Artemis Reborn
I still weep for the great goddess in exile, though I know she is rising as we speak.
But how did we come here, to this place and space where her very presence is an abomination in this world?
The path is long and winding and ancient as her name.
The truth is sorrowful, unbelievable, excruciating, and yet she endures largely unknown, unseen, forgotten.
They want to erase her in name and form, make no mistake.
I’ve seen the vision of what they wish to create - rows of artificial wombs where we no longer acknowledge the beauty, the sanctity, and the exquisite fire of the path of the womb.
A world were they no longer recognize the deepest felt wisdom that is born from her very being, and the power to create worlds within worlds, both within and without.
All of this beauty they want to erase.
She is the target that they seek to destroy, to obliterate, to deny, and to extinguish.
But she cannot be extinguished, because she is the very essence of nature itself.
Her breath weaves through us all, and it is through her womb that every human being passes into into this world, though they would have us believe otherwise.
They tried to tell us that to be a woman is to be a man.
Abandon your children to us, they said.
You can have it all, they said.
Don’t listen to their cries, they said.
Let them cry it out alone and put them far far away from you in the middle of the night when they are very small, and let them shreek to themselves until they shut their little hearts down.
Don’t give them too much love, they said.
This could spoil them.
And hide your breasts that give them their most basic sustenance, in fact - don’t nurse them at all.
Use the formula, the perfect poison formula to make them more reasonable, acceptable, pliable to us.
For when an infant does not know his mothers milk, they do not know the nectar of life.
And this is all very purposeful.
Motherhood is by far the single most important and all consuming path in the world.
And yet it remains unseen, diminished, dishonored, belittled, ignored.
Who truly knows the life of a mother in a culture that slaughters her very name?
Who can remember the excruciating threshold of childbirth, where every woman touches death to be reborn again in her name?
The silent work that is done, tirelessly, without break, is never fully honored.
Because she is not fully honored in this world, because they hate her and because they fear her.
And so they pretend she is nothing and no one, they attempt to extinguish her very being in the records of time so that we might forget that her power exists.
But some of us will never forget.
Some of us were born into this world remembering.
Some of us will never erase her name, her form, her being, for she is the only cup that brings life, and her exquisite nature is the very fabric of this world.
And so as I weep for her, and as I protect our children with all that I have, and as I listen to their voices like only a mother can, we sing the song of the great goddess back into this world.
It is an incantation known by every woman, but forsaken by most.
It is a hymn that expresses the highest light, the most potent love, and the most mysterious beauty.
She sacrifices herself so that each of us may know life, and it is by her grace that we endure.
And so I honor her, she who is forgotten and rising, forsaken and reborn, expressing the numinous shape of this world, ceaselessly.
Artemis reborn.