The Goddess Speaks: Mother Eve's Tale, Part 1

The Goddess Speaks 

Mother Eve's Tale, Part 1

 World Soul

The Goddess Speaks

It is time, and past time, don’t you think? Many men have worked to create an amazing world, but they did it without women’s guiding hand. And in the end, they've created death rather than Life. Now the Earth is dying: her waters polluted, her air poisoned, her fires fierce and destructive, her body ripped opened and abused, her people afraid and unsure.

It is time, and past time, for women of spirit to step forward and reclaim our ancient powers: to help the old die and to guide us into a new birth.

Therefore, I ask you to join me in calling on the Divine Feminine Spirit of Life, who holds the feminine powers that we’ll need to re-create our society.

Each and every goddess and heroine of legend has had her story stolen by patriarchy. So now it is time for us to hear their true stories, for these stories will give us courage to face the future, compassion to help the world and power to accomplish it.

Let us begin at the beginning. The First One, Mother Eve wants to set her story straight.   

Eve, the Mother of Us All

I look at my world and weep.

I weep that my human children have chosen to be so cruel and unconscious that they are killing my beautiful creation. I weep for my healing waters and fresh air; I weep for the web of life broken; I weep for all my children, dying so that a few might live.

For those children who can hear me, I will tell my true story so you may know what I created for you. 

Eve Speaks:

Don’t believe all the stories you’ve heard about Eve, Adam, the Serpent and the Garden. They are twisted out of shape, just as part of Adam is twisted and broken. What happened to Adam changed him on a cellular level. Do you know that all my human children start life with 2 X chromosomes (female)? And that it is only after a few months of gestating that one of the X chromosomes mutates into a Y chromosome (male)?

When the Father of Lies mutated Adam’s second X chromosome into a Y, Adam lost his innate ability to go within to connect with Spirit. He lost his connection to the Source and cursed his sons to live in servitude to an outer god, rather than to their own inner Spirit.

Through the millennia, my sons have struggled to find that Source within, but most have seen it as sacrifice and struggle rather than as acceptance and joy. And they have grown jealous of and fear my daughters, who have retained their connection, for they are the Life-Givers. And so they hid the Truth behind their lies, and now they believe those lies.

It’s time to set the story straight. Adam’s sons have tried to stop my daughters from living by their natural connection to Source. Eve’s daughters are still vilified, ignored, enslaved and abused around the world. But now many of my daughters are strong, and they stand up for themselves. They are acknowledging their connection to each other and to Mother Earth, and they are again living from their Source. They will do wonders. 

Blessed Be!

That is why we need to tell these stories – the stories of our feminine powers, so that women and men will know their true nature. And what is our true nature? Adam’s sons would have it be War.  But our true nature is Love!

So Yes. It happened in the Garden. Adam banished himself from our blissful existence. That part’s true. But that old story you grew up with gives you a bit of the truth, but it points you in the wrong direction.

Fake News indeed!

 In the Beginning...

I am Eve, an avatar of the life-force of this glorious cosmos. I have danced with galaxies, made love with gods and given birth to worlds, and so I was sent to nurture a jewel amongst planets. I was sent here to this planet to bring it LIFE. Specifically, I was sent to Earth to create a GARDEN, a place of beauty and grace and peace. It’s what I do best.

I danced the cosmic rhythms of life upon this planet, seeing its potentials, singing LIFE into the dirt, the waters, the fires and the air. I woke the planet’s energy body and watched it coalesce.

When my Earth was born, She lit up the heavens with her energy.

 

Then I began to channel Her energies into more life.

I enticed plants to grow and thrive on sunlight, just as I did. I gave them colors to play with and shapes to best suit them. And then asked the trees to grow tall to shade us from the fierce heat of my young sun. And it was good.

I leapt and let the air currents sweep me where they would, dispersing seeds, spreading abundant life. Churning the oceans. Refreshing my Earth. I birthed my winged children to help. I gathered moisture and wove clouds and danced on them. And it rained.

