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When, where, why, and how did it happen?

When did God put down the mantle of motherhood to replace it with exclusive fatherhood? Does it matter as long as the story of the motherhood reemerges?

What does it mean for us to have lost, and what will it mean for us to rediscover the motherhood of God?

I am a father and I can’t think of anything my children could do that would cause me to stop loving them.

Is God, in fatherhood, the same? Is God, in motherhood, the same?

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And when the sword of the enemy is seeking our heart, religion, now a heifer says:
You are alone. Alone.

And when the sword of the enemy is seeking our heart, religion, now an eel, says:
You are without love. Alone.

And when the sword of the enemy is seeking our heart, religion, now a wolf, says:
You are without hope. Alone.

And then, thirsty from the battle, religion, now an old lady milking a cow, offers us milk.

And in our gratitude, we say:
May this be to the good of the giver.

Oh the boldness of that. Oh the wonder of that. The wounds caused by us, to us, now heal, one by one as we are reconciled to the true nature through our blessing of the milk-bearer.

Lately, I’ve been thinking of the boldness of it all:
Rejecting the gifts and despite the threats of a Goddess, Cuchulain decided to do battle alone.

I  wonder, what would I do if faced with that? A goddess in the form of a human telling me she would help me. Would my ego allow it? Would my ego allow me to accept help from anyone or anything? Has my upbringing made me think I am self sufficient, that I am capable of anything?

Rejecting the gifts, and despite the threats of an endangered environment, we decided to separate our story from that of the earth, and do battle alone. We decided to do battle against ourselves.

First as a heifer, then as an eel, and finally as a wolf, the Morrigan kept her promise to Cuchulain and went to him in the midst of battle, and every time she did, he was wounded – heifer wounded, eel wounded, wolf wounded.

We don’t need the help of a goddess to destroy ourselves, all we need to do is to reject the gifts. All we need to do is reject the gifts of each other and bash on in our ego driven blindness to do battle with our instinctual insecurity. And in the heat of battle, we will be heifer wounded, eel wounded, wolf wounded. We wound ourselves.

That would be bad enough, but the real trouble is that not only do we wound ourselves, we also lash out at the goddess, at the earth, at each other. The fear of being wounded lets us know we need to be rid of the heifer, rid of the eel, rid of the wolf. As we lash out to be free of the attacks of the goddess to be able to do battle, we engage in deicide. We wound the heifer and the eel and the wolf to free ourselves, but in this, we are freedom-wounded ourselves.

And in our depression, we say:
We are tired of fighting with none of our people to help.

And the old woman, silent, offers us milk.

And we say:
The full blessing of the gods, and of the people of the plough, on you.