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Spiral Dance News
Unfolding The Femi9 Woman


February 2004  Volume 2  Number 02
 


Editor's Note


Welcome to the February edition of Spiral Dance News, a monthly ezine published by Spiral Dance Ministries.


Happy Birthday to all who are born in this month of February.

Let us continue on our path of the Divine Femi9, with a light and joyous heart.

May all of your lessons come with grace and may your blessings be abundant!

Sending love and (((((hugs))))) to all of you and thanks for your continued support.

Enjoy the articles, the music and the loving vibrations that are being sent to you all.

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Happy Anniversary - Spiral Dance News!

Instead of writing an article for this issue, I decided to take this time and space to say thank you to all who have supported Spiral Dance News.

First of all, I say thank you to the Divine Femi9 Energy, that inspired me to even begin publishing such a great avenue of information. Thank you Ancestral Mothers for Your continued guidance.

Next, to my beloved husband, Dr. Bill Pinder for finding the format for this newsletter to be created. I love the way that you support me in everything that I do in order to spread the word of the Goddess’ Helpers. I love you so!

To my subscribers I give a BIG thank you, for without you there would be no need to even have a newsletter to publish every month. Your support is greatly appreciated. Thank you so very much for your love.

To Launa, thank you for your financial contributions to the growth of Spiral Dance News. You are a dear SiStar and I just want you to know that . Bless you SiStarfriend.

…and now a most grateful thank you to all of the wonderful women who have either given me permission to reprint their articles or who have written something especially for Spiral Dance News…

To Susun Weed, Lyn and Justine for always being there with an article or two for me, thank you for the ongoing support. You all have a special place in my heart.

…and to Sharron Rose - author of Path of the Priestess, Barbara Wilder, Bayla Bower, Leslie McIntyre, Linda Savage - for being another constant contributor - I do appreciate your Goddess Therapy, Swami Gurupremananda Saraswati, Founder of Tara Yoga, Carla Creech - SiStarfriend, Doula and Founder of Umi's Womb Dorothy Law Nolte - for writing the poem Children Learn What They Live , Kelly Rose Mason, Sheri Divers - SiStarfriend, Priestess and Founder of Spiritual Atlanta, Lisa Sarasohn - for showing women how to Love Your Belly, Robin P. Heard - SiStarfriend and Neophyte of The Femi9 Lodge, Eygirba High - my first real online SiStarfriend and supporter - I love you Twin - you constantly bring joy into my life, Rev. Goddess Charmaine - The Sensuous Mystic, Vicki Noble - author of The Motherpeace Tarot Deck and Mystiblu - Founder of Mysticblue, our newest contributors.

May blessings continue to flow in your lives for the way you have blessed my life. I have learned so much from reading your articles and it has brought me closer to my dreams, goals and mission on this wonderful planet, Mother Earth. My love to you all and I look forward to your future contributions.

As you can see, there is more to this edition of Spiral Dance News and that is because I have been inspired and continue to be inspired by all of you. We are all links in the chain of good.

Please take time to visit the What’s New section and read about the new products and projects. My beloved designed the YONIVERSE symbol and it is the symbol that I enjoy using in my meditations. May it speak to you the way it does to me.

A portion of the profits from all purchases of the YONIVERSE symbol products will go toward the upgrade of Spiral Dance News.

Thank you again to everyone of you and …

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO SPIRAL DANCE NEWS!!!

Dr. Tonya
Metaphysical Minister - Motivator
Affectionately Known as Mama Monifa

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A Black Woman's Journey to Her Sacred Body


by Rev. Goddess Charmaine

The Sensuous Mystic



It was a long journey for me. I had to recognize that I had something to do with my unhealthy attitude towards my life and my body. I hated my buttocks because they were too big. I hated my breasts because they were too small. I wished I was light-skinned because light-skinned girls were always treated better.

I learned that sex was what most men and boys wanted. I learned they would take it from me whether I said it was okay or not. I was abused and hurt sexually. I was told by the church that sex was wrong. After being so hurt by sex, I could see why it was deemed a sin. Still, I never lost the knowledge that there was a better place within me to dwell - a silent joyful place that made me feel full whenever I visited it. When I was young I visited this place often -- lying on a seesaw in the park at night, feeling the breeze across my face and body, and watching the stars. In this peaceful place within me, I would dance, and feel my body become alive. Ultimately, because of all the troubles and pain that came along with the choices I made, it became harder and harder to connect to my peaceful place.

At the age of 25, I looked at myself objectively, and this is what I saw: a struggling mother of two children, who was regularly battered by a heartless man. She was confused by the message of religion about where peace was to be found. She allowed the wants, needs and desires of others to control her. She judged herself not pretty enough, not smart enough, and not fit enough to be a mother. She believed she was definitely going to burn in Hell.

The journey I am going to take you on is my journey, but it could easily be yours. If you’re reading this, then you’ve probably realized that something in your life is causing you to suffer unnecessarily. Whether you’re at the beginning, middle, or end of this phase of your personal journey, I congratulate you, and thank you in advance for reading and sharing this black woman’s journey to her Sacred Body.

On May 15, 1990, I told my husband, the man who beat me when I was pregnant with his child, that I would never cry over our relationship again. And I didn’t. I finally admitted to myself that the marriage was no good for me. I had avoided the truth for too long; I had only allowed myself to suffer. Once I had opened my eyes, I could prioritize the things in my life that were begging for immediate attention: taking care of myself, taking a bath, cleaning my clothes and my space; taking care of my children and loving them. My children were my life, and I asked God for another chance to be their mother. And God gave me that chance.

At that point I weighed 210 pounds, and I did not like myself. I decided to look into self-help programs and alternative thinking to help me recover my life. I studied, and learned many different ways to meditate; relaxation exercises supported me in my weight loss program. I admitted to myself that the religious fundamentalist way of living had never really served me very well at all. I needed to learn how to do things for myself. I knew what was best for myself. Taking that responsibility made my ability to make choices a more sacred act. All choices have consequences, and I knew that taking certain life choices lightly and naively was the very reason I was struggling to get out of this position.

