The Goddess Is Alive In Each Girl

The Goddess Is Alive In Each Girl

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By Susun Weed
The Goddess is Alive in Each Girl
The True Story of How She Got here to Be, How She Disappeared, and How She Returned
c. 1999, Susun S. Weed
To start with, every part started, as it always does, with delivery. The Nice Mom of All gave delivery, and the Earth started to breathe. Once more, and once more, and again, the Great Mom gave start. And the vegetation started to breathe and the animals began to breathe and the 2-legged ones started to breathe. All types of life started to breathe. To breathe, to dwell. In the air, on the land, in the water, and even in the fires of deep sulfurous vents where mild never shines, all forms of life started to breathe. They usually were all very hungry.
"What shall we eat?" they asked the Great Mother. "You eat me," she mentioned with a smile. They usually did. They ate of Her physique. The vegetation despatched their roots down into the earth they usually ate of Her flesh and Her bones. The vegetation drank Her clear blood. From her deep springs, from her flowing waters, the vegetation ate. And they grew strong. And they gave start. The grasses multiplied and rippled within the wind. Roots grew fats and juicy. And in every single place there have been amazingly-formed leaves, and flowers of many colors, and fruits wondrous to behold.
The animals ate Her. They didn't eat Her flesh and Her bones as the crops did. They could not send their roots into Her, for that they had legs and they moved about on the face of the Earth. Some of the animals ate of the grasses that grew from the Mom. A few of the two-legged ones ate the seeds of the grasses and the roots of the vegetation and their leaves. They ate they usually ate and they ate. They began to present to delivery, too. Soon there have been many, many mouths eating the Mother. There have been many, many feet stirring up the crimson mud of the Mom. There have been many mouths to reward her abundance. And lots of mouths to feed.
"I'm you and you're me. I am here so that you can eat. Now eat me. Eat all of me." she urged them. And some of the animals ate Her flesh and Her bones in the form of the other animals. And a few of the two-legged ones ate Her flesh and Her bones in the type of the animals. And her clear blood turned purple. And this pink blood flowed within the bodies of the animals and the our bodies of the 2-leggeds who ate of the animals who ate of the vegetation who ate of Her. And the Great Mom was well pleased.
Now this crimson blood flowed in the bodies of the 2-legged ones. It flowed of their our bodies and it sang to them. This red blood sang to them of the infinite wisdom of the Nice Mom, and the infinite dance of the moon, and the countless spiral of beginning and life and dying. And those who had been spherical and full just like the Mom felt the blood stirring in their bellies. The good purple blood moved in their bellies and so they were stuffed with marvel, and they mentioned to the Mother: "What we could do with the crimson blood that strikes so strongly in our bellies, Mother?" And she replied: "Give it to me. Return this blood to me. Nourish me. Permit me to replenish myself from your blood." And they also did.
Each month when the moon grew dark and disappeared, the blood started to circulation from between the legs of some of the two-legged ones. From the wombs of the 2-legged ones, the blood flowed: purple and rich and nourishing. The purple blood flowed into Her and she or he stated: "You are me and I'm you. Your blood is my blood. And my blood is yours. Ceaselessly and without end, we are going to nourish one another. And if you will preserve holy the times of your bleeding, I'll educate you all the secrets and techniques of the crops and the animals. And if you will preserve holy the days of your bleeding, I'll teach you all of the secrets and techniques of Heaven and Earth." And so the women stored holy the times of their bleeding, and so they grew wise in the methods of the plants, the ways of the animals, and the methods of Heaven and Earth.
And so it was for a lot of, many turns of the Earth across the Sun. Till the change. Nobody actually is aware of the place it started. Like a small hearth, at first it seemed innocent. The women had been wise and so they thought no harm might come to them. Were they not the very Earth herself? To harm a woman, was it not the identical as harming the Mother? And who could be so silly as to harm their very own Mother? To hurt the supply of nourishment and comfort and energy?
But there were those that were so silly. Deluded, they grew boastful, and commenced to inform the story of creation in an odd method. They started to believe that a person gave birth to the Earth and to people! They stated that man was the source of all nourishment and knowledge. They mentioned that man was the image of God, and that God was jealous, and offended, that God demanded ache and blood and despised the simple pleasures of the physique, of the earth. They said that God lived above, not inside the earth, that God lived in heaven and was above all life. They mentioned that males had been above all life, too. That man had dominion over all of life, over the entire Earth herself, to do with as he pleased.
Oh, how foolish their stories had been. Surely no one might believe such stories! Absolutely everyone may see clearly that girl was the supply of life, and nourishment. Absolutely it was clear that the ladies's blood was the life of the Earth and the lifetime of the people. And that the pleasure of the body was holy, was sacred, was good. That the Earth was alive, was our true Mother, and have to be respected. That we are a part of Her, dependent on Her for our very breath.
However, like a small fireplace left alone when the wind is blowing, the strange tales of God, of man as creator, grew and multiplied. The small hearth of deceit rapidly turned a raging storm, a storm that threatened all life. For the boys began to say that the blood of women was dangerous, that ladies's moon time blood was dirty, unclean, even dangerous. They began to say that ladies themselves were soiled and dangerous. They began to say that the Earth was soiled and dangerous. They started to think about themselves as aside from the Earth, as separate from the Earth, as better than the Earth. They started to think of themselves as other than girls, as superior to girls, as the master of ladies.
