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Saturday, December 13, 2025

Myth & Lore ~ Supernatural Beings Connected to Women

 

Across different cultures, many supernatural spirits connected to women are prominent figures in folklore and mythology. These figures often represent vengeful spirits, protectors, or powerful entities whose stories reflect societal views on womanhood, motherhood, and justice.


Female Spirits and Ghosts

Many female spirits are depicted as vengeful, often because they were unhappy or victimized in life, particularly in scenarios related to childbirth, betrayal, or societal expectations:

La Llorona (The Weeping Woman)
A well-known figure in Mexican and Latin American folklore, the ghost of a woman named Maria who drowned her children in a fit of rage after being rejected by the man she loved. She is cursed to wander the Earth's waterways for eternity, weeping and searching for her lost children, sometimes kidnapping wandering children.

And so the legend goes...

The Woman (María):
A beautiful woman, often indigenous, who marries a wealthy or higher-status man (sometimes a Spaniard) and has children.

The Betrayal: 
 Her husband leaves her, either for another woman, or due to societal pressures (like class/race).

The Tragic Act: 
In madness or grief, she drowns her children in a river, often blaming them, or seeking to keep them from her husband.

The Curse: 
She dies of heartbreak, or drowns herself, but her spirit is cursed to wander forever searching and weeping for her lost children.

The Ghostly Figure: 
 
She appears as a sorrowful woman in a white gown, sometimes wet, haunting rivers and bodies of water.  Her cries, "¡Ay, mis hijos!"  -- (Oh, my children!) -- echoing in the night.

What do you do if you hear La Llorona?

As the legend goes... 

  • Once you enter your bedroom, bless it.
  • Carry a crucifix with you at all times, give one to your children as well, she hates the sign of the cross
  • After 9:00 you must lock your children in that little closet in the corner of your room, they will be safe for now
How to protect yourself from La Llorona...

Some traditions suggest praying or using protective charms when near bodies of water at night to avoid encountering La Llorona.

 Is La Llorona immortal?

La Llorona (The Weeping Woman) is a spirit that haunts the folklore of Mexico and other Latin American countries. In some versions she's a ghost, while in others she's an immortal wanderer, not dead, but not really alive either.

Is La Llorona friendly?

La Llorona typically appears as a malevolent spirit, either a harbinger, or a direct cause of misfortune to the living. Sometimes she takes the form of a dangerous siren, tempting a solitary male late at night by confronting him as a pitiful woebegone figure hidden under a rebozo. 

Kuntilanak / Pontianak
Originating from Southeast Asian (Malaysian and Indonesian) folklore, this spirit is believed to be the ghost of a woman who died during childbirth or pregnancy. She is typically depicted as a vengeful spirit who haunts pregnant women and can appear as a beautiful woman to lure victims before revealing her horrifying form.

Kuntilanak is typically visualized as a woman with long black hair and pale skin, often wearing a white dress that conceals her blood-stained form, and can be heard emitting a chilling laugh. The legend has been a recurring theme in Southeast Asian horror films and popular culture.
 
The Legend
    Origin: 
    The most common belief is that a Kuntilanak is the vengeful spirit of a woman who died during childbirth. Another variation suggests the spirit may be from a woman who died as a result of betrayal or violence.
     
    Appearance: 
    She often appears as a beautiful woman with long black hair and a pale face. As she approaches, her form is revealed to be a horrifying ghost with a bloody dress, long claws, and red eyes. 
     
    Behavior:
    Kuntilanak are said to be attracted to blood and are considered dangerous to pregnant women and newborns. They are known to lure men to their death. 
     
    Variations:
    Some legends describe different types of Kuntilanak, such as the Red Kuntilanak (more terrifying) and the Queen Kuntilanak (the most powerful). There is also a male version known as Kuntilaki.
Cultural significance and folklore

Symbolism: 
Beyond horror, Kuntilanak can represent female suffering, particularly when a woman has been wronged or died tragically. It can also symbolize a society's fear of unnatural death and the darker side of femininity, fertility, and childbirth.

Defeating the spirit: 
According to folklore, one way to stop a Kuntilanak is to drive a nail into the hole on the back of her neck, which can turn her back into a human and a suitable wife.  
 
Pop culture: 
The Kuntilanak is a popular figure in Indonesian and Malaysian horror films, novels, and other media.
 
How to ward off a Kuntilanak 
 
Traditional methods: 
Some believe burning incense or reciting specific prayers can keep her away. 
 