It took me eight months to get a divorce. Even though I had to go on welfare for a while, I continued to study and work on myself and my relationship with my children. I needed help because I didn’t really know how to make such important change, I just knew that my life had been going the wrong way. In order to get to my power and begin trusting myself, I needed support and counseling. I wasn’t afraid to ask for help. I simply went out and got it. I joined a battered woman’s group, and got private counseling. I went into parent-child counseling so I could be a better parent for my children. The best step I made then was to be wise enough to know that I didn’t have all the answers.

One of the most difficult changes I needed to make was how I related to my body. Most of the trauma in my life hit my soul through my body. My body was targeted, and my mind was attacked. I was constantly told all my life that I was to behave the way that others demanded, or else. My body was ridiculed, beaten, stretched, and hardened. I never really understood why these things happened, but soon I realized that I needed to focus through my body. The meditations I did relaxed my body and my mind. Soon I was able to have greater clarity in making the right choices more often. I started exercising and began seeing a hypnotherapist for further weight loss, and also to deal with the nightmares that began once I started to open my soul up to the anger I was feeling inside. I started studying tantra, the belief that the body is a holy temple and that our sexual energy is our life force. Based on Hinduism and Buddhism, tantra became a way for me to focus on my body, and to use a different way of thinking about it.

In my studies, I came across statistics implying that angry women could not have orgasms, and if they managed to have them, it was through experiencing some sort of pain. The article resonated for me. It was difficult for me to have orgasms. Sometimes I needed my nipples to be pinched so hard that they bled. I opened another door, and began processing my anger. I wrote down what I was angry about, and with whom. I began to respond to gentler, loving touching, and my heart opened up to a new level of feeling.

I continued my workout routine and meditations. I took spiritual baths and used aromatherapy. I lost 80 pounds. I built an altar for prayer and personal spiritual focus. My home became a sacred space for me. It was no longer a hell.

I was able to get a job and get off welfare. It wasn’t easy at first. We struggled for a few years. I even lost my apartment, and the children and I had to live with my mom for a few months. We survived, and I continued to evolve. I was in private therapy with a traditional therapist, and I also continued my tantric training, traveling all over the country. I was stable enough then to have a positive effect on other people.

I was asked to speak at battered women conferences and assist women with empowerment workshops. I loved being a positive influence on others, instead of the negative force I once was. I began training as a sexual healer through tantra, and went into a seminary to study different religions. I became an interfaith minister. I truly found my calling.

Taking back my power consisted of me taking back my body. No longer would anyone else tell me how I should look or feel or be. No longer would anyone else tell me that sex is not beautiful and that if I enjoyed sex I was a whore. No longer would anyone else tell me that “good girls don’t” and “bad girls do”. I am a powerful, beautiful Goddess, and I wouldn’t be a woman if I wasn’t Goddess. I am divine by my right to make choices and bless myself and others with those choices.

So here I am in the last part of my personal journey, the journey that began as a battered, overweight welfare mom with no self-esteem. I have turned my life around, reinvented myself, and accepted the responsibility of being woman/Goddess. I’ve also lost a lot of friends from the past, and although it was painful for me, I’ve moved on to more supportive, loving relationships.

I have a private practice now. I support others in their process of sexual and spiritual empowerment, and in my years of giving spiritual counseling and teaching tantra and meditation, I’ve led many women and men to that silent joyful place within. I’ve shown them that their body and their sexual energy are holy.

In your own journey, trust in the process of your life. Doing so will ease the way. Realize that everything in your life up to this point has happened for a sacred reason. Turn your poisons into honey. Learn to be your best friend. Love yourself and your body. Know that you are worthy of love, and a prosperous life here on earth.

Goddess Blessings,
Reverend Goddess Charmaine

http://www.revcharmaine.com

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Mammograms - Who Needs Them?

Copyright by Susun Weed




Perhaps no aspect of breast cancer is more widely publicized than screening mammography. Ads on television, in magazines, and in the daily paper urge women to deal with fear about breast cancer by having a yearly mammogram. We’re even told that doing this is a way to “really care for yourself.”

But screening mammograms don’t prevent breast cancer. A mammogram is an x-ray and x-rays cause cancer. The ads promoting regular screening mammography are paid for by those who stand to profit from their widespread acceptance and use - the manufacturers of the equipment and x-ray film. Whose health does this technology really benefit? Women’s health? Or corporate health?

Should women have screening mammograms? At what age? How frequently? Science hasn’t agreed on answers to these questions. Susun Weed believes that her anti-cancer lifestyle (see page xv in Breast Cancer? Breast Health! The Wise Woman Way) will decrease the risk of dying from breast cancer in a way that regular mammograms won’t. She cares for her breasts with infused herbal oils, regular loving touch, organic foods, and healthy exercise - and forgoes regular screening mammograms. If you decide to have a mammogram, Weed offers advice on how to protect yourself and get the most out of it.

If You Decide to Have a Mammogram

Get the best, even if it means a long journey.

Go where they specialize, preferably where they do at least 20 mammograms a day.

Be sure the facility is accredited by the American College of Radiology.

Insist on personnel who specialize in mammograms. (Taking and reading mammograms are skills that require intensive training and a lot of practice.)

Ask how old the equipment is. Newer equipment exposes the breasts to less radiation. A dedicated unit (one specifically for mammograms) is best.

Ask how they ensure quality control. When was their unit calibrated?

Load your blood with carotenes by eating a cup of cooked sweet potato, winter squash, or carrots every day for a week before the mammogram to prevent radiation damage to your DNA.

Expect to be cold and uncomfortable during the mammogram, but do say something if you’re being hurt.

The more compressed the breast tissue, the clearer the mammogram. (But pressure may spread cancer cells if they are present.)
If your breasts are tender, reschedule. During your fertile years, schedule mammograms for 7-10 days after your menstrual flow begins.

