Hypathia’s philosophy was concerned with the “mystery of being,” contemplation of Reality, rising to elevated states of consciousness, and “union with the divine, her disciples certainly regarded her in the light of a spiritual leader.
At the risk of her own life she refused to be swayed by mindless religious fanatics, and carried on doing what she loved, and that was teaching and pursuing science, mathematics and philosophy as the world around her tore itself apart. She remained true to her beliefs right up to the very end.
Chorus: I am my mother’s savage daughter, the one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones. I am my mother’s savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.
My mother’s child is a savage, She looks for her omens in the colors of stones, In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers, In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.
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My mother’s child dances in darkness, She sings heathen songs by the light of the moon, And watches the stars and renames the planets, And dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
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My mother’s child curses too loud and too often, My mother’s child laughs too hard and too long, And howls at the moon and sleeps in ditches, And clumsily raises her voice in this song.
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Now we all are brought forth out of darkness and water, Brought into this world through blood and through pain, And deep in our bones, the old songs are wakening, So sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
(Chorus x3) We are our mother’s savage daughters, The ones who run barefoot cursing sharp stones. We are our mother’s savage daughters, We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice
“Savage Daughter” is a cover recorded by Sarah Hester Ross of “I Am My Mothers Savage Daughter” written by Karen L Unrein/Wyndreth Berginsdottir c. 1990
If you think an actual HUman Being living an expanded, light filled, love filled life, as Creator intended for them, is a threat to the Universe and all other life … you’re probably worshiping satan.
A story told of long ago Before they knew they were powerful Materials ruled the world They sang sad songs, of how they suffered With narrow eyes, and twice sold lies A victim’s view, from inside a cube My Love
Then all at once, but one by one They heard the call, a simple song saying “When would you like to leave it all behind? You can quit all your sorrow, lose track of time And jump in, surrender, wash it all away Jump in, remember This is our game My Love”
And now the tables have turned, and the scales evened And the illusions are breaking at the seams And the patterns, and problems, and prisons of the past Will be pushed under the table, never meant to Last And we grow in numbers, day by day A familiar smile upon your face My Love
Then all at once, but one by one They heard the call of a simple song Saying, “When would you like to leave it all behind? You can quit all your sorrow, lose track of time and jump in … surrender.
Jump in, surrender, wash it all away Jump in, remember This is our game My Love
..the mystery of Her sacred medicine is the immortal elixir of life. She is the Divine temple of Creation. Her nurturing container of potential births new realities through the dark light. The Sacred Marriage of Spirit & Matter is her Sovereign gift of purity.
Her wild, erotic liberation exudes the fragrance of her flowering sexual awareness, utilizing her sexual channels for the revitalization of optimal health & vitality. Her physical communion with Spirit rouses the dragon energy of enlightenment; full circle in her feminine essence.