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Why We Need the Sacred Feminine

This post has been rolling around in the hay and compost for awhile — decomposing, fermenting and recomposing into something that resembles dirt. Or soil. Nourishment for roots, fungi, worms and souls. If that sounds distasteful to you, then you might not like this post, and I’m OK with that. But I cannot, in good conscience, say nothing, so here goes, in no particular order, because sometimes messy, sullied, unruly, damp and slimy provide exactly what standardized artificial fertilizers, synthetic UV lights, rationality and endless iterations of patriarchal straightjackets fail to deliver. Here goes.

Take a mainstream media source, any mainstream media source, male or female. Now take an alternative media source — go ahead, there’s a lot to choose from: Alex Jones, Jon Rappoport, David Icke, Zero Hedge, David Wilcox, Benjamin Fulford, Jeff Rense … and many more. Take a politician, any politician, male or female, including Hillary “Takes Glee in Having Defended a Man She Knew Raped a 12-Year-Old Girl” Clinton. Take a music video, fashion runway, magazine, or Hollywood film. Now pick a fundamentalist offshoot of a religion (any one will do) — Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Jesuit, even the “Golden” “New Age” fundamentalists.

Regardless of intention or sincerity, what do such a diverse group of “representatives,” “mouthpieces” and “arbiters” all have in common?

A complete desecration or denial of the Sacred Feminine. If She’s not attacked, co-opted as a female figurehead, or corseted into the more socially accepted “Divine Feminine,” then she’s simply absent. Not available for comment. Three Monkeyed out of existence. I almost wrote “Sacred Famine-ine” … because it’s that dry and barren. Nary a Goddess in sight, except to mock, co-opt, demonize, sterilize, neutralize, or ridicule. I am sure at least some of these people sincerely wish good will upon humans and our planet, but with friends like these, who needs Thought Police? Who needs a carefully orchestrated One World Government and One World Religion when we’ve already eradicated the Creatrix Womb and such subversive, exuberant, and juicy birth canals? Who needs the Hidden Hand of a New World Order, Ordo Ab Chao, when we’ve already neutered or repressed all that “superstition,” “mindless ritual,” “emotion,” “false energy Matrix” and “ridiculous”/”evil” magick?

Haven’t you heard? The Light of “Reason” or the Pure Light of the Golden Age of “Oneness” is on the verge of defeating and destroying all things dark, silly, irrational, unequal, evil and soulful. Haven’t you heard? The soul’s a “trap.” “They” will kindly remove and dispose of it to save you the trouble of reincarnating. Or emoting. You, too, can join the (non-hierarchical) ranks of never-ending Light. At first you’ll experience accelerated growth, but yeah, eventually, you’ll fry. That’s OK, though, because this is the “New” paradigm, the pinnacle of existence, the static “5D” nirvana of “Oneness.”

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, but….

What if Light is a force that enables clearer seeing, but like any force or tool, it depends on how it’s used? Light can illuminate or blind, just as fire can warm or destroy. Darkness, too, has its place. In the real world, important things take place in darkness. Like gestation. You know, in the womb. Or seeds, sprouting in the Earth. Or last year’s waste, turning into this year’s fertile compost. Light can sterilize and prevent infection, but “to sterilize” also means “to deprive (a person or an animal) of the ability to produce offspring, as by removing the reproductive organs” or “to make incapable of bearing fruit or germinating.”

A world of All Light, All the Time is no healthier and more fertile than a world consumed by Darkness. On the contrary. Light and Shadow play upon and through each other, showing depth and form. A world that demands and celebrates All Light, All the Time quickly becomes one dimensional. In the art world, chiaroscuro allows a two dimensional painting to reveal 3D form. This process happens due to the dynamic interplay of light and shadow. When you erase all shadows, you don’t “go 5D.” You go 1D. One dimensional. A single point. “Oneness,” yes, but with complete, permanent rejection of anything except light, you get annihilation, not increased dimensional options and creativity. That kind of radiation will eventually kill or sterilize everything.

“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“Oneness,” the “Cosmic Zero,” the “Stillpoint,” “One Love” — whatever you want to call it — is powerful because it contains All That Is in pure potential, but it’s also sterile without the impulse and ability to re-expand. That impulse to birth is inherently Feminine. And Sacred. The Great Mystery surrounds and imbues Creation. Indeed, we are “fearfully and wonderfully made,” something beyond pure mechanics. So is Life. (Or at least, certain types of Life.) Our Universe contains far more “dark matter” than scientists can explain. Our souls contain far more freedom than religion can detain. In Ancient Times, women isolated themselves during menstruation, not because it was dirty, but because the menstrual blood held so much power. Men needed protection from that potent, mysterious force of Nature.