Don’t wear antiperspirant containing aluminum; it can interfere with the imaging process. (Those clear stones do contain aluminum, as do most commercial antiperspirants.)

If you want another opinion, you’ll need the original mammographic films, not copies. (X-ray facilities only keep films for 7 years.)

Get your doctor to agree, in writing, before the procedure, to give you a copy of your mammogram. The U.S. Public Health Service advises women to ask for written results from a mammogram.

Given the high percentage of “false normal” mammograms, if you think you have cancer, trust your intuition.

Remove radioactive isotopes from your body with burdock root, seaweed or miso.

Remember: Mammograms don’t promote breast health. Breast self-massage, breast self-exam, and lifestyle changes do.

Breast Meditation

Sit comfortably in front of a large mirror in a warm, private space. Bare your breasts. Look in the mirror. Tell your breasts something like: “I love you. You are just the way you are supposed to be. I see your perfection. I know your beauty. I honor your power.” Use your own words. Repeat as many times as you like. When you are done, close your eyes. Slowly bring your hands up and cup them under your breasts. Say: “My breasts are healthy. My breasts are powerful.” Open your eyes and look at yourself in the mirror, saying, “My breasts are my strength. My strength nourishes me and others.” Close your eyes and let your hands return to your lap. Sit quietly and breathe as you visualize glowing pink clouds within your breasts spiraling in toward your nipples for a minute. Continuing to breathe; let this sparkling pink energy spiral out for a minute. As you breathe, imagine the energy doing figure-eights from breast to breast for a minute. Finally, imagine that you are plunging your hands into vibrant pink energy. Feel it flowing up your arms, through your armpits and out of your nipples. Open your eyes, smile at yourself in the mirror, and come out of the meditation.

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Supporting women and their body wisdom unconditionally, Weed makes the process of maintaining or regaining breast health into a magical journey of transformation and offers women the opportunity to become healthy/whole/holy. Breast Cancer? Breast Health! The Wise Woman Way guides the reader through her fear, to a place of action where she can honor her own integrity, and choose the best course for her life. Learn more at: http://www.breasthealthbook.com

For permission to reprint this article, or to schedule a radio interview, contact us at: susunweed@hvc.rr.com
Susun Weed - PO Box 64, Woodstock, NY 12498 (fax) 1-845-246-8081
Visit Susun Weed at:
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Story of the Moon Goddess

Excerpt from Moon Days - Creative Writings About Menstruation

by Trudelle Thomas


"The Story of the Moon Goddess," ends the third section of the book, a culmination of celebrations of positive visions of menstruation for girls and women. In this story, young Helena is visited by a Moon Goddess who teaches her to love herself, not only at puberty but all through her life. The Moon Goddess gives Helena a great gift - a Moontime Journal - to record not only her fears but also her hopes and dreams. The story ends as Helena passes the Moon Goddess' gifts to her daughter, Nacole, as she leaves her own cycles behind.

Once upon a time, there lived a young girl named Helena. Twelve years old, she was eager to become a woman. Her mother had told her about the beautiful Moon Goddess who would visit Helena soon to awaken in her the seeds of life. Her mother spoke of the first time the goddess had visited her, clad in a white robe, and with a voice as tender and caressing as the light of the moon. She gave Helena a small glow-in-the-dark star to place in the window to let the Moon Goddess know she was welcome.

Helena was nervous! She put the star in the corner of her window. There it remained, night after night. Months passed. Helena waited.

One night it finally happened. She awoke from a dream and there, in front of her bedroom window, in a pool of moonlight stood the Moon Goddess. She was even more beautiful than Helena expected: tall, with a ruddy, freckled face, and wearing a gleaming white robe that flowed from her shoulders, over her bosom and curving body, and down her long, muscular legs. The robe reached nearly to the floor.

Her sweet voice filled the room. "My dear Helena, the time has come for our meeting. Your body is ready. Since even before your birth, seeds of life have been waiting. Tonight I come to awaken them!"

Helena leaned against her pillow. She didn't know what to say yet she felt great peace and happiness just in being in the presence of the goddess.

The shining goddess continued to speak. "Beginning now, the seeds of life will start to flow in your body. Each cycle of the moon one seed will ripen and flow forth. The door to motherhood has opened. Your body has the power to grow a new human being!"

"But I'm not ready to grow a human being!" Helena felt a little terrified. She looked pale in the moonlight.

"My darling girl, don't worry. It's a very slow becoming, very slow," said the goddess. "Let me explain. I know you've heard about the biological part: the ovaries, and fallopian tubes, and the uterus. I'm her to tell you about the most important part - the magic of it.

"The seeds of motherhood are only one part of your transformation. The same power that releases them will cause your body to change: your breasts will grow, your hips will curve and your body will begin to become a woman's body. You will hurt sometimes, but that's part of the becoming.

"And your feelings will grow too! You will be able to love other people in a way you never have before! Your understanding of the world will deepen. Oh, Helena - this is the crossing over point for you! Your power as a woman will be released."

"Gee willickers," said Helena. "I'm not sure I'm ready."

"You are ready to start. Remember, the becoming is slow." The Moon Goddess leaned down and placed a rose on Helena's pillow. "I'll come again to help you. And don't forget," the Goddess leaned down and whispered in Helena's ear - "boys never get to meet me." With that she disappeared.

The next morning when Helena awoke, she found the mark of blood, hidden in the folds of her clothes. She knew from her mother's stories that this was a reminder of the visit of the Moon Goddess. Her mother bought her a big bouquet of roses, and they celebrated with a tea party, just the two of them.

Before many months had passed, Helena awoke again in the night to find the Moon Goddess standing at the foot of her bed. As before, she was tall and ruddy, and strong, and her gown shone in the moonlight.

"Helena, my darling, I've come to give the help I promised."

"Oh, dear Moon Goddess, I'm so happy to see you. The changes you spoke of have begun." This time Helena was no longer afraid. She felt happy and excited in the presence of the goddess.

