Daughter of the Web: Remembering the Womb of Creation

On November 22, 2022, my husband, Ruben, and I traveled to Cordoba, Argentina, to a city called Capilla del Monte, cradled beneath the sacred mountain of Uritorco.

This mountain is no ordinary place. It has long been known as a gateway between

worlds—a meeting point of cosmic frequencies and home to a legendary interdimensional city called ERKS: Encuentro de Remanentes Cósmicos Siderales, or “Meeting of Cosmic Remnants from the Sidereal Universe.”

Waves of starseeds gathered for a planetary task led by Matías De Stefano—a continuation of the sacred work many of us had begun months earlier in Egypt on 2/22/22. There, in Egypt, we had opened a great remembrance. Here, in Argentina, we came to anchor it—to harmonize the Earth’s energetic grid and open bridges between dimensions, so that future generations might walk in unity, remembrance, and love.

Each sunrise ceremony honored the four directions and the spirits of the land. Ancient songs and sacred words echoed from Indigenous elders across the valley. Something deep stirred in me.

I had no idea that what was about to unfold would change me from the inside out.

The Earth Receives Me

During one sunrise ceremony, I felt compelled to place my forehead directly upon the Earth and lay my open palms flat against the ground. Even though everyone else was standing, and I feared someone might step on my fingers, I followed the impulse.

A sensation entered me, and tears streamed down my face to mingle with the soil beneath my brow, forming a small puddle of mud. Then, in a vision as vivid as waking life, I found myself walking a quiet path in the foothills of Mount Uritorco.

The colors of the earth, the sounds of nature, and the fresh mountain air filled me with gratitude. As I walked, I encountered a majestic tree with branches reaching skyward. From beside the tree emerged a figure I could never have expected—a deer-man, with antlers mirroring the limbs of the tree. He invited me to ride with a nod of his head, leaping swiftly down a steep, rocky canyon, urging me not to fear the dizzying speed.

The Descent into the Mountain

At the canyon’s end, the deer-man stopped before a dark opening—a tunnel leading into the mountain. Though I could see nothing, I chose to enter.

What followed was a confrontation with fear and wonder beyond anything I had ever known.

A terror gripped me. My gaze locked upward into eyes that were not human.

She—Spider Queen—had twelve eyes encircling her head like a crown. Her fangs, gleaming and terrifying, hovered inches from my face.

Waves of nausea surged through me—primal and ancestral. I felt the fear of generations pour through me, and every cell in my body screamed. But then, something shifted.

Locked in her gaze, I felt the ancestral fear begin to melt. Love began to pour into me from her eyes. I saw the sacred in her: her exquisite strength, her superior sensitivity to vibration, her swift ability to move in any direction, her silent stealth.

Like the tree and the mountain, I admired her every detail as a symmetry of expression—so very exquisite! She, Mountain Spider Queen, became far—far—superior to me in her beauty. My understanding transmuted into truth.

What had first surged as ancestral terror, born from the bones of my lineage, dissolved.

In its place flowed something else—Love. Rich, warm, and undeserved.

I saw myself through her many eyes: soft, fleshy, breakable, slow… and yet loved. Loved without measure. Loved because I am part of the web.

Crowned by the Mother

Next, Spider Queen—radiant in her majesty—stepped forward. Her stinger pierced the soft roof of my mouth and rose upward, entering my third eye. Not to harm… but to crown. She folded herself gently atop my head, becoming the Spider Crown— legs like branches, eyes like jewels— a living coronation.

Then the spiders came—so many, many, many. They carried me, touching me with their legs like whispers, weaving. The darkness became outlined with energy, and my vision changed. I could see the contours of the tunnel walls as if lit by an electromagnetic glow.

I thought to myself: this must be how a spider sees. And now… I saw with spider eyes.

And then—the Birth.

I was squeezed. Compressed. The breath pressed from my lungs as if bones were gates. And then, I emerged as a baby spider, blinking up at the birth canal of my giant spider mother.

In awe of her and the gift of life she had given me, I looked upward at my beloved mother.

How I longed to keep her—to stay with her!I felt a great, deep love for her. I had just seen the most beautiful being of all creation.

Tears flooded down my face, to be in the presence of such raw, pure beauty.

But in that moment, I knew, formidably and without question: She would die after giving birth to me. She was giving her life to me—even of her physical body. I wept to feel her love.

She, a living sacrifice. And so, with trembling reverence, I took a bite—not out of hunger, but of love. Weeping, I partook of Her flesh and blood that I might live—and honor her by living.

The Web and the Message

Again, the spiders came—so many, many spiders—rubbing their hair-covered legs against me as they carried me.

They brought me to a grand, glistening web with threads that hummed with vibration, stretched across worlds unseen.

They placed me at the center. A spider crown upon my head. Eyes glistening like stars.

And a voice whispered through the silk: “You are in incubation. Rest. The weaving begins soon.”

Remembrance

This story is for all of us, for it is the story of creation.

Each one, crowned. That is you!

For we are the children of the gods.

If you hold spider energy, it is the ancestors from your DNA who speak to you—the reverence of the stories forgotten.

We are eternally made by Manique, Mother Spider—Creator, the Weaver of the Universe, the Connector of All.

Her Womb is Creation.You are born by Her—our beloved Eternal Mother.

Remember. Remember. Remember—the sacred path for remembering…

The Eternal Beloved Mother.