Why We Gather: Sisterhood at the Edge of the Unknown

By Lady Ann Selene

There are women who walk this world as if they have one foot in another. Women who carry a knowing, even when they can’t yet name it. Women whose intuition feels older than their bodies, whose dreams read like folklore, whose bones hum at the mention of myth, whose breath slows when the fog rolls in across a forest path.

If you’re here, reading this, chances are you’re one of them. And so am I.

My name is Ann Selene, and my life has always been intertwined with the psychological, the ancestral, and the paranormal. I’ve never been a spectator in this realm; weavers rarely are. We feel the pulse of something older than language… a kind of belonging that is remembered rather than learned.

And in that remembering, sisterhood becomes more than comfort.

It becomes survival. It becomes a return.

Women Have Gathered Since the Beginning

Across the world, from the Celtic Isles to the Black Forest, from the tribes of the Amazon to the Indigenous nations of North America, women have long formed their own sanctuaries.

Anthropologists have documented them under many names:

• Moon Lodges Many Indigenous cultures in North America honored menstruation as “moon time.” Women gathered in these lodges or tents to rest, share wisdom, and connect spiritually.

  
  

• Communal Childbirth and Midwifery Traditions in the Mediterranean and Middle East, midwives, grandmothers, and mothers passed down generational knowledge.

  
  

• Celtic Wise-Woman Gatherings archaeological evidence suggests women-centered Celtic communities with powerful social roles.

  
  

These spaces differed in ritual, language, and belief, but shared one universal truth: Women thrive when they gather. Women remember who they are when they gather.

This is not a myth. This is history.

The Red Tent Revival: A Modern Remembering

In 1997, Anita Diamant published The Red Tent, a novel imagining biblical women sharing their lives, stories, and blood-wisdom within a sacred tent. Though fictional, it reawakened something ancient, something anthropologically grounded in global women’s practices.

Following the book’s release:

• Red Tent circles began forming worldwide.

  
  

• Women reclaimed their right to rest, witness, and be witnessed.

  
  

• Community became a form of resistance against isolation.

  
  

• And female spaces were no longer seen as relics, but as necessary sanctuaries.

  
  

This was sacred re-membering. Reconnecting with what was historically ours and that remembering is what led me to create my own online group called Roots of Sisterhood, a circle built not on dogma, but on belonging.

My Own Path: A Life Between Worlds

I come from a lineage that carries Scotland’s mist, Ireland’s sovereignty, and the myth-memory of the Black Sea Germans. Names like Mackay, Campbell, Stewart, Wallace, Ruthven, and Kennedy run through my blood; clans woven into Scotland’s history of resilience and sovereignty. In Highland lore, families were sometimes said to carry the gift of An Da Shealladh, the “second sight,” a prophetic vision passed through generations. Whether in legend or lived memory, these names echo with stubborn will and enduring presence.

I’m a psychological researcher, a paranormal investigator, a mythologist, an author…But before all of that, I was a girl who saw things before she understood them.

My eyes, hazel green, the color often described in Celtic lore as those “touched by the Otherworld,” were my first inheritance. Not a power. Not something dramatic or cinematic. Just… an opening. A sensitivity. An attunement to the liminal.

I study Jung, the unconscious, archetypes, and how myth is not something we read but something we live in. I study the paranormal and cryptids because patterns, psyche, and the unknown speak a shared language.

I work with ancestral memory and epigenetics because blood has more to say than we allow it.

That is the heart of my path. Not authority. Not hierarchy. Just the living pulse of old knowing.

Why I Joined the Cryptid Women’s Society

Most paranormal spaces focus on the spectacle. Most women’s groups focus on the gentle. I’ve belonged fully to neither, because my life sits in the crossroads between them.

The Cryptid Women’s Society is the first community I’ve found that honors the whole of who we are:

• The intuitive and the analytical

  
  

• The mythic and the scientific

  
  

• The psychological and the supernatural

  
  

• The tender and the terrifying

  
  

• The ancestral and the modern

  
  

Women who come here are not merely content consumers. They are - Pattern-seers. - Symbol readers. -  Dream-walkers. - Investigators. - Creators. - Thought-leaders. - Women who want to understand themselves, their gifts, their shadows, and the world beyond the veil.

This is a place for women who want to learn, grow, train, explore, and develop mastery in the supernatural industries, not just watch from the outside.

Where My Focus Lies Now

My dedication lies in helping women understand:

• their psyche

  
  

• their intuition

  
  

• their symbols

  
  

• their ancestral memory

  
  

• their connection to myth and the paranormal

  
  

• their calling within the “giant mixing bowl of the supernatural.”

  
  

My focus is not to lead. My focus is to remember, and to help other women remember themselves.

A Closing Word: The Circle Remembers

Sisterhood is not a luxury.Sisterhood is an ancient survival strategy.An anthropological truth.A psychological necessity.A spiritual homecoming.

And here, within the Cryptid Women’s Society, we are not rebuilding something new.We are restoring something ancient.

A circle.A lodge.A tent.A firelit clearing where women gather at the edge of the unknown— and recognize themselves in one another.

I’m honored to be part of that circle. And I’m honored to meet you here, in this strange and sacred place where myth, psyche, and sisterhood breathe as one.