Origin story – Saturday, October 18, 2025.
Ray 3 day – Emerald green like the forest day today.

Virgo Gardens moon then a v/c then Libra Goodwill moon.
Yesterday….
I wrote about our Esoteric Group beginnings.
Today….as a meditation, I read one of the origin stories of the Earth, the creation story of SkyWoman from several Native American tribes, notably the Iroquois, Powatami and certain Anishinaabe tribes.
Note: the Earth is considered by all religions & cultures as feminine – Mother Earth. This story is also adapted from oral tradition.

Story from the book Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Kimmerer.

In autumn & deep into winter, when the green earth lies resting beneath a blanket of cold & snow, it is the time for storytelling.
The storytellers begin by calling upon those who came before who passed the stories down to us, for we are only messengers.

In the beginning there was the Skyworld.
And from the Skyworld there was Skywoman.
A chasm opened up in the Skyworld & Skywoman began to fall
spiraling down into the air below.
She fell like a maple seed, pirouetting on an autumn breeze.
A column of light streamed from the chasm in the Skyworld, marking her path where only darkness had been before.
It took her a long time to fall. In fear, or maybe hope, she clutched a bundle tightly in her hand.

Falling downward, Skywoman saw only dark water below. But in that emptiness there were many eyes gazing up at this sudden shaft of light. They saw a small object, a mere dust mote in the lightbeam. As it grew closer, they could see that it was a woman, arms outstretched, long black hair billowing behind as she spiraled toward them. Leaves and stalks clutched tightly in her hands. A new song began to be heard.

The geese noticed her too & wondered how to help Skywoman so she would be safe as she fell & they nodded at one another and rose together from the water in a wave of goose music.
Skywoman felt the beat of their wings as they flew beneath to break her fall. Far from the only home she’d ever known, she caught her breath at the warm embrace of soft feathers as they gently carried her downward. And so it began.

The geese realized they could not hold the woman above the water forever or for much longer, so they called a council to all the animals to decide what to do.
Resting on their wings, she saw the animals all gathered: the loons, otters, swans, beavers, fish of all kinds.
A great turtle floated in their midst and offered his back for her to rest upon. Gratefully, she stepped from the goose wings onto the dome of his shell. The others understood that she needed land for her home and discussed how they might serve her need. The deep divers among them had heard of mud at the bottom of the water and agreed to go find some.

Loon dove first, but the distance was too far and after a long while he surfaced with nothing to show for his efforts. One by one, the other animals offered to help—Otter, Beaver, Sturgeon—but the depth, the darkness, and the pressures were too great for even the strongest of swimmers. They returned gasping for air with their heads ringing. Some did not return at all.
Soon only little Muskrat was left, the weakest diver of all.
He volunteered to go while the others looked on doubtfully.
His small legs flailed as he worked his way downward and he was gone a very long time.

They waited and waited for him to return, fearing the worst for their relative, and, before long, a stream of bubbles rose with the small, limp body of the muskrat. He had given his life to aid this helpless human. But then the others noticed that his paw was tightly clenched and, when they opened it, there was a small handful of mud.
Turtle said, “Here, put it on my back and I will hold it.”

Skywoman bent and spread the mud with her hands across the shell of the turtle. Moved by the extraordinary gifts of the animals, she sang in thanksgiving and then began to dance, her feet touching the earth.

And so…
The land grew and grew as she danced her thanks, from the dab of mud on Turtle’s back until a whole earth globe was made.
Not by Skywoman alone, but from the alchemy of all the animals’ gifts coupled with her deep gratitude. Together they formed what we know today as Turtle Island, our home.

Like any good guest, Skywoman had not come empty-handed.
A bundle of stalks flowers & seeds were still clutched in her hand. When she toppled from the opening in the Skyworld she had reached out to grab onto the Tree of Life that grew there.
In her grasp at the Tree of Life, her hands also gathered branches—fruits and seeds of all kinds of plants.
These Skywoman scattered onto the new ground and began to carefully tend each one until overtime, the world turned from brown to green.
Sunlight streamed through the opening from the Skyworld, the light allowing the seeds to grow, bloom & flourish. Wild grasses, flowers, trees, and medicines spread everywhere. And now that the animals, too, had plenty to eat, many came to live with her on Turtle Island.

Addenda:
On one of the days of this Creation, humanity was eventually born. And lived in this land with the others. Under the Tree of Life.