A PERSONAL VISIT FROM SPIDER WOMAN
By Toni Elizabeth Sar'h Petrinovich, Ph. D.

     Several years ago, I was looking at the news on the Internet late one afternoon.  There was a hurricane converging on the Caribbean.  It was being cataloged as a category 5, very deadly.  The headlines flashed "Tortuga Taken by the Sea".  The subsequent article was an obituary to the 25,000 residents living on "Turtle Island."  Tears spilled down my cheeks as I read the announcement that a search helicopter had flown over the coordinates for the island and found no geologic surface visible.  My heart broke as I continued to sob uncontrollably. My mind was replaying "Pirates of the Caribbean, the Curse of the Black Pearl" that I have seen 28 times.  Tortuga played a prominent part in Captain Jack's search for his mutinous ship.  It was on Tortuga that he found the crew that would serve under him when he confronted Captain Barbbosa and dueled for the return of his pirate ship.  Could I be so immersed in the "Pirates" movie that this disturbing news was striking me at my very core?  It didn't feel congruent.
     As I sat there in confusion, a memory slowly surfaced from years before.  It was during the three days following the momentous events of September 11, 2001.  The impact of the collapse of the Twin Towers in New York had closed down life's doors throughout the nation.  I had opened the doors of Sacred Spaces to daily meditation for anyone who wished to join me.  Many people had come to sit with me, nod in acknowledgment and leave in the same silence in which they had arrived.  The mutual awareness we shared spoke all the greeting necessary.
     On the third day of meditation, I experienced a vision that I did not immediately understand.  In my inner world, I was standing outside of an oval structure that looked like a table with a hole in the middle of it.  A being stood in the center opening with its back to me.  There were other occupants in chairs around the table yet I could see no faces.  The singular presence in the middle turned around to face me.  Its face was blurry, unidentifiable.  It said, "Carry Turtle Island on your back."  The vision then abruptly ended.
       I did not know the meaning of this message.  I called a friend who has studied the Native American traditions to ask her if she could assist me in understanding what I was to do.  Carolyn told me there is a tradition that Spider Woman carried Turtle Island (the Earth) on her back as she wove the web of life.  I felt that this web was another name for the energetic matrix or blueprint of manifestation.  Was my vibration carrying the frequency of Spider Woman?  It would be years before my curiosity would be assuaged.
      Now years later as I awoke the morning after I had read the news about Tortuga, I would have my answer.  The window over my kitchen sink was covered with a spider web.  This was not that unusual since I do see them there from time to time.  I made a cup of espresso and walked over to the sliding glass door to watch squirrels race over the top of my backyard fence.  To my astonishment the back railing around the wooden deck was interlaced with spider webs.  Looking up, I saw webs connecting the limbs of the many trees in my yard.
     The sight sent the chills of the unknown through the fiber of my being.  Having exhausted myself crying the evening before, I already felt somewhat weak and vulnerable.  The overwhelming presence of the webs transported me to another level of perception.  I checked the front of the house by opening the front door.  The steps leading down from the front porch were filled and blocked by brilliant webs.  The bushes and trees proudly wore their glistening, threaded garments.
       The remainder of the day was spent sitting in silence.  I knew no reason to go outside and my inclination decidedly leaned toward staying within the confines of the newly webbed house.  Toward evening I took another look at the news.  Apparently the helicopter had been mistaken.  What it reported as the sea overtaking the island of Tortuga was actually a case of poor visibility due to intense fog and waves.  Though buffeted by the class 5 hurricane, Tortouga remained intact.
       When the late night hours arrived I said goodnight to Spider Woman as she held my house within the womb of her embrace.  The next morning there was no sign of her having come to visit nor did there need to be.  She had left her mark in my heart and recorded it in my soul, as it should be.

Toni Elizabeth Sar'h Petrinovich is a Master Teacher, mystic and quantum physicist with a ministerial doctorate in metaphysics. She is the owner of Sacred Spaces in the beautiful San Juan Islands off the coast of Washington State where she conducts retreats and etheric readings for all those drawn to the authentic Self. She is the author of The Call - Awakening the Angelic Human and its accompanying CD, DNA Re-Awakening. Toni is also a direct channel for the Light Orbs who are the Guardians of the Soul and mankind's capacity to love. www.sacredspaceswa.com ; www.angelichuman.com ; www.daughterofjesus.com

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