Temple Story
AVALON, the Isle of Apples, Ynys Witrin, the Shining Realm, is a legendary Landscape of Love that exists both within our bodies and in the external world of Gaia.
The Holy Isle of Avalon guards the gates of evolutionary destiny for Gaia. Here in the Landscape of Love that is Avalon we find the entrance to Gaia’s secrets, her great beating Dragon Heart of Destiny.
Avalon is the eternal Shining Realm of Sovereignty, a stronghold of ancient Magic. As Ynys Witrin, the “Isle of Glass,” Avalon is the mirror, the reflector of your own soul. What you experience in Avalon is who you are – make no mistake – for all of Avalon’s legends of being an eternal paradise, a summer realm of youth, peace and grace, Avalon is also the Isle of the Dead and wants you fully FREE more than anything else.
Freedom is a birth-right, but it also needs to be earned to be made real, to be embodied. Avalon will lead you into the deepest, most hidden places In your soul to excavate this indelible Divinity within you. As Avalon Awakens within you, she calibrates you to God, to Truth, to Love. She will strip you of all the ways you are fused with the illusion, with the lies, with the oppression and obscuring falsehoods of modern life. You have been trained to be a prisoner, to be a good girl or boy and to fear that which is your true benevolent majesty.
The Isle of Avalon summoned me home three decades ago and what a ride it has been to have this Landscape of Love awakened and pulsing within me every day since. Avalon took me apart and put me together. Morgana pushed me relentlessly to find my dragon heart courage and turn my shadow-self and monsters within into my greatest allies. Merlin descended into my crown on the Starfire of Awen and rearranged my mind and sense of self. The Lady of the Lake drowned me in my/Her emotions and restored the Holy Grail power in my blood. Arthur, Gwyn ap Nudd, Lancelot and Joseph of Arimathea partnered me within and taught me to surrender and trust the King in men.
Along the way as I walked my personal path of devotion, in 1999, the Lady of Avalon gave me a vision and a mission - to bring back a Dragon Lineage of Avalon. This lineage is a lineage not of priestesses, but of High Priestesses of Avalon. Ancient Grail-Keepers, these modern women have gathered from
around the planet, from many diverse circumstances and backgrounds. We have all been High Priestesses of Avalon in other timelines. But in this one, we have incarnated together, because there is work to do that can only be done as a collective, as a council, as a circle of equals.
This past Beltane of 2021, myself and Awakening Avalon Temple quietly celebrated the fulfillment of a landmark 22-year cycle of legacy building. There are now FOUR generations of in-tact Priestesses in our Dragon family! This is a huge accomplishment and I am so proud of both my own work and the radical dedication of the women I journey with. It is no easy thing to walk the Path of Avalon or to pull a Dragon Lineage out of the Mists of Time and anchor it fully across multiple generations. I bow down to the revolutionary commitment and pure devotion of the women who are Awakening Avalon Temple Priestesses. I thank you with all my heart for answering your Call and trusting me. My love for each of you and all of us swells my human heart past its walls and spills out to give my blood power back to the Land.
Four Generations of embodied Priestesses of Avalon - linked together through Love, breathing together through our shared devotion.
Dancing with Dragons.
Restoring the Faerie Accord.
Living as Heaven on Earth and creating the thriving future our children deserve.
As Within, So Without.
As Below, So Above.
We have got you, Gaia!
The Dragon Priestesses of Avalon are back!
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Deepest bows of Gratitude to the Holy Isle and the Pendragons of Avalon for my life.
May all that I am continue to serve your Holy Peace and Power,
Holly Raphaella Morgana
Photography by In Her Image
“The Mystic Avalon lives her hidden life, invisible save to those who have the key of the gates of vision. The quiet West Country world goes its way. Seed-time and harvest fail not, nor her inexhaustible wells. The pink foam of spring washes over her apple-orchards in its flood; the silver mists of autumn turn her water-meadows once again to a Lake of Wonder. Legend and history and the vision of the heart blend in the building of Mystical Avalon.”
— Dion Fortune