Black Magic Island

BLACK MAGIC ISLAND Traveling through worlds, into the heart of darkness...

Threading our way through culture, myth, history, and superstition, carving a portal to the primordial feminine, to Black Moon Lilith and Kali, the destroyer, the liberator.

This week began with an unexpected initiation, a trail of anguish that led to deep liberation.

For days, I had been submerged in womb magic, opening myself to blood rites and ancient timelines, allowing the wounds of the feminine, vilified, punished, and erased, to surface.

While still tender and weak, I traveled to Austin, TX with Stephen for a series of important events. And at our very first event, the distorted masculine was there to greet me, and struck with a vengeance.

It came in waves: systems of control, manipulation, the old patriarchal structures that seek to divide, diminish, and silence the feminine.

I felt it in my bones, in the ache of my womb, in the literal loss of blood, not of my menstrual cycle but of something deeper, the exhaustion of a thousand lifetimes of suppression.

And then, when Stephen and I were finally called to speak on stage, the divide-and-conquer tactics of the patriarchal matrix played out in real time. My divine twin and I were separated, manipulated, forced into roles that did not honor our sacred union.

I felt the sting of agony. The feminine was, once again, pushed into the background.

But in that pain came medicine.

As I was unwillingly separated from my beloved, I was guided to a group in the bathroom. It was a large, public unisex bathroom.

Inside, I found a small group of men. They didn’t quite know what they were agreeing to, but they opened willingly to receive.

I laid my hands on them, through my full High Priestess authority, and began to tone, sing, speak in light language, using my voice and hands to heal and activate, one by one.

In the heart of a dense patriarchal convention, there I stood boldly, calling forth balance and the return of the Divine Feminine.

The energy was palpable. They were crying. Their bodies physically responding. “What is happening? What am I feeling?” they asked.

“You are opening,” I told them,“to clarity, to healing, to guidance... to love.”

Suddenly, everything shifted. The main organizer (the one who had separated me from Stephen) had to rush to the airport and left the event without warning.

Kali’s energy had arrived. The field had changed.

With a 29° Pluto and Black Moon Lilith, conjunct our composite Ascendant, Stephen and I know well the energies we stir wherever we go.

The next day, we met with an epigenetic clinic. I shared my story with a gathered crowd.

A man in the audience said he had been moved by my miraculous healing from stage 4 cancer.

He was there to treat a chronic lower back pain he’d had since age 3.

I walked to him and asked if I could lay my hands on him.

Like the day before, with a single touch, his body surrendered. I breathed onto his lower back, spoke softly in light language, and let the healing flow from my hands into his heart and spine.

He cried. He hugged me tightly.

Thirty minutes later, he returned.“Raquel,” he said, “after you laid hands on me, I went for my treatment…but I didn’t even need it. The chronic pain I’ve had since I was 3 years old is completely gone!”

My vision to research the healing power of menstrual blood is now connecting us to this epigenetic center, and doors are opening for global expansion.

The veils between worlds dissolved in an instant. Throughout the week miracles kept unfolding like waves in the wake of liberated darkness.

Then came the meeting that would change our lives forever.

On the day that transiting Mercury activated a T-square with the Lunar Nodes, before its conjunction with Jupiter, we received an all expenses covered trip for 3 weeks in August to a remote island in Indonesia, known as the dark island of the world.

We were informed: the Kali Portal has awakened in Indonesia. Come. This is no ordinary opening, this is a sovereign invitation, a call to those who carry the codes of the Divine Feminine’s most enigmatic mysteries.

Here was Kali Ma extending her hand to me, from a place where the shadowed womb guards the ancient secrets and mysteries of the Dark Feminine.

Indonesia’s so-called Black Magic Island is not a place of fear, but a crucible of pure alchemy. It is here that the uninitiated see only superstition, but the awakened recognize a threshold. A portal where the ancient repressed, the taboo, and the fiercely sacred converge.

The cosmic currents have shifted. The path is illuminated.

Stephen and I will journey to the Black Magic Island in August—received as Queens and Kings—to commune with Kali and usher in both a new timeline and a powerful partnership now unfolding. (more to come soon)

With Jupiter getting ready to enter Cancer, I feel the deep voice of the Feminine about to rise. The ancient trapped feminine, the witches, who were vilified for their power. We feel them. Those who practiced sex magic, blood rites, womb alchemy, the hunted ones.

The Sovereign Feminine Rises.

During my meetings and sessions with clients the transmission has been clear: guide them to the divine feminine, the female masters, the visionary leaders who have been erased from history.  And so I did. Lives were transformed. Wombs remembered.  Priestess awakened.

The circle is growing.

The lineages of Queens and Kings, Prime Ministers, Presidents, and High Priestesses are gathering even now as we speak.

Their time is now.

Your time is now.

I welcome you, Priestess.

The darkness is not your enemy, it is your portal. —Raquel Spring  ❤︎ June 1—June 8