritual, and holds initiatory significance.

For the spring equinox, this Universal Mother, this consciousness of sacred sustenance asks to be met just as the seeds are planted, for the wisdom of relational nourishment, provision and land tending to rise again.

And we will see her return at the beginning of the fall when she is ripe and ready to shed.

Memory of Water & Alchemical Wisdom

The Tehuacán valley is part of the birthplace of Maize and Zea Mays but its water holds more than that.

The alchemical path of transmutation and transduction can be felt here, through the geography of Tehuacán and Oaxaca and their sacred language.

These valleys are home to sacred springs and crystalline fortresses of memory, to mountains of time and rivers of seasons passing.

Tehuacán is even famous for its hot mineral springs, which are now part of the water used by large American corporations.

But to the indigenous tongues, Tehuacán is the valley of the gods, place of the divine waters, and place of the stone.

Oaxaca, too, is fortified with majestic sites of mineral springs, some crystallized in stillness until they awaken again.

These springs, these stones, and the gold beneath them hold ancient knowing and memory of the land’s season, rhythm of her becoming, and the sacred wisdom that allows you to be through time.

The divine waters rise; the stone brings the vibration of memory, but it is Oaxaca that turns the lead into the gold of the fertile soil.

At the Top of the White LeadTree

The name Oaxaca comes from the name in Nahuatl, which translates to “place of the guaje trees.” or “at the top of the guaje tree.”

The guaje tree is a River Tamarind Tree, also known as the White Leadtree. Guaje Trees are toxic in large quantities, but the trees are known to be miracles for the soil and fertility.

The “Miracle Tree” as they are also known in this region, is crucial for agriculture and land stewardship.

They are planted on slopes for erosion control, so that their roots and pillars stabilize the earth.

While the tree may be toxic in excess, its roots also fix nitrogen into the soil, increasing its fertility.

Fertility and regenerative support are also mirrored in its relationship with your body. Guaje is high in nutrients and antioxidants that support the immune system and digestive health.

So, the White Leadtree may be toxic, but when known in a relationship of care, it is also gold to the land and to the body.

This is the Mesoamerican Gate

That is the story and symbols of the convening of mothers, of Mother Corn, the sustainer of life, and the bridge of America’s wisdom.

This gate, and the energy lying in wait in the depths of Cisterns hold memory of stewards in kinship with land, body and time through its roots.

This node asks to remember that sustenance is sacred.
To restore reciprocity between soil and body.

The Midnight Sun of Midsummer

For the Summer Solstice, we return to the gate of the far-North beyond the Sun, and the nomadic lands of Northern Sweden, Norrbotten County, where the Sun is the Mother and the body rooted in the soil Below.

Swedish Lapland.

The story of place for the Summer Solstice is still taking shape, but I heard the whisper of Sweden when I was aligning the seasonal map of Origin nodes.

This place is personal and collective, as it is woven in memory across lives, across blood and song.

The only training I have in singing is through deep connection, self-study and listening to Sami Joiking and playing with Kulning — the traditional “calling” is a great way to learn the power and loudness of voice.

Sámi Joiking is a traditional style of singing from the indigenous Sápmi regions of the North - Sweden, Finland, Norway, Russia, who are traditionally nomadic reindeer herders.

Kulning is an ancient Nordic herding and warning call to communicate across valleys and mountains.

The Solar Mother

Norrbotten passes through the long Polar Night of winter of the unconscious mind, death, and the unknown. A time when consciousness and memory of the land lie frozen.

The wellspring of time and memory, and of life returns with the Midnight Sun, the sun that lies above the horizon for all hours of the day, when the green and fertile land returns.

This is when the Cisterns of the North open, when the Mother as the Sun rooted in the Earth is present, when the unknown becomes seen, felt, and sounded through celebration of life, time, and wisdom.

The Sun’s return also marks a time of deep healing, not only of the nourishment and agriculture needed to sustain their livelihood, but for restoration of the mind and body.

In some Sami folklore, the Mother is the sun, and the Solstice is when she returns to her seat of power; in others, the soul comes from the sun, and it is the Mother rooted in the Earth who receives and births the human.

This is a place in sacred relationship with the Earth, the Sun and the Moon. The Night and the Day.

