Dark Mother

Beautiful poem.


(Review) The Future Has an Ancient Heart by Lucia Chiavola Birnbaum reviewed by Mary Saracino

“The preface to the 2013 revised edition of Lucia Chiavola Birnbaum’s ground-breaking work, The Future Has an Ancient Heart is, by itself, worth the price of the book, as it offers a treasure trove of insights and an encapsulation of Birnbaum’s visionary work. But, I urge you to read this extraordinary work from cover to cover.”


Why I Love the Dark Goddess: An Invitation to Self-Reflection and Dialogue

I invite you to listen to my wonderful friend’s words on the importance of the Dark Goddess!

Dr. Bairavee Balasubramaniam PhD

In this video, I pose a few questions at the start to get the ball rolling – and share some of my personal experiences along the way. So many of us are awakening now, as we are following paths which call us to an understanding of femininity, motherhood and womanhood that defies conventional understandings. As we go on this path – asking ourselves the basics of Why? How? Where? can take us a long way in understanding what we are embodying, and how to carry that as we move through the world. There are so many misconceptions surrounding the Dark Feminine (e.g. witches are bad or evil, women are inferior, it’s all negativity, etc.), deeply embedded into the collective psyche. So it’s important to think about how we deal with these challenges, and in so doing, embody the essence of this Path – which is to me, a commitment to…

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A letter to feminists…from a 70-year-old white guy by Peter Wilkes

Peter Wilkes - CopyHello everyone —

I’m new at this, so be gentle…  I’m also aware that some might believe this letter to be “mansplaining” (a term I just learned).  I trust it won’t be.

First, I’m not a theologian, and definitely not an academic.  I’m just a guy, like any guy you might see on the street.

But I believe that feminism – defined as true and honest equality – is the only thing that’s going to save this messed-up world.  I’m also convinced the biggest obstacle to this happening is organized religion.  However, most importantly, I’m distressed that other guys don’t get this.  So, before I leave this life, I’m determined to do something about that.

I didn’t always think this way but, in my fifties, as I was kicking and screaming and going down for the third time, I reached for Merlin Stone’s book, When God was a Woman. …

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Blodeuwedd True Story

They try to tell a story about me.

“…They created a wife for Lleu Llaw Gyffes out of flowers and gave her the name Blodeuwedd, meaning ‘Flower Face’. Blodeuwedd was beautiful and innocent; immediately Lleu fell in love with her and the two were married.| Not long after the marriage, Lleu had to go and meet his uncles, and left Blodeuwedd alone in their castle at Tomen y Mur. As she became bored and lonely, she suddenly heard sounds nearby and looking from her castle, she saw a hunting party approaching the castle. The leader of the party was Gronw Pebyr, the lord of nearby Penllyn. He told Blodeuwedd that his party was looking for somewhere to stay and Blodeuwedd did not hesitate to let them inside the castle. Almost immediately she fell in love with Gronw Pebyr and the two began an affair….”

They claim that I am the embodiment of betrayal.

I was a GIRL, a maiden. It was patriarchy that “MADE” me out of flowers. They believed that they could “MAKE” me into a bride. Something fresh, designed for a specific man. Why were they surprised when I made my OWN choice? The choice should have been my own from the beginning.

My story is not about me betraying a man. It is the story of patriarchy’s downfall. I beat them. One of them turned me into an owl. I flew furiously to the Cailleach. HA!! In her wise arms I was both reborn and released. She knows that flower seeds must be planted in the darkest womb of the earth, cradled and soothed. When she hands her torch to Brighid, who also rests in the earth until early spring, only then, do I start to germinate and eventually burst forth into this world. I flower in all of the wild places. I do it because I was BORN, not made. Born to flower into fullness of womanhood and eventually reseed back to the Cailleach. I happily choose to be both her owl and the wild seed. Females, as it turns out, can be more than one being at a time. I’ll say it again. I am not “made”! I am born!! In fact I am Goddess – Woman born!

I call to all women, all girls to take on this thing, this system called patriarchy. When they try to “make” you into anything but yourself…go to the Crone. When they force, compel or coerce you into anything at all…the Crone is waiting for you. They will lie about Her. She is not evil. She knows how to let someone die. She knows how to let things die off. She will teach you how to let things die and then…then…She will take all, who let Her, into the Great Womb of Birthing and ReBirthing.

In this world of rape, coercion, child brides and femicide, remember me. Every time someone try’s to take a girl or woman’s dreams, hopes and choices, remember me. I betrayed no one. They betrayed me. They forced me. I fought back. That’s WHO I AM !

I am Blodeuwedd.

By Bridget Robertson