Witch Wound Clearing In Avalon - Return Of The Priestess

Witch Wound Clearing in the Temple of Avalon. Return of the Priestess – A Guided Journey to the Lake Temple & Crystal Cavern.

Step into a sacred remembrance as you journey through the mists of Avalon. Guided by the Lady of the Lake, the Dragon Queens, and the Priestesses of old, you’ll enter the Lake Temple and the Crystal Cavern to release the ancient “witch wound” — the collective memory of persecution for standing in your power, voice, and truth.

This powerful meditation clears energetic imprints carried across lifetimes — fear of being seen, silenced, or shamed — and restores sovereignty, remembrance, and light. With elemental support and crystalline activations, you are invited to reclaim your magic, embody your priestess lineage, and rise with courage and grace.

Return home lighter, freer, and crowned in remembrance: a Priestess of the Returning Light.

Music Credit:
Tragic Sad Mourning Grief, Despair, Lament Music - Denis Pavlov Music

Transcript

Welcome to this deep and transformational healing and wound clearing where we connect to the energetic imprints of the past and reclaim our power by releasing and letting go of the burden and fear associated with the witch wound.

Before we begin,

Let us take a moment to understand what we are here to clear.

The witch wound is not just a memory from one lifetime,

It is an energetic imprint carried deep within the feminine collective.

It is the wound of persecution for being powerful,

For being intuitive,

For speaking your truth,

For healing with your hands,

For honouring the earth,

The moon,

The goddess,

For remembering.

It is the echo of past lifetimes where your magic was feared,

Where your voice was silenced,

Where you were betrayed,

Punished,

Sometimes even killed,

Simply for living your truth.

This wound shows up today as the fear of being seen,

The fear of sharing your gifts,

And the fear of shining too brightly,

Speaking too clearly,

Or standing too tall.

It lives in the throat,

The womb,

The heart,

But you were never wrong for your power,

You were never wrong for your wisdom,

And you were never wrong for your light.

And so today we return to Avalon,

Where priestesses walked with purpose,

Painted with the crescent moon,

Where goddesses were not hidden but honoured,

And where you are now called to remember who you truly are.

This is the work of remembrance,

This is the healing of the witch wound,

Or wounds,

Plural,

You may have more than one.

So during this meditation,

You are invited into a space of clearing,

Empowerment,

And a chance to reclaim what has always been yours.

You may feel called to return to this meditation again in a few weeks time,

To see if another layer rises up to be shifted,

So you can return to your centre,

And your power,

To the original OG goddess that you are.

So if you are ready to begin,

Please say yes,

Either in your mind's eye,

Or out loud.

Now I invite you to sense,

See,

Or feel that you are standing at the edge of a misty lake.

You are barefoot,

Connected deeply to Sacred Mother Earth.

She is also here to support you through this journey.

The night is dark,

And the air is cold.

Although you feel slightly exposed and vulnerable,

You know you are held and safe.

You deeply trust that you have been led here for a reason.

It is no accident that you found this meditation.

It cooled your soul,

And it offers you the sacred opportunity to heal wounds you've carried for lifetimes,

Passed down through generations.

We take a moment now to honour and thank all the witches,

Medicine women,

Seers,

Priestesses,

And goddesses who walked before us,

Who paved this path,

So that we now may rise fully embodied in our light.

Let's take a moment to connect to your breath,

And with each inhale and exhale,

Begin to attune to the sacred heartbeat of Mother Earth.

With gentle intention,

Send your energy down through the soles of your feet,

Down into the rich ruby core of the Earth.

She welcomes you,

She holds you,

She anchors you,

And also lovingly transmutes any dense or stagnant energy you may be holding at this time,

With grace,

With ease,

With compassion.

As you continue to breathe,

Soft and steady,

You begin to notice the air around you is filled with ancient memory.

Some of these memories may feel heavy,

Unresolved,

And some may stir deep emotion within the bones of your being.

But you do not fear them,

Because now you understand,

The lake before you is more than just water,

It is a portal,

A sacred gateway that connects you to the forgotten Isle of Avalon,

The ancient sanctuary of priestesses,

Healers,

And truth speakers.

This is the land where you were once admired,

Where your magic was honoured,

Your voice was celebrated,

And your presence was powerful.

And today,

You have returned.

