More Reflections...

I am a Spiritualist Feminist and I am a believer in the Matriarchal Prehistory. I love the idea that in our distant past women were the main thread in the fabric of life. I was also pleased to see how simple it was for me to fall intuitively in love with the stories and myths of an unproven and undocumented time I have read literature by so many Americam born authors who seem to struggle with finding their niche in life today and their place in history ( or hystery or herstory) and I wonder why?.

I am not an intellectual but I love to read. I am not an artist but I can appreciate art in many forms. Mostly, I am not a scientist where proving the validity of a myth becomes critical. Myths and lies are not synonymous. No one has to prove to me that stories told over and over and believed, to be true are true. Perhaps their original meaning was lost and perhaps not. What is to be gained from the story, is the essence. If women were always under dogs in this world of ours, there would have been no need to systematically destroy their credibility over the last five thousand years. The secrets of woman will always frighten. Our power to nurture life has been as unfathomable to men, as any other mystery, and will always remain so.

I can say with absolute certainty that many factors brought about changes in the way that our society divided human beings into female and male, each having different value. But the same architects of the unequal division have not been able to find another way to reproduce the species. The nine million women who died fighting for our right to be respected and honoured should not die in vain. Therefore I reject those who continue to need proof in order to know our role in prehistory. We nurtured the egg, gave birth to it, fed it, watched it grow, taught it and sent it out there to do the same. What other act in creation had more value or should have been more honoured by male and female alike?

I was fortunate enough to have a very interesting background. My paternal Grandmother, the second youngest in her family, and a kindly yet formidable woman, was well respected. She dominated the family and was a tireless worker in the community. Her life story is compelling and well worth sharing at another time. My Mother, was also the second youngest in her family. In my early years, she always struck me as hard-working but too fearful and self effacing. And yet, she was able to leave the home and country in which she grew up, travel alone over thousands of miles with two small children, and join a husband she had not seen in two years. This was well before the age of telephones, and easy travel. That act required untold courage and belief in the power of love. Today, she is my hero!

If women living today can remember family stories, like mine, from the past century that seemed too fantastic to be true to the current generation, then why not believe that all those who went before us thousands of years ago had their mother's memories to share. For centuries we have heard tales and believed fantastic stories of absolute courage and daring through the medium of word of mouth. Is it only true if read on the internet?

I challenge women who live safe, smug lives protected by the patriarchial rules to step out and hear your sisters past and present. Listen to their stories and challenges. Come to know and listen intuitively to what our Goddess stories and myths are telling us about ourselves. Even the bible says that breath is life and to speak is a gift of God (logos-Sophia). Our first sounds were the cry of a woman giving birth, followed by the cry of her newborn babe. What a joy for women of the past to create a language that enabled mother and child to share this unique experience and then to develop sounds into words.

Deconstruct those patriarchial boundaries and open your hearts to the truth of women-words and life. Remember the lives lived of your mothers and those before her who passed on the strength and courage to live. Matriarchal mitochondria is the only identifiable link that connects us all. Honour your father, for he provided the catalyst that gave you life. Teach your sons that they will carry your energy wherever they go. But know and love yourself first. Then, teach your daughter about her gifts and let her cherish who she is. Lastly, give thanks!