Death & Ancestors
The chrysalis, the flower of death & the golden headed goddess.
Marigold offers an intricate in-depth weaving of medicine. She humbly holds great power. She is known as the Flower of Death and the Golden Headed Goddess. In Maya her name is Ix Ta Pul.
Marigold aides spirits that are stuck between worlds to cross over. She aides those who are grieving the loss of loved ones and those who are in the final stages of death and preparing to cross over. She is the light that can connect us with those who have passed and her medicine runs deeps in ancestral lines.
She is the caterpillar dissolving it’s DNA into the chrysalis asking you to surrender. She is the Golden Headed Goddess shining her radiant light and fragrant scent at the end of the tunnel of darkness. She is the Doula of Death - between all realms of symbolism and physicality.
No matter how dark the night the sun will always rise and no matter how glorious the day, we will always fall back into darkness. Marigolds medicine is within this inevitable cycle - surrendering to death and celebrating life.
She carries an elderly wisdom. She has seen it all, making her grounded in all that life presents. She can hold you in this wisdom, offering soothing and grounding in times of deep pain, grief and transition. She can see the big picture of the dance between life and death and the dance between the seen and unseen worlds when we cannot.
She aides us in times of deep ancestral healing and will initiate it. She will move it through us with full force.
She teaches us that it is not about courage, it is about surrendering to natures current. Her medicine is of surrendering into trust, letting go of resistance and constraint. She asks you to stop expending all your energy fighting what is and to trust in this cycle of life and death we cannot escape. For it is from here, that we find the light.
She carries the medicine of celebration even when we are fully immersed in darkness. It’s a funeral with the grieving dressed in bright colors dancing to festive music, wearing laughter and smiles with their tears. It’s allowing beauty, joy and radiance to dance with grief and the pain of destruction of what is.
For sometimes it is death, loss and impermanence that accentuates the beauty.