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The Goddess

 

 

Introduction

( From the book ~ The Goddess and Expression of the Divine Feminine ~ ) available on Amazon.ca

The Artist

 

You can usually pick us out in a crowd; most of us have a style of our own, we have a vacant look sometimes as we are contemplating upon our next creation.

 

The musician moves to his/her own beat. They wake up in the morning with a melody in their head as they dream up new lyrics. To an artist; the place of dreams, the deep subconscious, is a place that holds the treasure of our creations. Many of us use our dreams as spring-boards for our creations. The musician, singer or lyricist can’t help but to feel and hear music in everything. The beat and the tempo are in the way they walk, talk and communicate. They just can’t help themselves; the vibrations of the universe move through them like their very pulse.

 

The actor/actress seems detached in many ways; as they are watching you and other people to create their next character, they study voice, body language and emotions. Most who are into acting study human nature as second thought. Actors stand out; they love drama; they love laughter and sorrow. They may seem odd to most people but we can’t help but be drawn to the flame of passion that burst forth from their dramatic flair.

 

The photographer, painter and sculptor, see through the matrix of creation; we see the core, we see the essence and we wish to capture it in color, light and form. We are also somewhat detached as we need to see; to really see, to understand creation past the self. We love passion; all artist love passion.

 

The dancer is sensual; the body an instrument for their passion; they love the music, the burn of muscle as they push their bodies past what would be considered normal; for the sake of it. To become the music, to fly with the music..for the passion!

 

We create drama; and live our dreams for the passion. It takes great courage to be an artist of any type; as society and family members will say that an artist in the family is hopeless dreamer. They may say you are wasting your time on something that will not make you money.

 

Many artists are called crazy and deluded by others that have chosen normal jobs that give them a guaranteed pay check. Artists have to be fighters; they have to live for their passion. Most of us have to work at other jobs to support our craft. Society needs artist to create beauty and drama; without us to entertain and enlighten the world it would become a very dull and ugly place.

 

Yes we are different; dramatic, passionate, and odd. We express ourselves through everything we do as it is in our nature to do so; but without us life would lose meaning, culture would disappear and society would become gray and flat.

 

Artist need support; through family, friends and society. Without us you wouldn’t have movies; theaters, galleries, photographs of history or beauty, we keep record of the civilized world. Artist bring about civilization through creation for the sake of passion.

 

Instead of thinking “ Who the hell does he/she think she is up there on that stage, or wanting me to read their writing or look at their art ?” try to see that someone has to dare to have the courage to stand out, to bring beauty into the world and be different. They were born to stand out.

The Goddess

About Me; the Author

I have had a hard life; I have experienced intense pain and loss. I grew up poor; my mother was mentally ill and my father was very abusive. My mother took her own life when was 13; my sisters and my brother and I stayed with my father until we all ran away into the foster system. I have known hardship. I have always felt lonely to some degree or another. I entered into some very dysfunctional relationships; my marriage being one of them. It was not physical abuse but intense emotional and financial for control. He left me. I grew.  I could go into detail but it boils down to that.

 

I have a blog a website www.sexassacred.com  just goggle gracieackerman and I will pop right up; my blog will give you all the details of my struggles in the last couple of years. My blog also goes into deep spiritual insights and into some very real situations in my life.

 

It is amazing how nothing happens by accident; my blog was like a training round for my book; it was my school for gearing me up to write this book. This book came about through years of coincidences that were really synchronicities ; that is how the Universe works.

 

When I was a very little girl in the 1970s the sitcoms for Isis and Wonder Woman hit the air waves. I was five, my son’s age now when I watched the first episode of Wonder Woman; I cried when it was over; to me it was like going home. I felt homesick after watching it; I felt the same with Isis later on. I had very vivid dreams of flying when I was a child and I still do today. I still have intense spiritual dreams.

 

When I was in grade school I would chose to do reports on places like Egypt, Greece, India and Rome. I would paint pictures of the Gods and Goddesses of Ancient times; my paintings were very good and accurate for a young child. I felt home sick for these places and for these times.

 

To this day I long for romance; to me romance is a display of passion through the imagination; the imagination being our passage way to magic. In our world today the art of the courtship; of romancing for the pure sake of sensuality has been forgotten; the true forms of erotic love abandoned. I long to bring romance back to life; for all of us; we need tenderness and love. We crave compassion; passion, lust and love!

