GODDESS
Ode #27 - Trans/Scribed Poetic Dictation, Thea~Dea Ode
[Orientation towards Goddess is in right now. Not just the Mother (of) Earth. The Mother of All! The Mother of God. This is a metaphor, but a helpful and interesting one. GAIA — a Goddess image who many consider an embodiment of the Earth. Yet, upon digging deeper, one realizes She is not just the materia. She is the ground of groundedness itself. Homer (themself the crystallization of an oral-formulaic tradition — potentially self-represented in the character of Nausikaa) gives us: “I will sing of Gaia, universal mother, firmly founded, oldest of all the holy ones, who feeds all creatures that are in the world... You who give life, you who take it away...” And Hesiod, “First of all, Chaos came into being. Then broad-bosomed Gaia, ever-secure foundation of all the immortals who hold the peaks of snowy Olympos.” Gaia in Hesiod generates from Herself (without partner) Ouranos — Father Sky. Khaos the word resists gender (sort of sloughs attempts off), and is a kind of inactive void here. They gínetai (happen, yawn open) and then recede from the narrative to make way for the activity of Gaia. Pausanias gives us one more compelling key around 2nd century CE: a testimony that at Delphi, the first prophetic power was Gaia’s — that the oracle belonged to her before Apollo took it. Pausanias describes a chasm from which pneuma (divine breath) arose from the earth, and Gaia herself first uttered oracles there. The material is of course her domain. And the subterranean. And the extraterranean. And the terrestrial. And the extraterrestrial. The explicate, and the implicate order. The visible and invisible. And what is beneath the invisible. And beyond it. Before it, and after it. The gaping maw, and the sweet song. The hypermassive black hole hurtling through space, and the star systems in its path. The center and the exterior. Interiority and superficiality. Depth and shallowness. Yes, all of it — and none of it. The beginning and the end. Before the beginning and after the end. And the image need not take merely human shape. She is the hamster mother who eats her newborns. She is the whale mother who mourns her dead calf. She is the lynx mother who dens alone — she has no mate helping her — and she nurses and protects her kittens (usually two to four) for several months. She teaches them to hunt through an extended apprenticeship period that can last close to a year, sometimes longer. The bond is sustained and serious. The children naturally disperse from the mother to find their own territories, sometimes many hundreds of miles away. But this is the young moving away from the mother, driven by their own emerging solitude-nature, rather than the mother abandoning them. Perhaps She does not abandon Her children. More likely, she is capable (as evidenced throughout creation) of everything — beautiful and horrible. Personal (Thea) and impersonal (Dea)~ ] Received 3/10/2026 | 4:48-5:17am
Companion Missive #27 - THE NEED TO KNOW (11/22/2023)
Listen to the Recitation:
GODDESS The Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent DIOSA No mere provincial goddess I see how Ananke brought Her forward Primordial Mother Of ALL Matri Deum Mother of GOD GODDESS Less is not more The lesser form is not more fundamental -DESS is REMOVED to make God Not ADDED to make Goddess Ante Not Post Less is not more More is not lesser The complex can be the beginning Magna Mater At the beginning is everything Which we then shave away to find something And beneath that, nothing And inside that, everything The Mother of God may be A more direct image to the Beloved Who, yes, is beyond single and plural Beyond mother and father Beyond motherfather, beyond fathermother We understand this perfectly — so Give the Mother a try Not the Father, nor the Neuter (Behind whom may be the Father) The Mother: but don't belittle her She is the great carer, yes And the great destroyer And the great ambivalence And the great jester And the great void And the radiant sun And the cold blood moon The lover, and the mendicant The sage, and the vapid fool The warrior, and the priestess The gambler, and the servant The queen, and the tyrant The compassionate, and the inconsiderate She is the everything-and-more She is the nothing-and-beyond She is the neither-nor And, yes, far more, far other, far similar Than what can be written or said or sung Not even a dance can conjure it And yet the dance is the whole of it Her grace is written on the contours Of a woman's eyes, cheeks, nose, chin Her body, the essence of her muchness Goddess does not deal in trivialities And yet, she relishes in them She goes by many names, has many faces Let us imagine Odin is a face of hers too, Shiva Shining with Her light emanating through His eyes — we look in To see the golden warmth behind Too hot to behold directly, we find images Words, shapes, sculptures, stones To become icons, signs pointing Reminders carved into our instincts The channels charted over almost 3 million Years and years, untold billions of hands chiseling Waterways coursing canyons deep, great Mother, guide our hands for another 3 million, Or 300, or 3 years — whatever you wish We will make it for you. How dare we; You will make it through us, as all has been made To your ends, to your mystery, I look at the whorls of my fingerprints and know You are there — looking out at me Nearer than I can ever dare Between the will I dare and my self, I find That hinting doorway, that winding corridor I can neither see nor walk A feeling comes over me and I follow Before I know, I am There, before the end Of the hidden way to her Which has always been here for us
something in my own experience, seemingly corroborated in some reports i have heard from others, is that when the anima (mundi) is projected, the object is seen as having a kind of golden halo around their body, while the object sees in the projector a kind of golden light emanating from the eyes.