Born Through the Lions Gate
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On the morning of 10 August 2025, under the roaring alignment of the Lions Gate Portal, my son chose to enter.
The air was thick with cosmic fire, the waters warm and ready to receive him. My body opened, ancient and primal, low hums and “ahh” tones spilling from me like a frequency sung into the bones of the Earth — a song to call him home. Between the roars, screams, and guttural sounds, I built a bridge between worlds. I wasn’t just giving birth — I was anchoring a soul.
Then he emerged — three coils of cord around his neck, as if the world tried to hold him back. The water held him first, still and silent, while his spirit wrestled for breath. This was his initiation: to meet resistance before his first inhale, to feel the pressure and urgency to live.
With every heartbeat, he declared himself a warrior. He broke through, gasped life into his lungs, and claimed his place here. That moment became his imprint — a hunger for air, for life, for the sheer miracle of existing. He is of water and fire. Of cosmic gate and earthly struggle. His voice will one day rise with purpose, for it was once bound and fought to be free.
The Lineage Work
This birth didn’t begin in August 2025 — it began with my lineage.
I honour the womb priestesses, crones, and mothers before me. I honour the portal of grief, the wisdom of birthing death with reverence, and the sacred work of preparing my nervous system to transmute pain into the ecstasy of life.
I honour my soul sisters — especially Felicia Lee, Oracle of Codex, midwife of timelines — for seeing me fully and helping me decode what was coming.
I had died before. On my 39th birthday last year, I lost a long-awaited pregnancy — my fifth, after three miscarriages. In that moment of grief, Felicia’s words cut through: “You’ve done it before, you can do it again.” And in the silence of grief and surrender, I profoundly heard my ancestors whisper: “This is your final initiation.”
I prepared my body alone. I would not abandon myself. I practised meeting pain with pleasure, training my womb and yoni to relax, not resist. I knew this would be ‘practise’ for the birth I had long been awaiting.
I used self-photography as ritual during this process, documenting my journey and experience, reclaiming my human and divine form. This grief alchemy became an art installation I shared on Mother’s Day — my family and community witnessing the words and images that remade me. Something I felt was required to share publicly, as part of my own ceremony and celebration.
The Vision Made Flesh
Years ago, I saw a vision of a home water birth. This August, under the Lions Gate, it became reality. My beloved and I had spent years refining ourselves, breaking and growing, actively choosing our union, aligning with the frequency of the soul we would welcome. This was his time.
The Lions Gate Portal (8.8) is a celestial contraction — Sirius aligning with Leo, the heart and spine of the zodiac. It’s a soul umbilicus, calling forward leaders and light carriers. Babies born here often arrive with a mission: to awaken authenticity, lead with heart, and help others remember.
The Birth Itself
In labour, my low tones became a frequency anchor, harmonising with contractions, softening my pelvic floor, and creating a field of safety for my son.
The screams and roars that followed were pure life force — the ‘ring of fire’ embodied. Surrounded by water yet moving through fire, I crossed my own threshold alongside him.
When he emerged with the cord around his neck three times, I knew it was symbolic. He had chosen resistance, forged a will before breathing, navigated a three-fold initiation — mind, body, and spirit. His imprint is clear: “Even when the odds are against me, I will breathe. I will rise. I will live.”
The Trinity of Portals
This birth was three portals at once:
1. Cosmic — Lions Gate starseed activation, higher destiny.
2. Elemental Fire (ring of fire) + Water (birth pool) = alchemy, balance of passion and intuition.
3. Life/Death — The threshold between worlds, the closing of old timelines and the birth of new ones.
For him, it is the seed of a warrior heart, healer soul, and compassionate leader.
For me, it is my rite of passage into the most embodied, intuitive, and visible version of myself.
The Lions Gate didn’t just open — it roared him into being. And we welcomed our son earthside.
Marie Ferguson is a Womb Priestess | Feminine Embodiment Leader | Global Platform Speaker | Master Ed.