 

I have always been a sensual woman; I find the sunshine on my face a sensual experience; champagne  on my tongue; sweet and bitter good chocolate, a hot steamy salty bath; sensual everyday life experiences that I am grateful for. I love being naked; I love good food and laughter. I love, love!

 

Romance is experiencing these things with a lover; it is loving and wooing for the pure sake of the imaginative, magical mating dance. The birds and the bees do it still; why don’t we? It’s fun!

 

As an artist I have learned how to make life a sensual experience; through my past pain I have learned how to turn pain into a positive experience. The sensual and the sexy are everywhere an in every one of us; we can be any age to experience romance and love.

( From the book ~ The Goddess an Expression of the Divine Feminine ~ ) Available on Amazon.ca

Women don’t have to look like girls anymore or men like they did in their youth to be sexy and sensual. Life it’s self is the sensual experience; A walk with the one you love is romantic.

 

I wrote this book to bring us the rose colored glasses of love; put them on with me and bring the Gods and the Goddesses back to life.

 

Let me take you back to magic!

The Goddess/Song of Solomon

 

Back Cover

 

Gracie grew up in a fundamentalist Christian house hold; she was taught that women didn’t really like sex and that men liked it way too much. As a girl maturing into a woman, this was very confusing. She thought about boys all the time; she daydreamed about a man holding her in his arms and what the actual act of lovemaking would be like. But she was taught these thoughts were sinful and that touching her own body was gross and dirty. It seemed to her that everything natural was a sin.

 

Gracie found that the Christian bible was full of contradictions; The Song of Solomon was supposed to be about the Church being The Bride Of Christ; she read it many times because it was so erotic; to her it was about a man and a woman longing for each other above others, finding each other after they had a fight and then having great make up sex! But it seemed to her, somehow when the books of the bible were put together this became a disinfected metaphorical look at the Church being married to God?

 

In all religions the Goddess or the Feminine aspect of God has been hidden under doctrine and dogma. The root of equality left trampled in the ruins of the ancient temples that scatter the globe; Gracie created this book is to bring her back to her original glory.

( From the book ~ The Goddess an Expression of the Divine Feminine ~ ) found on Amazon.ca

 

This book is to help women love their flesh; their original beauty, to do away with the plastic and the pornographic; real women are organic; their bodies unique; their bodies their own.

 

Gracie’s dreams led her down this path; because of her vivid, spiritual and mystical dreams she began to study Jungarian dream analogy; Jung led her to Albert Einstein; these two brilliant minds could connect the mysteries for her. She understands it is the mysteries that lead us.

 

It is Gracie’s intention to bring into awareness, sacred sexuality through the God and Goddess archetypal wisdom of healthy, mature sexuality for the sake of love, lust and spirituality.

 

Butterfly

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d5NsUXqGy2U

As I watched this video of Kelowna Society become totally undone.. I found myself freed of all the mental confusion due to their prejudices put on me because of my blog and website.. I found their exclusion to be a blessing in disguise. They don’t like my topless pictures; they don’t like my frank talk about women’s issues and sexuality.. or the frankness about how religion has repressed women.. and the flaky spiritual circles in Kelowna don’t want to include womb worship or Goddess Sexuality in their teachings.. but the point is this..after watching this video ..seeing them ignorantly attempt to get Oprah’s attention to bring her into The Okanagan Valley.. I came to the conclusion that they are all suffering from some form of mass hysteria caused by ” Look at me syndrome ” You really should watch this video.. it’s in shocking poor taste.. They wear wigs to mimic Oprah’s hair style..it gets worse at the end.. really bad. In one part the owner of a well known resort calls her ” African Queen” a total racial slur.. he says he will treat her like the African Queen she is ..while wearing a wig that mimics her hair style..but it gets even better.. she is propositioned by a gigolo wearing a wig .. offering himself up to her shirtless in a bed..  I was dumb struck watching the video the first time..but then after that I began to laugh.. I laughed at how ridiculous and absurd all these so called professionals were.. including the then mayor of Kelowna.. I laughed because I knew by being told by Lori herself..that her comedy partner had bailed on her due to the poor taste of Lori’s comedy..because Lori loves to make other look bad to make her look good..and I saw that happen in this video..I laughed because I watched another video of Lori doing a video of the voice message that Lisa left her…telling Lori what a piece of shit she is..and telling Lori to go fuck herself..I laughed because there was total truth to that.. and I wished I had done it .. I laughed because Lori doesn’t know how true it is..I laughed and I laughed at how Lori got all the big wigs in Kelowna Society to look like total morons ( wearing wigs )..and they did it for a moment of fame.. it’s just so circus/circus .. oh yes..their monkey’s their circus.. for the ” Look at me syndrome ” that caused their mass hysteria ..and then I laughed some more when my 13 year old daughter said.. ” Mommy could you image how funny it would be if they did a video of Oprah’s reaction of her watching this video? Now that would go viral!” And then I laughed some more outside in the playground as I showed some other common sense parents the video.. OMG they had the same reaction that I did ” WTF did we just watch.. lets watch that part again with the gigolo and were he calls her African Queen.. OMG were they seriously thinking this was funny and Oprah Winfrey would want to come here and hang with those jerks?”

