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Archive | October, 2008
My Hallowe’en blog
31 Oct
I am dedicating today’s blog to women, with the following excerpt from the book “Women’s Intuition” (Unlocking the Wisdom of the Body) by Paula M. Reeves, Ph.D….
As patriarchy took hold in civilization, this essential body-held wisdom began to be openly attacked. In the 1500’s, untold numbers of women, labelled as witches, died because they freely offered to others the instinctual skills and intuitive knowledge that came naturally to them. The strength and commitment from this bond of sisterhood confused and threatened those who wished to see it eradicated. For the crime of an infinite love for nature, ordinary caring women were treated with utter contempt. Mercilessly they were burned at the stake, drowned slowly, horribly tortured, and mutilated in the cultural attempt to frighten the healing energies of the feminine, with its repository knowledge of ritual and the body, into extinction. Brutal though the method, invariably those attempts were futile. This energy can’t be extinguished. It may retreat and go underground, yet it waits, to resurface over and again.
My Hallowe’en blog
31 Oct
I am dedicating today’s blog to women, with the following excerpt from the book “Women’s Intuition” (Unlocking the Wisdom of the Body) by Paula M. Reeves, Ph.D….
As patriarchy took hold in civilization, this essential body-held wisdom began to be openly attacked. In the 1500’s, untold numbers of women, labelled as witches, died because they freely offered to others the instinctual skills and intuitive knowledge that came naturally to them. The strength and commitment from this bond of sisterhood confused and threatened those who wished to see it eradicated. For the crime of an infinite love for nature, ordinary caring women were treated with utter contempt. Mercilessly they were burned at the stake, drowned slowly, horribly tortured, and mutilated in the cultural attempt to frighten the healing energies of the feminine, with its repository knowledge of ritual and the body, into extinction. Brutal though the method, invariably those attempts were futile. This energy can’t be extinguished. It may retreat and go underground, yet it waits, to resurface over and again.
My Hallowe’en blog
31 Oct
I am dedicating today’s blog to women, with the following excerpt from the book “Women’s Intuition” (Unlocking the Wisdom of the Body) by Paula M. Reeves, Ph.D….
As patriarchy took hold in civilization, this essential body-held wisdom began to be openly attacked. In the 1500’s, untold numbers of women, labelled as witches, died because they freely offered to others the instinctual skills and intuitive knowledge that came naturally to them. The strength and commitment from this bond of sisterhood confused and threatened those who wished to see it eradicated. For the crime of an infinite love for nature, ordinary caring women were treated with utter contempt. Mercilessly they were burned at the stake, drowned slowly, horribly tortured, and mutilated in the cultural attempt to frighten the healing energies of the feminine, with its repository knowledge of ritual and the body, into extinction. Brutal though the method, invariably those attempts were futile. This energy can’t be extinguished. It may retreat and go underground, yet it waits, to resurface over and again.
When The Man Comes Around
31 OctAnd I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse
There’s a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won’t be treated quite the same
There will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter’s ground
When the man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettle drum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It’s alpha and omega’s kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon, no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will bring his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thorn
And at his feet they will cast the golden crowns
When the man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettle drum
Voices call and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It’s alpha and omega’s kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the man comes around
Close
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And its name it said on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.
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