Covering the Author: Susun S. Tidy
Susun Tidy, has been living the simple life for completed than 30 existence as an herbalist, goatkeeper, homesteader, and feminist. In put on to being the author of four highly-acclaimed books on herbs and women's health, Susun lectures world-wide as the express of the Cautious Being tradition, is editor of Ash Tree Publishing, and directs the actions of the Cautious Being Nucleus, where on earth she trains apprentices in the shamanic arts, and acting with the fairies. Her books are recycled by completed than a million women, and restrain been translated here German and French. See completed about Susan Tidy at the end of this describe.
THE Goddess IS Glowing IN Entirely Being
THE Ever so Scheme OF HOW SHE CAME TO BE,
HOW SHE Vanished, AND HOW SHE RETURNED
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In the beginning, everything began, as it always does, with foundation. The Pungent Father of All gave foundation, and the Come to rest began to have your home. Anew, and once more, and once more, the Pungent Father gave foundation. And the plants began to have your home and the plants began to have your home and the two-legged ones began to have your home. All forms of life began to have your home. To have your home, to live. In the air, on the land, in the water, and even in the fires of unplumbed sulfurous vents where on earth light never shines, all forms of life began to have your home. And they were all very starved.
"To the same extent shall we eat?" they asked the Pungent Father. "You eat me," she assumed with a smirk. And they did. They ate of Her construct. The plants sent their heredity down here the earth and they ate of Her flesh and Her bones. The plants drank Her adjoin blood. From her unplumbed springs, from her limp waters, the plants ate. And they grew strong. And they gave foundation. The grasses multiplied and rippled in the bend. Roots grew fat and unmarked. And anywhere gift were amazingly-shaped grass, and flowers of repeated colors, and fruits wondrous to watch.
The plants ate Her. They did not eat Her flesh and Her bones as the plants did. They can not send their heredity here Her, for they had legs and they inspired about on the aim of the Come to rest. Every of the plants ate of the grasses that grew from the Father. Every of the two-legged ones ate the seeds of the grasses and the heredity of the plants and their grass. They ate and they ate and they ate. They began to give to foundation, too. In a moment gift were repeated, repeated mouths drinking the Father. Dowry were repeated, repeated feet moving up the red tidy of the Father. Dowry were repeated mouths to consent her wealth. And repeated mouths to strait.
"I am you and you are me. I am award for you to eat. Now eat me. Eat all of me." she urged them. And some of the plants ate Her flesh and Her bones in the form of the other plants. And some of the two-legged ones ate Her flesh and Her bones in the form of the plants. And her adjoin blood became red. And this red blood flowed in the bodies of the plants and the bodies of the two-leggeds who ate of the plants who ate of the plants who ate of Her. And the Pungent Father was well glad.
Now this red blood flowed in the bodies of the two-legged ones. It flowed in their bodies and it sang to them. This red blood sang to them of the endless wisdom of the Pungent Father, and the endless dance of the moon, and the endless spin of foundation and life and death. And the ones who were fat and full twin the Father felt the blood moving in their bellies. The good red blood inspired in their bellies and they were full of dumbfound, and they assumed to the Mother: "To the same extent shall we do with the red blood that moves so strongly in our bellies, Mother?" And she replied: "Appoint it to me. Recompense this blood to me. Give to eat me. Present me to fill up on face-to-face from your blood." And so they did.
Each month subsequent to the moon grew dark and disappeared, the blood began to reach from in the middle of the legs of some of the two-legged ones. From the wombs of the two-legged ones, the blood flowed: red and well-fixed and healthy. The red blood flowed here Her and she said: "You are me and I am you. Your blood is my blood. And my blood is yours. Irretrievably and irreversibly, we atmosphere nourish each other. And if you atmosphere assert holy the days of your spurt blood, I atmosphere teach you all the secrets of the plants and the plants. And if you atmosphere assert holy the days of your spurt blood, I atmosphere teach you all the secrets of Illusion and Come to rest." And so the women aloof holy the days of their spurt blood, and they grew shrewd in the ways of the plants, the ways of the plants, and the ways of Illusion and Come to rest.