But then I explained to them how much better it made me feel.. not having the same opportunities to network in the groups they all network in..how I didn’t just dodge a bullet.. I dodged an entire Valley of dumbass.. And we laughed..and laughed ..and I felt myself become light.. and I lighten-up for the first time in along, long time..and the it dawned on me how blessed and lucky I am not to have been put into the same space as these people.. and I saw for the first time that they must be jealous of me..that I really stand for something other than just my own ego..and society bullshit.. And then I was reminded that my book and it’s message are so much bigger than the crap in this valley..

But my daughter made a good point..she said ” Mom .. Kelowna is so pretty…and there are so many good people here..but that video makes us all look like morons.” ( outta the mouth’s of babes )

Lori’s last video addressed to Ellen Degeneres wasn’t much better…it was along the same lines of poor taste and classlessness ..as she goes topless in front of the mayor at City Hall..in a professional setting .. saying she is for the issue of Free The Nipple.. that is about women going topless were men can go topless ( Lori doesn’t actually go topless.).. Lori mocks the issue https://youtu.be/33Pd6sikcCQ.. the difference with this video is that Lori obviously bought views and dragged in all her media contacts to duplicate and splice the video .. she was media wise this time.. lots of her elder followers don’t realize how this works on YouTube .. most of her views are fraudulent… and it amazes me how she can drag so called professional and local politicians into her media frenzy for fame? It has to be some sorta madness.. it’s just so crazy.

But I have learned.. if it doesn’t kill you by-god it teaches you..and I learned about society.. I learned about how many in Kelowna will tell you to ” go break a leg” and actually mean it..” If breaking your leg gets me famous.. I will break your fricken leg bitch.” but it’s so funny..because for what? It put everything right back into perspective for me.. it made me see what a small fishbowl the valley really is..and it made me aware of how small and ignorant some people’s thinking is in this valley.. and also it made me feel ” What a pity it’s such a beautiful piece of land..and there are many great non-society types that live in the valley” ..and ” Let’s hope Colin ..the current mayor of Kelowna doesn’t fall for this bullshit.. he seems to be a classy guy..so stay classy Colin”

But the point of this story..is that I let go of what was weighing me down.. I really don’t give a shit about their groups..they are all bullshit..and I never needed them anyway.. I am blessed to have had them leave me out..and deny me access..their prejudices worked in my favor.. I cannot imagine hanging out with people that slimy LOL.. gawd it’s funny now!

So I am free

Innocence Lost

“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you.” Friedrich Nietzsche

 

The Devil Tarot is both good and evil.. the good of The Devil is positive social notoriety ( do something to create positive change for society, the earth or humanity as a whole ) also The Devil in the positive stands for a great and passionate, sexual relationship and/or personal charisma … but this post is about The Devil in the negative… it stands for social notoriety at the cost of personal integrity. It stands for the temptation of loosing yourself in greed.. the greed of money and or social acclaim .. and sexually addictive behaviors and secrets.. or having a double life.. being a two faced lying bastard.. the evil magician who uses the illusion of charm to seduce people into following him/her for the pure ego feed,money, lust and/or all forms of greed..many use the disguise or slight of hand to make it appear that they are trying to use fame to create a positive change for humanity..but truthfully their charities are tools of manipulation .. to create fame for the pure sake of ego feed or to make money.. the filthy rich love ” Their Charities ” as they are great forms of manipulation.

