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I am the womb
of every hope
I am the fire
of every season
I am the queen
of every hive
I am the womb
of every life.
I am a drop
of morning dew
I am a star
in the evening sky
I am the light
by which you read
I am a word
in this very book.
~Welsh Bardic Incantations
How do you find the Goddess? By looking where you are. She is not in France or Japan or Ireland anymore than she is with you at this instant. She is everywhere, penetrating every moment of every life with feminine power. There is not a single part of life that she does not touch; there is not a single place on this earth where she cannot be touched.
When did we first learn to forget her? Did we not all, as children, know the pervasive power of divinity? Did we all once know how to fall between the slats of time into a timeless world where she endured? We can get back that sense of wonder at the radiance of creation. How? By looking. Looking everywhere, looking at each moment. She has never left us; we have never left her. She is here, in this precious moment, as surely as she has ever been.
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Her beauty shines forth: Kokyanwhuti,
she who gives light and nourishes life,
the mother of all that lives and shall live.
There she stands, dressed in soft wool,
white and blue, woven with the symbols
of womanhood, the butterfly and the blossom.
Turquoise and shell and coral: these are
her jewels. Fair and warm and tender:
these are her expressions. Gleaming white:
this is the color of her soft skin boots.
Look how she smiles at us as she dances
on the shifting sands of time. Look
how she smiles at us before she disappears.
~Hopi Creation Myth
The beginning of each year reminds us of all beginnings. It is a fertile and creative period when anything seems possible. Like the Goddess Kokyanwhuti, the Hopi Spider Woman, everything seems lovely, magnificent, abundant. Hope swells in our hearts. we expect nothing but beauty before us, behind us, above us.
Yet in the ancient myth of creation, as soon as the Goddess appears, she disappears again. So too in our lives, the brief enthusiasm of beginnings comes all too soon to an end. All too soon, harsh reality sets in. Great plans seem foolish and unattainable, our lives seem pinched and small, hope seems to disappear from our reach.
That same ancient myth tells us an important secret, however: that the goddess did not disappear, but submerged herself into the very reality that challenges us. Our great dreams are not dead, only dispersed among the daily efforts it takes to achieve them. Our great hopes are not dead, only hidden within our hearts. Remembering the presence of the Goddess, even on dark and wintry days of the spirit, we can go forward to a greater future.
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Mother of fields, mother of waters,
mother of mountains, we call out to you:
Whose seeds are we? To whom do we belong?
Mother of thunder, mother of trees,
mother of the world, we ask you:
Where did we begin? Where are we going?
Mother of the world, mother of the shaman's pole,
mother of temples, mother of the sky:
Where do we find you? When are you with us?
Mother of our dances, mother of the sun,
mother of fire, mother of all food:
Are you not the only mother we know?
~Kagaba People of South America
Throughout the ages, on all continents, people have worshipped the divine feminine. But for many centuries in our culture, the vision of a universal mother has been supressed. There has been no great sky mother above us, no great earth mother on whose body we walk. There has been no goddess to whom we call out on dark nights when we, like lost children, yearn for her comforting presence.
Yet hunger for her has never died. Saints and heroines took her place, slaking somewhat the human thirst for a primal mother who would care for her human children as she does for the rest of the world. Now, in our day, the goddess in her primal glory is reemerging.
She has never left us; she has been there all along, however hidden and denied. All we ever needed to do was call out to her. All we need to do now is call out to her. She is there, and she will answer.
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The Goddess Companion
The Goddess is an eye of fire,
born from a cauldron of strength.
The Goddess is a radiant fire,
born from an ocean of fear.
The goddess is strong and fearsome.
Her Magic is strong and powerful.
When she grows angry, she strikes,
and her enemies wither from her wrath.
~Egyptian Coffin Texts
The feminine force is not only warm and matronly, friendly and girlish. It is also a power of fire and strength, or righteous anger and powerful wrath. As the Egyptians knew when they honored Sekhmet, the wrathful lion Goddess of the sun's fire, nature cannot be contained nor constrained within our human vision of gentleness and love. She is vaster than that. She is all the natural forces or purification and change; she is fire as well as earth and water.
So, too, each woman has the fierce fiery power of the primal Goddess within her. And there are times when that power should be used, nature. Once the purifying fire has done its work, the kindlier aspects of the Goddess will return.seasons when the soul, and the exterior of life that reflects it, must be purged and cleansed. A woman must not retreat from the challenge of using this power, for it is a part of her feminine.
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No one, not even the gods, can
know your immensity, Mother
of all beings, you who gave birth
to yourself, alone. Your heavy
breasts shine yellow as saffron.
How can we not worship you!
How can we not banish doubt and anger
from our minds so that we can know
your red body with its milky breasts;
your body, beautiful and bountiful;
your body red and saffron-gold;
our source and our safety?
~Indian Tantrasara
Throughout the world, for countless generations, people have praised the goddess as the primal creative force of the universe.
She is depicted as giving birth to herself, then birthing all the other gods and goddesses, as well as all of nature and humanity.
How can we doubt that we have, within us, a similar creative force? If we acknowledge our connection to the universal power
we call the Goddess, how can we not also see her actions within our hearts and souls? Each action we take, consciously
and wholeheartedly, is new and fresh. Each step we take in our life's dance has never been taken before. The greatest honor
that we can give the Goddess is to acknowledge her workings within our lives
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