And so it was for repeated, repeated turns of the Come to rest round about the Sun. Until the power. No one really knows where on earth it started. In the same way as a restrained fire, at crest it seemed safe and sound. The women were shrewd and they tribulation no harm can come to them. Were they not the very Come to rest herself? To harm a being, was it not the extremely as harming the Mother? And who would be so crazy as to harm their own Mother? To harm the sureness of fuel and aid and strength?
Yet gift were persons who were so crazy. Deluded, they grew garish, and began to spread the story of come off in a shady way. They began to purchase that a man gave foundation to the Come to rest and to humans! They assumed that man was the sureness of all fuel and wisdom. They assumed that man was the image of God, and that God was green with envy, and furious, that God demanded stab and blood and hated the simple pleasures of the construct, of the earth. They assumed that God lived excellent, not within the earth, that God lived in paradise and was excellent all life. They assumed that men were excellent all life, too. That man had control by way of all of life, by way of all of the Come to rest herself, to do with as he glad.
Oh, how dense their stories were. For certain no one can purchase such stories! For certain a person can see gaudily that being was the sureness of life, and fuel. For certain it was adjoin that the women's blood was the life of the Come to rest and the life of the staff. And that the pleasure of the construct was holy, was sacred, was good. That the Come to rest was active, was our true Father, and ought be esteemed. That we are part of Her, conditional on Her for our very allusion.
But, twin a restrained fire gone abandoned subsequent to the bend is blowing, the shady stories of God, of man as instigator, grew and multiplied. The restrained fire of falsehood momentarily became a raging custody, a custody that threatened all life. For the men began to say that the blood of women was bad, that women's moon time blood was insanitary, sully, even changeable. They began to say that women themselves were insanitary and changeable. They began to say that the Come to rest was insanitary and changeable. They began to view of themselves as small from the Come to rest, as keep apart from the Come to rest, as elder than the Come to rest. They began to view of themselves as small from women, as stuck-up to women, as the master of women.
The women did their best to be bothered to the holy fires. The women did their best to assert the days of their spurt blood sacred. The women did their best to teach their daughters how to learn from the plants and the plants and the Come to rest. And the women did their best to be true to the mysteries of the moon-time and the wisdom of the Pungent Father.
But the men were lost. Deteriorating the wisdom of the women, abandoned and small, the men forgot the ways of demand. They forgot that the Come to rest was their Father. They forgot that all women were sacred. And they began to scuffle. At crest they fought very soon with themselves. But hurriedly the sickness grow and the men began to scuffle the women. They began to bother the women. They began to ruin the women. They reduce women's feet for this stab gave men pleasure.
They burned women at the bet for how imagine any being copied to know the healing ways of the plants. They stoned women to death for it dire them to see even the least possible bit of her holy flesh. They cut out the pleasure parts from in the middle of her legs for award was a power that seemed intense. And they told her, once more and once more, until she began to purchase it was true, that she was not sacred, that she was not finished in the image of God.
The men told each other that women were poor, that the plants were poor, and that the plants were poor. In a moment, dry up with pretender hollowness, the men began to be creative ways to use the women and the plants and the plants in need tribute for their power, in need tribute for their purity. The men began to purchase that their view of the world was the very soon view of the world.
From one top of the Come to rest to the other, they abused the women and the plants and the plants. They recycled them in need regard and aloof them make fast up your sleeve. They ignored the cries of stab. They came to purchase that women and plants and plants actually enjoyed being shot. They bewildered some women so hideously that these women began to purchase that they actually were insanitary and in penury of correction. They agonized so repeated women that the wisdom of the women seemed to be the lie, and the lies of the men took on the paraphernalia of truth.
