Mor Sanos Orra

Mor Sanos Orra is believed to have begun in the lands of the Celts several thousand years ago. Mainly used by women, the knowledge of the healing energies and a system of sounds and symbols for universal healing energies was developed. Various healing systems, which crossed many different cultures, emerged from this single root system. Unfortunately, the original source itself was forgotten.

Alice inherited her mother’s gifts and went on to marry. Her husband was a good and gentle man and they loved each other dearly. Alice had predicted not only the physical appearance of her future husband but also his personality characteristics.  She made this prediction at the age of five.  Alice had sat on her mother’s lap and had conjured up a story. She told her mother that she was to marry “a strong man, broad in his shoulder, tall in his stance with sky blue eyes and hair of gold. Gentle and kind he will be, and he’ll not beat me but love me beyond all things”. Her mother took Alice’s hands and with palms opened to the sky, she gently inscribed an invisible series of secret, sacred symbols onto her small daughter’s outstretched hands. She whispered in the girl’s ear some ancient phrase. This phrase was “Mor Sanos Orra” And then out loud she said “So mote it be!” and asked Alice to clap her hands three times.

Alice did marry and love such a man and was loved like no other by him. She went on to give birth to three daughters: Ailsa, Agnes and Anne. It was in childbirth giving life to her last daughter Anne, that Alice let out a terrible scream – not just the pains of labour but a stabbing pain to her heart. Her beloved husband had been killed under a cartwheel of a passing stagecoach. He had lain injured but still breathing for some minutes. But despite any help he received, his life force left him. At the moment of his death Alice had suffered the great pain to her heart. She had known that if she had been by his side she could have healed him with her special and secret ritual that her mother had taught her. But as she mourned the death of her most beloved husband she gave life to her newborn child. As with her other daughters on the day of their birth, she took the tiny hands her baby and inscribed the same secret, sacred symbols onto them. She whispered the same ancient phrase. She clapped her daughter’s hands together three times and said aloud “So mote it be!”

Anne and her sisters became powerful healers and weavers of magical powers and were much sought after. They became midwives who had powers to soften the pains of childbirth; they were able to ensure a comfortable passing to the dying and treated many ailments and life threatening illnesses successfully. They were often called upon to bless crops to allow a good harvest and passed on their good fortune and luck to others. The sisters used the same ritual of the whispered ancient phrase and inscribing of sacred symbols on palms of hands. They passed this ritual down to their own daughters and so it went, passing down from mother to daughter throughout the generations with each daughter inheriting extremely powerful healing and magical powers. Because of the persecution with burnings, hangings and torture of witches the ritual was kept within the family, the female descendents of Alice, and only used to help very trusted people.

In 1665 Isabelle, daughter of Anne and granddaughter of Alice, was passing through the villages of Derbyshire offering her services of midwifery and dying comforter. It was during her stay there that it came to be known that in the close by village of Eyam the great plague, that was ravaging London, had taken hold.

To prevent its deathly spread, Isabelle circled the village where she was staying three times, and carried out her ritual on all the buildings. Neither Isabelle nor anyone in that village fell victim to the plague that had decimated Eyam so cruelly.

Isabelle continued to practice her craft and passed it on to her own daughter Elizabeth. And it is with Elizabeth that our story takes an interesting twist. On Halloween night 31st October in the year of 1701 Elizabeth, great granddaughter of Alice, gave birth to a daughter she named Matilda. The baby was placed in the arms of Alice now the grand old age of 101, and lying on her deathbed. The wonderful woman, who had lived in three centuries, healed and helped countless people and had begun the lineage that produced for her daughters, granddaughters, great granddaughters and now a great great granddaughter, to pass on the healing and magical energy ritual down through the ages. In her dying moments she cradled the newborn and whispered the ancient words, inscribed the sacred symbols on the babes tiny velvet soft hands with her very wrinkly, bony finger and said aloud with her last breath on this earth “So mote it be!”

In turn Matilda’s great granddaughter Rose used her inherited magical powers to help out her employer. She had taken up the position of maidservant to a wealthy industrialist widower in Rotherham in the East Riding of Yorkshire. He was a kindly man but a foolish one and had lost all his wealth by gambling. He had become very unhappy after losing his wife. His health had suffered also as he failed to look after himself properly. Down to his last  £100 Rose found him sobbing in his parlour. He feared he would find himself an inmate of the newly built poorhouse as he faced financial ruin. Rose said she could help. Desperate the man agreed to Rose helping him. With her clairvoyant skills she predicted that he would again find good health, the love of a good woman and great wealth. Rose whispered the ancient words, inscribed the sacred symbols on his palms and told him to clap his hands three times. Rose said aloud “So mote it be!” and told the man he must cross water to make his dream come true and to cross her palm with silver. He gave Rose a silver shilling, she held it to her heart. She slipped the coin back in his pocket and said that silver would be his making.

Rose later learned that with the last of his money he had booked passage from Liverpool to New York and had set up business as owner of a silversmith factory. He had met and fallen in love with an American woman and went on to marry her. He became healthier, wealthier and very much happier.

Yet another descendent of Alice who had been passed the ritual, healing and magical powers named Geraldine used them wisely in 1940. With other witches in southern England on July 31 (Lammas Eve) she performed a ritual to prevent Hitler's forces from invading England. No invasion came.

Geraldine was the grandmother to our High Priestess and the founder of the Psychic Moon Coven, Amethyst. Amethyst feels that this very ancient and special powerful energy should be used to help and heal as many people as possible today. With so much pain, war, and disease, crippling debt and failing relationships, Amethyst believes that it is her calling to pass on Alice’s sacred symbols, ancient words and healing and psychic powers. This has become known as an Empowerment of the healing energy of Mor Sanos Orra.