This was a post- Thanksgiving column
still can't believe they let me have that last line at UPI
So There I was...
Looking at the news. Late in the day after the Feast of Gratitude. There was a video clip of a two women being interviewed by a Local TV reporter clearly at the low end of the Totem Pole. It was this poor man’s job to get a story out of how their shopping had gone. I almost clicked off, and then the camera caught an unusually good angle; the woman’s chin up and out, a laugh rolling out of her mouth, and flash of her eye that meant victory. The look was one that in earlier times or other places would be called blood satiation. She had triumphed and was bringing home the trophies, scalps and booty. She had planned and executed an invasion. The God’s and Goddesses of war had smiled upon her. She was the hero to whom the crowds yell “Die Now! Die Now!” for nothing more noble could be achieved.
She had shopped well.
Oh, my sister. How we have fallen. This is our victory.
The pillage of Wal-Mart. The plunder of Target. The sack of Sachs.
Clearly, no one has ever told you who you really are. What you were created to do. Let me try and give you a glimpse. See if it does not sound an echo within your soul.
Our most ancient stories tell us the truth of who we are and what we can do. In every culture, the stories exist. Scheherezade knew these stories. Boudica told these stories to her daughters. These stories tell of heroic women; Judith and Xena. This archetypal woman has come down to our day and turns up as a blonde in Sunnydale. But she is here and she will not go away. You know these stories, you have just forgotten their meaning, and failed at their application.
The oldest story I know is of a garden. Firstmother was seduced by a lie. A fear-based lie. A myth of scarcity. She was told that her creator was holding out on her. She bought the falsehood that she must acquire, by deceit or force, what she was not given. She realizes her mistake very quickly, but the adhesive gum of the price-sticker of that lie stuck to her soul and was passed down.
But not before her creator gave her one more thing.
He spoke to her seducer and said this.
“You who were made for glory, you who has never had a predator, you have now made an enemy, and her name is woman, and you should be afraid, very afraid for although you will cut her, in the end, she will crush your head.”
Not Firstfather. Not the second Adam who came to plant the new garden. No, SHE was tasked with vermin eradication. She shall have the final victory. Doubt me? Get thee to a Roman church; find the pretty Lady, the one of the serene face, the upturned eyes. Look at her feet, and see what is crushed under them.
Since that day two forces have been competing for your soul, my sister. One, a foul lie from Hell, which says that you are not complete, that you are not good enough, that you must have more, be more. The other force is deeper and more powerful, but often buried, unawakened. It says that you are more powerful than you could ever know – right now. That force knows that evil itself, fears YOU. You were meant to crush poverty. To thwart abuse. To free captives as well as to bind wounds. You were meant to have clear sight, wisdom and power.
But sister, you have bought the lie. You have bought it wholesale, retail and on sale. You have stocked your cupboards with it and put it away for the winter. You have breast-fed and spoon fed it to your babies. Your soul has root cellars full of it.
You have let your enemy bind your feet, so that you cannot stand your ground. You have let your enemy steal your right to read, so that your may not look upon the truth. You have let your enemy impoverish you through mistaken wars you have enabled with your cooking pot and laundry pail. You have died bearing daughters who do not know who they are.
Yet in your deepest dreams the battle songs on Miriam and Deborah still sing.
“Horses and chariots are no match for my God”
There was nothing wrong with that feeling you felt on Friday night, my dear. You were hardwired to crave it, seek it, fight for it and revel in it. But oh, by sister, my mother, my daughter, you have settled for a pale echo of the truth.
Give it a thought now, before we settle into the cookies and the glass balls and the laughter of children. Any maybe on this New Year, you might want to sing a new song, and laugh a new laugh, and look your true enemy in the eye and let him see that you see him, clearly. Let him see that flash in your eye. Scare the Hell out of him, I tell you it will.
“Get the claymore out of the thatch where you hid it Molly.”
Vini… Vidi… Vi – effin – Ci
I loved your reference to the Virgin Mary. I think this is why, when speaking to the 'choir' on their own cable channels or radio stations, evangelical fundamentalists (usually male) speak so harshly against the "idolatry" of the Catholic Church's veneration of Mary.
But I've always loved snakes and reptiles :)
So I'll go re-read sections of the Buddhist Bible (digest of sorts of the major sutras), where snakes, dragon, can be both destroyers and protectors, good night from Palm Springs!
I hope more women read this to remind them we are here for a higher purpose. I think we often forget that and lose our way on what is a difficult path. We are a force to be reckoned with and do have power to change the world and the circumstances around us. Even when one of us does stand up to try and change things many laugh at her rather than stand beside her. So sad that we have forgotten so much that our predecessors would want us to remember and teach our daughters.
What an amazing write! As I listen to the recent "buzz" about the release of the movie "Sex in the City" I find it disheartening. Fans think it is a story about friendship....relationships and life. I find it a story of unbridled consumption. Consumption of goods...shopping and finding the most extravagant of goods simply for the sake of buying more for fun. The using and throwing away of goods and of men is celebrated over the endless search for a truly good Cosmopolitan. Enough already! This isn't the best of womanhood. It is truly the worst of womanhood void of nurturing, serving others, giving to the community, selflessness and spirituality.Post a Comment
Blessings and peace,
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