You Can't Get Here From There, Francis

Pope Urban II at the Council of Clermont of 1095, given a late Gothic setting in this illumination from the Livre des Passages d'Outre-mer, of c 1490 (Bibliothèque nationale de France) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You will not find the Divine Feminine through Christianity.

 Christianity is a rigid patriarchy that at best tolerates its

'lunatic fringe', (currently Rev. Matthew Fox and his followers),

at worst defrocks, excommunicates and burns them at the

stake.

There has been a lot of wonder this week because Pope

Francis said he doesn't judge gay people.

 

Piffle.

 There have always been gay priests.

 

If Pope Francis had said, "I think women should be equal

partners in the church and I think the Godhead should reflect

the fact that we are all children of the Spirit," then there would

be cause for wonder.

 

But he didn't.

And he won't.

 

You just can't get here from there.

A Goddess Myth for Gay Pride Week

The Earth seen from Apollo 17. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 There was a time when the Wind was all that existed.

The Wind did not think, the wind only 'was'.

In the emptiness of nothing the Wind birthed time

and time begat mass and mass begat the universe

and the Earth.

 

The Wind blew across the dark waters of Earth and

land formed and became green.

 

People appeared and the people named the Wind

"Goddess"  and they worshipped Her.

And She became strong and full of Wisdom.

 

The Goddess cared for the earth

and her daughters and sons. 

She found great joy in all of creation. 

 

But one day men came who took the Wind

and remade it in their own warlike image.

 

The Wind became Yahweh the angry,

jealous God. 

 

It forgot its joy in creation.

In birthing.

In its love for daughters of

the earth.

 

For thousands of years the Earth was

convulsed by wars and poisoned by greed.

 

Until it lay dying.

 

Then a cry went up from the people

and was lifted on the wind.

 

And the Wind remembered.

Who She was.

Who She is.

 

Blessed be.

 

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You'll find Her wherever an injustice to

the Earth and it's people is being righted.

She is with the women's movement,

the labour movement, the struggle for civil

rights.

She is with the 99%, the Idle No More movement

and the environmentalists.

 And today she is with the LGBTQ community.

Congratulations to all my gay and lesbian family and friends.

Enjoy your day!

God Has Great Hair

Hair dressers somehow sense that they hold my self esteem between the blades of their scissors. I walk into a hair salon every six weeks glad to finally get something done with my mop of odd cowlicks and inevitably walk out an hour later looking like a shellacked, semi-plucked chicken. It’s a vicious cycle of hope and despair and it has been going on my whole life.

Now, anybody who has taken Art History 101 or has picked up a magazine that features an archaeology dig in Europe, knows that not only was God exclusively female in prehistoric times, She also had great hair. Braided, beaded, coiled, wrapped around the head, the dos were really something. So much effort went into the carving of the hair styles on the ancient Goddess figurines; it seems obvious to me that great hair had as much importance to those women as it does to women of the 21st century.

But who were the early stylists? Without mirrors, the women couldn’t have managed such elaborate coifs by themselves. I can only surmise it must have been a mother/daughter/sister, you-do-mine, I’ll-do yours, sort of thing. Pity the poor cave woman without female relatives. She must have been the schmuck of her clan, forever whining about her hair, avoided at the drinking stream and in the berry patch, passed over by the best hunters.

The conclusion is undeniable. I am channeling some poor cave woman who was an orphan and without sisters or daughters.

Now that I understand this, I can relax. Maybe I’ll let my hair grow. Revisit Woodstock, (not that I was actually there). Get in touch with my inner prehistoric woman. Because one thing is for sure, if the Goddess is reemerging and if you’ve ever seen those small sculptures of Her, you’ll understand, my fellow female persons, we’re going to have other things to worry about.

See you at the gym.