When I first put up my website and all online accounts..and tried to promote my book on foot through my local community I met The Devil in many people. They mistook the innocence and naturalness of the nudity in my book.. in the photography; as my own form of Devil’s Play..they mistook my honest and frank writing ..or maturity about women’s sexuality as seduction.. they saw me as the evil magician using sex to seduce..and so it brought out their own inner devils.. soon I found myself gazing into a pit of seething snakes..all clamoring one up against each other for social attention.. and I was seen as another competitor in the race for fame and fortune.

To many men in my local community I became the next hottest little thing.. many tried to seduce me to become another one of their mistresses or girlfriends.. many of them very overweight men.. or in some way not attractive..but they had social connections, money or both..and when I didn’t play a long.. I was labeled as a crazy bitch. I had one actually grab me from behind when I was alone in his home during a business meeting..he grabbed me and tore my dress to one side cupping my bare breast in his hand from behind..then he bit down on my neck and demanded to be pleased.. I most carefully and graciously peeled him from me before running out the front door.. ~ innocence lost ~

This sort of seductive behavior happened often in the first 2 years of trying to network within Kelowna society.. I was invited to dinner parties to arrive and find myself the only guest.. then I would make a quick exit .. using some lame excuse .. like my babysitting fell through.. but it wasn’t just men.. it was swinging couples.. I had to be so careful.. I was invited to those parties too ..to find myself the only guest..once again to leave as fast as I could….

But then I found myself also the brunt of mean girl jokes..I had women’s organizations that I attempted to network with haunt my blog to leave mean girl comments.. seeing me as the men saw me.. as mistress material.. as the woman putting it out their to climb the social ladder on rich men’s dicks..and so they hated me for it.. for their own insecurities and ignorance..and so I saw what I didn’t want to become.. them.

I have written on this blog about them and their prejudices.. and so they wish to see me torn down..as I showed them the monsters that they are.. while they tried to make me a monster like them..because they thought I must be..putting my sexuality out there like art..thinking I am all that..doing all that they dared not to do..so of course I deserved and deserve their darkness..their contempt and deep dark shadows.. yet they don’t see they have simply projected their devils onto me…

What I have found is that they don’t network..they use each other..as devils do.. they would just as easily drop each other or climb up on the other’s downing ..if it meant climbing higher socially.. they haven’t real friendships.. they lie to each other..butter each other up..and they say they are authentic.. yet their masks are so thick..

When I wrote about my journey into the abyss of Kelowna Society..when I wrote about their shadows..and their slight of hand.. I showed them their devils.. and that’s why they resent me so..Because it takes courage and character not to fall into temptation..as they crawl and clamor in it..drowning in the pitiful messes of themselves they have created..not knowing who it is that stares back at them in the mirror..forgetting who they are in the falseness of their own images they have created..calling it BRANDING and REPUTATION.. but really it’s all just illusion.

But I have this to take with me..and I bid them adieu.. as I bow out from a competition I did’t know I had signed up for..

I have my integrity.. I have my authenticity.. I have my truth..and with that you didn’t steal my light to own it for yourselves.. as you have been too afraid to earn it..as monsters and devils are always afraid.. and that is why they try to steal the light.. because they cannot bring themselves to taking off the masks that casts their shadows…

The question to ask is this.. without me .. now who will you blame and shame.. now that you cannot project your bullshit onto me..it ‘s your faces unmasked in the mirror that you will see.

My Grandfather’s Native Wisdom

 

My earliest memory of my Grandfather.. My mom and dad were staying with my grandparents in Carson City Nevada.. I was sleeping in my grandparents bed with my sister and I think my cousins ( it was such a long time ago so I am doing my best with my cloudy memories ) I woke up with a start as I heard my grandfather Cecil exclaim loudly ” Holy Mackerel ” ( he loved to say that when he was excited ) I remember reaching for the glass of water that my grandmother had placed on the night stand, to find it full of small floating, dead bugs .. my grandmother then burst into the bedroom ..she leaned over us and said softly ” Your grandpa wants you to get up and come outside to see the meteor shower.” I remember how excited my grandfather was; when we all sat on the front porch at his feet to watch the stars fall.. he was the biggest kid of all..and he said ” Father Sky is showing Mother Earth how much he loves her ” My grandmother loved that because she hugged him.. it was magical.. my grandfather had a way of making nature magical.

