Meeting the Fog in the Circle of Stone Mothers: A Ceremony of Power and Grief (part three of six)

After claiming my crown as The Empress and The Queen of Wands — and with them, claiming my birthright power — the fog came.

Heavy fog whispering that I have no right to power.

That I’m not powerful enough to hold it.

That I best know my place and stay quiet.

Legacy burdens often arrive as fog.
This particular one — of feminine power snuffed out, voices choked, and truths silenced — is universal.
It is quite likely a legacy most of us carry in some form and from which you may feel the echoes.

I attuned to the fog to try and understand what it wanted to say. I received a mix of images:

• A stone on my chest — grief and shame calcified into physical weight. A burden, perhaps carried in loyalty to those who were erased.

• My breath, shallow — the body’s instinctive response to an unsafe past.

• My throat, closed — silence kept for survival. An inherited contract: do not speak what happened.

• My jaw, clenched.

• I felt hollowed out — a symbolic lineage break, perhaps from rape, abortion, child loss, or the severing of the soul’s right to create.

• And the feeling of other women, and violence.

It pointed to a legacy burden of violated feminine power.

The fog is the atmosphere created by the burden.
It is ancestral residue. Unprocessed grief. The silencing across generations.

It feels vague. Familiar. Heavy.
But not always personal.
It is the inherited emotional weather. You may notice it in your mother, her grandmother, a heaviness that somehow connects you together.

It's not a 'part', in IFS terms, — it is the energetic field of what hasn’t yet been fully grieved, accounted for, ended. It just gets passed on, generation to generation.

When the ancestral burden is near me, like power that must not be claimed, I walk into the fog.
The fog whispers: "Something is here that was never named, never fully owned."

The stone may be how I carry the legacy.
The closed throat may be the survival strategy. The protector part: Don’t speak. Don’t name what happened.

I want to meet it with ceremony. Give it back! End the contract.

Temple of the Stone Mothers

A Mystical Ancestral Field Ritual to Unblend from the Legacy of Violated Feminine Power

I open the field with a Tarot spread to see what’s present.

I receive the message: the legacy burden to be released is a womb-deep inheritance.

There's New Moon Promise (Earth Magic) again from my womb, and the reversal of The Lovers points not just to internal disharmony, but to a long lineage of disrupted union — between inner masculine/feminine, between body and spirit, between freedom and relational belonging.

The protector guarding this burden is The Ancestor (Witches Wisdom) and the Reversed Fool

— an intergenerational soul contract:

"Do not strike out alone. Stay safe. Stay small. To be bold, curious, or radiant is to risk the downfall of the whole line."

The Tarot journey then invites me to take my Mountain Strength and walk the forest of the imagination as my ritual terrain — a psychic landscape for soul healing.

And finally, The Ten of Earth, Web of Life (Witches Wisdom) walks with me. I am not alone. I am held by:

• The green wisdom of the Earth

• The woven threads of my lineage

• The circle of stone mothers and star-seers

• Every being who dreams of liberation

And so, as I start my ceremony, I now I have

A burden clearly named
A protector gently unmasked
A thread of guidance
And a sacred companion in The Web of Life

I haven't worked with ancestors before, or legacy burdens, but I recognise that I will need a lot of support from high vibration energies and so I create my constellation accordingly.

I place down the cards from my opening spread as witness and support.

I place The Council of All Beings.

I call upon my beloved ancestors — the ones of blood and the ones of soul.
Those who lived with integrity. Those who bring wisdom and medicine. Those who yearn to pass their blessings down our line.
Those who can be present in their highest self.

I honour the Council of All Beings who walk beside me.
I feel your presence in the wind and the roots, the stones and the stars.

I ask for your help in this work:

To see what could not be named

To speak what was silenced

To live what was once forbidden

I place a candle.

I call upon the High Vibrational Beings — the luminous ones of light.
Beings of divine compassion, clarity, and truth.

Walk with me as protectors and guides.
Keep this space clear of distortion or harm.
Fill the edges with gold.
Silence all shadow that is not yet ready to be seen.

I place flowers.

I open my heart to the Angelic Realms —
Those who speak in harmony and love.

If it is true and aligned, let their presence anchor here —
As wings of peace around my circle,
As light on the path through the fog.

I place The Ten of Earth, bark and moss

I honour the Web of Life — the green consciousness of Earth.
Tree, moss, mycelium, moonlight, and sky — all that connects and nourishes.

I ask to be held in your sacred woven connection,
As I remember my place within the Great Pattern.

I place my Mountain Strength

I do this work not alone, but accompanied:
Ancestors. High vibrational beings. Angelic realms. Green earth consciousness. My highest self with mountain strength running through my spine, rooted in the truth of my ancestors.

I do not force healing. I open the field for grace.
Let only what serves the path of wholeness enter here.
Let all else dissolve into the mist beyond this circle.

This space is sacred. This space is sealed.
I am held. I am guided. I am not alone.

I place markers for Myself, the heavy stone Burden, the Closed Throat Protector, my own Mother, the First Woman who began the legacy, and the Stone Circle of Women who represent the generational line who held the contract and could not release what they held.

I met Myself in The Fog.
I moved The Fog out of me and into the constellation and I felt my life force try to rise but it was immediately silenced, forced down.

I forced air through my body in shouts, thumping my elbows into my sides to make the energy move.
Tears came. Strong emotion. But very strange because these tears didn't feel like mine.

I asked to speak to the stone in my chest.
More emotion. More tears.

I placed the stone Burden inside the Circle of Stone Women and asked them to witness it. To really see it.

I moved the Throat protector to the circle for witnessing too.

As I enabled this witnessing, I felt a wolf mother come to me.
I felt like a broken doll. I climbed on her back, almost lifeless, and let her carry me to her den with her cubs.

This is what I wanted:
The fur. The warmth. The instinct. The family.
Not the silence. Not The Fog. Not The Stone.

I picked up a stone marker for the First Woman and added her to the circle.
As she witnessed the Burden, I saw it was a child.
There was shame. There was pain. There was something abusive, not right.

The hot shame and wrongness here is that this felt like female perpetrators to female victims.

I brought my Mother into the circle.

I asked my ancestors:
Help me move this burden away from me and down the line — to the one with the strength to own it, name it, and release it.

The blessing of the wolf was returned to me.

I held The Empress. I held The Queen of Wands.
And I ltried to let their fire and fertility fill the new space inside.

If this resonates...

If you find yourself holding a lineage of unspoken horror - abuse, torment, control, shame - you might feel yourself called to be a generational curse-breaker...

You may just notice a pattern in your family - abandonment, financial losses, the inability to hold onto joy or wholesomeness...

In one way or another these are passed from generation to generation, until sometimes we completely lose sight of how it started, we just know we've inherited a pattern, and maybe you're the first in your line to see it, and the only one with strength to stop it.

Together we can craft your own version of The Temple of the Stone Mothers, for your motherline or fatherline to bear witness and release the burden and the beliefs that come with it. It's a noble role, the generational curse-breaker, to make sure this stops here, that your own children, nieces, newphews remain whole, and untouched.

I would be honoured to journey with you.