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yebreed · 6 months
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The Hall of the Holy Mother: One of the Oldest Places of Worship
The Hall of the Holy Mother (聖母殿) in Jinci Temple (晉祠), Shanxi. Built during the reign of Emperor Renzong (仁宗) of the Northern Song dynasty (1023-1032).
The hall is part of the ever evolving temple complex founded about one and a half thousand years ago. Over the centuries of countless transformations, it has accumulated buildings of various periods and styles.
The temple is dedicated to Shuimu (水母), The Old Mother of Waters, witch-goddess of Chinese lore, appearing in the form of a dragon, a snake or a charming lady with a sword and a yoke.
Photo: ©鱼雁江南, 雪夜魚舟
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I will never fill my home with icons of m*n. I will never kneel before a lord, I will never pray to a father. My house will one day be filled with images of the Mother Earth and Grandmother Sky and our Sister Moon. Spirals and circles and stars and yonis will be my symbols, womyn will be my religion. There will be no penances, no hell to fear nor heaven focused upon as distant reward. Life will be celebrated in all facets. The body will be held as the most sacred thing, as the small version of our vast world. The Goddess blesses all who love Her as She is pure Love.
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ocean-not-found · 7 months
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My personal Alternative Hail Mary Prayer:
In Traditional Latin and English.
---english
Hail Mary, full of Grace.
Thy Devotees are with you.
Blessed art thou among Women, and Blessed is the fruit of your Womb.
Hail Mary, mother of all,
help us now,
and at the hour of our death,
Queen of Heaven guard us from harm.
----latin
Ave Maria, gratia plena, devotus tuus tecum .
Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui.
Ave Maria, Mater omnium nostrum,
adiuva nos nunc
et in hora mortis nostrae.
Regina caeli, ab iniuria nos custodi.
Hope someone has benefited from this knowing you can *change traditional Catholic prayers to fit Paganism, Gnosticism or Folk Catholicism!*
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thesilicontribesman · 10 days
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Larger Roman Romano-Celtic Style Relief of the Three Mother Goddesses found in Ashcroft, Cirencester, Corinium Museum, Cirencester
Note the more stern facial expressions and upright positions on the Romano-Celtic version. This is made from oolitic limestone and probably adorned a local temple to the Mother Goddesses.
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heartofbarbelo · 4 months
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Here's your reminder that the New Year isn't until Spring Equinox, don't worry about getting your shit together and making resolutions yet, keep on hibernating and taking care of yourself and your home.
Amadéa.
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paganimagevault · 7 months
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The Goddess Anahita on Sasanian dish 5th-6th C. CE. Silver gilt. Overall: 4.6 x 21.6 cm (1 13/16 x 8 1/2 in.). Weight: 523 g (1.15 lbs.).
"Anahita, the Zoroastrian Goddess of water and fertility, was one of the last of the ancient tradition of Near Eastern nude mother Goddesses."
-taken from The Cleveland Museum of Art
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vsthepomegranate · 2 years
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Isis, Goddess of Life (1939)
by Auguste Puttemans
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crazycatsiren · 1 year
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Sometimes you just need to kneel before your patron deity's altar and cry. There's nothing wrong with that.
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jukti-torko-golpo · 9 months
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A Moment with the Mothers :
Aadya
I was blindly running through a dark landscape. The ground was rough and stones were piercing into my foot. I dared not stop running. Some shriveled black corpse-like hands were taking form and trying to pull me into the darkness. Their nails dug into my skin and left bleeding gashes. A putrid stench of death, decay and blood filled my nostrils. I was exhausted. My lungs seemed to burn. The place was infernally hot. But those creatures were painfully frigid.
I stumbled and fell. Panic seized my heart. The creatures caught up with me. Their presence brought back forgotten grief, fear and hatred. I felt anger, helplessness and every other negative thought that had ever crossed my mind.
A deafening humkaar reverberated through the terrain. It was terrifying. But it brought a strange sense of safety with it. I saw a few creatures crumble to dust around me. A pair of feet appeared in front of me. The skin was like the primordial darkness of the universe. It was stained with a blood-red alta and adorned with anklets made of exploding stars. I looked up and found Devi towering over the entire terrain. Her dark flowing locks formed the sky above. Her eyes burned with the power of a thousand suns. Her tongue was hanging out, dripping blood. She was naked. Time started and ended in the expanse of Her body. She was adorned with celestial bodies. A mundmaala hung around Her neck. A gleaming golden kharga in one of Her hands. A golden bowl in another hand, blood sloshing around inside it. She seemed to hold the entire cosmos in Her third eye. A strange mixture of fear and relief gripped my heart.