The nail legend:
The most well-known method is driving a nail into the hole on the back of her neck, which is said to turn her into an ordinary woman.

Banshee
In Irish folklore, a female spirit whose wail or scream (called keening) foretells a death in a household. She is often associated with the spirits of women who died in childbirth or those who had a particularly tragic end.

The banshee is a female spirit from Irish folklore, a supernatural harbinger of death, whose wailing cry (keening) warns specific families of an impending death, never causing it, but signaling its arrival. Derived from Irish bean sí, meaning "woman of the fairy mound", she's often linked to ancient Irish families -- O'Neills, O'Briens, etc. She appears as a hag (crone), matron, or maiden, often with long hair, sometimes combing it, and her mournful sound allows families to prepare. She can also be a vengeful spirit or a guardian tied by love or hatred.

Characteristics of the Banshee 
 
Omen of Death:
Her primary role is to foretell a death, not cause it, giving loved ones a chance to say goodbye.

Family-Specific:
Traditionally, banshees were attached to ancient Irish clans, appearing for members of those lineages.

Appearance:
Varies, but common forms include a beautiful young woman, a stately matron, or a withered hag, often with flowing hair, red eyes from weeping, and dressed in grey or white.

Sound:
A terrifying shriek, wail, or keening lament, often heard at night, and can be mistaken for an animal cry.

Origins:
May stem from older Celtic traditions, the spirits of the Tuatha Dé Danann, or even mortal women who were professional mourners (keeners).

Women in White
A common trope in Western ghost stories and TV shows like Supernatural, these are typically the souls of women who committed suicide out of heartbreak, or were mistreated by unfaithful men. They often haunt bodies of water or roads and may lure men to their deaths.

The "Woman in White" myth refers to a widespread female ghost, appearing globally, typically as a tragic spirit in white attire (usually a wedding dress or a night gown), linked to lost love, betrayal, murder, or drowned children. She often haunts specific locations as an omen of misfortune, or is seeking resolution for her past trauma. Stories vary from Slavic Zeon to Latin American La Llorona. These legends are fluid, adapting to local cultures, but always center on profound grief and untimely death, making her a universal symbol of sorrow and restless spirits.

Common Characteristics

    Tragic Death:
    Usually died violently, or by suicide due to heartbreak, unrequited love, or betrayal by a husband/lover, often related to children. 
      
    Appearance:
    Wears a white dress or burial shroud, sometimes seen near water or old buildings.

    Behavior:
    May mourn and search for lost children, or act as an omen, appearing before death or disaster.

    Universal Legend:
    Versions exist worldwide (e.g., Germany, Mexico, Ireland, Philippines, Russia)
Powerful Demons and Goddesses
 
Female entities also appear as powerful, sometimes malevolent, figures in various religious and mythological contexts. 

Lilith
In Hebrew mythology and early biblical traditions, Lilith is portrayed as Adam's first wife who demanded equality and left Eden when Adam refused. She became a winged demon who preys on mothers and children during childbirth and is often considered the first succubus.

What does the name "Lilith" mean?

Lilith, meaning "belonging to the night," comes from the Akkadian word lilîtu, the feminine form of a word meaning "demon" or "spirit." In Mesopotamian and Jewish mythology, Lilith was the first wife of Adam, who was ultimately banished from the Garden of Eden for her disobedience.

What was Lilith's sin?

In Jewish legend, Lilith is Adam's first wife. She refused to have sex with him because she did not want to be beneath him. She left him and was cursed to give birth to one hundred demon children a day who were then killed. She was said to take her revenge for this curse by stealing or killing human children.

*Note, from me... so they placed this horrible curse on a woman, and then demonized her when it drove her insane?  Just saying. 

Were Eve and Lilith the same person?

According to midrashic literature, Adam's first wife was not Eve but a woman named Lilith, who was created in the first Genesis account. Only when Lilith rebelled and abandoned Adam did God create Eve, in the second account, as a replacement.

What did Lilith do to babies?

God sent three angels to Lilith to ask her to come back, but she refused to return. God told her that for each day she did not return, some of her children (little demons) would be killed. In return she declared she would kill newborn boys up to the 8th day of life and the 20th day for girls.

What does Lilith do to men?

Lilith was known to the Sumerians as “lilitu” a sort of wind demon. she was allegedly responsible for stealing semen from sleeping men.