I had originally planned to title this post “Desecration, Dimensions and Discernment: When ‘More’ Means ‘Fewer’ and ‘Less,'” but Gillian of Shift Frequency loved my almost typo: “Sacred Famine-ine.” I’ve settled upon “Why We Need the Sacred Feminine,” because most people seem to have forgotten that we do.

“A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

I’d like to make clear at this point that I have nothing against the Divine Feminine or Divine Masculine. We can certainly use more of those in our world; however, they are not, on their own, enough to create something entirely New.

We need the Sacred Masculine, too, but Sacred Masculine and Sacred Feminine are different in kind and function, as well as form. The Sacred Masculine can fertilize but He does not gestate. The patriarchy can desecrate seeds into GMO’s, inject nanobots and pervert DNA, but despite its obsessive efforts, it can never entirely control Creation. The ability to create and birth new life rightfully belongs to the realm of Mystery with a capital M. Conception, gestation and birth remain a process of the Sacred Feminine. The Sacred Masculine provides the spark of fertilization, plus strength, support and protection for the Sacred Feminine. Some kind of fertilization is necessary, but it is possible for the Great Mother to carry the New to term without the strength, support or protection of a Sacred Masculine. These qualities are nice, perhaps even preferred, but they are not inherently required. The Sacred Masculine, Divine Masculine and even the radiantly Divine Feminine cannot birth New Worlds into being anymore than a man or the external shell of a woman can grow and birth a baby.

Once the rebirth happens, the New can include the ongoing Cosmic Dance between Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine, as well as the Secret, Mysterious Communion of Sacred Masculine and Sacred Feminine. But we really need the Sacred Feminine in order to birth that New: if we want something truly New, rather than a shiny rehash of the crumbling old or complete annihilation, then me must honor and invoke the Great Creatrix.

OK, OK, but where can we find Her?

She hides and reveals Herself in Nature, shadows, chalices, coves and wells. She receives and allows reception. She rests in the Land Herself and in Ancient Songs and Ways. The Fae honor and adore Her. The Soul recognizes Her. We love Her as we embrace the Sovereignty of Land and Soul.

Recommended resources:

Care of the Soul by Thomas Moore

The Shadow King by Sidra Stone

The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley

Return of the Dark/Light Mother or New Age Armageddon? Towards a Feminist Vision of the Future by Monica Sjoo

The Goddess vs. The New Age: Singing the Sacred Land by Jacqui Woodward-Smith

Tarot Shadow Work: Using the Dark Symbols to Heal by Christine Jette

The Goddess Path

Bealtaine Cottage

Eternal Curves

The Venus Project (photoshopped versions of classical art masterpieces — scroll to the right)

Your own two hands — in the soil, hugging trees, preparing food, healing and creating in deeply longed for ways.

Money and the Divine Masculine

Thanks to Ann at Exopermaculture for bringing this beautiful essay to my attention. I’ve written a lot about the return of the Divine Feminine, but Charles offers a poignant and inspirational vision of the return of the Divine Masculine.

Money and the Divine Masculine

August 13, 2012

charleseisenstein.net

I recently attended a ceremony at the Tamera village in Portugal in which the officiant invoked “the healing of money.” Immediately a vivid image popped into my head of a man, vast and muscular, bound to the earth with stakes and tethers, straining with every atom of his strength to free himself and rise up. Finally, in a desperate, colossal effort, he bursts free and, standing tall, lets out a triumphant roar before striding purposefully off.

I knew immediately that the man represented the divine masculine and his bonds were made of money.

What is the purpose of men? In some primitive societies they were not of much use at all. In many places women were the center of life, collecting most of the food, looking after young children, and doing the small amount of work necessary to subsist. Subsistence was so easy in many places that, as the anthropologist Marshal Sahlins put it, “half the time the people seem not to know what to do with themselves.” Describing the Hadza, he notes one enthnographer’s estimate that adults spend two hours a day on subsistence, the women collecting plant foods “at a leisurely pace and without prolonged labour,” and the men devoting most of their time to gambling. True, the men made an important contribution to the food supply by hunting, but only a small minority of the Hadza did any hunting at all. The rest, it would seem, were completely superfluous as far as the material needs of the tribe are concerned.

