Sheela Na Gig : Cunt Wisdom : Womb Wisdom : Opon Ifa From my womb : the all one, two, sixteen, two fifty-six ultimate permutations of being and becoming generation transformation cosmos pervading sinuous dynamism : the snake emptiness : generative depth all seeing eyes : womb wisdom circle of totality : utmost possibility mystery upon mystery my womb : awo inscrutable mystery may be penetrated bottom never found enter reborn Mother Superior crack open my skull tear me from myself so I may be one with thee consummate this hunger terrible that has driven me from desert to desert from hunger to hunger fulfilment a horizon ever receding the 256 multiplying into permutations ever expanding the totality forever beyond grasp even as the burning core within the infinite ever pulls me onward. Where Does This Come From? It comes from the place of veneration of the double altar united into one by juxtaposing Theodora Rebecca Wildcrofts Sheela Na Gig and an opon ifa. We drank of the sacred nectar issuing from the cunt of the unfolded one, that stream that is the lifeblood of cosmos, and were illumined to pen these words. From the mysteriously wanton cunt gaping figure in English and Irish church architecture known as Sheela Na Gig to Odu, the numinous-the compellingly distant yet deeply bonded to us unknown- one at the heart of the wisdom of the Yoruba origin Ifa system, of which the opon ifa is both a cosmological symbol and a physical template for her manifestation, do we not see the same persona in different forms, embodiment of the cunt that is pleasure and life, the breasts that are nourishment and pleasure? Is she not the same one who appeared, naked and imposing, to feast on raw animal entrails that night in the forest, as Orunmila sought knowledge from her on the foundational power that is womb genesis, to the gentle one who gave birth to he henceforth known as the Son of God? Different faces, but all woven of the same cloth, sacred sisters who sift into you with quiet strength if you call upon them, for at root they are one. Let Theodora Wildcroft speak: Oluwatoyin Vincent Adepoju: What do you think of the idea of creating a collage made up of your Sky Goddess painting and another image? Theodora Rebecca Wildcroft: That would depend on the other image and who was doing the creating, I think. Oluwatoyin Vincent Adepoju : THANKS. The creator would be myself. I can send you a sample I have done on my computer but which I will not share without your permission. Theodora Rebecca Wildcroft: Go ahead. Oluwatoyin VincentAdepoju : Thanks Theodora RebeccaWildcroft: Im happy with that. Oluwatoyin Vincent Adepoju : Wow! Theodora Rebecca Wildcroft: What does it all mean? Oluwatoyin Vincent Adepoju: Goddess bless you. It evokes Odu the Yoruba Orisa religion feminine cosmic force who embodies all possibilities of being. Theodora Rebecca Wildcroft: One small thing - the image is called Sheela Na Gig - Sky Goddesses was the name of the series. Oluwatoyin Vincent Adepoju: Odu : Those possibilities of being she embodies are symbolised by the vertical symbols. Thanks. Will change the Sheela Na Gig name in the attribution. Theodora Rebecca Wildcroft: Cool. Very inter-cultural. You know where the Sheela Na Gigs come from? Oluwatoyin Vincent Adepoju: Odu : The symbols are themselves related with as divinatory and magical forms. Sheela Na Gigs : England? Church architecture? Theodora Rebecca Wildcroft : Yes. Oluwatoyin Vincent Adepoju: Thanks. Theodora Rebecca Wildcroft : Ireland too. No-one really knows why. They seem very unChristian. Oluwatoyin Vincent Adepoju : And very powerful. Theodora Rebecca Wildcroft : Whatever reason for their installation, people have been touching them for luck and fertility for hundreds of years. Oluwatoyin Vincent Adepoju : Wow. Theodora Rebecca Wildcroft : I love them because for me it shows that this kind of sensibility to older forces is innate - it bubbles up through whatever imperial or cultural colonialism is imposed upon it. I think its important to honour that my ancestors were fairy-loving, superstitious,magic-believing, and still good Christian folk. Oluwatoyin Vincent Adepoju: Wow! Can I quote you on this? Theodora Rebecca Wildcroft : Sure. My grandparent’s community was a small town in the Peak District. They went to chapel everySunday, but they also went walking the land - a lot. And every Whitsunday, the whole community would dress up fine and do the Whit Walk - up to the peaks overAndover and home again. They dress the wells and springs every summer with flowers too round there... Oluwatoyin VincentAdepoju: Wonderful. I will quote all this. Priceless. Thank you very much. Theodora Rebecca Wildcroft : All my mothers family are from the Peaks.They lived on the land and then they came down into the mines, and factories.My mother still has the walking stick my great-grandfather used to check the pit props were sound. I think, perhaps, there are stories to be shared between the ordinary folk of this land and those who suffered under colonial rule elsewhere - of surviving, of great change, of work houses and pits and finding the ways to stay in touch with the land and the spirits of place even in the darkest of times. Dont you think? Oluwatoyin Vincent Adepoju: Of course. I will quote every word of yours both in the book and in the Facebook posts. and link them to an African theologian making a similar point. Theodora Rebecca Wildcroft : Bless you. I look forward to reading it all. What more may there be to say? Has she not said it all? The sand on which our several ancestors walked on the womb of the earth that feeds us all, the sand carrying ancestral memory in harmony with the vibrations of the earth mother, the grains of soil on which diviners inscribed, communing with the consciousness of her on whom we revolve in space, the earthen crystals that are now the dust on the opon ifa on which initiates of the inscrutable inscribe the manifestations of she, in memory of the fundamental balance that enables us be on this globe, poised in space, pierced by cosmic force. Sisters, speak to us in your language, bathe us in cunt juice, baptise our heads in its hot flow, let ori awaken, catalyse the spark at head cone...enfold me...let me disappear into your cunt..emerge reborn...
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 13:57:19 +0000
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