Monthly Archives: Jul 2017
Please remind me never, ever, ever to read books about the “divine feminine” again, especially if they are written by a man.
The feminine, as I know perfectly well thanks to Mary Daly, is a male fantasy, a patriarchal projection, a concocted nonsense of all the gentle pretty passive things women are supposed to be, which they try to force us to be, which they say their male god made us to be.
Fuck that, says Kali the Destroyer, Cerridwen, Hecate, or any wolf bitch snarling at you over her pups and daring you to come any closer. Fuck your wishy-washy, soft, mystical moonshine and your pretty fairy dresses. We are fat and ugly and dressed in animal skins, our feet planted in the soil, unafraid of death and the smell of rotting things, which give life to the trees. Continue reading
“So this is my Credo. I am an atheist, if by God one means a transcendent Person who acts wilfully within the creation. I am an agnostic in that I believe our knowledge of “what is” is partial and tentative – a tiny flickering flame in the overwhelming shadows of our ignorance. I am a pantheist in that I believe empirical knowledge of the sensate world is the surest revelation of whatever is worth being called divine.”
– Chet Raymo: When God is Gone, Everything is Holy
All right. This is how it works. The Universe, or perhaps we should say the Cosmos, is female, and entire unto herself.
In our little corner, we hurtle around our sun, surrounded by the breathtaking spinning galaxies, floating in the luminous dark of Her womb, caught up in the web of Life She weaves, oblivious to all this and obsessed with our patriarchal notions of Light and Spirit, of conquering technology and the ultimate abstraction of nuclear war. And yet even we still know this in some forgotten corner of our bones. When last did you hear somebody talk about Father Nature, or Father Earth? Continue reading
Male spiritual teachers often love their numerology, and especially the number 1. Numbers exist as forms and ideas before mere matter is invigorated by them, and thus have deep cosmic significance.
Here are a few gems about the number 1 from the interwebz:
I sit at the garden door and write
Amid trees, and the birds talk to me
In a confusion of soft songs Continue reading
Understanding how all our beliefs are constructed, how much we have invented on top of the base belief that men should rule, and yet feeling a sense of something leaping alive and aware from a bird, a tree, a nodding poppy; here I stand, a poet in search of a philosophy, a mystic without a god or a cosmology. What shall I believe? What shall I worship? I will start with this earth that sustains me, and yet is larger than me. The next footstep will be my beginning.
The female principle is the notion that the female is primary; in the cosmos, in biology, amongst ourselves. If there is such a thing as the Divine, She is Female.
It’s a strange idea for someone who identifies as a radical feminist. Radfem, with its trenchant materialist analysis of society, culture and structural oppression, owes a great deal to Marxism and Socialist Feminism, but holds that sexism – the practice of discrimination against women as a sex class – is the root of all oppression and the foundation of patriarchal society. Continue reading