In other societies, instead of gambling, the men would devote most of their time to secret societies, ritual activities, interactions with the spirit world, and so on. Theirs was the realm of the abstract; for the most part, the women and children could get along fine without them. Of course, that might change in times of warfare, but that too we might see as another men’s game that bears little benefit to the material welfare of the tribes involved.

Thus it was that the great anthropologist Margaret Mead would sometimes, half-jokingly, order the men attending her lectures to leave the auditorium. “Get out – you are all useless,” she would say.

So with some small exaggeration, we might say that human life was divided between the women’s world, which was central to material well-being and survival, and the men’s world, which was largely inconsequential. What has happened in the millenia since hunter-gatherer days?

Today, as in the past, men are still attracted to the realm of abstraction, of non-materiality, of magic and ritual, of gambling. For example, boys spend a lot more time playing video games than girls do, and men tend more than women to fields like mathematics, accounting, and computer science. Whether or not the reason is purely “cultural,” the professions toward which men gravitate help illuminate the masculine principle in our time.

One arena where all four of these male pursuits (abstraction, non-materiality, magic/ritual, and gambling) come together is money. This is most apparent at the nerve center of the money system, the hedge funds and Wall Street banks, where the “quants” – almost exclusively men – use computers to manipulate data, highly abstract representations of representations of representations, to make or lose vast fortunes. Their numbers – stock market indices, LIBOR, the CDS spread – seem disconnected from anything material, and their manipulations are conducted according to highly arcane rules inaccessible to any but the initiated.

But unlike the Hadza’s games of chance or the secret societies of the native Americans, the games of the financial elites have profound consequences for the rest of society. For these numbers are not actually disconnected from material and social life; rather, they rule it. The men’s world has invaded the women’s world and usurped its domain. Increasingly for the past several centuries, no function of life can be carried out without money. This abstract game of tallies and chits has taken over everything else.

Outside the extreme case of Wall Street, the same money chase prevails, subjecting men and women alike to the pursuit of numbers. The integration of women into the workforce was considered a great victory of the feminist movement, but today some who call themselves feminist still, or post-feminist, would say that it was the last and greatest insult to the feminine. What kind of victory for women is it, to be permitted to join the mad chase for money at the cost of nature, culture, community, family, leisure, beauty, and health? What victory is it to have won the right to be equal partners in the pillage of the planet, which itself is the consequence of a kind of distorted hypermasculinity run amok?

If not enslaved to the pursuit of numbers that is destroying the very basis of civilization, what is the true, sacred expression of the masculine principle? What, we might ask again, is the purpose of men? What does the divine man of my vision do after he has broken the chains of money that bind him? Remember, in my vision I saw him stride off with a purpose.

Whether you are a man or a woman, I’m sure you can feel that sense of purpose or mission inside of you, whether it is in full passionate expression or deep latency. It is the divine masculine. No longer is it content with frivolities, as it may have been in the ong hunter-gatherer childhood of our species. No longer, in this hour of extremity, can it be bound to a machine that turns its energies toward domination and brutality. What kind of relationship does it want to the divine feminine – nature, materiality, family, hearth, land, community, water, and flesh?

Here is a hint: In Portugal I received a tour of Tamera’s permaculture farm centered around a “water retention landscape” – a veritable oasis in that drought-stricken land. My guide described how the engineer chose where to site the ponds: “He waited until he could see where they wanted to be.” Rather than imposing an abstract design onto the landscape, he put the gift of design and the machines to carry it out in the service of that which wanted to be born. Here, an expression of the masculine – digging big holes in the ground – was an act of cocreative service with the feminine, and something beautiful was born.

The divine masculine wants to make love to the world. It wants to carry and protect what is beautiful. It wants to explore new territories and play beyond the edge of old boundaries. It wants to put its gifts in service with, not domination of, the divine feminine.

Nature and science, substance and form, matter and spirit, the heart and the mind… each of these relationships mirrors, in our civilization, the relationship that has subsisted between the feminine and the masculine. Science dominated nature; spirit was elevated above matter; the mind trumped the heart; substance was the mere substrate of form. Now these relationships are changing: science in service to nature, form arising from substance; spirit immanent in matter; the mind uniting with the heart.

