Sacred Remembrance

Sacred Remembrance

This painting is a tribute to all who came before and led the way in the darkness, keeping the flame of the goddess alive in defiance and often in plain sight for those with eyes to see and hearts to hear.

Mixed Media Titled, “Sacred Rembembrance by Cheri Keirstead

Sacred Remembrance has been a central part of my spiritual journey, as I’ve learned to embrace my healing not only for myself but also for the benefit of all beings. It helps me remember the light bearers, truth hiders and protectors, bridges, the brave and courageous, the defiant, and the frightened. We have lived through and carried the pain, shame, blame, guilt, and the loss of our voice, bodies, and birthrights—being treated as property—yet they never took our light or our minds.

Never.

They couldn’t. We would not allow it. We learned to hide in plain sight, let the slow fires burn as the brave ones made their way, lighting the way for those with eyes to see and hearts to hear.

We are done carrying the shame; we are releasing it into the deepest depths for regeneration, grounded in the earth's hum, the great mother’s heartbeat, feeding and nourishing us always and in every way.

We are remembering joy, laughter, intuition, trust, and true power. We are remembering the sacred beings that we are and have always been.

We remember the great mother's love, her warm embrace, soft whispers, faintest light, holding us in her bosom until we realize she has always been there.

Crying with joy, releasing a deep longing and ache—something missing, someone missing—our mother. Our mother.

Religion took her away. They created a version meant to oppress, create division, isolation, and abandonment. Yes, we were taught by the patriarchy, which established organized religions (not worship, love, equality, gnosis, or the god within us).

We were told that the mother abandoned us, that she was a saint or a whore, that she was unimportant. They bastardized Jesus' beautiful message of The Way of Love and diminished his ministry with his beloved Mary Magdalene and Mary, his Mother.

However, the truth resides deep within our soul, and we remember the fusion and flow of the dimensional play between the masculine and feminine—not as separate but as one.

We remember that we are light. We are spiritual beings inhabiting a human experience. We recognize we are all one, interconnected, mirrors, and allies. We are part of the whole, and we are the whole.

We remember that we are eternal, born from light and returned to the light.