This weblog is dedicated to the Goddess and to saving the planet -- by gently replacing God the Father with God the Mother by the year 2035. Too simplistic? Nope, I don't think so. Female deities are role models for unconditional love. Violent sky/war gods are dangerous, to men as well as women. People are biologically programmed to need religion of one kind or another. (BTW, "thea"=Goddess, "theo"=god)
Sitting here on the East Coast waiting to be blown to bits
by Frankenstorm as they’re now calling it, I’m thinking the Great Mother is
certainly getting grumpy these days.
Under a full moon, three different storm systems are rolling
in from three different directions to form one gigundo wake-up call.
I’d run home to my family 900 miles west, but
this Monster is threatening to swallow them too.
Nope, once She has something to say, there’s no hiding from
Some are saying Frankenstorm is Mother Earth’s revenge for
Obama/Romney’s snubbing Her during the Presidential campaign. Neither candidate has mentioned global warming once.
But Mother’s only trying to get our attention. She’s worried about us. It’s not Her being
hurt by the filth pumping daily into our air, water and soil, it’s us. Maybe in
fact she’s having a humongous crying fit.Maybe She’s weeping as She watches our species disappear from Her heart,
blood and body.
I suspect the Goddess wants us to wrestle the Earth out of
the hands of the fossil-fuel barons now wrecking it.We can start by making them pay to spew their
garbage into our air.I don’t know about
you, but I have to pay to have my garbage carted away, so why should the Koch Brothers
get to pump billions of cubic tons of their garbage into your air for
Although President Obama tried to make the Koch’s pay to put their garbage out, the wily Kochs used their billions to sneak Tea-Party nuts
into Congress, and the nuts lead a charge against Obama.
So to start, let’s vote all those Tea nuts out of Congress,
and Obama back into the White House.
Dear American readers, the very least you can do is vote.Hopefully Frankenstorm
will dry up in time for you to do just that. With love, Athana
Dear readers, let’s sit back, relax, and ponder this a
moment.The deities we choose is up to
us.So what is your heart’s desire?
1.… A psychologically challenged god who roams the
planet, sniffing out and raping hundreds of thousands of his children? Or
2.… A Mother Goddess who protects Her children from
psychologically challenged rapist gods?
Never forget: the choice is totally up to us.
* For those of you not following U.S. politics, the
Republican Party is sweating bullets to find a way to deny raped women the
right to abort. For example, recently Republican
Senate candidate Todd Akin said women don’t get pregnant from “legitimate
rape.”The American Republican Party, in
other words, has boarded the train to woo-woo land.
Richard Mourdock looking manly with axe
Richard Mourdock looking manly with Tea Party admirer
Richard Mourdock sizing up a woman, for ...?
Richard Mourdock once again, so you will recognize him if you ever need to.
Mitt Romney endorsing Richard Mourdock
??? This pic appeared among others when I "Binged" "Richard Murdock pictures." Could it be little Richie himself, looking manly even while still wet behind the ears?
How addle-brained is our Post-Inquisition world?A hint:One of our best and brightest sees the Great Goddess -- She actually
shows Herself to him -- and although he admits She’s female, he swears to us
She’s his Christian war god Jehovah. Yup, that Jehovah -- the primitive war god who got his jollies slaughtering
whole societies at a time (Elamites, Hickamites, Ickymites, Itchymites, etc.,
etc., etc.) Here is the good doctor in his own words, describing for Newsweek Magazine what he experienced
during a coma in which his entire cortex was completely shut down: “For most of my journey, someone else was with me. A woman. She was young, and I remember what she looked like in complete detail. She had high cheekbones and deep-blue eyes. Golden brown tresses framed her lovely face. When first I saw her, we were riding along together on an intricately patterned surface, which after a moment I recognized as the wing of a butterfly. "In fact,
millions of butterflies were all around us—vast fluttering waves of them,
dipping down into the woods and coming back up around us again. It was a river
of life and color, moving through the air. The woman’s outfit was simple, like
a peasant’s, but its colors—powder blue, indigo, and pastel orange-peach—had
the same overwhelming, super-vivid aliveness that everything else had. "She
looked at me with a look that, if you saw it for five seconds, would make your
whole life up to that point worth living, no matter what had happened in it so
far. It was not a romantic look. It was not a look of friendship. It was a look
that was somehow beyond all these, beyond all the different compartments of
love we have down here on earth. It was something higher, holding all those
other kinds of love within itself while at the same time being much bigger than
all of them. “Without using any words, she spoke to me. The message went
through me like a wind, and I instantly understood that it was true. I knew so
in the same way that I knew that the world around us was real—was not some
fantasy, passing and insubstantial. “The message had three parts, and if I had to translate them
into earthly language, I’d say they ran something like this: “’You are loved and cherished, dearly, forever.’ “’You have nothing to fear.’ “’There
is nothing you can do wrong.’ SNIP “It
was as if I were being born into a larger world, and the universe itself was
like a giant cosmic womb, and the orb (which I sensed was somehow connected
with, or even identical to, the woman on the butterfly wing) was guiding me
through it…. SNIP “I’ve
spent decades as a neurosurgeon at some of the most prestigious medical
institutions in our country….” SNIP "...the message that lay at the very heart of my journey: ... we are loved and accepted unconditionally by a God even more grand and unfathomably glorious than the one I’d learned of as a child..." You hit the nail on the head, dude. Your "God" is a woman -- and She is indeed far more glorious than anything laid on you as a child in your Christian Sunday School. MORE>>>>>