The
Goddess is Alive in Every Woman
The True Story of How She Came to
Be, How She Disappeared,
& How She Returned
c.1999,
Susun S. Weed
In the beginning,
everything began, as it always does, with birth. The Great Mother of All gave
birth, and the Earth began to breathe. Again, and again, and again, the Great
Mother gave birth. And the plants began to breathe and the animals began to
breathe and the two-legged ones began to breathe. All forms of life began to
breathe. To breathe, to live. In the air, on the land, in the water, and even in
the fires of deep sulfurous vents where light never shines, all forms of life
began to breathe. And they were all very hungry.
"What
shall we eat?" they asked the Great Mother. "You eat me," she
said with a smile. And they did. They ate of Her body. The plants sent their
roots down into the earth and they ate of Her flesh and Her bones. The plants
drank Her clear blood. From her deep springs, from her flowing waters, the
plants ate. And they grew strong. And they gave birth. The grasses multiplied
and rippled in the wind. Roots grew fat and juicy. And everywhere there were
amazingly-shaped leaves, and flowers of many colors, and fruits wondrous to
behold.
The
animals ate Her. They did not eat Her flesh and Her bones as the plants did.
They could not send their roots into Her, for 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 Mother. Some of the two-legged ones ate the seeds of the grasses and the
roots of the plants and their leaves. They ate and they ate and they ate. They
began to give birth, too. Soon there were many, many mouths eating the Mother.
There were many, many feet stirring up the red dust of the Mother. There were
many mouths to praise her abundance. And many mouths to feed.
"I
am you and you are me. I am here for you to 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 some of the two-legged ones ate Her flesh and Her bones in
the form of the animals. And her clear blood became red. And this red blood
flowed in the bodies of the animals and the bodies of the two-leggeds who ate
of the animals who ate of the plants who ate of Her. And the Great Mother was
well pleased.
Now
this red blood flowed in the bodies of the two-legged ones. It flowed in their
bodies and it sang to them. This red blood sang to them of the endless wisdom of
the Great Mother, and the endless dance of the moon, and the endless spiral of
birth and life and death. And the ones who were round and full like the Mother
felt the blood stirring in their bellies. The good red blood moved in their
bellies and they were full of wonder, and they said to the Mother: "What
shall we do with the red blood that moves so strongly in our bellies,
Mother?" And she replied: "Give it to me. Return this blood to me.
Nourish me. Allow me to replenish myself from your blood." And so they did.
Each
month when the moon grew dark and disappeared, the blood began to flow from
between the legs of some of the two-legged ones. From the wombs of the
two-legged ones, the blood flowed: red and rich and nourishing.
The red blood flowed into Her and she said: "You are me and I am
you. Your blood is my blood. And my blood is yours. Forever and forever, we will
nourish each other. And if you will keep holy the days of your bleeding, I will
teach you all the secrets of the plants and the animals. And if you will keep
holy the days of your bleeding, I will teach you all the secrets of Heaven and
Earth." And so the women kept holy the days of their bleeding, and they
grew wise in the ways of the plants, the ways of the animals, and the ways of
Heaven and Earth.
And
so it was for many, many turns of the Earth around the Sun. Until the change. No
one really knows where it started. Like a small fire, at first it seemed
harmless. The women were wise and they thought no harm could come to them. Were
they not the very Earth herself? To harm a woman, was it not the same as harming
the Mother? And who would be so foolish as to harm their own Mother? To harm the
source of nourishment and comfort and strength?
Yet
there were those who were so foolish. Deluded, they grew arrogant, and began to
tell the story of creation in a strange way. They began to believe that a man
gave birth to the Earth and to humans! They said that man was the source of all
nourishment and wisdom. They said that man was the image of God, and that God
was jealous, and angry, that God demanded pain and blood and despised the simple
pleasures of the body, of the earth. They said that God lived above, not within
the earth, that God lived in heaven and was above all life. They said that men
were above all life, too. That man had dominion over all of life, over all of
the Earth herself, to do with as he pleased.
Oh,
how silly their stories were. Surely no one could believe such stories! Surely
everyone could see clearly that woman was the source of life, and nourishment.
Surely it was clear that the women's blood was the life of the Earth and the
life 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 must be respected. That
we are part of Her, dependent on Her for our very breath.
But,
like a small fire left alone when the wind is blowing, the strange stories of
God, of man as creator, grew and multiplied. The small fire of deceit rapidly
became a raging storm, a storm that threatened all life. For the men began to
say that the blood of women was bad, that women's moon time blood was dirty,
unclean, even dangerous. They began to say that women themselves were dirty and
dangerous. They began to say that the Earth was dirty and dangerous. They began
to think of themselves as apart from the Earth, as separate from the Earth, as
better than the Earth. They began to think of themselves as apart from women, as
superior to women, as the master of women.
The women did their best to tend to the holy fires. The women did their best to
keep the days of their bleeding sacred. The women did their best to teach their
daughters how to learn from the plants and the animals and the Earth. And the
women did their best to be true to the mysteries of the moon-time and the wisdom
of the Great Mother.