She jumped and landed among the creatures of the shadows. Her scimitar flashed like golden lightning. And bodies of those creatures piled up on the floor. She danced with a bloodthirsty frenzy, trampling over hundreds of those beings. I trembled with fear at the violent sight in front of me. Kaalratri danced the dance of destruction. She then turned towards me. Rage burning in Her eyes, She let out a blood-curling scream. She ran towards me. I was paralyzed with fear. A part of me was wildly flailing inside me...trying to run away. Another part pinned her down waiting for the Devi. She stopped in front of me and swung Her kharga. I closed my eyes. It went through my neck with an excruciating pain.
Tears rolled down my face as I opened my eyes. The pain had faded away quite a bit. I was shocked at what I saw. A shriveled decaying form of me laying dead at Her feet. I broke down in fear. All the ugliness that was within me lay in front of me now.
I started to drift into a sleep and the darkness around me seemed to dissolve away. When I woke up I was in the middle of a beautiful forest clearing. Large arching trees provided such cooling shade with their embrace. A little brook was trickling nearby. Birds were chirping all around. I was in the womb of Prakriti. The Devi appeared again. dressed in a soft white saree with a broad red border. Her skin was glowing like a blushing dawn. Her eyes held me with such tenderness. She smelled like chandan. She smiled and called me to Her. When I went near her She held my cheek and I started to heal. All the wounds started closing up. Every strained muscle seemed to relax. The exhaustion seeped away. I felt rejuvinated. Her hand had such a cooling touch...just like a cooling breeze against a burning feverish forehead.
She sat on a rock and I sat at Her feet with my head on Her lap. I cried my heart out to Her, long hidden grief, confusion, fear...along with feelings I have never been able to explain to myself. She held me close...humming some ancient melody to me. Not a word was spoken, but so much was conveyed.
Everything seemed to make sense suddenly....every turn that my life has taken, every person that I have met, every day I have lived through, every bit of gyaan I have acquired, every aspect of samsaar that I have learnt so far...all of them has to contribute towards slaying that demon within us, the ugliness within us. Every moment lived leads to slaying the darkness withing us and laying our existence at the feet of The Mother.
She embraced me and dissolved into me. I woke up with a start. My fever had gone down after two days. I was sweating, I felt like someone had breathed in a new life into me. The sunlight formed a strange pattern on my floor...a Trishula.
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dasenergi · 4 months
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I tended to my altar tonight and removed a lot from it. Mostly my sacred wood and feathers, but also several crystals. They were a distraction from my focus for 2024.
I also rearranged everything you do see. Within my birds nest is my Mother Goddess and an acorn, as well as three rose quartz crystals shaped into small, medium, and large hearts. I anointed each heart with rose oil, as well as the Mother Goddess and acorn. And there is a handful of other very small stones in the nest too. I bathed and cleansed each in a tub of water prior to placing them in the nest.
This is how I will ring in 2024, with a specific focus on love and calling in the feminine energy (the dried flowers and the Mother Goddess).
✨✋🏻💖🤚🏻✨
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daidisleprechaun · 16 days
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new obsession i get to indulge in that i’ve had since i was a wee lass🥹🖤
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The Goddess made uncountable numbers of flowers and animals and rocks and rivers, why on Earth would you believe there's only one way to be a woman? Our home is big enough to house tough women and soft women and funny women and smart women. Just as the Earth houses a plethora of beings, you too house a plethora of attributes. She Who created all things cannot be pigeonholed, why would you?
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ocean-not-found · 2 months
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Our Lady Of Sorrows 🖤
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thesilicontribesman · 4 months
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Iron Age Mother Goddess Statue at Carrawburgh Mithraeum, Great North Museum, Hancock, Newcastle upon Tyne
A highly unusual ancient find since Mithraism was a male cult. It was possibly sited outside the temple.
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tarotbee · 10 months
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Do you have any suggestions for offerings/ways to worship Brigid? Particularly Brigid as a pagan goddess, I know she was later included into Catholicism as a saint because pagans loved her so much! Also would love anything that focuses on low energy things as I’m chronically I’ll and disabled! This would mean a lot to me! I’ve done lots of research on my own but brain fog can be difficult to deal with! Thank you and no rush!
