Welcome to the Planet, for the fifth visit! "Feminist Supervixens", both female and male, are invited to come and participate in this discussion of feminism, women's issues, and anything even tangentially related.
This is a regularly-occurring "Feminists' Circle" for Daily Kos, where all the supercool feminist Supervixens can pull up a chair and chat, get things off their chests, and get to know each other.
Everyone is free to bitch (yes, BITCH!) and moan - this forum can be "What's Your Fucking Feminist Problem?!" if you're in that frame of mind - but humor, fun, happy stories and congeniality are encouraged.
Notice to anyone who is NOT a feminist and wants to come here and complain about how bad feminism is, the problems inherent in feminism, etc.: fuck off and write your own diary on the topic. That's not what this one is for.
Tonight, I give my heartfelt thanks to
mem from somerville for hosting this feminist venue for the past two weeks while I've been away, and for doing such a fabulous job of inspiring politically-minded feminist conversation here on DKos. She's kept the ball rolling. We want others to pitch in too. This means
YOU! You women out there who would like to host a Supervixens diary, email me.
And now to the weird stuff.
Recently I attended a seminar held by a European guy who teaches people about sensing earth energies, ley lines, etc. This is my bag, or anyway, one of my bags, and I had a good time learning from him.
We experienced several different locations and types of energy, including a ley line (THAT was fun - it was cool to feel buzzing on one hand but not the other, as I moved in and out of the energy field). After each session with a location, we shared our experiences. There was one spot where he told us that feminine "Sophia" energy was to be sensed. It was there that I had an epiphany.
When I placed my hands on the ground and tuned into the energy, I went into a trance. I found myself in a temple made of polished white marble. Bright light blasted in from the right side, illuminating exquisitely smooth surfaces, with a hallway spiraling up to the left. It was like the inside of a seashell. Or a huge minaret, but there were no steps. I was just gliding upwards.
There were a couple of nunlike presences, dimly seen, and I heard the words "Hildegard von Bingen". More on that later.
The spiral kept going upward and it was made clear that the destination would never be reached - nor was it supposed to be.
I was impressed by the hardness of the material and the beautiful architecture - smooth, harmonious curves, but also somehow like the convoluted shape of a brain.
I was "up in my head" so much that I stumbled when I came out of the trance, and I felt an intense burning in the back of my head, where the base of the skull meets the spine - more or less opposite the "third eye".
The reactions of the others were quite different. One woman said she nursed at the breast of the Goddess - that the energy was nurturing. Another made a mythic allusion to Persephone and Demeter, again having to do with motherhood. Others, including the teacher, spoke of sensing that it went deep into the earth, was dark, kind of chaotic, etc. Everything was stereotypically "female". Nothing went "upward".
I was shocked to hear that all the others felt something in the body rather than the head, and felt this about nurturing and love etc. To me, it was purely intellectual - as emotionless as a lightning bolt.
It was The Thunder - Perfect Mind but without all the expressed dichotomies - it was all-encompassing. It was just - THERE. There it is. Woot.
I WAS IN THE MIND OF GOD - AND IT WAS FEMALE.
The Greeks may have been fucked up regarding their gender relations but they were right about Athena, the goddess of wisdom, springing fully-armored from the forehead of Zeus.
Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot the cheesecake: