Hi, I am Sarah Durham Wilson, also known as Sarah of Magdalene.

I was born in New York City in 1978 to a women’s magazine editor Mother and a Child Psychiatrist Father. (I also have a twin sister). 

I was raised in Charlottesville, Virginia (Monocan Nation) on Occupied Turtle Island .

I was like most young witches in patriarchy : an undiagnosed autistic & ADHD wild child who refused to be subdued & mild.

I remembered Matriarchy & the Goddess & the Great Mother as a child, & resisted patriarchal schooling at every turn,

telling anyone who would listen

that this is not how or what we were meant to learn.

We are meant to learn about nature & the earth & how

Her systems work.

We are meant to be learning outside & how our bodies are like the earth, and learning how to listen to the body and the earth and the Great Mother voice.

Besides loving writing & arts, I resisted everything else & I made it through school on my relational skills, not grades.

My favorite part of high school life was the play: captaining the girl’s hockey and lacrosse teams : not necessarily to win anything or to beat anybody :

for the feeling of Feminine Camaraderie & the feeling of guiding & cheering other women along & being loud & boisterous & feral & strong. I always loved being part of a big feminine team everyone with their roles to make the whole show go. I still call my family and students and community

“Team,” and

I believe with the return of Indigenous Matiarchy

and the Rise of the Primordial Feminine

that women can and must be a team again.

I have always been FANGY not FANCY.

When other kids were studying school work that I couldn’t understand, this heady heartless curriculum, this patriarchal propaganda slapped together by the white colonial capitalist man so we’d all follow his deadly plan —

I studied music: musicians and lyrics and magazines.

I curated a mile long collection of ROLLING STONES, SPINS, JANES + SASSY’S. They filled my bedroom bookcases, then snaked down the hall into the living room where they stacked themselves along the wall.

These were my small town girl yearns for the big outer world studies of Feminism and Pop + Rock Cultures.

I am still a Raging Riot Grrl 90’s teen on the inside,

calling out to the other women + femmes

to smash these fucking systems to smithereens.

My mother got sick with lung cancer (not a smoker) in my Freshman year of highschool and died on January 10, 1997 when I was a senior. It destroyed my Maiden innocence and sense of safety. I was effectively Unmothered, the most dangerous thing a girl can be in this predatory patriarchal world.

After 4 dark black out drunk years of patriarchal frat boy sorority southern college trauma- while attempting to grieve my Mother in a culture that neither honored Death or the Mother—

I decided Rolling Stone magazine would be my first job so it was, and then I experienced the reckless and untethered sense of failing up through the men’s world of magazines;

Rolling Stone to GQ to Vanity Fair to Interview

until I met the man of my Wounded Maiden Dreams:

an indie rocker from Nebraska with a roving, roaming heart of gold and no intention to mature or grow old.

A real Peter Pan of a man + I was his Wendy + I wanted to stay forever in his and his band’s Never Never Land.

As we know from the fairytale we were told and sold: Wendy (the woman) grows up and grows old + Peter (the man) does not-

And after that loss of love I gave up, I descended into my Saturn Return and watched my whole first quarter of a Life Burnand ended that Season of my Life in a Suicide Attempt (10/10 do NOT recommend)

that was interrupted by a Kundalini Awakening to the Primordial Goddess, the Great Cosmic Mother, Shakti and the Buried Feminine which effectively ended my patriarchal life and my new life,

lead by the Goddess inside, began.

I am forever grateful to Goddess Inanna for meeting me at those crossroads & leading me down to my Underworld to Integrate my Inner Ereshkigal.

In 2011 I began my work in the Primordial Feminine & Resurrecting Goddess Culture in the patriarchy Again.

I taught courses such as WITCH 101 to support women & femmes in their witch awakenings & primordial feminine remembering.

I worked under the pen name “DOITGIRL” (an actual sweet whisper I kept hearing from the inner Cherishing Mother as I set out on this new path).

I hosted more courses and wild women retreats, then moved on from the WITCH ARCHETYPE to the PRIESTESS, the work and art of serving as the right hand of the Great Mother Goddess, leading other women and femmes Back to the Lap.

Around 2016, after a dramatic “wild woman” retreat I lead out at Joshua Tree, it was clear the collective western (patriarchal) women had a massive MATURITY problem (including me)and I began to tease out the traits I was seeing in myself & the collective that just felt so immature & inauthentic. I realized we were utterly infantilized by patriarchy.