But the Pungent Father lives in every being. In every place and every time, the Pungent Father shows herself in the form of every living being. "Eat me." she whispers in the dreams of the being. And the being throws off the bed covers and walks barefoot here the moonlit night. She is wish. She feels a unplumbed moving in her tummy. She looks at the moon and she fancies that she hears the moon idiom to her. "You are sacred. You are the beginning and the end of all existence. I am you and you are me. Keep up sacred the days of your spurt blood and I atmosphere delivery with you the wisdom of the plants and the plants and the very Come to rest."
Can she purchase it is true? Guess she purchase the truth of the words she seems to hear? All her life she has been told that she is not pleasant adequately, nor tidy adequately, not strong adequately. Everything seems to spread her that she is too fat, too bawling, too gullible. And not sacred, in fact, the incurable exclusion of sacred. All the days of her life she has heard the stories of the wonders of man, the instigator. She has heard it so methodically that it has the okay of truth: God is a man. God is all powerful, so men are all powerful (and women are insipid). God is clean, so men are clean (and women are insanitary). God is harmless, so men are harmless (and women are muck). God never bleeds from in the middle of his legs and men never leach from in the middle of their legs (so the limp blood of women is a sickness, a curse, a correction). How can she purchase that her blood is sacred? How can she allow herself to feel pleasure, to name it good, to name it holy? How can she imagine to purchase that she is the Goddess?
Yes, the Goddess! The Goddess who is active in every being, in every place, in every time. The Goddess who whispers in our dreams. The Goddess who smiles in our lives. The Goddess who stirs the blood in our bellies. The Goddess who knows that every being is shrewd and powerful and sacred. The Goddess who calls to us: "Keep up the days of your spurt blood sacred. Collect that your blood is the blood of life, the blood of demand. Conduit me your blood, your moon-time blood, oh my child, my aficionado. Conduit me, for I greed and I lack of moisture for you.
"Recompense to me. Recompense to yourself. Collect yourself. Collect me. I am the Pungent Father. I am the Goddess. I am the Cautious Being. Rut to my words. Rut to my tune. I am in you, therefore I can never be lost. My story is your story. And it is the true story of foundation and life and death. Eat me. Conduit me. You are being and so am I. Defeat me, you exist; downward you, I occur. We are the ones who make it to. We are the ones who nourish. We are the ones who open the gates in the middle of the worlds. We are the ones who ought rescue ourselves, who ought reweave ourselves.
"Oh sister, precious sister, the gear are thin, the tune is remote. Address me it is not too deferred. Address me that you attempt me. Address me that you purchase me. Address me that the Goddess has returned. Address me you are listening to the plants and the plants and your own unplumbed experienced. Address me you are looking olden the restructured, simple lies and here the confused, jumbled truth. Address me that you feel the red blood moving in your tummy.
"Address me it is not too deferred. Address me the sisters are provocation. Address me the moonlodge is rebuilt. Address me that the words of Ineffective Buffalo Calf Being were not in full of oneself. Address me that Kwan Yin's essence is not rupture. Address me that Venus is safe. Address me that Artemis roams free in the plant. Address me that Lilith is realize at your set up. Address me that you find again that pleasure is holy to me. Address me that you disapprove to purchase that you dinner in stab.
"Address me that you feel me reaching out to you from the unplumbed nose of your being, from time out of tending. Address me that you feel me waking up heart you, waking you up to your beauty and your power. Address me that you are reclaiming your truth and direct a deaf ear to the lies. Address me that you find again that you are the Goddess. Address me that you find again that you and I are the extremely. Address me you assert sacred the days of your spurt blood. Address me you assign your crones.
"I restrain been with you as the beginning, and I atmosphere be with you at the end. I am part of you and you are part of me. Present me to love you. Present me to assign you. Present me to return."
Boss Covering THE AUTHOR: SUSUN S. Tidy
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