On the Subjugation of Women by Religion. When I was three-years-old, people started asking me that ridiculous question which really we would be so much wiser to refrain from asking little children. You know, THE question, And so, little girl, what do you want to be when you grow up? Completely innocent to the trap I had been invited into, I replied with deep sincerity, I want to be a wise old woman and see God. My family was not religious. I was born like this, you see. This worked out pretty well for about six months: the grown-ups were stunned into silence. And then, one evening, a very powerful and famous man who was a dear artistic colleague of my mothers came to a party at my house. He was quite the emblem of the Patriarchal God, this man, sitting in a chair in our living room, with his white hair and long goatee, smoking his pipe. He was charming and funny and I was really enjoying his company. And then he asked THE question, And so, little one, what do you want to be when you grow up? And of course, completely innocent to the trap I had been invited into, I replied with deep sincerity, I want to be a wise old woman and see God. Oh, his demeanor changed then. He transformed before my eyes, and looking down at me with palpable disgust he said, Hmmm. Well, I dont know if you will ever be wise, but you will NEVER see God, because you are a woman. As if this werent enough, he went on to press his point, perhaps utterly unaware that at the age of three, my vocabulary was uncannily advanced, Women are base and low and their vibration can never approach the rarified vibration of God. I remember imagining the golden web of light of a rarified vibration and then feeling a chasm opening between my tiny fleshy female form and that beautiful golden light. I remember how my heart sank into my chest as hope scattered into the shadows at the far corners of the room. Before that moment, I had only experienced God as the Great Mystery of the Universe and a beautiful living energy vibrating within my own heart. Its been 50 years since that day. And you know what? In all those years, God has never once rejected, separated, labeled or demeaned me. Only humans do that. Only humans do that. What is it, really, that we are so afraid of? What is it, really, that makes us confuse hatred with power? How long will it take us to finally wake up from this seemingly endless sleep? In Reality, neither men nor women are superior. We are different. And when we finally come to understand one another, I truly feel the Way will have opened for this world to know peace. In the meantime, it seems to me that every man and woman who succeed in truly loving and respecting one another... Whether as lovers and partners in life or simply as friends... Are heroes. -MVA ~
Posted on: Sun, 06 Jul 2014 12:32:23 +0000
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