You are here to reclaim that part of yourself,

To awaken the remembrance,

To retrieve the pieces that were lost,

And to stand,

Once more,

As the priestess you've always been.

As we begin this journey of retrieval,

We call forth the Lady of the Lake.

Within seconds you notice the mist in front of you begins to stir.

The lake water starts to ripple,

And then a beautiful woman with long dark hair appears.

She wears an outfit that dates back to the 7th century,

A long,

Long time ago,

Golden and cream in colour.

With a deep purple shawl draped around her waist,

She wears a large crystal amplet around her neck.

She stands tall,

Cloaked in liquid light.

She is powerful.

She is beautiful.

She is respected.

And she mirrors aspects of yourself back to you.

In her right hand,

She holds a sword.

This is the sword of truth,

Forged by divine will,

Gifted to Merlin,

Offered to Arthur,

And now revealed to you.

She speaks directly to you.

I ask only for your truth.

I ask only that you stand in the fullness of who you are.

I ask only that you stop hiding,

That you stop shrinking,

That you stop pretending to be anything less than the fire you carry.

The Lady of the Lake offers you the reflection of your soul,

And she says,

You came here for this,

You are ready to walk the path of remembrance,

And with the strength of Avalon at your back,

The sword of truth in your heart,

And the Dragon Queens at your side,

There is nothing that cannot be reclaimed.

It is a powerful moment that you may feel emotional,

As parts of you stir,

Awaken,

And fully feel seen.

For lifetimes you hid,

For lifetimes you were silenced,

And for lifetimes you learnt that your gifts came with a cost.

But here,

In the presence of the Lady of the Lake,

None of that holds power of you anymore.

She raises her left hand now,

She raises her left hand now,

And the mist behind her begins to clear,

Revealing a path across the lake,

A bridge of shimmering light,

Inviting you to step forward.

And as you do,

You are met by the Dragon Elemental Queens.

Guardians of the Elemental Realm.

The Dragon of Air,

Displaying her silver wings that can slice through illusion.

The Dragon of Fire,

With her glowing eyes that connect deeply to sacred rage and rebirth.

The Dragon of Water,

As she uses her tail to weave and clear through emotional timelines.

And the Dragon of Earth,

Using her body to help ground this energy with a deep sense of strength and knowing.

These Elemental Queens,

They form a protective circle around the lake,

Watching and guiding you on this journey,

Letting you know it is absolutely safe for you to proceed,

That you no longer need to worry.

They have got your back,

So to speak.

And are you ready to hold space for what you are about to release?

The Lady of the Lake guides you now into the Lake Temple,

A place where priestesses once gathered in sacred ceremony,

To speak truth,

To cast healing,

And to honour the cycle of the moon and the earth.

She leads you to the centre of the temple,

Where a glowing violet platinum flame flickers at the heart,

Fed by truth,

Breath,

Spirit and intention.

You are invited now to begin your release.

For lifetimes we dimmed our light.

For lifetimes we softened our truth.

For lifetimes we hid our magic,

Just to stay alive.

But not anymore,

The Lady of the Lake says to you,

Daughter of the old ways,

You came here to remember,

You came to reclaim,

And now you are ready.

She gently places the sword of truth into your hands.

It feels weight,

Not heavy,

But real.

Not for defence,

But for alignment.

Connecting to each and every cell of your being,

Your DNA rises as it comes up to be cleared and activated.

Just by holding this magical sword,

You are shifting the fear,

The burdens and the pain,

As it comes up to be acknowledged in your body.

You may feel physical pain,

And that's OK.

It's allowed to come up to be acknowledged.

This is all part of the process.

As you continue to hold the sword of truth,

We now begin the first clearing.

So let the sword cut through illusion and fear.

Let it sever and dissolve any cords that connect or that still bind you to the past.

We ask to destroy and recreate.

I release all fear of being seen.

Destroy and recreate.

I release all fear of being heard.

Destroy and recreate.

I release all fear of being powerful.

Destroy and recreate.

I release all fear of punishment,

Silencing or spiritual suppression.

Destroy and recreate.

I release the trauma carried in my womb,

My throat,

My heart,

My blood and my bones.

Destroy and recreate.

I revoke all vows,

Contracts or bindings that once kept me small,

Hidden,

Obedient or afraid.

Destroy and recreate.

I release these across all timelines,

Lifelines,

Realms,

Dimensions and incarnations.