Hi my love! As a disabled babe also, I get what you mean and I'd love to help out!
Offerings and Worshipping Lady Brigid
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First thing I found is actually that Brigid is associated with water and springs so water would be a perfect offering
Stay hydrated!
Light a candle for her! Brigid is associated with fire!
Bonfires or food related gatherings with friends/families/partners
She is associate with the Hearth/Home. The hearth is often immediately assumed to be the kitchen as wood stoves historically provided warmth for the families but now your hearth can be wherever you feel most comfortable and at home 🧡
Eat good meals!
Celebrate imbolc! Simmer pots are a great smelling, low energy way to do that!
Florals! Flowers flowers flowers everywhere! Brigid is associated with Spring!
Wear floral scented perfumes and floral dresses or shirts
Straw/hay was actually commonly used to welcome Brigid and her gifts into the home and would make a great offering!
Brigid is a goddess of protection and fertility so if you're trying for a baby! Do it to honour her
Alternatively! Take your birth control as an offering
Practice safe sex!
Brigid is revered as a healer, so take your meds babe!
Brigid is also associated with poetry and wisdom which means reading or writing poetry in her honour is a great offering for her
Domesticated animals are also sacred to her so take care of your furry, scaly and slimy friends
Dyeing your clothes, knitting or crocheting
Brewed drinks such as coffee, tea, beer or mead
Cow imagery (especially white cows)
Practice divination
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“Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
A story of discovering scripture’s depictions of a God who is more than male.
The following is an excerpt from God’s Tapestry: Reading the Bible in a World of Religious Diversity in which author W. Eugene March has a revelatory conversation with his mother. For the entire passage, see this google-books link.
Some years ago I received an unexpected phone call from my mother. She was clearly agitated and thought I would share her concern, a theological concern. She was agitated about the language that had been used in fashioning a prayer to God in a study book that she and other women in her congregation were using.
…The issue was a prayer on which feminine metaphors were employed to describe God’s love for Israel. Wombs, labor pains, and nursing at nurturing breasts were used in a prayer to God. When Mom and her Bible study friends read this prayer, the explosion was not pleasant. And not surprisingly, an unofficial ‘denominational’ publication circulating widely in her congregation fanned the fire of my mother’s zeal to denounce perceived heresy.
It took me several minutes to get her calmed down enough for us to talk reasonably. When I did, I asked her to read the offending prayer to me. As she did, I recognized the clear influence of Isaiah. I said, “Hey, Mom, that language is straight out of the Bible.” She said, “It is not!” I said, “Yes it is!” “Is not!” “Is too.”
Finally, I asked her to get her Bible and we had a long-distance Bible study of some selected verses from the book of Isaiah:
For a long time I have held my peace, I [God] have kept still and restrained myself; now I will cry out like a woman in labor; I will gasp and pant. (Isaiah 42:14)
Can a woman forget her nursing child, or show no compassion for the child of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you. (Isaiah 49:15)
Rejoice with Jerusalem, and be glad for her, all you who love her; rejoice with her in joy, all you who mourn over her – that you may nurse and be satisfied from her consoling breast; that you may drink deeply with delight from her glorious bosom. For thus says the [Holy One]: I will extend prosperity to her like a river, and the wealth of the nations like an overflowing stream; and you shall nurse and be carried on her arm and dandled on her knees. As a mother comforts her child so I will comfort you; you shall be comforted in Jerusalem. (Isaiah 66:10-13)
After she had read those verses, there was a long pause, and then she said, “When did they put that in there?” “It’s been there all along,” I replied. “Well,” my dear mother continued in a somewhat subdued tone, “why didn’t anyone ever tell me?”
“Why didn’t anyone ever tell me?” That is one of the questions that prompted this book. There are so many misconceptions about what the Bible does and doesn’t say, so much ignorance among otherwise well-educated, capable people. In my experience, the people in the pews are often well ahead of the clergy when it comes to the matters that really count in the way we order our daily lives and structure the communities in which we live. Their attitudes are usually based on what they recognize from their own experience of life. But they need knowledge about the support the Bible can offer and encouragement and permission from their leaders. They often think that what they believe must be heretical or offbeat, since no one assures them otherwise.
Further Reading:
Explore the posts in my #God beyond gender tag 
See this post in particular
See this timeline of feminine language for God throughout Christian history 
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