The women did their finest to are inclined to the holy fires. The women did their finest to maintain the days of their bleeding sacred. The women did their best to show their daughters how to study from the crops and the animals and the Earth. And the ladies did their finest to be true to the mysteries of the moon-time and the wisdom of the Great Mother.
However the men were lost. With out the wisdom of the women, alone and aside, the men forgot the methods of peace. They forgot that the Earth was their Mother. They forgot that every one ladies have been sacred. And they started to fight. At first they fought solely among themselves. But quickly the sickness unfold and the lads began to fight the women. They started to torture the ladies. They began to kill the ladies. They sure women's feet for this ache gave males pleasure.
They burned women at the stake for a way dare any girl fake to know the therapeutic ways of the crops. They stoned girls to loss of life for it frightened them to see even the smallest bit of her holy flesh. They minimize out the pleasure elements from between her legs for here was an influence that seemed uncontrollable. And they advised her, repeatedly, till she began to imagine it was true, that she was not sacred, that she was not made in the picture of God.
They males informed one another that women have been inferior, that the animals were inferior, and that the crops have been inferior. Quickly, overrated with false satisfaction, the men began to devise ways to make use of the women and the animals and the vegetation with out respect for their power, with out respect for their sacredness. The men started to imagine that their view of the world was the only view of the world.
From one side of the Earth to the other, they abused the ladies and the crops and the animals. They used them without regard and kept them locked away. They ignored the cries of pain. They got here to consider that women and plants and animals truly enjoyed being harm. They confused some women so terribly that these women started to imagine that they really were soiled and in want of punishment. They tortured so many ladies that the knowledge of the ladies seemed to be the lie, and the lies of the lads took on the trappings of truth.
But the Great Mom lives in each lady. In every place and each time, the Great Mother exhibits herself within the form of each dwelling lady. "Eat me." she whispers within the desires of the lady. And the woman throws off the bed covers and walks barefoot into the moonlit night. She is yearning. She feels a deep stirring in her stomach. She seems to be at the moon and he or she fancies that she hears the moon speaking to her. "You're sacred. You're the starting and the end of all existence. I am you and you're me. Keep sacred the times of your bleeding and I will share with you the wisdom of the plants and the animals and the very Earth."
Can she imagine it's true? Dare she believe the truth of the phrases she appears to listen to? All her life she has been instructed that she is not pretty sufficient, nor good sufficient, not sturdy enough. All the pieces seems to inform her that she is just too spherical, too emotional, too sensitive. And not sacred, in fact, the complete opposite of sacred.
All the days of her life she has heard the tales of the wonders of man, the creator. She has heard it so usually that it has the sound of fact: God is a person. God is all highly effective, so men are all powerful (and girls are weak). God is clean, so males are clean (and ladies are soiled). God is pure, so men are pure (and women are filth). God by no means bleeds from between his legs and males by no means bleed from between their legs (so the flowing blood of ladies is a illness, a curse, a punishment). How can she imagine that her blood is sacred? How can she permit herself to feel pleasure, to call it good, to name it holy? How can she dare to consider that she is the Goddess?
Yes, the Goddess! The Goddess who's alive in each girl, in every place, in each time. The Goddess who whispers in our dreams. The Goddess who smiles in our lives. The Goddess who stirs the blood in our bellies. The Goddess who is aware of that each girl is wise and powerful and sacred. The Goddess who calls to us: "Hold the times of your bleeding sacred. Keep in mind that your blood is the blood of life, the blood of peace. Feed me your blood, your moon-time blood, oh my daughter, my lover. Feed me, for I starvation and I thirst for you.
"Return to me. Return to yourself. Keep in mind your self. Remember me. I am the Great Mom. I am the Goddess. I'm the Wise Girl. Listen to my phrases. Take heed to my tune. I am in you, thus I can never be lost. My story is your story. And it's the true story of beginning and life and demise. Eat me. Feed me. You're lady and so am I. By means of me, you exist; through you, I exist. We are those who create. We are the ones who nourish. We are the ones who open the gates between the worlds. We're the ones who should reclaim ourselves, who should reweave ourselves.
"Oh sister, pricey sister, the threads are skinny, the track is faint. Tell me it's not too late. Tell me that you just hear me. Tell me that you consider me. Inform me that the Goddess has returned. Tell me you are listening to the plants and the animals and your own deep realizing. Inform me you are looking previous the slick, simple lies and into the messy, complicated truth. Inform me that you really feel the red blood stirring in your belly.
"Tell me it isn't too late. Tell me the sisters are awakening. Inform me the moonlodge is rebuilt. Tell me that the words of White Buffalo Calf Lady weren't in useless. Tell me that Kwan Yin's heart shouldn't be breaking. Tell me that Venus is secure. Tell me that Artemis roams free within the woods. Inform me that Lilith is welcome at your desk. Tell me that you simply do not forget that pleasure is holy to me. Tell me that you refuse to consider that you simply delight in pain.
"Tell me that you just really feel me reaching out to you from the deep core of your being, from time out of thoughts. Tell me that you just feel me waking up inside you, waking you up to your magnificence and your energy. Tell me that you are reclaiming your reality and turning a deaf ear to the lies. Tell me that you just bear in mind that you're the Goddess. Inform me that you just do not forget that you and I are the same. Tell me you retain sacred the days of your bleeding. Tell me you honor your crones.

"I have been with you because the beginning, and I shall be with you at the end. I am part of you and you are part of me. Permit me to love you. Permit me to honor you. Permit me to return."
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