 

 

I swam in the deep waters of Earth and gave birth to magnificent children who knew how to go with the flow and when to stay rooted. I blessed the springs that quenched my thirst with healing and delight. And it was good.

I traveled the lava roads, midwifing new lands from fire and earth. Each land had a voice I listened to. I discovered what it wanted to bear—forests and meadows, blossoms and fruits, deserts and plains. And so it did.

Then I blessed the holy ground I walked on, called on the rains, drew in the fires of creation and asked the World Tree to gather us in Her arms. To hold and sustain us, as She does with all the worlds. And She did.

As my Beloved Earth took hold of herself, I shaped my Garden around the Tree, with sights and sounds and tastes and smells to delight and refresh the senses. For the blessings of life are joy and beauty.

Thus, I called forth the foundation of this Earth of ours – Nature, which is a single entity, a unified whole. A living presence. And Earth herself awoke.

Then Earth gave birth to more children, for now she was a co-creator with me. And it was good.

For an eternity, I walked in my Garden with Strength and Pride, Subtlety and Loyalty. You know their forms as lioness, horse, snake and wolf. Innocence came to me as a unicorn and power flew over me in the shape of a mighty dragon. Each being in my Garden was a source of living light and knowledge, part of Earth’s dance of life. And it was glorious.

So abundant is my Beloved Earth’s imagination that soon my Garden was home to every variety of Life that we could imagine and shape. Our children came and went, learned to hunt, to couple and to die. And it was all good.

Everywhere I walked, I walked in beauty. All my children lived in beauty and harmony, life and death flowing in cycles as we orbited our sun in an eternity of bliss. But even bliss can deepen.

One day as I walked alone, a sudden wish of my heart grew strong in me. It soon overflowed my heart and filled me with such delight that I shaped it into a song. As I gave it my voice, the song rang out into my Garden, a star burst of energy, like the birth of a sun. And it was very good.

As my song filled the Garden, my Beloved Earth rose up and gathered the song to Herself, shaping a form of clay and dirt, green leaves and warm sunshine, clear water and soft breezes. Shaping her response to my longing. Offering her gift to me.

The Adam. My mate. My Green Man. He who would share this paradise with me.

And so we did, for many eternities. Surrounded by our living Garden, we knew each other and all our relations who lived within Mother Earth’s sheltering arms. We shared our blessings and it was very good.

Your Genesis book turns the truth around. Their story says that Adam named the animals and plants, and was to have dominion over them, but that is not true. My beautiful Earth is alive and each of her aspects has its own name. We are part of one being. Together Adam and I communed in our Garden with the spirits of the trees and plants; of the shape shifting waters, the rain, the snow; of the 8-fold winds, the divine fragrances; the wild flames, the secret fires. The magic and mystery of this Earth was your blessing.

In the Garden, we shared our essence and we knew our grace and blessings.

Later, I watched in sorrow as Adam put a name to their essence, locking them into a singular form by the power of his newly acquired Word. Naming was only the beginning. I watched Adam learn to dominate instead of cultivate. My heart cried to see him so.

And where did he learn that? From the Father of Lies. Oh yes, there was a serpent in my Garden, but it wasn’t mine. He came down from the heavens in his chariot of fire. When he stepped onto my Earth, she cried out in pain. For she felt his great fear and will to dominate the creative chaos of life. Her life.

And so it was that Adam came to be tested. And he chose power over Love.

This cosmic being came to test, to dominate, to destroy. If he could. You know him by the name of Yahweh, the demi-god who calls himself – I AM THAT I AM. He came and seduced Adam, with his tricks and illusions, his ideas and delusions.

When he first appeared, Adam was wary of him. He didn’t trust his smell. And I told him truthfully what I knew from other worlds. That Yahweh is a demi-god, a cosmic principle, shaped on a desert planet, harsh in judgment, jealous of his power, eloquent in his use of words. He is one who travels the galaxies looking for followers. He lives off their energy and they keep him alive. Your Christian Gnostics knew him as such.

