MonSno_LeeDra
August 21st, 2007, 09:17 PM
It's often been told to me that thier are times when one must step away and look at the material from a different perspective. Sometimes the very closeness to a subject may make it hidden from your view as you look at it on a micro scale and miss the granduer of the macro scale.
I think I have reached the point where I am so close to these two goddess that I can not see them for who they are. Sort of the I can't see the forest due to the tree's concept.
Artemis and Bast. Two Goddess that would seem foriegn to be the ones calling to a male. Yet I have heard thier call for so long its as if I and defeaned with the silence when I turn from them.
While I was in Corfu (Korfu) Greece I saw a statue of what should be the goddess Artemis. It was an alabaster statue of a woman holding a drawn bow. Now I started to buy this statue and it felt as if I was slapped from behind. A voice ringing in my ears told me "'That's Diana, not me!"
Now it could have been chance but later while in Rhodes Greece I found the same statue. Once again Slap and "That's Diana not me!" Now I did buy a statue of Venus as I though it nice but I just couldn't buy that statue of Diana.
So why should a goddess or set of goddess, who figure so prominately in women's lore call to a male? I know the Cult of Artemis would allow males under a certain age to be part of it but they were ousted once they came of age.
Yet for all that She has been with me for as long as I can recall. Of all the goddess that fill the sands of time and mythos of the world only Artemis, Bast and Lady Sif have ever resonated with me. One would think Diana of Roman fame should but , well I got tired of being smacked and she never did resonate with me so you can guess the rest.
Take tonight for instance. I'm driving home and a light rain is falling. Suddenly I see a movement next to the road and this buck stands up from the grass. Soon as I see him the presence of Artemis fills the car. Now I'm still trying to figure out why yet at the same time this thread is a by product of the sensation.
Why would these female deities that are so strongly aligned to female mysteries and cycles call to a male as strongly as they call to me? I hardly ever see a man say they are called by Artemis, much less Bast of Sif. Yet thier it is never the less.
Now the only thing I can think of is a series of dreams and visions where I met a young goddess in the deep forest. This woman had skin that was alabaster white. Her voice was unlike anything I can describe in words yet the very sound of it plays in my mind.
Her robes were snow white, even in the deepest green of the forest yet all she had to do was turn and they were a hue of green that has never been painted by the hand of man.
Many times she held a harp in her hands and played a melody that I hear at times upon the winds as they sweep down from the mountian peaks. Yet her very playing would bring the largest and deadliest of aniamls to lye before her upon the forest floor.
Her constant guardian a large stag of porportions so great it dwarfted anything I have ever seen. Yet the passage of both leaving nothing upon the face of the ground. Almost as if thier very touch was to precious to share with the world and the very ground and plants held it within for themselves.
At times you can sense the presense of a bow and quiver upon her back yet mostly it is just a shimmer of an image that never takes full presense.
I ask myself over and over why me but I only sense a smile upon their faces and a warmth that pulls me forward. I nearly stand in awe of them as indiviudals yet they seem to not want that.
Sometimes I see the image of a mirror as I question the why of it. They (each has done so) push the miror so I see the blemish of my face then they pull it back so I see the whole of my face and the blemishes are lost in the greater whole.
So this night does my mind once again ask what it is they desire me to do and what it is they seek.
Part of thier desire is I cast my thoughs upon their wind and see what others may think of them and my place with them for it appears I stand to close to the issue to see it clearly.
Yet just as thier seperate images resonate with me so to do the times of day each holds sway over me. Artemis holds the night and rises with the fall of day until the moon gives away to the rising sun. Bast holds the sun light hours as the wheel races accross the face of the heavens. Sif holds a point that seems to fall between on many levels almost as if she holds half the day and half the night.
Yet the very totalility of all of them touch upon me as the image of the goddess I have seen in the woods.
So I can only ask "WHY?"
I think I have reached the point where I am so close to these two goddess that I can not see them for who they are. Sort of the I can't see the forest due to the tree's concept.
Artemis and Bast. Two Goddess that would seem foriegn to be the ones calling to a male. Yet I have heard thier call for so long its as if I and defeaned with the silence when I turn from them.
While I was in Corfu (Korfu) Greece I saw a statue of what should be the goddess Artemis. It was an alabaster statue of a woman holding a drawn bow. Now I started to buy this statue and it felt as if I was slapped from behind. A voice ringing in my ears told me "'That's Diana, not me!"
Now it could have been chance but later while in Rhodes Greece I found the same statue. Once again Slap and "That's Diana not me!" Now I did buy a statue of Venus as I though it nice but I just couldn't buy that statue of Diana.
So why should a goddess or set of goddess, who figure so prominately in women's lore call to a male? I know the Cult of Artemis would allow males under a certain age to be part of it but they were ousted once they came of age.
Yet for all that She has been with me for as long as I can recall. Of all the goddess that fill the sands of time and mythos of the world only Artemis, Bast and Lady Sif have ever resonated with me. One would think Diana of Roman fame should but , well I got tired of being smacked and she never did resonate with me so you can guess the rest.
Take tonight for instance. I'm driving home and a light rain is falling. Suddenly I see a movement next to the road and this buck stands up from the grass. Soon as I see him the presence of Artemis fills the car. Now I'm still trying to figure out why yet at the same time this thread is a by product of the sensation.
Why would these female deities that are so strongly aligned to female mysteries and cycles call to a male as strongly as they call to me? I hardly ever see a man say they are called by Artemis, much less Bast of Sif. Yet thier it is never the less.
Now the only thing I can think of is a series of dreams and visions where I met a young goddess in the deep forest. This woman had skin that was alabaster white. Her voice was unlike anything I can describe in words yet the very sound of it plays in my mind.
Her robes were snow white, even in the deepest green of the forest yet all she had to do was turn and they were a hue of green that has never been painted by the hand of man.
Many times she held a harp in her hands and played a melody that I hear at times upon the winds as they sweep down from the mountian peaks. Yet her very playing would bring the largest and deadliest of aniamls to lye before her upon the forest floor.
Her constant guardian a large stag of porportions so great it dwarfted anything I have ever seen. Yet the passage of both leaving nothing upon the face of the ground. Almost as if thier very touch was to precious to share with the world and the very ground and plants held it within for themselves.
At times you can sense the presense of a bow and quiver upon her back yet mostly it is just a shimmer of an image that never takes full presense.
I ask myself over and over why me but I only sense a smile upon their faces and a warmth that pulls me forward. I nearly stand in awe of them as indiviudals yet they seem to not want that.
Sometimes I see the image of a mirror as I question the why of it. They (each has done so) push the miror so I see the blemish of my face then they pull it back so I see the whole of my face and the blemishes are lost in the greater whole.
So this night does my mind once again ask what it is they desire me to do and what it is they seek.
Part of thier desire is I cast my thoughs upon their wind and see what others may think of them and my place with them for it appears I stand to close to the issue to see it clearly.
Yet just as thier seperate images resonate with me so to do the times of day each holds sway over me. Artemis holds the night and rises with the fall of day until the moon gives away to the rising sun. Bast holds the sun light hours as the wheel races accross the face of the heavens. Sif holds a point that seems to fall between on many levels almost as if she holds half the day and half the night.
Yet the very totalility of all of them touch upon me as the image of the goddess I have seen in the woods.
So I can only ask "WHY?"