*Note from me... they didn't use the term here, but Lilith could be called a succubus. 

Agrat-bat-Mahlat
Another "queen of demons" in Hebrew mythology, described as a sorceress and consort of Samael, who is associated with lust and terrorizes those who wander alone at night.

In ancient texts...

In the rabbinic literature of Yalquṭ Ḥadash, on Tuesday and Friday nights, she is "the dancing roof-demon" who haunts the air with her chariot and her train of 18,000 messengers of destruction.

She is also "the mistress of the sorceresses" who communicated magic secrets to Amemar, a Jewish sage.

 In the Zohar...

In Zoharistic Kabbalah, she is a queen of the demons and an angel of sacred prostitution, who mates with archangel Samael along with Lilith and Naamah, sometimes adding Eisheth as a fourth mate.

According to legend, Agrat and Lilith visited King Solomon disguised as prostitutes. The spirits Solomon communicated with Agrat placed inside of a genie lamp-like vessel and set inside of a cave on the cliffs of the Dead Sea. Later, after the spirits were cast into the lamp, Agrat bat Mahlat and her lamp were discovered by King David. Agrat then mated with him one night and bore him a demonic son, Asmodeus, who is identified with Hadad the Edomite.

Chamunda
A fearsome and monstrous form of the Hindu goddess Kali, symbolizing a destructive aspect of divine feminine energy used to defeat evil.

Chamunda, also known as Chamundeshwari, Chamundi or Charchika, is a fearsome form of Chandi, the Hindu mother goddess, Mahadevi and is one of the seven Matrikas. Chamunda. Goddess of war and epidemics, famines, and other disasters.

 Are Chamunda & Kali the same?

Chamundi is a form of Durga that is the most powerful in defeating seemingly unconquerable evil. She has promised to return (to our realms) and defeat evil whenever her praises are sung and her mantras are chanted. Kali is the most unbridled and raw form of personified feminine power in Hinduism.

 What is the power of Chamunda?

Goddess Chamunda is one of the fiercest and most revered forms of the Divine Mother in Hinduism. Known for her wrath and power to annihilate evil, she is a manifestation of Goddess Durga, embodying both destruction and protection.

Is Chamunda a tantric goddess?

A fierce aspect of Devi or the Great Goddess, Chamunda is an important deity within the tantric traditions of Shaktism. She is the consort of Bhairava, a fierce manifestation of Shiva, and is one of the Saptamatrikas.

Who is the husband of Chamunda?

The Goddess Chamundi or Chamunda is a manifestation of the Goddess Parvati, whose husband is Shiva. The specific form that Shiva takes as the husband of Chamunda is Bhishana Bhairava, also called Bhuta Bhairava, the blood-red Bhairava, lord of ghosts and dark spirits.

What is the Chamunda mantra?

“Om Aim Hreem Kleem Chamundaye Viche”... the mantra combines the three feminine forces of the universe to call upon the goddess to bless and protect her followers. It bestows health, wealth, and prosperity to practitioners.

What are the benefits of Chamunda?

Worship of the Chamunda Devi Yantra brings multiple blessings. Foremost is the removal of fear. Just as Devi destroyed demons, this yantra helps dissolve inner enemies such as anxiety, depression, and hesitation. Devotees describe feeling lighter, more confident, and spiritually secure.

Connection to Spiritual Practice

Historically, women have been strongly linked to spiritual and supernatural practices. In the Victorian era, for instance, women were often considered ideal mediums due to perceived attributes like sensitivity and empathy, allowing them a rare form of social power in an otherwise restrictive society. Today, research still shows that women are more likely than men to believe in a range of paranormal phenomena, possibly due to a greater reliance on intuitive thinking styles.




Sources and Recommended Reading:


La Lorona:
Encounters with the Weeping Woman

by Judith Shaw Beatty

The Black Scriptures of Lilith:
The Hidden Gospel of the First Witch

by  Naime Verdant

The White Lady of Indonesia

by  Hanyakra Kusuma

Bean Nighe
(Scottish Banshee)

by Bagtown Clans

Kali:   
The Black Goddess of Dakshineswar

by Elizabeth U. Harding



Jewish Mythology & Legends

by Chronicle Press



Monday, June 17, 2024

Women & Societal Pressure to Stay

 

Normally, the only place you would see this reading is in the sidebar at my website The Witch's Corner, something special for my visitors.  But today's message seems so profound, and it feels like something that needs to be shared on as wide a stage as possible.  So here you go...

