The Black Madonna. You know her, we all know her in memory, – she is hidden behind a sacred black veil, and when we call to her that veil is immediately parted and she sits in silent acknowledgement of our (male or female) deepest being. She is the dark aspect of the goddess, the one that accompanies the white and the red. Wise, benevolent, and unthinkably strong and wise, she is also known as “Sophia”, the one who sees all, is shocked by nothing, and knows all. She is our Great Mother, the one who embraces us in silence when our concerns are too difficult for common understanding. Never judging, never questioning, she is the one who hears, then knows, and unflinchingly provides answers though her vast reserves of wisdom. She is the one who pushes us forward and provides strength, lending hers to ours, and being part of our body so we can do what we must.
…There is a fascination around her that defies description. Nothing is ever lost, only waiting to be rediscovered. She is our connection to the earth.
The “black” in question is hardy yet soft, earthy rich, absolutely protective, enveloping like a mothering cloak, wise, forgiving and nurturing.
There are connections to her with the original earth goddesses, so there is sustenance in going to her, sitting in front of her in a shrouded grotto, wooded hill slope, or her shape carved out tree. Or she can appear to us out of a void, just when we need her most. She knows all and understands all, when we don’t.
via TheGypsyPriestess@FB Pages.
The more we deeply Love the self, the less we will feel hurt by the lack of Love from others. Deeply loving the self, is not about love of the Ego, its about allowing the Ego to open the door to the Soul, where we explore our depths, our darkness and our light, our wisdom, our truth and our inner beauty…
When we understand true darkness, there is no fear. It is the fertile soil that receives the light of our higher consciousness, birthing and creating new realities and experiences that are free of intrusion, infiltration and invasion.
It is the deep Mystery that we can embrace with Trust of the power of our Spirit, the 5th element that continually transmutes the assaults from techno controls, toxins and the wounds we carry from being up against the distortions of Consciousness and the M/F, that cause us to measure our worth against things that have no real meaning or value – just a superficial obsession that this World has glorified into something we feel we must live up to, because of the pressure to be accepted or wanted.
We must accept and want ourselves as we truly are. When we focus on this, the outside noise starts to dissolve and the inner God/ess begins to emerge and manifest itself, inspiring those who are lost and engaging others and their deepest soul longing to be Free and seen for who they really are. When we see ourselves, we see the Truth of each other. We have to first take that initiative by stripping away all that is false from our Ego, so the Temple can be unveiled.
The Ego/identity is the outside, the first aspect that is greeted, the part of us that must reflect the beautiful Spirit that dwells within… When we do this there are no false illusions, masks or facades that we wear and we invite in no vandals or destroyers who prey upon our amnesia and programmed disconnect, even if they surround us ~ We are embodied and aware of our Divinity, with no shame and no need to hide…
via Return of the Divine Feminine@
For I am the first and the last
I am the venerated and the despised
I am the prostitute and the saint
I am the wife and the virgin
I am the mother and the daughter
I am the arms of my mother
I am barren and my children are many
I am the married woman and the spinster
I am the woman who gives birth and she
who never procreated
I am the consolation for the pain of birth
I am the wife and the husband
And it was my man who created me
I am the mother of my father
I am the sister of my husband
And he is my rejected son
Always respect me
For I am the shameful and the magnificent one
Hymn to Isis, Great Mother of All
Third or Fourth Century B.C.
Discovered in Nag Hammadi
Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.
Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.
A woman who listens to her needs and desires.
Who meets them with tenderness and grace.
Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past’s influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.
Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.
Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.
Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.
Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.
Who refuses to use her life-energy disguising the changes in her body and life.
Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.
Imagine yourself as this woman.
– Patricia Lynn Reilly ::::::Image by Kati Astraeir:::::http://katiastraeir.com/