East of the Sun, West of the Moon

I’m not very familiar with the Norwegian folk tale that features a White Polar Bear, but my journey to including it in this article is thus—

I stare at maps sometimes to find the place that is calling, in Norrbotten, Sweden, one such place was Haparanda on the Gulf of Bothnia.

Haparanda means aspen shore.

I remembered the folktale, East of the Sun, West of the Moon, and the significance of the Sun and Moon, which corresponds to the significance of the path of the Sistra.

When I dug deeper to read about the folktale, the North Wind is the final wind to give direction to the castle East of the Sun, West of the Moon and the only cardinal wind that knows. He mentions he blew an Aspen leaf there once, and it was so far that it exhausted him.

East of the Sun, West of the Moon is a phrase that is designed to be an unreachable, unimaginable destination, a place beyond.

The place beyond and the vault of the North that is beyond the Arctic Circle seems like just the place to blow an Aspen leaf to the shores of Haparanda or the convergence point of Sápmi.

The Vault of the North & The Cisterns…

Holds memory of beyond the North Wind, of time before it was marked, and ice wisdom of the Bear as North and South.

This location asks to sound the voice, breath and wind beyond the sun & the moon. To meet the solar mother after the freeze, restoring the water to movement again.

The Ancient Spine of the Americas Returns at the Harvest

For this node, I need no symbolic story, no synchronized symbols to know this is the right place.

I was surprised and moved to hear the whisper of the Wind for the Fall Equinox, as simply “here.”

Here, where I am at now, where I grew up, and where I was born.

The ash of the blue mountains, the spine of the ridge - Appalachia, or directly the Cherokee and Asheville areas.

The Appalachia mountains are ancient, weathered, and seeded with crystalline wisdom of time and memory by indigenous, celtic and Druidic wisdom.

It is where Cherokee lands were fought over, fractured, and carried through removal — and where their memory remains in the soil

But more than that, they are places where deep ruptures and diasporic fragmentation of America still echo. and ask to be met and moved with.

We could mark this with the Trail of Tears, but the history of it is longer than that.

The closest indigenous rhythm I can find to the Fall Equinox is the Ripe Corn Ceremony, but this celebration is not fixed and falls based on the timing of the Green Corn Celebration, marking the first harvest.

This time is traditionally the time of thanksgiving for native communities, a deep gratitude for community and land. The popular holiday of Thanksgiving is celebrated in America in November, a day of mourning for rupture, displacement, and genocide.

The Call

While there is memory deep below, from before the names of the Cherokee were known, and before the Trail of Tears.

The land itself seems to ask for listening — especially from those who carry ancestral memory here, those who passed down songs of the Earth and Sky.

Because the memory is still held — in bloodlines, in soil, in story.

This is not a political claim or legal reclamation — those belong to rightful sovereign nations. This is a relational and harmonic restoration of listening.

It goes beyond any one clan or band, as this spine moves North and South, and her grid branches deep beneath the Earth and under the Atlantic.

This work does not replace, reinterpret, or claim Indigenous sovereignty. It moves in reverence, listening, and relational humility

The Seed I Sow Now

I don’t know what my timeline holds fully in way of partnerships and connection, but I know I saw a gathering here in partnership with the land and the people to invite back those who feel called to return and I sow that seed now for it to come to fruition.

This Ridge is roaring for reception and resounding through listing, humility and return to place without possession.

Through spring, summer, and fall, we return to the arms of the Mother of All, of the vital nourishment provided from the Earth in care and relationship.

Previously, I did not feel that I would steward activities around the Solstices and Equinoxes for the Return of the Sistra Path, on my own, and I still don’t. I feel my involvement, my leadership waits in partnership, and if that partnership is not met, then the nodes will still be resounded.

I share this map to illuminate seasonal alignments of the Cistern nodes as times of place, connection, and relationship with the Earth.

Through the themes here, we see a return to place in pivotal moments of fertility, union and creation. Times when the Earth is breathing, moving, and providing - when she is Mothering.

That is happening always in a circular nature of time on Earth. From North to South, from East to West.

Your waters are her waters. Her fertility is your nourishment. Her light is your light.

Her song is your becoming. And the seasons are moments she can open and sound loudest through the collective tone and presence of the One.