The cards:

  • 3/wands (R)
  • Queen/pentacles
  • 9/cups (R)
  • The World (R)
  • King/Cups
  • Knight/pentacles (R)
  • 5/wands (R)
  • 10/swords (R)
  • 2/pentacles

There's been a lot of "water under the bridge" where this couple is concerned. There has been broken promises; inconsistent patterns of behavior; and actions with some pretty questionable motives. There has also been consistent squabbling and a whole period of time of confrontations and arguments, leading to a terrible and very negative atmosphere, which doesn't sound like something that would be very enjoyable to be living with.

In the end, it's going to be all about someone finding a way to re-establish a healthy balance in their lives. It's going to be all about someone being able to pull themselves out from under a negative set of circumstances to set themselves up for a healthier lifestyle, a healthier relationship, or a new and healthy solitary existence.

As a witness to an older set of morals and an older style of living, I can see where we need to look at situations like this from a fresh new perspective. In my grandmother's day, a married or committed couple stayed together no matter what, and this resulted in some pretty miserable lives, as I can attest to.

My grandmother divorced a man in the 1960s to escape an abusive relationship, only to remarry him months later due to extreme societal and familial pressure. It was as big a mistake the second time as it was the first time.

I'm hoping that we live in a less judgemental era, and I'd like to think that we do. But you know what? I still listen to disparaging things said about women who have decided to end a marriage or a committed relationship here in the 21st century.

We've come a long way, but we still have a long way to go.

If this reading is for you, and you find yourself in an abusive relationship, or even simply an unhappy relationship, do not hesitate to exit this set of circumstances. Do not allow yourself to be pressured to stay where you are not happy in a situation that is not healthy for you.





Wednesday, May 15, 2024

Arizona, Women, & Attitude

 

I got my first experience in the weird attitude they have down here about women shortly after moving into my new house.  I had an inkling of it when I started having my large concrete walls put up around the property, and the men who were in charge of this would speak directly to Bob, while not looking in my direction or even acknowledging my presence at all.  I thought, "Hmmm, this is weird."  To remedy this, the next time they came, I marched right up to them, stuck out my hand to shake theirs and said, "Hello, my name is Amythyst."  They seemed a little shocked and taken aback by it, but by golly, the next time they came to my house, they nodded their head in acknowlegement and said hello.

So, I was ready to have the wrought iron fencing and gates installed in the front of the property.  This was a whole new creative process, and the man I decided to hire did only this type of work, and did it beautifully I might add, from viewing his portfolio. 

When he arrived, I was the only one out in the front yard, and I approached him to introduce myself and get on with business.  After my first forced handshake and hello, in a hushed subdued voice, as though he were instructing a small child, he said:  "I prefer to talk business with the owner, I'll wait for him."

I raised my voice and indignantly declared, "I'm the owner. We're not married," referring to Bob.  I continued, "I bought this property, I paid for this property, and it's my name on the deed.  I'm the one who will be paying you for your work."

He got it.  Although I did notice that his attitude towards me, though now more respectful and acknowledging, was also laced with confusion and possibly a little leeriness, like he's trying to figure out how to approach this strange new creature. (Should I make direct eye contact? Will it bite?)

So, with my experiences as a woman in the state of Arizona, and with the culture that seems to prevail down here where women are concerned, I was not surprised when Arizona resurrected, out of its dusty moth-eaten book of laws, an archaic law from 1864 denying women abortions, and with it vital common sense medical care that did not even exist in 1864, the year the civil war came to an end, the year Abraham Lincoln was president.

I can't make this shit up.



Note:  thank god for the common sense of our female governor,
Katie Hobbs.


Monday, January 8, 2024

Book Excerpt: The Divine Me ~ the goddess Eostre -- Easter? Estrogen?

 

The following blog post is a short excerpt from my book, The Divine Me: Embracing Your Inner Goddess, pages 82-85, from the chapter "The Goddess in Every Month".


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·         March ~ Eostre

Origin: Germanic
Influences: spring and dawn, fertility, birth
AKA: Ostara
Symbols: rabbits, eggs, spring flowers, butterflies

This goddess is all about spring, birth, fertility, and the changing of seasons, the return of spring bringing with it the planting season, the return of warmth and promise and new beginnings.