But
the men were lost. Without the wisdom of the women, alone and apart, the men
forgot the ways of peace. They forgot that the Earth was their Mother. They
forgot that all women were sacred. And they began to fight. At first they fought
only among themselves. But soon the sickness spread and the men began to fight
the women. They began to torture the women. They began to kill the women. They
bound women's feet for this pain gave men pleasure.
They
burned women at the stake for how dare any woman pretend to know the healing
ways of the plants. They stoned women to death for it frightened them to see
even the smallest bit of her holy flesh. They cut out the pleasure parts from
between her legs for here was a power that seemed uncontrollable. And they told
her, again and again, until she began to believe it was true, that she was not
sacred, that she was not made in the image of God.
The
men told each other that women were inferior, that the animals were inferior,
and that the plants were inferior. Soon, puffed up with false pride, the men
began to devise ways to use the women and the animals and the plants without
respect for their power, without respect for their sacredness. The men began to
believe 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 women and the plants and the
animals. They used them without regard and kept them locked away. They ignored
the cries of pain. They came to believe that women and plants and animals
actually enjoyed being hurt. They confused some women so terribly that these
women began to believe that they actually were dirty and in need of punishment.
They tortured so many women that the wisdom of the women seemed to be the lie,
and the lies of the men took on the trappings of truth.
But
the Great Mother lives in every woman. In every place and every time, the Great
Mother shows herself in the form of every living woman. "Eat
me.
" she whispers
in the dreams of the woman. 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 belly. She looks at the moon and she fancies that she hears the moon
speaking to her. "You are sacred. You are the beginning and the end of all
existence. I am you and you are me. Keep sacred the days of your bleeding and I
will share with you the wisdom of the plants and the animals and the very
Earth."
Can
she believe it is true? Dare she believe the truth of the words she seems to
hear? All her life she has been told that she is not pretty enough, not smart
enough, not strong enough. Everything seems to tell her that she is too round,
too emotional, too sensitive. And not sacred, in fact, the complete opposite of
sacred. All the days of her life she has heard the stories of the wonders of
man, the creator. She has heard it so often that it has the sound of truth: God
is a man. God is all-powerful, so men are all-powerful (and women are weak). God
is clean, so men are clean (and women are dirty). God is pure, so men are pure
(and women are filth). God never bleeds from between his legs and men never
bleed from between their legs (so
the flowing blood of women is a sickness, a curse, a punishment). How can she
believe that her blood is sacred? How can she allow herself to feel pleasure, to
name it good, to name it holy? How
can she dare to believe that she is the Goddess?
Yes,
the Goddess! The Goddess who is alive in every woman, in every place, in every
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 knows
that every woman is wise and powerful and sacred. The Goddess who calls to us:
"Keep the days of your bleeding sacred. Remember 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 hunger and I thirst for you.
"Return
to me. Return to yourself. Remember yourself. Remember me. I am the Great
Mother. I am the Goddess. I am the Wise Woman. Listen to my words. Listen to my
song. I am in you, thus I can never be lost. My story is your story. And it is
the true story of birth and life and death. Eat me. Feed me. You are woman and
so am I. Through me, you exist; through you, I exist. We are the ones who
create. We are the ones who nourish. We are the ones who open the gates between
the worlds. We are the ones who must reclaim ourselves, who must reweave
ourselves.
"Oh
sister, dear sister, the threads are thin, the song is faint. Tell me it is not
too late. Tell me that you hear me. Tell me that you believe me. Tell me that
the Goddess has returned. Tell me you are listening to the plants and the
animals and your own deep knowing. Tell me you are looking past the slick,
simple lies and into the messy, complex truth. Tell me that you feel the red
blood stirring in your belly.
"Tell
me it is not too late. Tell me the sisters are awakening. Tell me the moonlodge
is rebuilt. Tell me that the words of White Buffalo Calf Woman were not in vain.
Tell me that Kwan Yin's heart is not breaking. Tell me that Venus is safe. Tell
me that Artemis roams free in the woods. Tell me that Lilith is welcome at your
table. Tell me that you remember that pleasure is holy to me. Tell me that you
refuse to believe that you delight in pain.
"Tell
me that you feel me reaching out to you from the deep core of your being, from
time out of mind. Tell me that you feel me waking up inside you, waking you up
to your beauty and your power. Tell me that you are reclaiming your truth and
turning a deaf ear to the lies. Tell me that you remember that you are the
Goddess. Tell me that you remember that you and I are the same. Tell me you keep
sacred the days of your bleeding. Tell me you honor your crones.
"I
have been with you since the beginning, and I will be with you at the end. I am
part of you and you are part of me. Allow me to love you. Allow me to honor you.
Allow me to return."
Susun
Weed
Woodstock
,
NY
12498
Fax: 1-845-246-8081
Vibrant, passionate, and involved, Susun Weed has garnered an international
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and nutrition. She challenges conventional medical approaches with
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