And on and on it went multiple cells of ceremony, ritual, prayer, fasting, singing, healing, praising, organizing together and often living together until resources expanded. Until there was a national and international organization.  The dynamic here between the genders was sharp and the power relationship totally obvious, in their own minds the men were the boss, the founding fathers.  But Wombans insistence for their own leadership had a profound lineage to call it into being.  My Mother-daughter of the Founding Mother of this organization.   And so, it was the women’s meeting began, my Mother at the Helm.