Yahweh bewitches with Words – in the beginning was the Word and the Word was God-- spoken with power. He told Adam he would teach him to create in a new way – with words of Power, and by the power of Naming. He promised him a new magic, one that would give him power over life instead of just creating life.

He seduced Adam and captured his heart with the desire to Name, which Adam was already beginning to discover on his own. But instead of growing into his new consciousness naturally, he allowed Yahweh to force his growth.

Yahweh did it by stealing one of my apples and offering it to Adam. He told him I was keeping a great secret from Adam, a power I refused to share. He created a division in Adam’s heart, and whispered lies. And finally, Adam believed him. And asked for Yawhew’s blessing.

Yahweh mutated Adam as he ate the apple until all that he heard within was – I am that I am, I am that I am, I am that I am. The Father of Lies enticed Adam to go against his own nature – he commanded Adam to stop listening within to the voice of Source. And to only listen to Yahweh’s voice. And to Yawhew's rules. I am that I am. I am that I am. I am that I am.

Adam listened and obeyed.

He destroyed the Balance.

Truthfully, this is the original sin. So stop blaming it on me and my snakes.

This wound has been passed down to Adam’s sons. This is the Fisher King’s wound and only the Grail – Love – will redeem them. It is my hope that my daughters will help them heal this mutation, this wound. So they can reclaim their inheritance, so we can all heal this wondrous Garden.

Copyright 2017  Cathy Pagano  All Rights Reserved. 

Autumn Equinox: Harvesting the Seeds of the Future

The Drummer sits in the topmost branches of the great Tree, his hair blowing in the wind created by the whirling of the galaxies turning around his head. The Tree itself stretches through the center of a brightly glowing spiral of stars, with roots firmly grounded in the earth of many planets. He cocks his head to listen in the silence for the music of the dancing giants, and his hands keep time on one of the many drums hanging from the Tree’s branches. Slowly a smile lights his eyes until they gleam with the fires of heaven. Standing, he stretches his arms above his head as he begins to sing. He sings his name, the power that moves the dancers, for he is the Lord of Time, and it is a moment in the dance when he is called to mark a turning, to shape a Balance.

 Elana Gibeault

With the grace of a dancer, he leaps and swings down the branches of that wondrous Tree. Now this Tree is known by many names on many worlds, for it is the Cosmic Tree, the Tree of Life whose branches hold the blazing stars and whose roots descend to the waters which give birth to the dreams of the soul. Yet to the Drummer, it is truly and simply the Mother, who shelters life within Her many layers and who gives form to the dreams of all Her children. Now one of Her oldest children is being called to his task: to turn the Wheel of Life and witness the result of that movement.

As the Drummer descends to the lower branches, he sings his song which is his name and the power of Time draws near. The rhythm of his singing grows slower as the great Change approaches, for the uprush of life which he called forth in the Spring is now turning within and approaching a new Balance. As he descends and draws near to one blue-green world, he gathers in the Light and he gathers in the Darkness, for these are the tools of the power of Time.

He sits in the lowest branches of that great and mysterious Tree, his leg swinging to the beat of his drum, his eyes searching the horizon. With his descent, his song has taken on a depth and a longing that belongs to the heart of this world, and his name becomes a beseeching whisper carried on the back of the winds. The power of his song and the power of his drumming become the power of his loving as a figure appears. As He is Lord of Time, so She is the Lady of Life, alive and glowing with both Darkness and Light. She comes to him now—Dark as night, Dark as Earth, moving like the cat-creature that paces at her side.

She stops at the foot of the Tree, swaying to the rhythm of his music, and then, lifting her arms to him, the Lady begins her own song, a song of fullness and depths, of mystery and emptiness. She sings her name—Mara—rich with the textures, tastes, smells, sights and sounds of nature. And when she sings her beloved’s name – Mabon — he leaps to the ground with a shout of gladness.

