Kahlil Gibran: And the Mother, the prototype of all existence, is the Eternal Spirit, full of beauty and love.

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" First there was the sea, everything was dark.

There was no sun, no moon, nor people, nor animals, nor plants.

The sea was the Mother. The Mother was not the people, nor anything.

She was the Spirit of what had come and She was Awareness and Memory. "

 

Belief of Pre-Colombian Kogin Tribe

 

 

" O Mother of Imupa, advocate for the whole [feminine] world! What a

remarkable Mother I have!

O Mother, a pillar, a refuge! O Mother, to whom all prostrate in

greeting

Before one enters Her habitation! I am justly proud of my Mother.

O Mother who arrives, Who arrives majestic and offers water to all! "

 

Yoruba Prayer (Nigeria)

 

 

The Valley Spirit never dies. It is named the Mysterious Female.

And the Doorway of the Mysterious Female is the base from which

Heaven and Earth sprang.

It is there within us all the while; Draw upon it as you will, it

never runs dry.

 

Tao Te Ching 6

(source: World Scripture, International Religious Foundation, Paragon

House Publishing, 1995 p. 95.)

 

 

" The Mother is everything — She is our consolation in sorrow, our

hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of

love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. The sun is the mother of the

Earth and gives its nourishment of heat; it never leaves the universe

at night until it has put the Earth to sleep to the song of the sea

and the hymn of the birds and brooks. And this Earth is the mother of

the trees and flowers. It produces them, nurses them, and weans them.

The trees and flowers become kind mothers of their great fruits and

seeds. And the Mother, the prototype of all existence, is the Eternal

Spirit, full of beauty and love. "

 

Kahlil Gibran, Broken Wings

(Kahlil Gibran, Broken Wings, trans. Anthony R. Ferris, Citadel

Press, 1962.)

 

 

" Our exile has not only been from the Goddess, but also from Nature.

It is not surprising, considering that most Westerners live apart

from their environment, protected by concrete roadways, consuming

machine-processed foods and filled with media information to the

detriment of the experience of our own senses. The seasons go by

unnoticed, we seldom touch the earth, eat fresh food or observe the

world personally — media input and journalism provide our

informational diet. The sacred is a forgotten dimension in our

society which we ignore at our peril.

 

Earth-honoring is an integral part of the native traditional

religions, who have never deviated from a vision of the whole of

creation as sacred. As we begin slowly — perhaps too slowly — to

assess this primal nurture, we realize that the native traditions

have much wisdom to teach us, and this may, in turn, stimulate our

own.

 

Maybe the return of the Goddess among us heralds the marriage of

humanity with Nature, the necessary resacralization which must

precede any marriage between humanity and the Divine...

 

The current ecological trend has alarmed many traditionalists who see

it as endangering the real business of spirituality — that of saving

the soul. Let them be assured: global restatement of the earth's

holiness can only enhance the human spiritual vocation.

 

The native spiritualities of the world point the way in which we

might approach our earth-honouring and make relations of the whole

creation. In 1890, 153 native Americans gathered together to perform

a Ghost Dance to gain a vision of a world healed of the evil works of

white civilization. Their massacre is remembered by white Westerners

as the Battle of Wounded Knee. One hundred years later, a group of

white people of assorted spiritual allegiance gathered outside the

U.S. Embassy in Grosvenor Square, London, to re-enact the Lakota

ceremony of `Making of Relatives', in memory of Wounded Knee. At the

ceremony's heart was this invocation:

 

Grandmother Earth, hear us! The two-legged, the four-legged, the

winged and all that move upon You and Your children. With all beings

and all things we shall be relatives; just as we are related to You,

O Mother, so we shall make a peace with one another and shall be

related to them. May we walk with love and mercy upon the path which

is holy! O Grandmother and Mother, help us in making relatives and a

lasting peace here!

 

This is truly the work of the New Isis — the Sophianic re-assembling

of earth-wisdom, scraps of whose garment blow about the world in rags

and tatters of glory. We may be privileged to live through this time

and see, if not Sophia unveiled, a glimpse of her doxa. The native

traditions teach us that without a whole view of the world, we can be

both presumptuous and stupid — the complete reverse of wise. "

 

Caitlín Matthews, Sophia: Goddess of Wisdom

(Caitlín Matthews, Sophia: Goddess of Wisdom, The Aquarian Press,

1992, p. 326-27.)

 

 

" Some say She is Uma, others call Her Laksmi; And others again say

that She is Bharati, Girija, Ambika, Durga, Bhadrakali, Candi,

Avidya, Maya, Prakrti and Para. Thus say the great rsis. "

 

Br. Naradiya Purana

 

Shri Adi Shakti: The Kingdom Of God, 1999, pages 353-354