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inner voices and other nagging whispers

Saturday, June 20th, 2009

I’ve been watching the videos of Abraham a lot lately. I just keep playing bits of them, over and over. I can’t quite figure out what fascinates me about them most. Is it how well Esther can hear and interpret her inner voice(s)? Is it what those voices are saying? Because Abraham’s advice is beautifully simplistic and wonderfully on target. Or is it because this lady and her husband have been, for I believe well over 20 years now, have generated what has to be a very comfortable income doing exactly what they love to do and that I am terribly, terribly jealous?

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why must divisions be so divisive?

Friday, February 20th, 2009

As the mythology research continues, there is something I just have to say.

(And I realize saying this practically makes Athena my personal savior, and it’s good she has a big shield so when the feminists come out and pelt me I have something to hide behind.)

When researching Greek mythology, you find out this: there was this sweet pastoral culture in place in the Aegean peninsula where everyone got along and cultivated the land together in small, close knit communities. And everyone worshipped the Great Mother Goddess as the earth, as the giver of food and life, and as the representation of all that there was in the universe. And things were lovely and then the MEAN EVIL HUNTERS INVADED with their storm god and their brutish customs and cut and hacked their bloody way through the Mother Goddess Civilization of Light and Goodness.

Ok, it doesn’t get put quite like that. At least, not by most scholars. Mostly. The particular thing that irks me is that the Neolithic village society is called matriarchal, and the Paleolithic hunter-gather conquering warrior society is called patriarchal. And then we get the whole centuries of matriarchal repression by patriarchal societies statements, and the “movements” to go back to a matriarchal/Goddess culture, because clearly that was better–or at least less bloody.

And maybe it *was* better. But “matriarchal” implies that one sex had all the power while the other was subjugated. It implies that the universe is a better place when it is looked at through a paradigm of femininity. I’m sorry; how is this better than a patriarchy? Where are men supposed to fit in and be ok being male? The “way men are” doesn’t cause atrocity: fear does. And if you look at the right sources, (try Armstrong’s A Short History of Myth) you’ll learn that in order for the Goddess to be the earth that sustains and gives life, she must be impregnated by the Sky God (yay rain!) for her to bring forth the miracle of growth from the nothingness.

See?! Both elemental energies working together. *That* is a right way, I think. So can we please stop being sore over the MEAN EVIL patriarchy that’s been so MEAN and EVIL? And instead of trying to smother everything over with Goddessy-goodness as backlash, let’s focus on making room for everybody. Something which might maybe could begin with changing our terminology to stop emulating the war of the sexes.

obama day

Tuesday, January 20th, 2009

How could I ignore today, the day of our 44th president? I have just listened to his inaugural speech. It’s literally calming to listen to him speak, to know that our leader sounds…like a leader.

This, of course, is all perception. President Obama knows that it is a change of perception that is necessary, beyond programs and regulations. Our way of life is fueled by the emotion of the masses, which come from the perception of the world. If we are shown a world full of fears, we react out of fear. If we are shown a world full of hope, we react out of hope. It is not hard to guess which course of action will be the wiser….

Our new, beloved President has challenged me, and all of us, to have hope. Hope is no easy thing to have. It is a state of mind that is so fragile any dark emotion can come along and steal it away. A single thought can crush it. The unthinking action of a stranger can rob it from us, and well-meaning words from a loved one can snuff it completely.

Two weeks ago, I had so much hope. Now I am desperately fanning the embers and casting about for fuel. So easily that surety fled. Listening to the President has reminded me that as hard it can feel to nurture and sustain hope, in truth it is no more than a change of mind away.

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