Issue 6, Spring 2008
Hidden Artemis, by Elena Ray
Articles & Fiction
The True Story of How She Came to Be, How She Disappeared, & How She Returned
by Susun S. Weed
In the beginning, everything began, as it always does, with birth. The Great Mother of All gave birth, and the Earth began to breathe. Again, and again, and again, the Great Mother gave birth. And the plants began to breathe and the animals began to breathe and the two-legged ones began to breathe. All forms of life began to breathe. To breathe, to live. In the air, on the land, in the water, and even in the fires of deep sulfurous vents where light never shines, all forms of life began to breathe. And they were all very hungry.
By André Zsigmond
The Promised Land?
A prisoner of conscience at the age of 18 - escaping from communist Hungary in 1981 - searching for the “truth”, I immersed myself in religious studies in England. During communism the study of religion and the Scriptures was actively discouraged - it seemed ‘obvious’ therefore that they would have all the answers. Needless to say, the Bible only raised even more questions.
I first became aware of the personal, cultural and religious significance of menstruation during my post-graduate research of the origins of male circumcision. Among other theories, the term “menstruation envy” – men’s desire to equal and imitate menstruation, creating parallel menstrual rituals - were suggested in studies of different cultures all over the world. (But this is a theme for another article.)
This revelation was the opening to me to search for, and discover the Goddess.
by Rachel Mayatt
As I was walking in the local country parkland next to my council estate on the edge of Canterbury last November, I was thinking – as I often did - how much I wished I could move to Glastonbury, a place I love. Such spiritual support, the Goddess Festival and especially the Temple. I have been a Priestess for many years now – ordained with the FOI and a 3rd degree initiated Witch, teaching circles and workshops; but my heart still yearned for the community I experience in Glastonbury.
by Theresa Curtis-Diggs
Attention or conscious concentration on almost any part of the body produces some deep physical effect on it. - Charles Darwin
In my studies of ancestral wisdom concerning the primordial symbolism defining the Divine Vulva (but it could be any ancient image) I have often wondered about, and asked other women, how they connect with the goddesses of old.
These friends provide me with a variety of ideas which are probably controversial and mostly personal, and I appreciate them opening up to share. It is a difficult subject to broach, not one to bring up at the bus stop (at least not yet!) and I have decided I would like to investigate different ways of knowing in order to provide a general roadmap for those of us involved in doing divine research. I welcome any criticisms or alternative ideas on this topic, as it is the truth we are all trying to get at, and no one of us owns all the truth as all of us own some of the truth.
by Lesley Jackson
From many wonderful paintings, the Egyptian Goddess Ma’at, the Goddess of truth, justice and cosmic order, calls to us from the deep past. Represented in numerous paintings as a tall, young woman, Ma’at is instantly recognisable by the tall ostrich feather that she wears in her headband. This is her feather of truth, against which all of our hearts will be weighed in the Hall of Judgement
by Rev. Karen Tate
In the last few months the world was reminded once again how the arrogance of humankind is destroying families, communities and Mother Earth.
We now know Hurricane Katrina was not the reason for the demise of New Orleans. It was the failure of humans to preserve or restore the wetlands that act as a natural buffer for the cities that lie beyond. It was the greed of over-development in areas never intended to sustain housing. It was the incompetence of the Corps of Engineers who built substandard levees to protect people and the city. And it was and is the short-sightedness and ineptitude of callous and corrupt government and elected officials who have forgotten they serve the people. Post Katrina, it is business as usual on these same fronts, only the light has been shed on where to place some of the blame. And two years later, the carpet baggers are once again set loose upon the city whose spirit could once be summed up in the phrase, joie de vivre, or the joy of life.
By Glenys Livingstone
As the Wheel turns into Imbolc in the Northern Hemisphere, it is the Seasonal Moment of Lammas in the Southern Hemisphere. For those in the planet’s South, Earth’s tilt is delivering the post-Summer Solstice welcoming of the new Dark, the first harvest celebration.