Down to the cells,

The DNA and the ancestral memory within me.

Destroy and recreate.

Destroy and recreate.

Coming to the surface to be released for your highest and best good.

To be received with ease and grace.

I ask the dragon queens to now breathe through me.

The air dragon to clear my mental body of fear,

Judgment and limitation.

The fire dragon to transmute shame and reclaim the sacred fire in my womb.

The water dragon to release grief,

Betrayal and mourning from the river of my heart.

And the air dragon to ground my soul fully into this lifetime,

This body and this knowing.

Lady of the Lake,

With your sword,

Sever any psychic cords connecting me to authority-based society fear,

Persecution,

Shame and collective trauma around the witch,

The healer,

The seer,

The priestess and the wise woman.

Dissolve all echoes of the burning times,

The drownings,

The accusations and clear all memories of imprisonment,

Exile,

Silencing,

Betrayal and death.

Where there was fear,

Let there now be freedom.

Where there was hiding,

Let there now be visibility.

And where there was shame,

Let there now be sovereignty.

Where there was silence,

Let there now be voice.

Lady of the Lake,

I now return the sword to you,

Purified.

May its light rise within me.

May its truth guide me.

May its wisdom protect me.

By the power of Avalon,

By the breath of the dragons,

And by the light of my sacred bloodline,

By the truth of my soul's remembering.

I am free,

I am whole,

I am sovereign,

I am a priestess of the returning light,

And so it is.

Just take a moment now to feel what is coming up for you.

This work may awaken old imagery,

Forgotten feelings,

Or even pain in the body.

Let it rise,

Not to be feared,

But to be freed.

Offer it all now into the violet flame still burning at your feet.

Let it transmute,

Let it dissolve,

It is no longer yours to carry.

This is your birthright,

To shine without shame,

To speak without fear,

And to lead without permission.

Now,

Feeling lighter,

Freer,

And more aligned with your soul's true rhythm,

You begin to sense something beneath your feet shifting.

A gentle vibration,

A crystalline resonance,

And then it appears.

A spiral stairway of crystal and stone,

Rising from the floor of the lake temple.

Ancient,

Glowing,

Encoded,

Visible only to those who remember.

The Lady of the Lake steps beside you,

Her presence still strong and grounding,

As you feel supported on this journey of remembrance.

She begins to lead you up towards the hidden crystal cavern of Avalon.

With each step you rise,

Each step you remember,

And with each step a new crystal frequency emerges with your field.

Black tourmaline clears what's left of fear,

Anchors you into deep energetic safety.

Sunstone restores joy,

Confidence,

And radiant soul fire.

Citrine reactivates your manifestation codes and golden abundance flow.

Rose quartz gently heals the heart,

Softens the ache,

And opens the path of love.

Blue kyanite aligns your energy bodies and reweaves your soul chords.

Iolite awakens deep vision,

Intuition,

And inner knowing.

And selenite brings divine light,

Crown activation,

And spiritual purity.

With each step you feel clearer,

Brighter,

More you than you've felt in a long,

Long time.

You now stand at the entrance of the crystal cavern,

A sacred chamber woven from quartz,

Amethyst,

Rose,

And violet flame.

This is the womb of Avalon,

A place of pure alchemy,

Rebirth,

And deep soul ignition with ancient codes and dragon breath.

The walls shimmer.

You are held,

You are seen,

And you are safe.

In the center lies a crystal bed,

Carved from luminous quartz.

You are invited to lie upon it.

As your body meets the stone,

You feel your nervous system begin to settle.

Your breath deepens and your aura expands.

Above you,

The dragon queens form a circle,

Each one watching over a quadrant of your soul.

They begin to breathe in unison,

Elemental exhalations washing through your energy field.

Ear Dragon breathes clarity through your third eye and crown,

Removing distortions,

Illusions,

And energetic static.

The Fire Dragon curls around your womb,

Igniting the embers of creation,

Passion,

And soul will.

The Water Dragons flow along your spine,

Washing away emotional debris and trauma held in the body.

And the Earth Dragon anchors your light into the crystalline grid of Gaia,

So your power is not just awakened,

But embodied.

Let their breath move through you.

Let the crystals beneath you rise in song.

A symphony of sacred sound awakens your original template.

Feel memories stir,

Of lifetimes lived in devotion,

Of temples walked in truth,

Of your voice,

Your magic,

Your power used with love.