Now Mabon plays a new rhythm, one that binds them together in love. In that moment, as Lady Mara and her Lord, Mabon, hold the Balance between them, sinking into a deep silence, the Tree shakes itself from its crown to its roots, and the Balance of Time is achieved once again.

Within that infinite moment of looking and loving, the Change blows through them. And then the Lord of Time and Lady of Life send out their song, and call their children to gather around the Tree. And the children come with the fruits of their labor, for the Balance being struck between the Light and the Darkness is the moment of Harvest for this beloved Earth. To the rhythm of Time, they come to offer the fruits of the year; and stand in the silence as the moment of balance flows away, the Light receding before the Darkness.

Lady Mara looks upon her children with love and sorrow, for the ways of the world are secret and holy, and not all of her children have believed the senses which tell them of the ways of Spirit. For her world is now entering into the dark times, the season when death and decay need to be faced so that new life can be born in the future. Of all her children gathered there, she can only hope that a few have gathered in a harvest worthy of the gifts she and Mabon bestowed upon them in the springtime of the year. For although the Balance has been struck, the Dark is rising and the hope of the New Year lay in the harvest gathered in now.

One by one, their children dance before their eyes to the rhythm of their names and the sounding of the drum. The first to come by is an older man, dignified and self-important, with empty eyes and babbling mouth. Around his neck hang the skulls of women and children, and the skulls cry out against him. His is a harvest of death and there are no seeds to be gotten from him. Mabon’s hands fly over the drumhead and the dancer is forced to twirl and gyrate until the cries of the skulls are silenced as the figure explodes into dust.

Twisting from side to side in frantic haste, a woman scurries around the circle, with wide-opened mouth and a hole where her heart should be. She grabs at the air and THINGS appear—clothes, food, jewels—which she immediately stuffs down her throat. Unfortunately, they fly right out of the hole in her chest. The more she eats, the more frantically she grabs. There will never be enough. Sorrowfully, Mabon plays deeply and widely as the THINGS she desires overwhelm her and she is eaten by their nothingness. No seeds there.

One after another, their children dance their harvests, and they are too often harvests of greed and destruction, unconsciousness and small-heartedness, and soon the Tree is surrounded by corpses and bones dancing themselves to dust.

But just as sorrow has achieved its full measure, a woman appears with a small child at her side. As they dance, Mabon and Mara hear the young mother tell her little girl a story about a great Tree whose branches stretch to the very heavens and whose roots are nourished by the dreams of the world, and the child laughs for pure pleasure. And the hearts of the Lady and Lord lighten with laughter, for here at last is a bountiful harvest, with seeds for the future. As the woman and child dance before their parents, the abundance of their harvest is made clear to them, and they accept their blessings with grateful hearts.

Next comes an older woman, weighed down with years, who bares the fruits of the earth in her hands, and it is good. With her are many others, bringing the healing herbs and food they nurture by their daylong toil, and all are accepted with great gladness as seeds for the future.

Soon a man appears, broad of shoulder, with strong hands that are good at making and building. He carries the things which his heart has imagined and his hands have crafted—he brings with him the beauty he has created. And the Lord and Lady smile with delight, for here is a true son, bearing the harvest of his soul. The man lays the work of his hands at their feet, seeds of the future.

With him are others, whose harvests are of the heart and the mind as well as of their hands, and their daylong labors are blessed. And these children dance on the bones and the dust of their brothers and sisters, and their seeds rest in the decay of the dead, to sleep their winter sleep.

And Mabon and Mara look out over the harvest and see that it is bountiful, and their hearts rejoice, for in the silence of the Balance of Light and Dark, the seeds of the future are singing their names. 

This story is from my book, Stories of the Earth: 8 Tales of the Wheel of the Year.   It's an eBook and you can buy it here: 
http://www.wisdom-of-astrology.com/public/page/books-stories-earth