The Bee Hive Collective Ceremony ~ Follow the Honey

The Bee Hive Collective was invited to commence the Grand Opening of Follow the Honey, a honey and bee-inspired store in Cambridge, MA.  The store’s opening coincided with National Honey Bee Day, a day to celebrate the grand honey bee that provides us with honey, flowers and food.

For the Bee Hive Collective it was an honor to bring sacred ceremony to Harvard Square and for the customers of Follow the Honey.  As we prepared for the ceremony, we did not know what would be at the heart of it.  We’ve learned that spirit, especially the spirit of the bee and Mother Earth, decides what form the ceremony will take.  We can never know all of the impact of our work, but what was clear is that we were to be the conduits for a healing.  The healing was for Mother Earth, the bees and for the dark history that surrounds many New England towns.

Days after our ceremony the earth shook and Hurricane Irene devastated many communities.  We are clearing our past to rebuild the Earth and our communities.  One way to rebuild is through the light offered by bees and honey.  Our ceremonies open the doorway to the lighted path of bees and honey.

Posted below are a short introduction and the ceremonial words spoken at the Cambridge ceremony.  I recommend that you read the ceremonial words with drumming playing.  It will enhance your experience.  As you read, feel the words and hear the vibration that is speaking to you.

Let us know what you experience.

Honey love,

Corrrina

Invocation into the Bee Hive Collective

AUM

The primordial hum of ancients known, of destines gathering into the Sun

AUM

Goddess light we call to you from the Earth, Human, Honey in the Heart Hive…throw your light, Queen of Honey, Liquid Light.

AUM

The pearls of knowledge are with us now.  We give witness to your highest desire and the sacred Mother, feminine, matriarch, deities and goddess to which we now turn.

Blessed Bee.

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Welcome, I am Corrina, this is Brian, Mary and Roberta.  We are the Bee Hive Collective.

About a year ago I received an intuitive awareness about why the honey bees are dying and how to help them.  What I learned is that just like humans have multiple layers of consciousness so do bees.  Ancient cultures like the Egyptians, Mayans, Greeks and many indigenous peoples’ understood this about bees.  They are more than just physical bodies with a physical function and role in nature.  Their multidimensional importance can be understood from how they are precisely integrated into nature.  Honey bees are a social insect anchored by a living Matriarch, the Queen.  All that they do is in service to the feminine impulse to nurture life.  Pollination is an obvious aspect to this.

Humanity has largely abandoned the feminine aspect of life.  We destroy life.  We try to conquer living forms, including the bees.  Thus, the honey bees are revolting.  They are sending us a message that it is time to change how we behave on this planet.  This involves more than changing what we buy or tweaking our scientific and technological approaches to agriculture.  What is called for is a transformation of the human species from rational, thought-driven primates to spirit-driven, heart-centered creators.

It is this human element of the bee collapse that the Bee Hive Collective is dedicated to.  We are healing our human relationship to the bee and to one another, and most importantly, to the spirit relationship within.

What you are about to experience is part story, part ancient wisdom mixed with new wisdom, and part energetic transmission for healing the bees and humanity and awakening the honey in your heart.

This is a sacred ceremony and a guided journey into the divine feminine, the female principle of life that is the bee’s playground.  You may experience something or nothing.  Regardless of your journey I encourage you to get into a meditative grounded, space-even close your eyes-so that you can hear and see the sacred, ancient world of the bees and understand more deeply their message for humanity at this time.

Ceremony

Drumming Begins

The honey bees are in trouble.  Leaving their hives, falling off flowers mid-pollination, disappearing into the ethers of the Earth realm.  Colony Collapse Disorder.

Likewise, it is Humanity Collapsing into Disorder.  Disorder of our mind, disorder of the lands of the bee, disorder of the fruits that feed us, disorder of the communities that knew of, held, taught of the ancient ways to keep, pray, and bee with the BEE.

I began this journey when I was born.  My mother churning the light of a backyard hive.  The bees, a mixture of domesticated and wild, run away bees, caught my eye.  A dozen stings later, and an ambulance ride to the hospital, we, my mother and I, knew life would never be the same after those bee stings.

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Honey, is the nectar of the Mother.  Our Mother, the Great Mother, Pachamama, Gaia, Mother Earth, EART H.

Honey sweetness, earth knowing, life enforcing, the nectar of the Mother.

She is the light in our hearts.

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Honey bees first came to America on ships from Europe.

The intelligence of the bees knew.  They knew of the torrent of darkness that was about to descend on the Natives of America.

They scouted out the land—pre-empting the settlers…

The rocky coast, the long sandy beaches, the green mountains, the soft valleys of Native lands.  Pre-America, OUR America.

But the bees knew.

Bees the original settlers…

Cosmic residents of a densified planet…

Heaven descending into their wings, into their honey, into the dance of pollen…

They knew of the consequential push for new territory, resources AND hopes and dreams of FREEDOM.

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FREEDOM, is it possible?

The Goddess, THE Queen of the Hive, whispers, “And, it is, for naught, of the other, it is for naught, of the Mother.”

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1622, the first ship with hives arrives in Virginia

–On the HOPEWELL, days before the March 22 Jamestown massacre.

347 English settlers killed.

Later, 200 Powhatan Indians die from poisoned “peace” drinks in retaliation.

Blood on everyone’s hands.  Peace lost in the trappings of Father Time.

Honey bees make their way up the coast line, Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, Massachusetts.

1638, a second shipment of hives arrives from Europe; they come to MA.