As with any species, none of our human gifts is superfluous, not even those heretofore used to dominate and despoil. We will still play our number games, we will still play with principles, logic, and abstractions; we will still count and measure things; we will still use money. No longer, though, we will be lost in the map, disconnected from the material world the symbols are supposed to represent. No longer will we seek to force reality to conform to our maps. And no longer will money rule the world.

“Only the measurable is real,” taught Galileo, setting the stage for a world in which numbers became realer than the things they counted. What was true in science was even more so in economics: what mattered was the numbers in the form of cold, hard cash. Thus it is that we celebrate the rise of a number – GDP – even when it comes at the cost of real well-being and even survival.

I saw the divine masculine freeing himself from bondage to money and all the rest of what Riane Eisler called the dominator paradigm. You may have tasted this freedom yourself, any time you decided to follow your passion despite the money, or to put your money in service to your passion, rather than the other way around. Money and the rest of the symbolic world is meant to be a creative instrument, a means and not an end. As a means it opens up new territory and expands the horizon of the possible. As an end, it enslaves.

The liberation from the bonds of money isn’t just a psychological shift; it must also have a social manifestation. Our usurious debt-based system of necessity turns more and more of our creative energies toward servicing debt, because in an interest-based system, the debts must grow and grow, carrying all of life, human and biological, with them into the realm of money. That system is crumbling. We strain and pull against it. What would you do, if not compelled by money? Where will you devote your precious creative energy? What will you do when, with a collective roar, we all break free?

Lee Harris: Loving the Feminine Road Less Traveled

You can watch Lee Harris’ June Energy Forecast below. As always, Lee expresses so much of what I’ve been sensing, feeling and honoring in client sessions and in my own life. That return of the goddess energy just keeps amplifying on our planet, surrounding and permeating our world. I do notice that some people have become so divorced from the idea of the Divine Feminine that much misunderstanding exists. As Lee mentions in this month’s forecast, June’s energy shift is about balance. In a world that has suppressed the Divine Feminine into the Shadow, that energy may rise in what initially appear as scary or painful ways:

“There is a great grace and heart energy coming into our world in June, which will allow the emotional movements to be fast and deep if you are willing to let them go. Conversely, if you resist or insist on sticking to ‘the story’ of your pain or suffering, things will feel chronic to you until you start to feel rather than ‘think’ your way through.”

Here in Madison, the day after Walker survived a virulent Recall attempt that seems to have emboldened his political attack on unions, minorities, education, the middle class and especially women, it would be easy for people to play the victim or insist on “‘the story’ of your pain or suffering.” I am personally not surprised by the election results, though, because I’ve been sensing that Dark Goddess energy for a long time, particularly in politics. The appearance of the goddess rarely means immediate or easy success. Sometimes the goddess tests for courage; often she invokes pain or humiliation in order to help us regain our strength. She employs unfair tricks, grand illusions and even mockery. She’s fickle — aiding and abetting both sides at different times.

Sound harsh? Sometimes it is! And yet, there’s a playfulness, toughness and unconditional love behind her actions. We might want to think of her more like a Mr. Miyagi from Karate Kid. A gorgeous, terrifying, Mommy Dearest, sword wielding and spell casting Mr. Miyagi — but also a birthing, rejuvenating, fecund, fertile, creative and empowering coach, who helps us grow in ways we don’t appreciate until we recognize our newfound awareness, strength and skill. When we start reclaiming these gifts of the Shadow feminine, we can finally reclaim her most precious gifts: sovereignty and protection of the land. We learn to see through the illusions of this world as we come to know this aspect of ourselves. We also begin to find that elusive balance, so that we can integrate both the Divine Feminine and the Divine Masculine, together, becoming fully empowered and evolved humans.

The less we sideline these increasing feminine energies, the more we can utilize them to our own advantage. In the Irish story of Cuchulain, the Morrigan (triple Dark Goddess) tries to help the hero in so many ways. Again and again, he rejects her help, disrespecting her and preferring to do everything on his own. He suffers much pain as a result, for the Morrigan appears in disguise, sometimes attempting to give him strength or guidance, sometimes seeking her vengeance. Each time, his stubborn pride rejects her until — too late — he sees it’s her. Each time, he says, “If I had known it was you, I would have acted differently.”

Sometimes he would have fought her harder; sometimes he would have softened. The specific reaction matters less than his sense of regret at not recognizing with whom he was dealing. Information helps us to respond appropriately in each moment. We need to clear our perspective in order to see clearly in the Shadow. As we invite more of the Divine Feminine into our lives, we learn to befriend that energy. We learn to trust forgotten, yet powerfully loving parts of ourselves. Only then does the terrifying Crone transform into the Divine Mother capable of birthing our beautiful Virgin world.

