Circle Teachings
Messages from the Grandmothers
The Circle Ceremonies are living transmissions shared through Oracle of the Grandmothers, where symbolic and mythic teachings are offered in sacred space for reflection, healing, and remembrance.
For those who prefer to read, revisit, or gently integrate the teachings in their own time, these Circle Teachings gather the essence of what has been shared in ceremony and weave it into written form. If you prefer to watch the full ceremony, you can find it at the bottom of this blog.
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In this first circle ceremony, the Grandmothers speak of the Great Circle, of sovereignty, of the sacred centre within each of us.
And of the deep remembrance that home is not somewhere outside ourselves, but at the heart of our own being.
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The Grandmothers began this first Circle Ceremony with a flame.
A simple flame. A hearth light. A spark at the centre of something sacred.
And then came the transmission of remembrance.
This flame is not separate from us.
It is not a distant divine force somewhere beyond reach, nor some abstract spiritual concept to be admired from afar.
It is the living spark within each of us.
The Grandmothers spoke of the Great Circle. A shape so ancient, so universally recognised, and yet so easily overlooked in its simple yet potent teachings.
A circle has no hierarchy. There is no top and bottom. No one point sits above another. No place is more elevated, more worthy, more evolved.
And in a world so often shaped by comparison, striving, and the measuring of worth, this teaching feels quietly revolutionary.
And yet within every circle, there is a centre.
This was the invitation.
To remember that each of us lives at the centre of our own sovereign circle.
Not someone else’s.
Our own.
The Grandmothers were clear that this sacred centre is not a place to occupy hesitantly. Not with one foot in and one foot out. Not while leaning toward another’s path, another’s opinion, another’s version of who we should be.
This centre asks for our full presence.
Body.
Heart.
Mind.
Spirit.
Soul.
Entirely here.
They described this place as the resting place of the soul’s heartbeat.
And I found that image deeply moving.
Because how often do we live outside of ourselves? Distracted, absorbed by the dramas and bright colourful things that surround us.
How often do we place our awareness on what others are doing, where others are headed, whether we are behind or ahead, whether our path looks valid enough by comparison?
The Grandmothers spoke directly to this.
Every being, they reminded us, stands at the centre of their own circle.
To witness another is one thing.
To abandon our own sacred place in order to inhabit theirs is quite another.
There was a profound teaching here about sovereignty.
Not about separation.
Not to be in isolation.
This is Sovereignty.
We are deeply interconnected. We are woven together in relationship. And yet each soul has its own centre point from which life must be lived.
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Another powerful thread in this first teaching was free will.
Many of us move through life feeling as though events happen to us. As though circumstance, fate, or external forces dictate the path.
The Grandmothers offered a different perspective.
Choice remains. Always. Even when it is subtle. Even when difficult. Even when life feels uncertain.
But they also acknowledged something many of us know intimately.
Fragmentation.
When body, spirit, mind, and soul are no longer in conversation with one another, clarity becomes difficult. Power feels distant. We forget the centre.
Returning to that centre becomes a remembering. A gathering back of self.
The imagery shifted beautifully into the tree - pointing symbolically toward our sacred Tree of Life.
Roots reaching into the earth.
Branches extending toward light.
A steady trunk standing grounded between worlds.
This too is us.
The invitation was not to strive endlessly, but to stabilise.
To stand. To root. To become present enough to hear the soul’s own rhythm.
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And then came one of the teachings that I suspect many of us needed to hear.
Comparison.
How quickly we believe another’s path is somehow more enlightened, more successful, more evolved, more beautiful. But the Grandmothers reminded us that what we witness in another is simply another sovereign centre expressing itself.
Their path is theirs. Yours is yours.
Neither invalidates the other.
The ceremony then opened into the language of sacred geometry. In particular The Flower Of Life.
Circles overlapping circles.
A living web.
A tapestry of interconnected life.
And within this image came a striking truth.
If we withdraw from our place.
If we shrink.
If we refuse to participate fully in our own becoming.
There is a great holy gap.
The world does not need imitation. It does not need another version of someone else.
It needs the exact note that only you can bring.
Perhaps one of the most liberating teachings in this transmission was the dismantling of fixed identity.
The Grandmothers challenged the notion that we must know exactly who we are in some fixed, permanent sense.
What if the self is not a box to define?
What if we are not something with rigid edges at all?
Instead, they offered the image of an ever-expanding circle.
A centre point that remains true while expression evolves endlessly.
A self in motion. A soul in its season of becoming.
And finally, the closing call to us all...
Come home.
Come home.
Come home.
Not to a place outside yourself.
Not to a destination waiting somewhere in the distance.
But here.
To the sacred sovereign centre of your own being.
