Sunday, October 12, 2008

Sunday Scribblings #132 - Living at a different time in history

another world Pictures, Images and Photos

Interesting this week's prompt.  Funny how things come just at the right time.  Personally, there is no time in HIS-story I would prefer living than now.  However,  if the prompt was slightly changed to HER-story...

My Goddess this week has been ISIS who speaks to me of Past Life.   Roots upon this planet so strong and deep that have anchored me in past memories of faraway times.  She tells me of psychic cords that have not been released and karmic his-story that is holding me back from expressing my gifts.   

And my dreams have been so vivid. In my dreams I can smell, taste, see.... places that I have never lived or traveled to in this lifetime.  I wake up drenched in the sweat of another place, another time - sure that it can't be possible.  And yet the steam and color of the cup of tea I drink and the texture of the fabrics I touch and the vividness and scent of the flower I smelled ...

I've had dreams of different lifetimes, places, beings.  Most of my lifetimes I have been a woman, many times a cat, and maybe once or twice a man.  Yet, all these memories have fear and end up in violence and death and psychic embarrassment (and at least one burning at the stake).

Yet, I reMEMBER a time before the fear, at the basis of our civilization, living in a feminine based culture in the Near East (either Turkey or Egypt or Mesopotamia) - where we worshiped the Great Mother and paid homage to Mother Earth.  We lived in peaceful times - in harmony with the Earth and all her creatures.  We learned from the trees and the plants and the patterns of the clouds and the birds.  We were stewardesses of the land and she rewarded us with pomegranates, dates, olives and almonds.  The land yielded cucumbers and melons and leeks and onions.  She provided us with naana (mint) and karkade (hibiscus) for our herbal tisanes and concoctions.

I was a high priestess in these days, engaged in the practice of Magick and the art of healing and medicine.  I practiced deep reverence to the fertile land and was a guardian to the wild animals. I studied and followed the cycles of the Moon.  It was a time of creativity and gathering of wisdom.  We shared stories in commune-ity and danced as we labored to give birth to the future generations.

             mother earth Pictures, Images and Photos

We were healers and weavers and singers.  We harmonized with the Energy of the Earth.  We had no need to conquer and destroy.  We were prosperous and there was enough for all.  We used the resources of Mama Earth with gratitude and awe and enjoyed the blessings of Being.

It was a great time for women and children and men and animals, large and small.  I often dream about those times and wonder when the pendulum will swing back so we can once again taste the nectar of peace.

5 comments:

Marty E. said...

No time like the present people say...

tumblewords said...

Enjoyed reading your post - the nectar of peace has particular appeal at this time. Very nice!

anthonynorth said...

Enjoyed this post. And yes, the feminine did seem to be predominant in pre-historic societies. History is definitely a man thing - so far.
Talking of past lives, I linked to an old post of mine dealing in reincarnation on my post. You might find it interesting.

Stan Ski said...

How different history might be if in fact it was 'her'story.

Beth said...

Beautiful musings about a past that seems so far from our industrialized world. I know at once how vulnerable and connected we must have felt, in those small communities close to nature. And the art work is stunning!