The oddest myth that follows Eostre is the story of how she saved a bird from freezing to death in the winter.  Its wings were frozen together.  Eostre magically changed the bird into a rabbit, a rabbit which retained its ability to lay eggs. 

I don’t know about you, but this puts a whole new spin on the Easter images I grew up with.

I would imagine, in ancient times, when the rituals of this goddess were regularly practiced among the people, she was looked upon with a sigh of relief, as in another winter has passed and we survived.  Symbolically, it seems, the celebration for this goddess on the spring equinox would herald the return of daylight, as well as preparations for planting and the birthing of farm animals for sustenance.

In other words, it feels like the world is coming out of a dark frigid isolating winter and things are starting to move again, coming to life. 

Hmmm… “Eostre” sounds an awful lot like “estrogen”, just saying.

March’s Magick/Seed Moon
A Protection Spell

The main thing about someone who thinks they need a protection spell is that there’s something that’s making them feel threatened in some way. 

Who, or what, are you afraid of; or what is the set of circumstances that makes you feel threatened?  What do you think you need protection from?  Think about it, and then proceed with the following spell, if you still feel that it’s needed:

Let’s create a mojo bag for protection, as this is a very versatile way to create protection for a wide variety of reasons.

v  Start with the bag, a drawstring bag – I would choose black to repel negative people, entities, or circumstances; to banish unwanted things; to neutralize negative energy.  But you choose whatever color makes you feel safe and secure, warm, and fuzzy… protected.

v  Second – write down on a small piece of paper what you want protection from, be specific, be blunt and to the point.  Next, take a red ink pen or marker and with intention, along with much vigor and emotion, maybe a little cursing and spitting, draw a large red X through this list.  It’s okay to get emotional, get angry, get all riled up – what you’re doing is raising energy.

v  Third – let’s add some other “ingredients” to this bag, just so the universe and Spirit get the full picture.  This could be personal effects from an individual, and not just the stereotypical “hair and fingernail clippings”.  It could be the button off a shirt, a coin from their purse or wallet, a photograph, a piece of jewelry (an earring, or ring, or necklace chain), a tube of lipstick, a cigarette butt – you get the idea.  Be creative.

Tie this bag closed, preferably with three knots.  Keep it in a secret safe place and allow it to work undisturbed.  Should the time come when you no longer feel the need for it, you can: 1) toss it in the flame of a fire and let it burn to ash, 2) dismantle the bag and its ingredients and toss them into the trash, or 3) bury it somewhere off your property.




Friday, January 27, 2023

The Divine Me

 

New Release coming in 2023.

I'm three fourths of the way through, pushing forward to complete this project. I can't wait to get it out to you!





This book will be available this year
@ Amazon


Saturday, July 10, 2021

5 Things Women Should Stop Doing After 60

 


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Monday, September 23, 2019

Compilation of Posts ~ Mothers-in-Law, What I've Learned From Mine


The Good, the Bad, & the Ugly ~ No matter how neutral, or how problematic, a relationship has been with a mother-in-law, when I sat down and thought about it, I realized that I learned invaluable lessons from each of these women.  I also got an intriguing view of women with different personalities and backgrounds suddenly dropped into situations and circumstances they perhaps hadn't anticipated.  It was fascinating to see how each woman adapted to, tackled, or manipulated the people and situations in her life to make her existence tolerable and complimentary to her personality.

Mothers-in-Law ~ What I've Learned from Mine #1 

Mothers-in-Law ~ What I've Learned from Mine #2






Friday, March 18, 2016

Mothers-in-Law ~ What I've Learned From Mine #5

I only got to meet MIL#5 once, so this may be the most difficult mother-in-law to look at in retrospection.  I had heard so much about this woman, so many fond memories along with lots of negative tales.  However, since I never got a chance to have an in-depth conversation with her personally, I'm likely to let much of what I've heard go in one ear and out the other; because, as we all know, there are two sides to every story.

Our meeting was brief, a few hours of one day.  One thing immediately stood out for me, and that was that when we were introduced, without hesitation, this woman reached out and hugged me-- and it was the type of hug where you knew she meant it.  (Remember, it hadn't been that long ago that I was coming off MIL#4, you know, the one from hell.) This threw me for a surprised and delightful loop.

Brief background ~ supposedly this woman was suffering from a combination of age-related dementia as well as some brain damage that occurred years before when she lost consciousness from a severe asthma attack.  I had been told (again and again) that it would be impossible to carry on a conversation with this woman and that she was pretty much unaware of important daily details, or at least not able to keep them straight.