Around that same time; way back in the very early 70s.. my grandfather decided one night that we should go for a drive in his beat-up pick-up truck to go and chase the full moon.. I remember how he stuck his head out the window to howl like a coyote.. but he got the real coyotes going.. I remember that desert night being so bright with moon light and magic..and my grandfather saying ” You could drink the Milky Way through a straw tonight ” and it was like that in the desert ..back then anyway.. there wasn’t any artificial light .. just the stars and the moon…and on some nights the desert storms would cast their natural fireworks..

My Grandfather taught me much about the sacred… he loved to build a fire… one night in Washington.. we camped by a swamp.. it smelled so bad. I complained and complained about how much it stank.. he said to me ” That isn’t a bad smell, it’s the smell of life.. White people think everything should be perfect.” ( When I refer to my grandfather saying white people.. he meant tamed and overly domesticated people..or conformist..to him ” The Man” meant people who invented the plastic world of consumerism ) He said of the swamp ” Everything must rot and die back to make room for new life.. that smell is life.. with out things decomposing .. that would be the real crap.. Mother Earth is completing a cycle.. that smell is the smell of green ” It was from that moment on that my favorite color became green.

As we sat by the fire and it sparked up into the sky.. my grandfather said to me ” Do you see how the sparks are like the stars Gracie? Do you see how you are like the stars Gracie? Do you see that your ancestors are like the stars..do you see that the stars.. the fire is inside of you.. do you see that you are your ancestors Gracie? We are ancient.. do you see that Gracie?” I was about 9 years old..and I said ” Yes grandpa.. you helped me see I am the stars.” I could tell he was pleased.. He then picked up his banjo.. and he started to beat it like a drum.. like a heart beat.. and I knew it was the heart beat of the earth that he was playing.. my heart, his heart, your heart, the universal heart.. he began to play the strings.. and then the music took him away.. you could see his body but you knew his spirit traveled on the musical vibration.. to become one with the cosmos.. he was like a whirling dervish.. he was reaching a state of ecstasy.. he was in a trance and in communion with The Great Spirit.. The fire crackled and sparked.. orange and yellow.. black and red..and my grandfather hunched over his banjo..his long hair falling over his face.. he was star traveling.

My grandfather smelled like sweet pot and zippo lighter fluid..and he always had zig-zag rolling papers on him.. he was a hippy.. but he said.. ” Native Americans were the first hippies..the real hippies. We are not vegetarians.. that’s hippy dippy shit.. we hunted for survival not sport.. we didn’t waste a thing… our ancestors only took what they needed.. and they only left behind the hides they took.. their bones and foot prints( meaning no living will or belongings ).. that’s a real hippy.. everything else is bullshit. The White Man has to own the land; they took what was perfectly imperfect and made it into sparkly shit.. they depressed us with taking our Mother away from us.. we are wild in spirit and need to roam .. but they took that away from us and domesticated the land.. they domesticated us..and our true spirit grieves the freedom of the land to be one with the earth.” He told me then, what many people are just understanding now ” Pot, mushrooms, peyote isn’t bad; it helps us connect with The Great Spirit”  As a child I loved the scent of pot and zippo lighters.. because they reminded me of my grandfather’s hugs and laughter. My grandfather’s laughter was so honest..and explosive.. it wasn’t tamed or toned down..and when he laughed everyone around him laughed.. I haven’t seen many domesticated white men laugh like that.. their social masks are too thick… they might crack.

