Unveiling The Secret Power of Sisterhood

The Sister of the Rose ceremony began. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, with the subtle scent of the rose filling the air and the soft light of candles gently flickering on our faces, I felt an unexpected surge of peace and a connection to the sacredness of life.

Quickly the ego jumped in to rob me of this moment of serenity. "How did I make it through this week and how am I going to hold space for these women sitting in front of me?" Instinctively I pushed this thought aside, unwilling to make space for my own emotions. Instead, I whispered to myself, "I am stronger than this."

The grief that had enveloped me since losing my sister-in-law to cancer just two days ago surged from the depths of my being, bringing with it poignant memories of losing my own beautiful, strong mother to the same illness. I felt the deep ache of her absence and of the women who had played a huge part in shaping me into the woman I am today.

Why did they all have to leave me? They were so young. One by one, the women in my family departed from this world, leaving me with an intense longing for sisterhood. For a long time I felt that I had to do life alone.

Sitting in circle surrounded by six remarkable women that night, our eyes met and I suddenly felt a different surge of energy. We were about to go on a journey that was incredibly healing and transformative.

Each woman carried her own story, her own burdens, and her own light. We were all strangers at first, brought together by an ancient call that transcended our individual lives. As we settled into the circle, I could feel the presence of Mother Mary and Mary Magdalene, their energies weaving through us, binding us in a tapestry of divine feminine power.

The room echoed with the sound of laughter and tears and I could feel my heart overflowing with love and gratitude for these women. Each one bravely shared her story, her vulnerability, and her strength. 

In these moments of raw honesty, I felt the essence of sisterhood—an unbreakable bond forged in the fires of shared experiences and mutual support.

We journeyed with the essence of the rose, its delicate petals a symbol of purity, strength, and grace. Holding the rose in my hands, I felt the presence of my sister-in-law and all the women who walk with us in Spirit. They were there, their energies intertwined with ours, offering their love and support from the other side. 

I looked around the room and realized I had gained six more sisters—Sisters of the Rose. Each woman in the circle had become a part of my heart, their stories a part of my own. We were united not just by our individual losses and experiences but by a collective strength that transcended time and space. The energy in the room was palpable, filled with the supportive feminine energy of countless women who had come before us, guiding us with their wisdom and grace.

Through my voice and the sacred language of light, I felt these ancient spirits speak. They activated memories and gifts within us, unlocking the power of the feminine that had lain dormant for so long. It was as if the veil between worlds had lifted, and we were enveloped in a cocoon of divine love and healing. The purity and grace of the feminine moved through me, through all of us.

I could feel the love of The Mother holding us. It was a love that was unconditional and all-encompassing. It poured over us like a cup of nectar, soothing our wounds and washing away our fears. 

That night the secret power of the feminine was revealed to us all. We are all vessels of this power, and together, we are unstoppable. 

Watching each woman hold the other with compassion and kindness as they lay their hands on each other took my breath away. It was a sight so beautiful that it brought tears and a smile to my face. In those acts of tenderness, I saw the breaking of generational curses and wounds. 

We were not just healing ourselves; we were healing our ancestors, our descendants, and our Earth. The impact of our actions would ripple divine love outwards that extended far beyond the room, touching lives in ways we could not even begin to imagine.

No longer will we be held back by sister wounds, the ancient scars etched into the souls of women across generations. It whispers tales of betrayal, competition, and mistrust—stories told by those who were pitted against one another in a world that feared their united power. This wound is a shadow that lingers, keeping us from fully stepping into our true potential, from co-creating the world we are meant to bring to life.

There was a time when women gathered more often—in circles under the moonlight and in magical forests, our hearts open, our spirits entwined, we would share stories, wisdom, and dreams. Together, we wove the fabric of our communities, each thread strengthened by the others. In those circles, every woman knew her worth, and every sister was a reflection of her own strength and beauty.

We are all vessels of this power, and together, we are unstoppable. 

But as time passed, something shifted. The world grew fearful of this sacred bond, this unbreakable sisterhood. Seeds of doubt were sown, and slowly, women were taught to see one another as rivals rather than sisters. Trust gave way to suspicion, and the once-powerful circles began to fracture. The sister wound was born, and with it came the pain of separation.

I have felt this wound myself, the old stories re-surfacing—stories of not being enough, of not feeling safe with my sisters. These stories are not mine alone; they are the stories of countless women who have come before me, women who were taught that to shine, they must first dim the light of others.

But the truth is, this wound is an illusion. It is a lie that has kept us from remembering who we truly are—sacred beings, born to create, to nurture, and to rise together. The sister wound is a story that can be rewritten, a scar that can be healed when we choose to see each other through the eyes of love, rather than fear.

That night during the sister of the rose ceremony surrounded by women who, like me, carried their own wounds, their own fears, something shifted. One by one, we began to share our stories—not the polished versions we show the world, but the raw, unfiltered truths of our lives.

There, in that sacred space, I saw myself reflected in each of them. I saw their strength, their beauty, their pain, and I knew it was my own. The old stories lost their power, replaced by a new narrative—one of connection, of sisterhood, of rising together. We were no longer separate, but part of a greater whole, woven together by the threads of our shared experiences.

The sister wound is not something to fear but to embrace. It is an invitation to heal, to rewrite the stories that have kept us apart, to remember that our true power lies in our unity. When we come together, when we hold space for one another’s light and darkness, we create a force that is unstoppable.

So let us gather once more in circles, let us hold hands and open our hearts. Let us tell new stories—stories of women who lift each other up, who celebrate one another’s successes, who co-create a world where every woman knows her worth. Let us be the generation that heals the sister wound, that remembers the sacred power of the feminine, and that rises together, as one.

As we shared our stories and held each other we felt fused by an even deeper sense of purpose and connection.

The sister of the rose ceremony will forever be embedded in my memories. It was a testament to the magic and medicine of the rose, to the power of the feminine, and to the unbreakable bond of sisterhood. I felt truly grateful that I could hold space for this sacred experience, for the women who shared it with me, and for the love that enveloped us all.

It was a reminder of the beauty of life, even in the face of loss and uncertainty. And it was a promise of the strength we carried within us, a strength that would guide us through whatever challenges lay ahead.

Thank you, beautiful rose, for your magic and medicine. Thank you, to all the women for doing the inner work to embody your courage and love. Together, we are a force of nature, a testament to the power of the feminine, the secret power of sisterhood. 

As I looked around the room, I knew that this was what would change the world for good.

Sisters all standing together in unconditional love.

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Natali Brown | Visionary Leader, Healer & Transformational Mentor

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