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
..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.
She’s arriving into present time. This is the Gift of her deep work.
She has been healing her pain, embracing her shadows, claiming her body & womb Temple, releasing her shame, clearing the victim/opressor, facing her fears, walking out of dishonouring spaces & so much more.
She’s a warrior. She stands steady, anchored inside herself. She’s let go her history. Her cellular memories are cleaned out, and she’s no longer trapped in the past. As she connects to her divine longing & her passion, she deepens her surrender.
Her future is exciting. She’s becoming relaxed about where her life is heading. She’s free & uncluttered & she’s travelling light. Her energy is no longer sucked into the past, or running away into the future.
She feels powerful & abundant. She’s fully present. She’s amazed at how relaxed and alert she can be at the same time. She could easily pass through the eye of a needle.
Author ~Sukhvinder Sircar
Shared with Love 🌀Nicole Sacred Wild Woman Medicine
Amazingly courageous and resilient, true to their purpose, even in the face of their oppressors. They cannot wipe out the dignity and grace from many hearts, as the feminine continues to rise in their glory. They can rape them, torture them, and kill them … but they cannot remove their fortitude, dignity or sense of personal value unless they themselves allow it.
In the spring of 1980 Farruhra Parsa, the Minister of Education before the Islamic Revolution in Iran, was executed. She had fought all her life for women’s rights and remained faithful to herself even after the victory of the Islamic Revolution. The sentence handed down by the new authorities found her guilty of “spreading sin on earth and denying Allah.
“I am a doctor, so I am not afraid of death. Death is only a moment and nothing more. I would rather meet death with open arms than live in shame, being forcibly covered by a veil. I will not kneel before those who expect me to feel remorse for my half-century of struggle for equality between men and women. I am not ready to wear the veil and take a step back in history,” Parsa wrote in a farewell letter to her children.
Keeper of tomorrow’s dreams, Mother of the star-filled night, Show me how to live my truth And bring my dreams to light.
Teach how to use my will, Living the truth I find within, Discovering all the parts of me Where light and shadow blend.
Let me sing the song of future With concern for what will be, Up holding all of nature’s laws For creatures, stones, and trees.
Mother, I see you in the sunset And I hear you in the rain. You teach me inner knowing Through your heart’s sweet refrain.
Setting Sun Woman.
Clan Mother of the Ninth Moon Cycle.
Setting Sun Woman is the Keeper of tomorrow’s goals and dreams. She is the Clan Mother of the ninth Moon Cycle, which falls in September and is connected to the color green. Green is the color of will; Setting Sun Woman shows us how to properly use our wills to insure the abundance of the future. She teaches us that the will to live, the will to survive, the will to be impeccable in preserving the Earth Mother’s resources are paramount parts of our Earth walk.
This Clan Mother teaches us how to live the truth and sits in the West direction of the Medicine Wheel. The West direction is the home of the feminine principle, the Earth Mother, the setting sun and night sky. The abilities we gain from learning the lessons of the West are concern, dependability, nurturing, inner-knowing, achievements, and goals. The West is sometimes called the Looking-within Place because the feminine principle is naturally intuitive and is willing to be receptive.
A poem that I wrote for my beautiful friend, but it fits many of the women that were at our Corn Ceremony last weekend, and many more that I know. We missed you.
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