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Rising From the Cosmic Cauldron

by: Annalisa Derr

Waterhouse, John William. (1886)  Magic Circle.  Retrieved from: Wikimedia Commons website:  https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:John_William_Waterhouse_

Waterhouse, John William. (1886) Magic Circle. Retrieved from: Wikimedia Commons website: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:John_William_Waterhouse_

At a time of great social reconfiguration in the US, and in tandem with the devastation and deep sense of sadness that is being experienced by my community in Ventura and Santa Barbara Counties, I have struggled to feel grounded. In the midst of this turbulent energy, I was visited by the three Fates of Greek mythology as Shakespeare’s Weird Witchy Sisters from Macbeth. In this vision they were stirring the cosmic cauldron. Like alchemists, they churned its celestial contents, incanting and steadfastly watching their creation be birthed from its colorful contents. 

In antiquity, the three Fates were in charge of spinning, portioning out, and cutting the threads that symbolized the life and fate of each human life. Here, weaving—an “occupation” associated with women in almost every culture ever recorded—is a rich symbol of life and death, suggesting the durability, but also the fragility, of life. More importantly, their never-ceasing creative process stresses the interconnectedness of all human beings, past and present, and our collective fate on Earth. In fact, I will take a big step forward and say that their cosmic weaving reflects the interdependence of human beings with that of all sentient life on this planet, including Earth—Gaia—herself.  CONTINUE READING

 

 


The Earth Has Many Yonis

by Anita Teresa

Once, long ago, at the beginning of the Earth’s forming, (and re-forming and re-forming), She tucked away folds and slivers of Herself in silence and heat, burnishing them only myriad eons later to those who were worthy of seeing Her glory in hidden places.  These miraculous zones were clefts, deep cliffs and valleys, long dark crevices and full, bottomless caves.  

Thracian sanctuary Utroba cave ("Womb Cave",“Cave Vulva”)

Thracian sanctuary Utroba cave ("Womb Cave",“Cave Vulva”)

These empty spaces contained a shimmering array of jewels.  They were bedecked with splendor that only a naked eye in the dark could eventually see with soul-gazes, nothing less, nothing more.  One would have to sense their presence.  This is what attracted beasts like dragons and later, humans.  Many entered the great lairs of the Earth’s inner sanctums over the eons, most uninvited.  There were a few, a precious few who were permitted to root into these sacred chambers; these were the real lovers of Gaia, the latent Queen of the Ground, the Eternal Maman from which we all sprang, the original Goddess of the Promised Land with Her deep inner groanings and stirrings.

Eons passed.  Some of these inner chambers shifted and moved.  Some closed up and were never seen again.  Others opened wider, beckoning beloved visitors.  Lady Gaia was always predisposed toward those rare few, who now and then would come along, carefully and lovingly entering her inner secret spaces with great awe and terror, trembling with gratitude and reverence.  She would love those stewards, usually gardeners or spelunkers who were clever and sensitive, too sensitive for those other humans around them.  Many smaller, craftier and quieter creatures entered Her treasured lairs as well.  She didn’t mind them.  But ah, how She loved those rare beloveds who truly honored and bowed to Her great dark mysterious beauty.  CONTINUE READING


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