"For the next forty years I will come to visit you. Sometimes you will wake and see me. Other times only the mark of blood will let you know I've been here. When you see the red stain, remember the roses your mother gave you - plump roses, crimson and bursting with life - roses to remind you of the power of life inside you."

"It's such a big change for me," said Helena.

"Please listen closely, my darling. When you see my mark, it must be a reminder to you to cherish your body and your soul. Every morning, when you wake up, before you dress, I want you to stand naked before your mirror and thank your body for the power of life it holds."

"That's so embarrassing!" giggled Helena.

"Stand alone in your room and look at each part, one by one. Thank each part and rejoice in it. There may be seasons in your life when others adore your body, and seasons when they make fun of it. Through all the seasons, I want you to give thanks to this dear body."

"But it's so funny looking! My legs are bony. My breasts look like mosquito bites!" giggled Helena.

"That's all the more reason to thank it. Your body is yours - it's been given to serve you and to give you pleasure. But it has a life of its own - and it may never look the way you think it should. Give your body the respect and love that you would give any cherished friend. When you respect her, other people will too."

"I'll try," Helena whispered. Again, the Moon Goddess placed a rose on Helena's pillow and disappeared.

In the mornings that followed, Helena stood naked before the mirror and gave thanks to each part of her body - her nose and her ears and her freckles, her elbows and her privates and her legs. At first, she was a little embarrassed but as time passed she liked the feeling of pride that she felt.

A few more months went by and again the Moon Goddess appeared in Helena's bedroom. By now she felt so comfortable with the goddess that she wasn't even surprised when she opened her eyes to her shining white robes and smiling face. This time, the Moon Goddess sat on the edge of Helena's bed as she talked.

"Since you've done such a good job of thanking your body every day, my darling, I've come to give you some more advice. Keep standing before the mirror every morning. Here's something else that I'd like you to try.

"Remember: the mark of blood is a sign you must cherish both your body and your soul. Each moon-cycle, I want you take some time to hide away alone to a secret place. Find a place where you can be alone to think your own thoughts and dream your own dreams. Maybe it will be an attic corner or a branch in a tree or a hide-away near a creek. Just so it's secret and beautiful and safe. Tell only your mother. It will be your special holy place. Then, look for other times to get away as well.

"I want you to protect your hide-way now as a maiden, and even more when you are a grown woman. As you grow up, you'll understand why. Then, I think you should go take yourself out to lunch regularly, and maybe take some vacations all alone."

Now the Moon Goddess handed Helena a book, bound in fabric printed with pink and red roses. When Helena opened it, she saw that its pages were blank. The Goddess spoke again, "This is your Moontime Journal. Write about your hopes and dreams in it. Write down any night time dreams you have, too. It will help you to be true to your best self. And here are some more ideas: some of my girls save their moontime blood in a stone chalice. Others take the blood and pour it on their plants to help them grow. Think about it. It's precious." With that, the goddess vanished.

Years passed, and every month the Moon Goddess visited Helena, leaving her red mark. Sometimes she caught a glimpse of the goddess, but more often she didn't.

Often on a clear night, Helena gazed at the moon overhead and prayed silently her thanks for the changes in her life.

As she got to know the goddess, Helena learned that she had many moods. She could be unpredictable, sometimes slipping in early and unannounced. Other times she held off her visit days or even weeks, leaving Helena to wonder where she might be. Sometimes her visits were quiet, other times stormy and overwhelming. Sometimes Helena hurt so much that she wanted to holler at the goddess. Still, when she remembered to cherish her body and soul, the visits left a sweet memory.

In time, Helena found a mate and gave birth to her first child - a daughter she named Nacole. More children followed, and with each one Helena rejoiced in the power of her body to grow and change and produce new life. She rejoiced, too, in the power of her mind and heart to grow as her life changed.

She still wrote in her Moontime Journal. One time she made a list of some of the gifts the goddess had given her:

I am proud of my body, she wrote.

Nobody takes me for granted.

I know I have an important life to live.

I speak my mind.

Next year I will run in a marathon.

I never drink Slim-fast.

I buy myself silk underwear sometimes.

I take baths by candlelight while my husband watches the kids.

I never wear shoes that pinch.

I love all the roses she's left, and my plants are thriving.

The Moon Goddess continued her visits each moon cycle. Only when Helena carried a child in her womb or at her breast did the goddess fail to leave her mark of blood. Perhaps she knew that the child herself was proof enough of her presence. Helena rejoiced in the milk that flowed through her breasts - visible proof of the power of life in her.

More years passed and young Nacole was ready to meet the Moon Goddess. Like her mother before her, Helena gave Nacole her little glow-in-the-dark star and told her about the tall and beautiful goddess with the gleaming white robe and the voice like music. One night when Nacole was twelve, the Moon Goddess appeared in Helena's room. She was as beautiful as ever. "Helena, I have some more advice to you. Now that Nacole is a maiden, promise me that you will pass on to her your pride in womanhood. Let her find delight in her body, never shame. Help her cherish her life. Help her eat healthy foods and maybe run track and speak up at school and everywhere. Celebrate her intelligence and her talents.

"Let your daughter know that she has unique gifts for the world - ones that no one else can give. Can you promise me this?"

"How could you ever doubt me?" said Helena. "I've already bought her a Moontime Journal. We've made a womb-sculpture for our garden!"

"Well, here's a gift for you, my love." The Moon Goddess handed Helena a pearl necklace that shone white in the moonlight.

The next month, the Moon Goddess visited young Nacole. Like her mother before her, Helena celebrated the happy crossing over with a bunch of roses and a tea party. In the years that followed, mother and daughter often gave each other roses as a joyful reminder of the power they shared.

In time, the Moon Goddess's visits to Helena grew rare. She sensed that she was about to enter a new stage of her life, and she remembered again the excitement of being twelve years old and full of questions. One night the Moon Goddess appeared again, filling her bedroom with moonlight and her musical voice.