I realized I had a Mother Wound that left a hole in me the size of the world and without an Inner Mother I would never be whole. My work began to embody the Mother Spirit again, and after years of working under the name DOITGIRL, the work matured into the MOTHERSPIRIT.

Thanks to the work left behind of a MASSIVE mentor guide & inspiration of mine: MARION WOODMAN, and her book DANCING IN THE FLAMES, I grokked that there was an Immature Feminine & a Mature Feminine.

The Mature Feminine was the MOTHER ARCHETYPE.

This is what needs to be heard:

The word MOTHER IS A VERB. 

The Mother is an archetype who 

Lives inside 

I am not talking the biological type 

I am TALKING ABOUT THE ARCHETYPE 

The Archetypal Mother:

Like the Great Oak Tree, deeply rooted and offering Life, Wisdom, Protection, Unconditional Love and Safety. Being the shelter in the storm. Wild, Wise and Intuitive Like the Wolf Mother: She who protects, nurtures, guides, herself & others. Not little girls in women’s bodies like how women were under patriarchy. No. Wolves. Mothers to themselves & Mothers to this world.

Mothers to a World

that is Crying out

for the Great Mother’s Return.

I self-diagnosed that I was in the immature (patriarchal) Feminine, that I was in Wounded Maiden, 

But how did I get to the Mature Feminine?

Marion Woodman had left the gift of the language,

Now I had to Build the Bridge. And I Did.

That was where my MAIDEN TO MOTHER RITES OF PASSAGE WORK BEGAN. Courses & Retreats & Teacher Trainings & even a Book! (MAIDEN TO MOTHER). 

What a bloom and a birth it all was. What glorious work that was! 

In that time I birthed my daughter and was able to ReMother my inner Maiden as Cherishing Mother while mothering (a verb) a Maiden on the outside too.

That Full Moon Phase could not last forever though, and as you know,

when you say yes to serve the Goddess

you take an oath to keep dancing in the flames of change

with innate faith &

the knowing that nothing ever stays the same.

And I can’t stop the wheel of time with these tiny mortal hands of mine,

so after 8 years of Maiden to Mother work down went the curtain &

everything went black

& I could not go back.

 I was in the Intermission

of my life’s mission.

I had entered my MIDLIFE COCOON.

I went in deep with the work of Kathleen Brehony and Carl Jung and Marion Woodman and Jett Psaris and Gail Sheehy and my own wisdom 

And realized that the First Act, or the First Half of my Life was over.

I realized I was almost where my mom died at Forty Five.

I realized how easily you could slip inside this place and die. 

I realized that in this place, like the caterpillar into the butterfly,

we must transform (change our forms)

while we are alive.

And that if I had had one wish

in my whole life

it would have been to help my mother

to the other side of that dark midlife divide .

To meet her like Hecate at the Crossroads

and guide her down a different road than the only one

she and her mother and mother’s mother had known.

There is a missing buried archetype between Mother and Crone.

Between a woman’s Summer and Winter.

And it is her Fall when she realizes she can no longer HOLD IT ALL. 

That she has to let it all fall. 

That’s the First Act Curtain Call. 

And she will be villainized for getting free of patriarchy but that is the cost of being Lilith and not Eve.

Out of that Midlife Cocoon

I came forth with a boon

for my Mother and me and for you: 

THE MIDLIFE RITES OF PASSAGE. 

About HER SECOND ACT & THE AUTUMN ARCHETYPE OF THE ENCHANTRESS. 

It’s where we lose our patriarchal consciousness & return fully to the life of the Goddess. 

In Maiden to Mother we learned to Mother ourselves to Mother the world. And in Mother to Enchantress, we learn that Women at Midlife Liberate themeslves to Liberate the World.

That’s the work I am birthing now. Along with the work of being a Modern Magdalene & a Matriarchal Mother. 

All of this in the context of the Polycrisis of Ecocide & Genocide & Fascism & Femicide : all products of the white colonial capitalist patraichal mind.

There is no reform for patriarchy. 

There is only the return to Indigenous Matriarchy.

We are in the most transformational spritual event of our times. Free Palestine and All that Implies.

All of Life is on the line.

MATRIARCHY NOW,

Sarah of Magdalene.