Quite frankly, I didn't find this to be totally true.

She seemed to know exactly where she was and what was going on.  She was also savvy enough to listen in on conversation, and I could tell that she wasn't only listening in, she was absorbing and comprehending.  This made me question who was smarter-- this woman, or her caretakers (family members).  I suspect that there's much more to this story that I will never know.

So, in one day, in just a few brief hours, what did I learn from this woman?

  • Sometimes it pays not to act as smart as you really are.  Think about it.  Who is going to have the advantage here?
  • When you can't do anything about the situation that you are in (quite literally), you have to find ways to be happy, things you can still do, things you can still enjoy, positive things you can still focus on.
  • You can't control the actions of others, whether this is poor choices and negative behavior, or sheer lack of intelligence, or personality quirks.  Learn to ignore and otherwise overlook it, because if you dwell on it, you will just add to the negativity of it all.
  • When life throws you a curve ball, shrug it off.

Actually, I learned much more from MIL#5 than I realized.




Tuesday, December 29, 2015

A Woman's Magickal Milestones ~ Birthdays

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Birthdays
Another year passes.  With the first birthdays, in the Maiden stage, each one becomes a celebratory milestone, but after a woman reaches 30 in our culture, we begin to associate a feeling of trepidation with the passing of another year. Why?  What’s not to celebrate?  Forget that our society foolishly worships youth and suffers from a chronic case of Peter Pan Syndrome; instead, celebrate, be joyful, embrace each year, embrace each change within yourself.  You are not aging, you are growing.  This is the difference, this is what our culture, our society, doesn’t see, or tries to deny.  With time women grow wiser, more assertive, more complete within themselves.  They Bloom!
Grow, Sweet Woman, grow in time, grow in wisdom, grow in laughter, grow in strength, grow in love, grow in power, grow in creativity, grow in magick.

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Succeed
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The 10th Year
The Threshold:  Childhood…Maidenhood
I still have one foot in the world of my childhood, but I can see through the open threshold before me.  The view is hazy yet.  It’s still so early, and I am still so young.  I see a shadow of the woman I will become.

The 20th Year
The Threshold:  Adolcescence…Adulthood
I’m taking baby steps, trying out my adult legs, finding my center.  Which direction will I go?  Where will I establish my roots?…roots of career and relationships.  The foundation I build now will determine the stability of my future.  Is it really all just a roll of the dice, or does destiny lay in my young and inexperienced hands?

The 30th Year
The Threshold:  Maidenhood…Motherhood
I step through a doorway to find myself standing in the mad rush of Life.  I am careening along at full speed, swerving to avoid potholes, watching the clock, knowing that I have a destination and a dead line to meet, knowing I have an appointment with Responsibility.

The 40th Year
The Threshold:  Motherhood…Middleage
I’m at a crossroads, no longer young, but not yet old.  The world around me appears to lose focus as boundaries and expectations are blurred.  What once was perfectly clear is now laced with questions.  The Universe is giving me a choice.  I watch in alarmed fascination as new paths open before me, each yellow brick road beckoning me,  “Come this way!”

The 50th Year
The Threshold:  Middleage…The Crone
I suddenly realize who I am, I mean the “me” that I must have lost along the way.  I suddenly realize that the only opinion that counts is my own.  I suddenly realize who my friends are and who they aren’t.  I suddenly realize that I am not afraid to face the world alone.  I suddenly realize that I have reached a plateau enabling me to scrutinize my past and glimpse my future.  I suddenly realize…I have arrived.

The 60th Year
The Threshold:  The Crone…The Golden Age
I’m at a crossroads, no longer middle-aged, but not yet old, not really, I say with defiance.  My body speaks to me now, still proud of its strength, its endurance.  My body speaks to me with relish, embracing the last blazing autumn of life.

The 70th Year
The Threshold:  The Golden Age…Old Age
I will reap what I have sown, whether this be children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, or the golden glow of accomplishments.  I will stop to smell the roses.  I will stop to watch the sunset.  I will stop to pet a dog, or hold a cat.  I will stop to speak to an old friend.  I will stop to say, “I love you.”; “Hello”; “Good-by”; and “I’m sorry.”

