~Macha~
October 11th, 2004, 01:49 PM
It took me a long time to decide where to post this message. I decided here because it affects everyone.
It saddens me greatly to see pagans and especially Wiccans argue with one another about who is right regarding how to envision the Divine. I had a dream based off a story I read once. I don't recall the author, nor where I read it, I give that person all the credit in the world that I possibly can.
Here was my dream:
Two pagans, a Dianic and a "fluffy" (a term just for use) were at a pagan festival. Perhaps a Sabbat, perhaps just a gathering. But they were arguing over who's vision of the Goddess was correct. The Dianic held that the Goddess was an avanger, sacred only to woman, who hated men and only wanted women to worship her. The "fluffy" saw her as an eternal mother, proud of her sexuality, a woman who took as many lovers are she wanted, yet belonged to no man. She appreciated all followers and worshippers, male or female. "You make her out to be a cosmic Barbie Doll!" said the Dianic. "And you make her out to be a man eating Lesbian!" yelled the "fluffy". They argued and argued till the point both got to the point they just walked away. Both waundered off into the surround woods, ranting and raving about how they were right. Then the "fluffy" stopped. In a clearing, light by the light of the full moon was a beautiful woman, with long flowing red hair, dressed in a flowing robe. She was curvy, from childbirth and from womanhood. "Come to me my child" the Goddess said. And the "fluffy" rushed forward to embrace her. At the same time, the Dianic saw the Goddess as Artimis, or perhaps an Amazon, dressed for battle, spear in hands, hair tied back under her helmet. "Come to me my child" said the Goddess, so the woman rushed forward to embrace her. At the moment both came to hold the woman they saw as Goddess, she disappeared, and they found themselves hugging each other.
At this point, the dream changed and I was aware of myself and of a definate powerful female precence, and that presence spoke to me:
"I am Both and I am neither, I am all and I am none. I am who I am, I am Maiden, I am Mother, I am Crone. I exist in all, I am all and All are from me. See me as you wish, but now that your vision of me is as true as everyone else's. You are right as to who I am, but you are also wrong. Embrace me in all my forms, in my sensuality, in my anger, in my happiness, in my womanhood, in my sadness."
It saddens me greatly to see pagans and especially Wiccans argue with one another about who is right regarding how to envision the Divine. I had a dream based off a story I read once. I don't recall the author, nor where I read it, I give that person all the credit in the world that I possibly can.
Here was my dream:
Two pagans, a Dianic and a "fluffy" (a term just for use) were at a pagan festival. Perhaps a Sabbat, perhaps just a gathering. But they were arguing over who's vision of the Goddess was correct. The Dianic held that the Goddess was an avanger, sacred only to woman, who hated men and only wanted women to worship her. The "fluffy" saw her as an eternal mother, proud of her sexuality, a woman who took as many lovers are she wanted, yet belonged to no man. She appreciated all followers and worshippers, male or female. "You make her out to be a cosmic Barbie Doll!" said the Dianic. "And you make her out to be a man eating Lesbian!" yelled the "fluffy". They argued and argued till the point both got to the point they just walked away. Both waundered off into the surround woods, ranting and raving about how they were right. Then the "fluffy" stopped. In a clearing, light by the light of the full moon was a beautiful woman, with long flowing red hair, dressed in a flowing robe. She was curvy, from childbirth and from womanhood. "Come to me my child" the Goddess said. And the "fluffy" rushed forward to embrace her. At the same time, the Dianic saw the Goddess as Artimis, or perhaps an Amazon, dressed for battle, spear in hands, hair tied back under her helmet. "Come to me my child" said the Goddess, so the woman rushed forward to embrace her. At the moment both came to hold the woman they saw as Goddess, she disappeared, and they found themselves hugging each other.
At this point, the dream changed and I was aware of myself and of a definate powerful female precence, and that presence spoke to me:
"I am Both and I am neither, I am all and I am none. I am who I am, I am Maiden, I am Mother, I am Crone. I exist in all, I am all and All are from me. See me as you wish, but now that your vision of me is as true as everyone else's. You are right as to who I am, but you are also wrong. Embrace me in all my forms, in my sensuality, in my anger, in my happiness, in my womanhood, in my sadness."