Let it all return.

Let it ignite.

The Dragon Queens begin to soften their breath now.

Their sacred elemental activation is complete,

But they remain present,

Their great wings forming a circle of light around the space,

Holding the energy of protection around you.

The temple begins to shift as the sound of chimes,

Whisper,

And ancient breath arises.

From the edges of the crystalline chamber,

Four High Priestesses of Avalon now step forward.

You may feel them,

Familiar,

Magnetic,

And powerful.

Your soul has known them before.

Rihannon,

Priestess of the Sovereignty.

Cloaked in white and gold,

She carries the energy of truth and compassion.

Bridget,

Keeper of the Flame.

Draped in green and golden with inner fire,

She carries the torch of creativity,

Healing,

And sacred purpose.

She rekindles the flame of your soul's sacred calling.

Organa La Faye,

Siren of Mystery.

She shows up wearing a midnight blue and silver cloak.

She is the guardian of the hidden and unseen.

She invites you to trust your intuition,

To walk the misted path with power and discernment.

And Vivian,

The Lady of the Lake,

Guardian of Avalon.

She carries a bowl of glowing blue light,

The pigment of remembrance.

These four sacred women now form a circle around you.

Their breath becomes song.

Their presence becomes a memory,

Not of the past,

But of you.

You have walked with them before.

They carry no judgment,

Only remembrance.

Vivian,

The Lady of the Lake,

Now steps forward and places a hand gently upon your chest.

You have walked through the shadow and fire.

You have remembered your name beneath names.

You have risen from silence into sovereignty.

And now,

You are ready to receive the Mark of Avalon.

She lifts her finger to your brow and paints the blue crescent moon,

Glowing softly,

Radiantly,

Internally.

This is the Mark of the Priestess Returned.

The sign of one who walks with integrity,

Wisdom,

And light.

A pulse moves through your energy body.

A chord strikes within your soul.

You are claimed.

You are remembered.

You are no longer waiting to be chosen.

You are the one.

And now,

From within the circle,

Vivian,

The Lady of the Lake,

Hands you a crown.

It is not made of gold.

It is not adorned in jewels.

It is formed from the woven crystal strands,

Rose vines,

Starlight,

And the lake mist.

Light is breath,

Yet powerful in its frequency.

She whispers,

This is not a crown for the world to see.

This is a crown your soul already wears.

May you walk gently,

But never small.

May your voice ring clear,

No longer bound by silence.

May your gifts rise with grace,

No longer hidden in shadow.

May your fire burn bright,

Not to destroy,

But to illuminate.

May you remember that power does not mean force.

It means presence.

You are the light returned.

The truth reborn.

The magic remembered.

Avalon walks with you.

She smiles.

The priestesses bow.

The dragons shimmer.

And you are crowned,

Not just by symbol,

But by frequency.

The priestesses begin to step back,

Returning into the mist.

The dragons slowly rise,

Their wings folding gently as they dissolve into the light.

But the imprint remains,

Within your spine,

Your heart,

And your voice.

And the lady of the lake meets your eyes one final time.

She does not speak.

She doesn't need to.

You are seen,

You are known,

And you are trusted with what has been restored.

The crystalline spiral staircase rises once more.

And as you begin to ascend,

You bring with you the crescent moon upon your brow,

The memory of the flame in your womb,

The truth returned to your throat,

And the crown upon your head.

With each step,

You feel lighter,

Clearer,

And whole.

You return to the lake temple.

You walk once more through the mist.

And you arrive back at the shoreline where your journey began.

But you are not who you were.

You carry the codes of Avalon,

And you walk now as one who remembers.

We just take a moment to come back into our physical body.

And I thank you for joining me on this very powerful journey.

May this inspire and honour you.

As this is energetic work,

Please be gentle while this integrates over the next few days.

Be in awareness of what may be coming up,

And remember to drink lots of water.

You may even find you are drawn to the lake,

Or large bodies of water.

As I now disconnect from your energy,

I'd just like to thank all the priestesses,

The dragons,

The crystals,

And our witch wounds.

May we rise together.

Thank you.

As I call for it,

It is done,

It is done,

It is done.

Laurie Jayne

Reviews

WOW! What a powerful & beautiful session! I feel lighter some how. The imagery was easy to follow, and your guidance gentle. Just an overall amazing meditation. Thank you!