Here’s Lee:

Door Number 7: The Lovers

I finished The Lovers Door last night but needed to wait for daylight to get reasonable photo quality. Inspired by the Rider-Waite Tarot deck, this Lovers door also features a strong sense of Alchemical Union with the Divine. Thus, Archangel Raphael has healing coming out of his palms, and the Runes I used to code this painting evoke not just earthly soul-mate or twin soul union, but also the union of divine masculine and divine feminine energies into a trinity of one. I show two trees in this painting, but without implication of a “Fall from Grace.” This is meant to be a redemptive door, a return to the Garden after many years of exile.

** Please see the note and images below this original post. As of January 2015, the symbolic redemption has occurred even in/on/through the portal door itself, which got a major facelift. On a personal note, I had felt led for years to replace the center writing between the panels with “Gaia,” the name of the Mother Earth Goddess, originator of all fecundity and physical abundance. Humans are natural bridges between heaven and earth, and the star-shaped HAGAL Rune that runs through the lovers as light is itself a union of a deeply rooted feminine YR Rune and the masculine spiritual MAN Rune. (It also combines other Runes, as well, but I painted the portal with the intention of integration to create something new.)

You can see the original version immediately below, followed by close-ups and then the most current iteration as of January 2015.

The Lovers Door by Laura Bruno

Having written my honors thesis on Paradise Lost and having Plato’s Symposium as one of my very favorite books, I’ve long had a fascination with sacred union as a rejoining with the Divine.

Detail of The Lovers Door by Laura Bruno

For the bottom panel, I chose to include a red lotus, which symbolizes hridaya, the heart chakra. Those of you who read Schizandra and the Gates of Mu may recall that the word hridaya is also the same as the Sanskrit word for the “gateway to the highest reality.” The bottom quote emphasizes that the gateway happens without barriers: “Between God and the soul, there is no between.” –Julian of Norwich

Lotus Panel of the Lovers Door by Laura Bruno

The back of the Lovers Door features two quotes. The top panel is a chant called, “Om Radha Krishnaya Namaha,” which, again, honors the union of divine masculine and divine feminine. Deva Premal features this chant 108 times on her new CD, “Mantras for Precarious Times.” I awoke to it playing nonstop in my head last week during my final day of painting the Freya and Frigga door, which I had originally planned as the Lovers.

The bottom back panel has written in Runes a sentence from the Song of Solomon: “I am my Beloved’s [and] my Beloved is mine.” The middle of the door says “Reunion” and the other Runic inscriptions also emphasize this sacred union of divine feminine and divine masculine.

Back of the Lovers Door by Laura Bruno

I hope you enjoy this door. It’s huge! After moving it into my bedroom, I discovered that I may only have room left for one additional door in this apartment. I’ve been “told” that I’m painting 78 doors, so that tells me something’s in process of shifting. I don’t know exactly what, but I’m sure curious to see. 🙂

Close-up of the Lovers by Laura Bruno

JANUARY 2015 UPDATE:

As part of the redemption and reclaiming of humanity’s deep connection to both God and Goddess , to heaven and Earth, I finally received the intuitive instructions that now was the time to replace the original “Elohim” with “Gaia” (written in Greek), thereby grounding the lovers back to Mother Earth instead of leaving them as separate creations. On the left, you’ll see a Wheel of Being and on the right a Destiny Knot. Both Celtic designs come from necklaces David bought me on his 2012 trip to Ireland. The message of the Destiny Knot felt especially appropriate to this portal reclamation:

“Carried as a symbol of Hope and Faith, it is believed that once a person comes to a certain time in their lives, it is said that the knot will then unwind, showing you the true path your life must take.”

Close-up of "Gaia" revision of Laura Bruno's The Lovers Door

Close-up of “Gaia” revision of Laura Bruno’s The Lovers Door

Please click images if you’d like to enlarge them. Below, you can see the full door as it now stands, although I feel I will at some point add a lightning bolt into the center of the red lotus — symbolizing a shamanic union of male and female. As of January 28, 2015, the time is not yet ripe for that one. 🙂

The Lovers Door with "Gaia reclamation" by Laura Bruno

The Lovers Door with “Gaia reclamation” by Laura Bruno

Many Blessings!