I drank my Blood.

I drank my blood.

photo credit Chanel Baran

In life there are many moments that you assume will turn out differently.

Like your first kiss,

 your first week end away from home,

 that trip to Paris 

and losing your virginity.

We spend years thinking about these monumentous events, planning them with detail in our minds to only find after the fact they turned out nothing at all like we thought and dearly hoped they would.

Drinking my menstrual blood  was exactly like that.

 

I have been thinking about it for awhile, researching why to do it and planning a ritualistic way of partaking in this part of our Menstrual Mysteries.

This ‘Love Feast’ or ‘Sacred Marriage’ – a core part of the Menstrual Mysteries – was eventually declared a heresy and women were barred from participating in Christian rites.

However the ‘Power of Renewal, Rebirth, and Resurrection’ previously associated with the Holy Womb and Menstrual Blood of the Divine Mother was transferred to the story of Jesus and his ritual of Eucharist – ‘hic est sanguis meus – this is the Chalice of my Blood’ – where worshippers ‘drank his blood’ to gain the power of Rebirth through him.

 

In most ancient myths and religions, throughout the world dating back hundreds of thousands of years, the power of rebirth had always been a blessing of the Feminine Womb – embodied and gifted by Sacred Womb Priestesses across many cultures. It had never been held by a man. Although there are many legends about the ‘menstrual powers of female shamans’ being stolen by male gods.

SO with all of that in mind I had high hopes of sacred fires, altars, candles and prayers for the first time I would drink my blood.

Instead, it happened in the bathroom of a cafe down in a sea side town we stopped at during a road trip in Costa Rica.

I could feel I had started bleeding as we drove down the mountain.

On arriving to the cafe I grabbed a cup , filled it half way with water, a slice of lemon and in the bathroom collected a stream of blood and downed it all before I could think twice.

Just like that.

Over the next few days, my friend I was travelling with, her son and mine all got sick with a virus. But I did not.

Known as the ‘drink of immortality’ women's menstrual blood is full of healing stem cells, which can actually activate our cellular capacity to regenerate and transport us to endocrine states of rapture. Or in a spiritual sense open us to the Frequency of Love and Eternal Life, transporting us to another Dimension – called Heaven, Paradise, Nirvana etc.

And it seems keep us immune to viruses as others all around fall like flies.

"Salud.