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When God Was A Woman (Cont’d)

I lent my granuelita the book When God Was A Woman after barely beginning it. Now that I have it back in my possession, I continue reading on — about the historic shift from a matriarchal to patriarchal system of cultural governance.

Some of my favorite passages thus far:

‎”Although classical Greece is so often presented as the very foundation of our western culture & civilization, it is interesting to realize that it actually came into being 25 centuries after the invention of writing & was itself formulated & deeply influenced by the Near Eastern cultures that had preceded it by thousands of years.”

‎”Judging by the continued presence of the Goddess as supreme deity in the Neolithic & Chalcolithic societies of the Near & Middle East, Goddess worship, probably accompanied by the matrilineal customs, appears to have existed without challenge for thousands of years. It’s upon the appearance of the invading northerners, who from all accounts had established patrilineal, patriarchal customs & the worship of a supreme male deity … that the greatest changes in religious beliefs & social customs appear to have taken place.”

‎”Considering the repeated evidence of ‘paganism’ during this period, it seems quite likely that Israel had taken up the religious customs of old, at that time accepting the female religion & female kinship to the throne. If this was so, then Maacah would have been the royal heiress & held this position until Asa, possibly under influence of Hebrew priests, once again established the (patriarchal) religion of Yahweh.”

“Why and when the more northern tribes came to choose a male deity is a moot question.  In their earliest development they left neither tablets nor temples.  It is only upon their arrival in the Goddess-worshiping communities of the Near and Middle East, which by that time had developed into thriving urban centers, that they come to our attention.

The lack of evidence for earlier cultural centers in their northern homelands of Russia and the Caucasus region just previous to the invasions suggests that up until their arrival in the Near and Middle East they may have still been nomadic hunting and fishing groups, possibly shepherds beginning to practice agriculture.  These northern people are referred to in various contexts as Indo-Europeans, Indo-Iranians, Indo-Aryans or simply Aryans.  Their existence once it surfaced in historical periods, portrays them as aggressive warriors riding two abreast in horse-drawn war-chariots; their earlier more speculative appearances in prehistoric times, as big sailors who navigated the rivers & coastlines of Europe and the Near East.”

“What is most significant is that in historic times the northern invaders viewed themselves as a superior people.  This attitude seems to have been based primarily on their ability to conquer the more culturally developed earlier settlers, the people of the Goddess.  The Indo-Europeans were in continual conflict not only with the people whose lands they invaded but between themselves as well.  The pattern surfaces in each area in which they make an appearance is that of a group of aggressive warriors, accompanied by a priestly caste of high standing, who initially invaded, and ruled the indigenous population of each land they entered.”

“As Sheila Collins writes, ‘Theology is ultimately political.  The way human communities deify the transcendent and determine the categories of good and evil have more to do with the power dynamics of the social systems which create the theologies than with spontaneous revelations of truth from another quarter.’ “

AND, an excerpt from a poem I like by Tracy K. Smith:

The voice is clean. Has heft. Like stones
Dropped in still water, or tossed
One after the other at a low wall.
Chipping away at what pushes back.
Not always making a dent, but keeping at it.

The body is what we lean toward,
Tensing as it darts, dancing away.
But it’s the voice that enters us. Even
Saying nothing. Even saying nothing
Over and over absently to itself.


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Spirituality Apps for Android & Facebook

Sometimes, when the world is revolting and your daily life is held together by an invisible thread of mercy and you feel your horse standing still in the swamp of sadness … you turn to inspiration, affirmation, and spirituality applications for your android and facebook.

Because, you know what, why-the-feck-not lick the clouds if you can reach them and it makes you feel good?  As a friend of mine reminded me yesterday:

You can’t be a grown up all the time.  You have to let your little child inside play.

Play?  But I haven’t earned it yet.  I haven’t done ENOUGH yet.  I’ve done much, but not enough.  I don’t get to relax, be, and release yet.

Or do I?

I’ve decided to brainwash myself into new more childlike forms of thought a.k.a. positive perception and have thus turned to technology for help.

According to the facebook “On this day, God wants you to know” application, she/he/it wants me to know that:

It’s time you let go. Yes, of course, you want to control so everything happens in just the way you want it. But at the end of the day, we control nothing, – it’s all in God’s hands, – has always been, and will always be. So, do what you can, and then let go, and let God handle the rest.

According to my android inspirational quote applications:

We are all inventors, each sailing out on a voyage of discovery, guided each by a private chart, of which there is no duplicate. The world is all gates, all opportunities. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Be Content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you. –Lao Tzu

According to my android affirmation applications:

I can pick and choose what I want to do.

I am healing.

I am beautiful.

The past has no power over me, I forgive all those that need my forgiveness and I forgive myself.

Abundance and good fortune is coming into my life at the present moment.

Sounds good.  Wrap it up Miss, I’ll take it.  Now onto prayer and meditation.  2 of my favorite prayers go as follows:

(Prayer of St Francis of Assisi) — “Lord, make me a channel of thy peace – that where there is hatred, I may bring love – that where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness – that where there is discord, I may bring harmony – that where there is error, I may bring truth – that where there is doubt, I may bring faith – that where there is despair, I may bring hope – that where there are shadows, I may bring light – that where there is sadness, I may bring joy. Lord, grant that I may seek rather to comfort than to be comforted – to understand, than to be understood – to love, than to be loved. For it is by self-forgetting that one finds. It is by forgiving that one is forgiven. It is by dying that one awakens to Eternal Life. Amen.”

“Dear God, I am no longer running the show.  Thy will not mine be done.”

I have many others — “a ritual” of prayers if you will — that help clear the head, heart, and nostrils.  One I’ve recently come across that I’d like to incorporate:

“God, I’m agitated and doubtful right now. Help me to stop and remember that I’ve made a decision to let You be my God. Give me the right thoughts and actions. God save me from fear, anger, worry, self-pity or foolish decisions that Your will not mine be done. AMEN”

By God, of course I mean (as stated in a previous post):

God: The name I give the unifying Life Force we all form part of —  The sum of all our parts.  The vast infinity of endless possibility fully realized.  Ya know!  I see it like this: We’re blood swimming through the veins of a whole body.  Others may call this body: “Wholeness,” “Perfection,” “Allah,” “My Higher Self,” “The Universe,” “Universal Order,” “Baby Jesus in Da Manger,” and “Rodney Dangerfield.”

I actually tend to call It “Baby Jesus in Da Manger” and “Rodney Dangerfield” most of the time.

My spirituality has no definitive religious affiliations just like my politics have no identification with or loyalties to political parties.

Free as a stone rolling about the desert ground.




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