My grandfather would tell me how much I was like his mother..he explained to me that she was like a medicine woman.. because she saw between the worlds; she was wild inside.. like a wild dove; wild woman.. she could see through people and she knew when they had bad spirits ( when they were crazy )

One day my grandfather and grandmother came to visit us in Canada.. we were living in Langely BC.. I was 11 .. It was August..and I was outside on my own collecting snakes and grasshoppers. I was a tomboy.. so sometimes I played alone because the other girls.. including my sisters didn’t like to get that dirty ..or collect snakes and bugs. I wore my bikini out into the open fields and streams .. nothing but a walking stick and a bucket to collect creepy crawlies in.. My grandfather came looking for me..and when he found me he had such a look of love on his face.. he said ” Look at you being like your great grandmother.. a wild child with dirt on her face and grass in her hair! Now show me whatcha got in that bucket!” He was like a child again..as we sat in the long marsh grasses.. feeding the snakes in the bucket grasshoppers.. I could tell he was proud of me then.. and he said ” I am so glad to get way from all the chatty women .” it was our moment.

My grandparents divorced..and my grandfather became truly free.. he was like the wind..sometimes no one would see him for long spaces of time.. I don’t think I saw him again until I was 19..he came to Canada..by that time I was living here in Kelowna BC Canada.. He met my then boyfriend..and I could tell he didn’t like him.. he said to me ” Gracie, lets for a walk in the open hills above you.” I knew he wanted to talk..and to be out in nature.. what he said to me was truly prophetic .. he said ” That boy you are with is an asshole you deserve better.. you will leave him ( I did a few years later ) Gracie what do you want from life? ” I said ” I want to get married, have some kids and own a home.. I want some land and horses.” He said to me ” You think you want that shit but you don’t Gracie.. you will get those things and you will think you are happy for a little while.. you will find a man and he will try to tame you..and he will think he has.. but he will be wrong.. because you have an ancient wild spirit within you.. The Wild Woman.. she cannot be tamed or domesticated.. you are your great grandmothers .. great grand daughter.. she had the same look in her eyes.. one day that spirit will come to a knowing of it’s self..and she will roar like a flame with in you..and he will run ( and he did ) but you will be free..and the next one who comes will be free..and he will have the wild within him” and then he continued on..” Gracie were do you think you go when you have an orgasm?” I was speechless..because I don’t think I had really had one yet..and because I had spent too much time away from my grandfather ..and so I wasn’t used to his honesty and openness anymore ( my white was showing .. I was somewhat domesticated to white shame ) my grandfather was wise..he knew it.. so he said to me ” Marriage is bullshit.. it condones ownership .. and it sexually represses..and teaches sexual shame.. there isn’t any shame in sex Gracie.. when you have an orgasm.. even if you just give yourself an orgasm..you are becoming one with the cosmos.. that is sacred..sex is sacred.. not shameful..it is natural and beautiful.. religion is bullshit.. there are no rules or doctrine to becoming one with The Great Spirit.. Nature is the only church you need..and your body is the temple.. the orgasm is the bridge to the cosmos.. ” And so it was my grandfather gave me a spiritual sex education.. he said ” One day you will walk away from this shame Gracie and when you do you will know you are a medicine woman just like my mother.. your great grandmother..and when the shame of nature and all that is natural is cast aside from society..all nature will heal.. including the Native Peoples.”

And like the wind..like the gypsy he was.. I never saw my grandfather again..and years ago he passed on.. but under the full blue moon.. while I was skinny dipping alone in the wilderness of Okanagan Lake.. I heard him speak to my soul.. and I heard him say as I stood in the hot night wind..naked and wet.. alone .. he said ” Wild Child.”

And I was reminded that I must write about him..and his ancient wisdom.

{ In memory of Cecil Ackerman }

Will the real Goddess please stand up!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6I1IajilFBk ( copy and paste to watch ” When God was a Girl ”

When you first watch this documentary this is what she says about a ancient Goddess figure ” She radiates a fierce and dangerous sexuality ” In this documentary the real ancient Goddess is excavated from the dust .. from the ages; to show us the nurturing motherly parts of the Goddess..and her intense unapologetic sexuality.. she was believed to be one that you didn’t fuck with..she was the nurturer and the destroyer. She is Gaia.. she who was birthed from the chaos of the Universe or stars.. The Earth herself.. she gives life and she takes it away.

In the most ancient of temples in Turkey.. there is a engraved stone that they show of The Goddess in the documentary..she is laying with her legs spread ..she is being penetrated.. and it seems she is squirting at the same time.. the lion or the beasts are seen to be one with The Goddess all over the temple..I believe they are a metaphor for her fierce sexuality and her over all fearlessness.. she wasn’t to be messed with..she was to be respected..and her sexuality gave birth to the crops and all life..she brought fertility ..and death if you pissed her off.