"My beloved Helena, after tonight, my visits will dwindle. It has been forty years. Together we have been through so much - we have become deep friends. I am proud of the life that has flowed from you. Now you are ready for the next level. Soon my dear sister, the Wisdom Goddess, will visit. Because you have become a wise woman, you will need no mark to know her presence. She will come again and again for the rest of your life, and through all that time life and wisdom will flow through you.

And so it happened that both Helena and her daughter Nacole lived to be beautiful, spirited, and happy old women. The goddesses stayed true to their promises, filling their households with peace and pleasure. Even in times of disappointment or sorrow - for they still had sorrows - both mother and daughter knew that the goddesses would return and heal all hurts.

When Helena passed out of the earthly world, full of wisdom and years, Nacole and her own daughter planted a rosebush on the grave.

The end and the beginning.

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Recovering the Ancient Deep Feminine


by Vicki Noble


The sexual conditioning to which we have been subjected in our culture has been evolving for five thousand years and has been through numerous shifts. Marija Gimbutas's books give us a view into the most ancient strata -- that of the Neolithic period of early agriculture and the beginnings of city life. Our early female ancestors in the town of Catal Huyuk had a good life. They built shrines to the Goddess, where female priestesses facilitated rituals of initiation, with music, dance and meditation, in rooms adorned with breasts and bulls' heads and horns. Gimbutas has pointed out that the shape of the bull's head is exactly the same anatomically as a woman's uterus and fallopian tubes and that the ancient women clearly knew this.

One pottery vessel from this site contains the figures of a man and woman and a slightly larger female figure standing between them as if facilitating a sacred marriage. This may be one of the earliest Tantric images we have, since in India old women (priestesses of the Snake Goddess) teach the young couple about the sexual mysteries. In Catal Huyuk the women and children were buried inside the city walls, beneath the houses. Men were buried outside. In one temple model excavated from this site, a group of women sit in a circle with larger female figures circled around them. It looks like a council of women, whose higher selves are coaching them in their work of self-government or community leadership. In another ceramic grouping, the women are dancing and playing musical instruments and drums. The dating on Catal Huyuk has been traditionally put at about 7000 B.C.E., but recent information from Merlin Stone suggests a much earlier radiocarbon date, going back as far as 11,000 B.C.E. This peaceful, egalitarian city existed in essentially the same form until the sixth millennium, when the patriarchal hordes began to overrun the place.

Modern Western women can date our sacred sexual beginnings at least to the communities of Catal Huyuk and Jericho. We can read about the downfall of the Goddess cultures and the sexuality that they embodied in the horrendous stories of the Old Testament. "Joshua fit the battle of Jericho. . ." is a historic tale told by the victors about the vanquished ancient, sacred women who had kept the rites of the Goddess since time immemorial. As the Old Testament makes vividly clear, the overthrow of the ancient Goddess religion and the "Whore of Babylon" was not easy or quick but went on for many millennia with a vengeance. The patriarchs would no sooner get rid of all the "harlots" of the Old Religion than one of their own men would marry one of them and start up the old worship again. Over and over, the massacres would take place, glorified as the divine justice of a vengeful Jehovah who will have "no other gods before me." The making of idols or images of deity became one of the central sacrileges of the new Judeo-Christian religions, and the beautiful figures of the Divine Female that had been fashioned wince the early Paleolithic era were destroyed, forbidden, and demonized.

During the transition period between the beginnings of this destruction and the completing of it (from about 4000 B.C.E. to about the beginning of Christianity), the sacred women found themselves in the position of being harnessed into service by the new governmental hierarchies. They were allowed to keep their sacred sexual practices in the temples but became distorted and degraded into prostitutes. Once "virgin" (belonging to now man) and married to the Goddess, serving her energies and purpose, now they were officially in the service of the men in the community. In many cases and for many centuries, they still practiced their rites in the name of the Goddess, but now male priests officiated and ruled over them. Money was exchanged in the temples for their services, and women were even forced to give themselves at least once in their lives as an offering to the Divine. Even the famous story of Inanna tells about this process of change. Her new husband, Dummuzi, builds her a sacred bed from the old hulupa tree that grew in her garden. Dummuzi is a shepherd, replacing her older husband, who was a farmer. (The invading nomads replaced the earlier farming males by killing them and marrying their women.) Dummuzi fells the sacred Tree of Life with his ax, casing the bird, the snake, and Lilith to flee into exile. Lilith's life on the shores of the red sea (menstruation) is described as "unbridled promiscuity," in the service of demons, with demon children as the offspring. Inanna's permission for the act that exiled her earlier sister, Lilth, is the necessary compromise for her retention of the sacred office of temple priestess in the new regime. Sarah, the Priestess is Savina Teubal's excellent research on this transition and the difficulties it presented for the sacred women who were attempting to keep their temple offices, while necessarily capitulating to colonization, marriage with the invading males, and exile from their homelands.

Men during the period from biblical Moses to the so-called birth of Christ donned women's robes, wore false breasts, and began officiating in the place of women in the sacred ceremonies. During this time they invented the concept of kingship and instituted dynasties (around 3000 B.C.E. all over the world). Men became kings by sitting on the lap of the Goddess (Ishtar, Isis, etc.) and by lying with the priestess in the hieros gamos, or sacred marriage. The male priests replaced the female menstrual blood offerings with sacrificed animals, and in some cases, humans. They even castrated themselves and served as eunuch priests in the service of the Distorted Feminine. Barbara Walker maintains that the Apostle Paul himself, fanatical on the subject of celibacy, was a castrated eunuch priest. Men's relationship to sex in general became deeply tied to their sense of ownership of women and children, and in Egypt the newly invented word that meant "slave" also meant "wife." Men began seeing themselves in the image of the Father God, defining themselves as divine sons of that authority, with unlimited sovereignty over women and children (as parent to child). Sex was gradually taken out of the temple and separated from religion. Prostitution became a secular "profession" into which certain women (often slave women captured in wars) were forced. The Reign of the Phallus, by classics professor Eva Keuls, is a graphic testimony of hierarchical life for women in Olympian Greece, where married women lived cloistered, indoors, while their husbands practices sexual acts in public with young male partners and female hetaerae hired or owned for that purpose.