1661, John Eliot translates the New Testament into a Native American language.

There is no translation for honey.

The  ‘White Man’s fly’, the Natives call it.

The honey bee becomes synonymous with the destruction of life.

Centuries earlier…

Rosslyn Chapel, Scotland, stone hives are built into the roof–the parishioners listening for heaven.

Flying out of their toiled lives of hard agriculture and grim life prospects.

To them, the bees are heaven.

They set their sights on the DREAM.

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FREEDOM, is it possible?

The Goddess, THE Queen of the Hive, whispers, “And, it is, for naught, of the other, it is for naught, of the Mother.”

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This history is caught in the hive.  Wanting for the explosion, wanting for the ripping, the tearing, the combing OUT of these trappings.

Trappings of suffering,

Trappings of death,

Trappings of the darkness.

Deep in the forests of East Africa.  The hive splits OPEN.

Honey is spilling, pouring, expanding, covering, DRENCHING the origins of time “immortal” into TIME ETERNAL.

We go back to the beginning.

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Apis mellifera,

wild forest bee,

tree climbing,

hive spinning,

cylindrical lobing into infinity.

Cosmic time spirals out from the Hive.  The landing pad of liquid light.  Creation of ALL.

How far the honey bee has travelled from this humid, life-channeling forest.

A human stands beneath the tree.  Wavering, deciding, hoping.  The forest teems.  Quiet overcomes the honey hunter.

The Queen is generous today.  The hive opens to the grateful hunter.  Mounds of honey—ecstasy, rapture, delight.

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“I’m throwing light today”, the Goddess says.  “Throwing light into your mouths, into your hearts, into your brain, into your cellular structure.”

Time “immortal” is now TIME ETERNAL.

“I’m throwing light so you can see.

– the empty chair..

I have arrived — so now you can SEE.”

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Poisoned Peace

We are trapped here, says the elder Native.  Help us.

The rushing of the tribes—claiming their stake, flags at their ready.  Ready to resist, the Last Stand.

But there is no space to move

CONDENSION sets in – Trapped in the archives of history, trapped in our cellular memories.

Trapped.

The Native that still cries for his land.

The settler that lost the DREAM.

The honey hunter that can’t find the forest hive anymore.

The bee that has lost its flower.

FREEDOM eludes us.

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FREEDOM, is it possible?

The Goddess, THE Queen of the Hive, whispers, “And, it is, for naught, of the other, it is for naught, of the Mother.”

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“I am throwing light because I love you”, the Goddess speaks.   “What terrible deeds you have done.  What a disastrous plight you have won.”

The Earth chair is empty.  There is no one manning OUR Earth ship.

And do you remember that it is our ship?  From the stars we were born and from the stars we descend.

Earth, ABSENTIA, reads the sign.

Empty.

Soiled.

Forgotten.

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This story does have an ending, a resolve.

Finding our way back to the Mother.

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Can you feel them now?

The bees, spinning light.

The bees, swarming your vision.

The bees, calling you back into the liquid light hive.

There is honey in your heart.

It is churning.

Manna, God’s nectar…

Sweet life joy.

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Divine feminine, womb of life, emerges out of the honeyed heart.

Mother Earth, Gaia, Shekinah, Mary, Quan Yin, Tara, Ianna, Isis, Shakti.

Sacred grace.

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It is time that you know your heart.

Inner world of your desires,

the night blooming flower, soft nectar dripping in the night.

The heart receives and gives love

beauty and compassion.

It beats to the pulse of the divine feminine — nurturing the seeds of the world.

In you, are the seeds.

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The Great Father, the masculine divine, growing life with his sharp solar glare.

The new shoot pierces the Earth at the break of dawn.

Manifesting possibility.

Harmony.

Unity.

Clearing space.  Clearing time “immortal”.

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The Emerging Heart speaks:

“Love.  Love is.  It is our universal connection to one another.  It is the fuel of your creative being. It is the spark that catalyzes you into the unity of your heart.  Within your heart is the seed to unity: the twin flame of the heart.  The twin flame melting the divine feminine and masculine into one—awakening your inner heart’s desire and the worldly possibilities.

In oneness, the divine masculine and feminine pulsates, spiraling–the feminine energy receiving and the masculine giving.  These energies merge allowing for connection, giving and receiving, creating and manifesting—all in-sync. The divine masculine and feminine energies unify and are creating a super intelligence that catalyzes greatness instantly.  What is coming to form is neither masculine nor feminine in nature; it is divine light structured in perfect harmony.”

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We are the unified heart generation.  We are the children of honey.

We find our way back to the Mother.  And FREEDOM is possible.  For ALL who open themselves to the honeyed heart.

You are the initiates into the Honey, Liquid, Light, Human Hive.

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Today, our journey ends somewhere in the New England woods where there is a bear hunting honey.

Honey that came from Europe, that came from Africa, and is blessed by the Mother.

Drumming Ends

Matthew 5:9

Blessed are the Peacemakers,
for they shall be known as the Children of God.
But I say to you that hear, love your enemies,
do good to those who hate you,
bless those who curse you,
pray for those who abuse you.
To those who strike you on the cheek, offer the other also,
and from those who take away your cloak,
do not withhold your coat as well.
Give to everyone who begs from you,
and of those who take away your goods, do not ask them again.
And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them.

Prayer for Peace (Cheyenne)

Let us know peace.
For as long as the moon shall rise,
For as long as the rivers shall flow,
For as long as the sun shall shine,
For as long as the grass shall grow,
Let us know peace.

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