In the documentary ” When God was a Girl” They guess that the Goddess is being penetrated and giving birth at the same time..my guess is that she was squirting..and that they worshiped her female ejaculation as a magical potion for fertility rights. I am guessing that this temple was a sacred place for sex magic

In Rome and India The Goddesses were seen as both loving and protective mother…but also as a Warrior Goddess.. she was sexual and potent. She was the initiated priestess.. not like the watered down version we see in the New Age Movements today..in spiritual circles.. Were The Goddess has been cleaned up and purified by angelic standards to fit a flaky, half-wit, popular, trendy.. pop culture.. by doing this to The Goddess she has lost her rawness.. her magic and force.. truly women who promote this type of Goddess are not contributing to a real Goddess Circle..but more of a Fairy Princess Circle.. such are the movements in my home town of Kelowna BC.

The New Age Goddesses think that all they need to do is yoga, dress up like Goddesses and beat on a few drums..and be ultra feminine..or totally submissive to men to be Goddesses or to call themselves Goddesses and change their names to Goddessy names LOL .. yet they promote the Madonna/Whore Complex that was brought forth to fracture The Goddess or Feminine Power by male rule or the patriarchy..and so they are actually patriarchy bitches..not Goddesses.. The Goddess isn’t a doormat.. she doesn’t let men define her.. men fear her and respect her..for they know she can take her love with her when she packs up to leave his lying ass..should he disrespect her.. her submission depends on his submission..if he respects her nurturing by offering protection and respect.. he will get that back ten fold.. but if he doesn’t he will get that back 10 fold..that is how a woman is a Goddess.

The New Age Goddesses think that all they have to do is look pretty, act pretty.. and say pretty things to be Goddesses.. yet they don’t uphold their sisters.. there isn’t a true sisterhood as they compete for male attention.. A Goddess is more than her outward beauty.. she is strong from the inside out.. she has integrity, grit, honesty and character..as a true mother she will stay with you when others abandon you.. the flaky fairy girls don’t do that.. they go with what is easy..and that is why their perception of The Goddess is so Airy Fairy.. because that is what they are. A Goddess comes in all shapes and sizes..all races..she is Maiden/Mother/Crone.. this isn’t a fucking beauty contest .. this is real, raw, authentic women ..empowering themselves from the inside out.

A woman living in the true ancient aspects of The Goddess owns her sexuality.. she can take care of herself..so she doesn’t settle for any half-assed-bullshit from any man..an so it is a God that will be her counterpart as she seeks her equal..she is a Queen in her own right..and so she seeks a King.. not a knight in tinfoil.

Another aspect to take away from this documentary.. is that prehistory was HERSTORY.. it was then that the Goddess Gaia ruled .. it was the Goddess that came first..she is not from any man’s rib..but he from her womb..as Isis is the Throne that Osiris sits upon.. not that she is under him..but that his life depends on her throne or womb..and it was Isis that brought Osiris back to life..as she gives life and takes it away.. she rose him from the dead..so she is all powerful.. But as Zeus took over Gaia’s power by force.. this was the end of the last Golden Age.. it was an age of peace ..as The Goddess teaches us to live in harmony with nature..as soon as mankind started to stake a claim to land or to The Mother.. they needed to use violence against each other to keep the land that they horded from each other..and so the male Gods of War were born..and repressed The Great Mother.. it was the fall of the last Golden Age into the Iron Age..the age of darkness and war.. and so by not worshiping The Goddess who protected us from nature by teaching us to nurture from nature.. we have made nature our enemy.. by not living as one with nature we will eventually force or own extinction ..as she gives life and takes it away.. we can only fuck with her for so long before she aborts our asses.. and so it is that we are given another chance at redemption as we are now in a New Spring..as the last full blue moon rang in The Bronze Age..and so if we can see the error of our ways and rise The Goddess from the ashes of our ancient prehistory.. herstory of peace will be a living monument to her again..

How do I know this ( I am a GODDESS) that’s how.. not an Airy Fairy, New Age Goddess.. I am a living REAL GODDESS.. may many more of my kind rise..

Rise Sisters RISE!

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