The 80th Year
The Threshold:  The Crone Glorified
I am elevated.  From this vantage point I stand in the stillness of dawn.  I stand in the midst of gentle rain on black earth.  I stand in the warmth of a loved one’s hand on my arm.  I stand, not in the shadow of The Crone, but shoulder to shoulder with her.  I am one with the goddess.

The 90th Year
The Threshold:  Rebirth
I look at the world and see it as hazy images in a crystal ball.  The images are people I’ve loved, places I’ve been, things I’ve done.  And as I stare at the images within this universal sphere, I can see that they are fading, getting dimmer, and soon they will disappear.  I know that as these images and this world are fading, there is another beautiful glorious crystal ball, and within it I can see the sunrise bursting over the horizon, lighting the way for a new journey…in the next Life.

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Sunday, May 3, 2015

"Feminist" is Not a Dirty Word

I think there's a lot of confusion about what a feminist is and what she isn't.  I also think that misconceptions about this extraordinary individual have come about because of this confusion.  I read recently about an interview Katy Perry did in Australia, and even though she admitted to being a "feminist", her idea of the definition seemed a little foggy.  To throw more hoopla into the mix, we have a considerable population of people who like to "boo n' hiss" the feminist, and I have to note that most of this crowd (which I've experienced) appears to be a few cranky old men who actually don't like women to start with-- feminist or not. (This group of anti-feminists also includes some misguided young men with an unhealthy dose of misguided women who feel compelled to Stick-By-Their-Men on this touchy topic.)   *head-slap*

"Feminist" is not a dirty word.  Feminists are depicted in a rather harsh light so much of the time, and I think it's because we make society uncomfortable.  Think about it.  For the last millennia, everyone had a role, everyone knew their place, and life went on without any bumps in the road-- well, it went on merrily for those who have been In Charge of this world, the Top Guys on the food chain.  For the unfortunate souls at the bottom of the ladder-- like women, and anyone else who stuck out in the crowd as different, well, life could be a little tricky.




Feminism:

If you believe that all humans, regardless of gender, should have equal political, social, and economic rights, you are literally a feminist by definition.

Are you a feminist?

  • Do you support the idea of equality for both genders?
  • Have you felt compelled to study women's issues, women's history, women's future; and by doing so has it given you motivation to make changes in the world?
  • Are you acutely aware of how gender roles play out in the media?
  • Do you feel that your accomplishments, your skills, your intelligence are more important than your looks? (And, hey, who defines true "Beauty" anyway.)
  • Do you find yourself more aware of type-casting individuals and what they can and can't do, what they do or don't know, by their sex?
  • Do you realize that it's perfectly okay for some women to embrace traditional roles of housewife and mother, when this is their choice?
  • Do you realize that it's perfectly okay for some women to forgo motherhood completely, realizing that just because they're female, it doesn't mean they want, or need, to accept this role in life?
  • Are you painfully aware of the difference in wages between men and women?
  • Are you a strong advocate for the underdog? 
  • Do you work to eliminate injustice in the world?
  • Do you aspire to be the best you can be, to achieve your full potential?
  • Do you encourage this type of aspiration in other women, cheering them on to live their lives to the fullest, to be who they were meant to be, to achieve all that is within the realm of possibility?
  • Do you love yourself?
  • Do you respect yourself?



My thoughts:

1.  No, I don't "Hate Men".  In fact, I adore them-- that's why I married five of them in my lifetime.
2.  I do not want to give up one shred of my delightfully feminine ways, tastes, and habits.
3.  I do not want a stereo-typically "male" oriented job.  Get real, I have all the physical strength and stamina of a slug...But I DO want my daughters, and any other women out there, to have the CHOICE of such a job if this is their desire and they have the talent to do it.
4.  If I want to cuss, swear, and spit, by golly, I will.
5.  I want to show men the same respect that I expect from them in return. (It's a two-way street, you see.)
6.  I want to live in a safe world.
7.  I want to have a gazillion "warm n' fuzzy" moments in my lifetime.
8.  I want the Universe to slow down, just for a minute, just for an instant, so that every human being on the planet can take a deep breath and take stock of who they are, where they're at, and where they want to go from this point on.
9.  I don't want anyone to live with regrets.
10.  I want all Women to realize how god-damn frickin' awesome they really are.


Tuesday, April 21, 2015

It Cannot Be, That I Am He...

It cannot be, that I am he,
on whom thy tempest fell all night.
 
~ George Herbert (The Flower, 1633)


This blog post is about women and friendship, and the disappointment of it all. 
This blog post is dedicated to LC.