When the Greek city-states were invented, Greek vase painting rose to an elevated status (around 500 B.C.E.), and stories of Greek heroes killing Amazons became the main myth portrayed in all the artwork. They Olympian Gods and Goddesses came into being, fragmenting the old creatrix Earth Goddess, Gaia, into sex-role-stereotyped pieces of her ancient self. Aphrodite became the wanton sweetheart, Hera became a hysterical and jealous wife of a philandering sky god, Artemis was relegated to the wilderness (like Lilith before her), and Athene was re-created as her father's daughter. Women of Western cultural descent have had to make do with these remnants of an earlier feminine wholeness that was eradicated almost five thousand years ago. What kind of sexuality can we have, segmented off into prostitution (Aphrodite) or motherhood (Demeter) or frustration (Hera) or separation (Artemis) or cerebral expression (Athene)?

The earliest threads of Christianity appear to be more benign than the later orthodox tradition. The Gnostic gospels show us rites and ceremonies that recall Indian Tantric practices, with their male-female groups and menstrual blood as a sacrament. The Magdalene was a sacred name for the office of the priestess, linking Mary Magdalene and Jesus to these earlier female roots. But by the time Christianity was officially anchored in the Western world, there were no more sacred women. Sexuality was officially banned, except for the purpose of procreation, and only then practiced in distaste. By 400 C.E. the Church Council had formally declared cyclic reality (female, lunar, menstrual reality) a heresy, including the doctrine of reincarnation. Whatever role Mary Magdalene had played in the origins of early Gnostic Christianity had been rescinded and her name blackened by the usual stamp of disapproval: whore, harlot, prostitute. Eve, Adam's second wife and Lilith's replacement, was presented as the archetypal woman, the root of all evil, with an untempered lust for the fruit of knowledge in the Garden. The Apostle Paul's books in the New Testament are the foundational texts for contemporary Christianity, and the celibate priesthood walks in Paul's, rather than Jesus', footsteps.

Even so the old practices continued in all of Europe and the Mediterranean area well into the Middle Ages through the Dianic religion of the peasant people. At that point the virulence of the enforced celibacy erupted as a rather active shadow from the unconscious of the practitioners. The burning of nine million women in Europe by the Catholic priests of the Inquisition cannot be logically separated from the malicious and repressive beginnings a thousand years earlier. The invention of the printing press in the Middle Ages led to the widespread distribution of the world's worst book, the Malleus Maleficarum, all over Europe. This book charged women, in the lewd details that sprang from the repressed minds of the Catholic clergy, with all manner of lust and fornication. But most prominently the book declared in no uncertain terms that any woman who was successful at healing was by definition a witch and would be burned. Children were forced to watch their mothers burn at the stake, and women were routinely raped, violated and tortured until they confessed to anything the Inquisitors accused them of. The Catholic church confiscated all property of the women they murdered and became rich as a result of this plunder. Records tell of whole villages in which all the women were wiped out.

Contemporary Western women healers must contend with our racial and genetic fears not only in regard to healing but also in direct relationship to our sexuality. Women were accused of being "carnal" at the core and of being the source of every evil temptation for men. Our psychic powers and healing practices were linked with evil, sin, and degradation, leading the whole Western world in the centuries that followed to fear women's unconscious power. "Uppity women" everywhere have reason to fear for our lives. Although many of the accusations and descriptions of what the "witches" were doing are clearly fabricated from the minds of the murderers, some of the behaviors and attitudes described in the official records point to shamanic practices of healing and empowerment and to the worship of the Goddess of the Old Religion from the ancient past. Herbal knowledge was very deep before the witch burnings, and midwife-healers were the main practitioners in European villages and towns. In those days women controlled their own fertility. When peasants met in the sacred groves for their earth-based ceremonies in honor of Diana and Nature, they undoubtedly practiced the forbidden arts of magic and shamanism. They covered themselves with hallucinogenic herbal ointments that endowed them with the ability to "fly," that is, to leave their physical bodies like a shaman and travel in their soul-bodies. They certainly must have still practiced the ancient sexual rites, as they had always done, in spite of the new Christian dogmas. It is for these actual "heretical acts" that the witches were burned, as well as for their healing practices, which were quickly appropriated by the new male doctors.

Some of the shamanic practices, although taboo, are apparently still known today in France and Britain and probably other places, where they are practiced in secret by some of the older women. Marija Gimbutas chronicles many customs from Lithuania that demonstrate this unbroken thread from the past, including the use of saunas for birthing right up into the twentieth century. I would imagine this might include sexual mysteries as well as healing rituals. The seasonal festivals celebrated until recently by the peasants in Europe marked the points of power in the old calendar and were originally celebrated, at least in part, through sexual expression. The cross-quarter holidays were feasts of fire, meaning the female sexual fire, the kundalini. It was understood that sexuality kept the community healthy, that the union of the male and female in ecstatic embrace raised energy that made for a fertile agricultural year. Rumors and legends about how our ancestors used to run naked in the fields on Beltane and practice total sexual license during the festivals, such as Bacchanalia, are remnants of what was once Goddess worship. And Beltane is the May Day holiday when the church burned the most "witches," in direct response to the practice of sexual customs that had prevailed. Through out the entire five-thousand-year history of transition away from the Goddess to God, there has been uninterrupted suppression and hatred of female sexuality, which is said to be the work of the devil.

