It is typical in a patriarchal society that women are isolated from one another and learn to put their trust in men first. Sisters are set against sisters, as the priveleges and perks of the system are in the control of those "on top," creating a scarcity of love, recognition, attention, support.

Some women are in easier positions than others, depending upon the men they are connected to, and sometimes women of privilege feel they are already liberated, and wonder what all the fuss is about. Usually they don’t become feminists unless they experience oppression directly and become awakened to the nature of the system…

The lack of continuity and trust between sisters is an obvious sign that something is amiss. But it’s not our fault that we were born into an arrangement designed to keep us apart. True, lots of sisters who have no politics and no feminism do get together anyway… for "innocent" activities like coffee clatches or the yaya sisterhood. In older times it was quilting parties and sewing bees.

Interestingly, such gatherings have become radicalized over time, as women come up against things like rape, abuse, lower salaries, fewer job options, and so on. Some women wake up as they age, and discover what happens to older women.

In any case it’s understandable that we have little trust for sisters. In an enslaving society, sisters can take on what feminists call "the traits of victimization"… or "horizontal oppression," where we turn against one another, compete, are jealous, backbiting, gossiping, scapegoating, excluding, and so on.

All of these behaviours, usually with little awareness of the larger pattern that put us there, are part of the design to keep us apart and disempowered.

Trust is not automatic in the best of circumstances. This is something that must be built and earned. I pray that sisters will trust me, but I know that it takes time and the repetition of deeds that show I walk my talk, mean what I say, and am sincere in my advocating sisterhood. I have had sisters turn away from me many many times in my life, so I too need time to build trust. "By their fruits ye shall know them" is a good concept. :0)

I hope we can keep dialoguing about these things and that others in the circle will put their thoughts and feelings in too…

Blessings,
Shekhinah 

From Moonspell Library

Goddess Creation Story

December 27, 2007


Alone, awesome, complete within Herself, the Goddess, She whose name cannot be spoken, floated in the abyss of the outer darkness, before the beginning of all things. And as She looked into the curved mirror of black space, She saw by her own light her radiant reflection, and fell in love with it. She drew it forth by the power that was in Her and made love to Herself, and called Her "Miria, the Wonderful".

Their ecstasy burst forth in the single song of all that is, was, or ever shall be, and with the song came motion, waves that poured outward and became all the spheres and circles of the worlds. The Goddess became filled with love, swollen with love, and She gave birth to a rain of bright spirits that filled the worlds and became all beings.

But in that great movement, Miria was swept away, and as She moved out from the Goddess She became more masculine. First She became the Blue God, the gentle , laughing God of love. Then She became the Green One, vine-covered, rooted in the earth, the spirit of all growing things. At last She became the Horned God, the Hunter whose face is the ruddy sun and yet dark as Death. But always desire draws Him back toward the Goddess, so that He circles Her eternally,seeking to return in love.

All began in love; all seeks to return to love. Love is the law, the teacher of wisdom, and the great revealer of mysteries.

And maybe we need to add that the Horned God continued to evolve, and became the Father God of patriarchy, the dying-and-reviving Saviour… the Warrior…and the King… the more polarized and separated from Source…the more troubled our world. Until one day the Women started to Awaken, and to re-Member… and to work together to teach this God how to be a Goddess again…
<grin>

BB
Shekhinah

Moonspells Sep 25 2004   

From Moonspell Library

Diana and Beltane

December 27, 2007

SHE
WHO BLEEDS YET DOES NOT DIE…SHE FLOWERS AND TAKES HER POWER..
.

To me Diana embodies the spirit of this holiday which I have named after Her, though most witches call it Beltane. She is a warrior and an independent woman who will stand up for her beliefs and defend the precious and the tender.

Diana
is the Virgin Goddess, "Whole Unto Herself." She and Her Greek
counterpart, Artemis, run wild in the forest with their hounds and their
sisters.

She
is the Crescent Moon, said to be Her magical Bow from which She aims Her
unfailing arrows.

She is young Womanhood in the fullness of Her Power, as the year waxes and She claims Her Selfhood and Her Path in Life.

San FranciscoShe
is the vanguard of the women’s movement, the archetype that has informed our breaking free, risking for our truth, and coming into our own.

She is the Amazon Goddess who belongs to no man. People leave offerings at the
feet of this statue in San Francisco. The place has become a kind of grass roots shrine.

She
is in a small but very lush and green little park, windswept by the sea She
overlooks. There is magic there, and I have made pilgrimage to this sacred spot
a few times…sometimes alone, sometimes with circle sisters. One time I went
brokenhearted by myself to weep at Her feet and ask Her why the sisterhood of
women is so scattered, so fragmented …why is there so much competition,
jealousy, betrayal, disconnection between us? What happened to the wonderful
vision of women together in circles, safe, mutually supported, every voice
honored and heard?

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