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Paleolithic Sample Scene from Mother Wove the Morning I do not understand. You lost Mother? Is not possible! Listen, her voice–wind. You have wind? Feel. Earth–her womb, giving, giving. Seasons, her cycle. Look, moon–her silver egg, fruit of her night sky. Stars, her eyes. Rain, her good milk. You have heavens? You have Mother. You have woman, who by magic bleeds, by magic swells, opens to bear child? You have Mother. You have little figurines with great belly, breasts? Her holy blood on your floors stained with ocher? Her image on walls of your caves? Of course! You tell your children story, yes? In beginning she was there, Goddess of All Things, and she rose naked from chaos. But nothing was for her feet to rest upon, so she divided sea from sky. She danced lonely upon waves. Wind as she danced began work of creation. From herself she formed heavens, earth, all in them. You tell story to your children, yes? You have high priestess, who speaks to Goddess for you and to you for Goddess? And who makes earth fertile each year by choosing fortunate lover from among men and enjoying with him sacred marriage, then giving him as offering to Goddess that she may enjoy him too. You have all this, yes? Ah–you do not? You have lost Mother! I worry now for you. Mother–is all! Mmmm–you said word–"Fa-ther." What is this? |
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