Five thousand years of denigration and massacre have been enacted against the female, whose crime is that she loves and produces life. The biological base of our fundamental power has become the root of our now-universal oppression. As women have become more liberated since the late 1960's, the rise in rape (four times the rise in other crimes) has kept up with whatever small gains we might have made. Ancient images of women giving birth have been replaced by the specter of a male doctor "delivering" the woman of her child, and C-sect ion has become a norm in birthing practices in this country. We also have the highest young unwed mother count of any country in the world due to our absurd insistence that young people abstain from sexuality, while it is pushed on them from an extremely early age and from every direction. Our refusal to provide them with safe, simple birth control information and materials is equally geared toward the inevitable out come we are experiencing.

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One of the important differences between our lifestyles and the way our ancestors lived in Catal Huyuk or ancient India is that a woman didn't live in an isolated unit with a man and her children. The women in these ancient communal societies lived together, practicing their religion together as a fundamental way of life. They cooked, made art, raised children, gathered food, healed the sick, and birthed the next generation together. Men hunted and practiced the arts of commerce, traveling from place to place, returning home to the women and children regularly. There is no evidence to show that women and men got along with one another in any other way but harmoniously, but no one woman was dependent on a single man for her survival. And no one woman was locked in a cage with her male partner, whose frustration might at any moment be the source of harm to her and her children. Our contemporary social form of organization is quite insane and is rapidly breaking down. The death of the nuclear family, although uncomfortable in the present moment, as women become en mass the lower caste in our culture, may ultimately prove to be our freedom. As we are abandoned by the individual men in our lives, hopefully we will begin once more to turn to one another and rely on the group form that women can create together.

There are two poles of experience, two avenues to source energy, the male and the female. In the Old Religion the Goddess had a male counterpart who was not a father but a sexual partner. He was imagined in the image of an earth-based, lunar male energy, named Shiva, Dionysus, Adonis, and finally Jesus. The female had a direct link with the Goddess, and with female source energy. She did not search for truth through the mediation of the male but danced a dance of opposites in relation to him. The garden within is the deep sacred sanctuary where we reconnect with the Goddess, the deep Feminine, the underground source of female empowerment and expression. We were once deeply rotted in that place, expressing power and sexuality from there without any splitting. That's the unambiguous wholeness we see in the ancient female figurines. We were snake and bird, earth and sky, body and spirit. We could invite the male into that place for an encounter, and he came. And even now, from that sacred enclosure, as a priestess, when I perform the magical rites of the ancient deep Feminine, I can initiate and heal the male though his simple encounter with he there.

Excerpt from Shakti Woman, Feeling Our Fire, Healing our World by Vicki Noble, (pgs. 187-94, 197-98). Published by permission of the author Order from Powells! For more about Vicki Noble, visit her website at http:/www.motherpeace.com

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When People You Love, Leave


by Fran Hafey



Whether a person you love is leaving to go away for a short time or forever, it's never an easy thing.

Many deal with being separated for various reasons. We physically miss people but we also feel the aching in our hearts.

One of my daughters lives in Arizona with her husband who's in the Military. She called one night to say he was being deployed for six months to a year.

Having been a Military wife myself at one time, I truly understood many of the emotions she was dealing with. I felt their pain as they were making preparations. We know that when we are military, there may be times when we cannot be together, but that doesn't make it any easier. Sometimes we walk around in a daze not soaking up the reality of it all, until it's almost time for them to go or until after they leave.

I will share a small story of my own.

When my husband was preparing to leave, years ago, for a World Cruise, we knew he would be gone for six months. We had children, but the two girls were living elsewhere at the time, from a previous marriage. We also had a son named Joshua, who was three.

Children often don't understand what's happening. Although we shared that Daddy would be gone for a while, it just doesn't mean much to a three year old or does it? The day came and my husband left for Norfolk Virginia. At the time we lived in Maryland, so he had a long drive. We went over last minute instructions, checklists, reminders and tears. I tried to be strong for Josh.

In the hours that followed, I remember trying to hold myself together, only crying at night when I was alone.

Josh had been doing well for quite some time and was out of diapers. Suddenly he began to have accidents at night and reverting back to many of the things he had done when he was younger. It got worse and worse, and dealing with my own emotions, I finally took him to a Child Psychologist at the Military Hospital in Bethesda Maryland. They observed him and talked with us both and finally said something to me that stung at the moment, but taught me so much.

They said "We don't see anything wrong with Josh, but we're concerned about you!" I was a bit shocked, and asked why? They said that many times when spouses leave, the spouse and family left at home try to hide our true feelings. We, as parents, want to be adults and be tough so the kids do well.

That night I thought about those words very much. I went over all we had said and done in preparing for this separation of our family.

It finally came to me.

We had been telling Josh to be a big boy. His Dad had said "You take care of Mom for me while I'm gone ok?" and of course Josh said yes.

He had reverted back to being a baby, because this was a big a job for a three year old. He just couldn't do it. He felt sad and felt like he had let us down, especially his Dad.

He was just a small boy, just a baby. He felt he wasn't able to handle the huge stress of caring for his Mother, but he would not give up.

When I realized this I cried, not sure whom I was crying for or what, but I knew I had to do something.

I remember the next day the phone rang and it was my husband calling from Spain, a rare treat back then. We talked and shared, and then I told him what had been happening with Josh. He talked with him and when we had said our good-byes I went to my small son and held him on my knee as I sat close to the floor.

I said I loved him and that Daddy would be home soon. Then I did something that we all need to do now and then. I let my feelings flow. I held him close and I cried and said, "I miss Daddy very much."

I remember his little hand, patting me on the back and him saying " I miss Daddy too Mommy, and it's going to be ok." I wondered for a flighting moment, who was the adult and who was the child.

That night, we both slept better. He never had another accident in bed and although some day's drug on, we both knew we had each other and we made the best of everything.

We must learn to show our true feelings, not to hold them in. Crying, anger and sadness are not negative feelings that we must suppress, they are just feelings like all the others and we may need to learn how to let them out in a productive way. I try to share with people, that if you feel angry or sad, that's ok. We've been taught many times, that they're "wrong" and "bad" but they're not. They're emotions that everyone has.

