THE HEART OF THE LABYRINTH

by Nicole Schwab , Author of THE HEART OF THE LABYRINTH

” As everything she thought she knew about herself disintegrates: her health, career, family and identity, Maya embarks on a journey of discovery to the land of her ancestors. There, a mysterious Sage guides her through dreams, visions and lifetimes, to the heart of the labyrinth.

Coming face-to-face with her subconscious belief that being a woman is a threat, she understands that to step into wholeness she will have to reclaim the sacred feminine fire burning in her soul.

But what is at stake far exceeds her individual life: with it sits the fate of the Earth herself, waiting for the Priestess to be reborn.

A grand, soul-shifting answer to the hungry soul’s question: who am I? Maya’s story calls us back to a sacred, personal connection with the Earth.

Nicole Schwab is a mesmerising new voice for our times, offering a message of Earth-centered wisdom reuniting us with the divine feminine.”

Synopsis : The Heart of the Labyrinth

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Excerpt from Chapter IX Willakuti: The Return of the Sun

Saywa – “In the depth of the night, I arrived at the ruins. There was no moon and the sky was adorned with crisp stars twinkling through the icy cold of the vast plains. The Southern Cross magnificently parted the sky, right above the extensive temple grounds. A small group of men and women sat around a fire, most of them dressed in ceremonial clothing. They welcomed me in my native language and invited me to join them. I walked up the few steps leading into the main precinct and stopped before the eerie silhouettes of the ancient monoliths stoically holding on to their secrets, defying the passing of time. I marveled at the mysterious gate of the sun, a chiseled stone arch dancing in the glow of the crackling flames. It seemingly invited us to step into another dimension and leave behind all limitations imposed by our delusional minds.

More and more people kept coming throughout the night, drawn by a mysterious pull they could neither explain nor understand. They had simply followed their bodies, gathering around our fire with the unspoken faith of those who know they are about to witness something spectacular. I did not see them, but felt the growing human presence around me, and the bubbling energy of joint anticipation. My eyes were closed. As the fire slowly burned to the ground, I sat absorbed by the process of my purification from the past, shedding layer after layer of confusion, being led effortlessly into the deep dark void of pure creative potential. There, surrendered to the longest and blackest of nights, in the silent circle of our prayers, we waited. We waited for the return of the light.

Time stopped. There was no movement, no breath, no sign of life. Only the intense cold and the mute indifference of the stones mocking our impatience in the face of eternity. We held the void with all our courage, willing to hold it forever, trusting life to spring forth once again from the creative miracle of our minds. …”

The Heart of the Labyrinth,  by Nicole Schwab