I had a friend.  I thought she was a spiritual sister and we would be friends through the rest of this life's journey, till we were old and gray, and bent, and wrinkled.

 
I had a friend.  I thought she knew me, through the depths of my soul, all that I am, all that I aspire to be, all that I wish I were.
 
 
I had a friend.  She was a confidant for this life's stories, a co-conspirator for projects and whims and dreams.  She was my rock. She was my joy. 
 
 
And then a change began.
 
 
It was very subtle at first, a different nuance in her voice, the way she spoke to me, the way she looked at me, little things she said that I should've taken note of but didn't.  It grew slowly over time with less contact, fewer and fewer invitations, a slow distancing.  I puzzled over it, but I brushed it off as my imagination and continued to plod along in life, which in the summer of 2012 included filing for divorce and all the tension and stress that goes with this transition.
 
Pretty soon, The Change could not be ignored, so negative was the energy.  And also the fact that my soon-to-be ex-husband began a closer friendship with LC and her fiancé, JC.  I guess I thought this was just that strange phenomena that goes with divorce, when people choose sides, even when people don't want to and think they can remain friends with both.  The oddest thing about this was that LC had never really taken a shining to this man (my ex-husband); so I couldn't understand why she was embracing him in friendship now.  It was puzzling.
 
When The Freeze began, it encompassed not only my Ex-Friend, but people who knew both of us.  I found that individuals who would normally stop and speak and talk to me when we ran into each other in the store suddenly started avoiding me, blocking me on social sites.  They would be uncomfortable when I was the first to say "Hi" whenever we would bump into each other, and I'd stop, expecting to chat, to have normal conversation. They were shifting from one foot to the other, looking past me, looking at the ground, wanting desperately to escape.
 
I didn't understand.
 
And I did not know why my friend stopped being my friend.  There were no disagreements between us, no harsh words, no harsh actions.  Nothing.
 
It has haunted me...until now.  Someone finally had the courage to come forward and tell me.
 
The rest of this post is an open letter to LC:
 
I had listened to people tell me for the past two years, "She's jealous of you.", "She's jealous of you.", "She's jealous of you."
 
Jealous?  Jealous how?
 
Jealous of what I do?  Jealous of what I am?
 
I didn't understand, and I brushed it off.  I really had no idea what was going on in your mind, why and how you could so suddenly turn from my dearest friend to someone so filled with hatred.  If you had any idea of all the moments I spent mulling over in my mind what I could have possibly done to damage our friendship, what I could have possibly done to make you feel this way...I had no idea, but that didn't mean I stopped thinking about it.
 
And then I was told, finally, just a few weeks ago, during a chance encounter.  And I was left absolutely aghast, absolutely floored.  I would never have thought of this scenario in a million years.  And the sad, sad thing about it is that it's not true.
 
And I am left to wonder:
 
Did you just perpetuate this rumor to ruin my reputation and alienate people from me? 
 
Or did you really believe it?
 
No, LC, I have never viewed your fiancé as anything more than your partner.  I have never harbored romantic feelings for this man.  I have never approached this man in any way that could be misconstrued.  I have never been around this man when you weren't there.  He was actually inconsequential to my life, part of it only because he was part of your life.
 
JC called me on the evening of September 24th, 2012, to wish me Happy Birthday.  I had been waiting for your call all day.  I was surprised to hear his voice, because I was expecting yours.  But I thought he would wish me a perfunctory Happy Birthday and pass the phone to you.  We chatted for two or three minutes, then I said, "Can I talk to L?"  He paused, "Well, umm...well, ummm...She's asleep."
 
I thought this was odd, but it was just JC, so I didn't think anymore of it, and we hung up.  I thought, and my girls thought, that he might have made this birthday call because he felt bad that you didn't.
 
And that is all there is to it.
 
 
An epilogue:
 
Two scenarios apply here, and only you know which one is correct...
 
If you deliberately started insidious and untrue rumors about me, shame upon you.  May the cancer of your lies crawl from your chest, up your throat, to your tongue, and may you lie no more.
 
If you actually believe that I was "after your man", then I have to wonder why.  Why would you think such a thing?  And why couldn't you simply ask JC about the matter, which would have easily cleared things up-- unless he had his own ulterior motives for making that telephone call. 
 
This revelation has brought disappointment, shock, and dismay...but it also brings Closure.
 
Regards,
Amythyst