Instead of holding it in, taking it out on your self or in time exploding or letting it turn into depression... find a way to let it out.

If you're dealing with separation from your loved ones or a loved one, please remember it's ok to feel whatever it is your feeling. There is nothing wrong with it.

Some suggestions I have are:

* Start a journal. Put your feelings in writing.

* Keep busy, in a good way. Go for a walk, start a new hobby or get back to an old one. Read, try gardening, play music, get out of the house, tackle a job you have been meaning to do and help others. These are just a few and I know you can think of more.

* Spend more time with your kids and family.

* Call an old friend and make plans.

* Volunteer. Do something that makes a difference. Get involved, go back to school and do something that makes you feel great!

* If you find you are depressed and that things just don't feel good anymore, please seek out medical help, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Depression is a fact, we all have dealt with and getting help is a good thing. But, remember you're in control of your own body, if you feel something is not right, listen to your inner voice.

I know that I will never forget the day when a three year old held me and told me everything was going to be all right. It's very true, that the truth comes from the mouth of babes.

Mystickblue (c) 2003 All rights reserved.

This article may be freely published so long as the author's Bylines and resource box remain intact.

About the Author:

Fran Hafey is a Minister, Reiki Practioner, Writer, Healer, Spiritual Counselor and Teacher. She provides guidance and inspiration via her Website, groups and newsletter on the World Wide Web. To read more of her articles visit the Author's Website: http://Mystickblue.com or http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SpiritualPathways/join

She's currently working on publishing her own books about love, inspiration, magic and nature stories for Children of all ages.

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Lyn's Birth Story


When I fell pregnant at 33 I was determined to have the birth I wanted – no or minimal intervention and no drugs! I recall my dad saying at the time “This is your baby. If you want to deliver it swinging from the chandelier then that’s what you do”.

I was due Friday 16 July 1999. My contractions started at 3.00pm that day. I laboured at home with my husband until about 4.00pm Saturday using the techniques we had learned in our pre-natal classes – as well as a few we’d decided on for ourselves: heat, massage, aromatherapy oils, breathing and focus. By 4.00pm I was pretty tired so we headed to the hospital. After having something to eat we spent the next five hours in the shower – me on the gymno-ball, and David with the warm water on my back and tummy. The midwife at the hospital was determined I was going to have this baby on her shift. She’d come in every 15 minutes or so to check on me and the baby, monitoring heartbeat and checking dilation. By 10.00pm I was still only 6cm dilated and was pretty tired, but determined nonetheless to do this my way. She wanted to break my water to speed things up because in her opinion “I wasn’t in enough pain”. I told her if she wanted to see another day she’d stay away from me. My baby wasn’t in any distress and I was coping fine. She asked me to lay down for a while. Big mistake! The contractions came hard and fast and I remember wondering how on earth my mother’s generation delivered babies on their backs!

Back onto the ball! By this time shifts had changed and I had a wonderful midwife who supported without interfering. I was worn out after about 20 hours of labour, and recall telling my husband to just “get me anything” so we could get this baby out! He remained calm and reminded me that I was planning to use gas before any other drug. He arranged for some gas to be brought in and I continued to labour on the ball with heat pads on my back and tummy, and occasional use of the gas.

By about 1.00am Sunday I was 8cm dilated and couldn’t believe it was taking so long! But I knew that my daughter and I were working together and it would take as long as was necessary. The midwife advised me to get onto all fours on the bed, as the baby’s head wasn’t presenting quite right. I did this and about 30 minutes later she was telling me that the doctor may not make it in time and another midwife would be standing by to help her. Frankly I would have preferred just the midwives!

Unfortunately, in Australia, we are not permitted to deliver standing, squatting or sitting due to workplace health and safety regulations (though we can labour in any position we like). So I had to deliver partially prone in a reclined sitting position.

The energy and power it took to deliver my daughter into the world was something I never knew was in me but I was somehow able to draw it from deep within my soul. I felt her moving herself into position at each stage of the actual delivery and knew that we were working as a team. When I was finally able to see this little miracle I’d been nurturing for the last nine months, I couldn’t believe how big she was! 9lb 80z and 20.5” long.

We'd managed to deliver her in nearly 36 hours with no drugs (apart from a small amount of gas) and with no tearing or suturing required. The experience was one of the most empowering of my life - being able to do what I believed was right for my baby and finding the strength within me to bring her into the world safely.

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Dear Dr. Tonya,

I am a very jealous person and I try very hard not to be. Sometimes, I don’t understand things I do. But, I continue to do them.

My life has changed for the better over the past year. Everything I have ever wanted, needed or achieved has all come within this past year with the help of my girlfriend. But, I am driving myself crazy.

Any suggestions? I am a positive person 24/7 and a good person internally. But sometimes I just do dumb stuff.

How do you handle jealously?

Concerned in Georgia

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Peace and Blessings Concerned in Georgia,

Jealousy is that energy that speaks to a lack of genuine security in a relationship. When one is insecure for whatever the reason, weight, not feeling pretty enough, lacking confidence in oneself, then the nature of jealousy creeps in and shows its ugly head. It is then that one does things that they do not understand or cannot explain.

It sounds like there is a possibility of things taking the place of affection, attention and genuine love. There seems to be a sense of losing what has been attained or given. What I am also feeling is that there may be a sense of, “This is too good to be true.”

Since you stated that you are a positive person and a good person, I feel that you may be too hard on yourself. . My suggestion is that you take a good long look in the mirror at yourself and really see the nature of your soul, your intentions and the joy that you have received in your relationship with your girlfriend.

Relax and release the fear of loss and insecurity by breathing deeply every time the feeling of jealousy tries to overtake you. . Communicate your feelings in a calm and loving manner to your girlfriend .

If this is a relationship built on love, then all will be well. A relationship with love as its foundation is one where there is trust, respect and freedom.

Count your blessings and be at one with the feeling of joy.

Dr. Tonya

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Words of Wisdom



Never doubt that a small, group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.

- Margaret Mead -

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