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The implications are startling

I've promised to condense the review of My Magpie Fuller's essay called The Great Lawsuit into six pieces. So this will be the final here. But what I want to do is suggest that for those really interested in this material, especially in the esoteric topic of Sacred Feminine, that you go get your fill on the new blog.

Just so this doesn't end too simply though I'll deduce by way of bullets, the conclusion of this series.

• Margaret Fuller wrote in a time that was barbaric and primitive compared to the "collective consciousness" of today
• Still, she spoke from an elevated viewpoint
• On the surface the material seemed to be about feminism and rights of women
• I contend that something else lies below the surface of her words
• A male centric religion pervades the landscape of human myth
• The spirit which seems to inform the planet looks a whole lot more feminine than male

Now, what you'll see from this point forward, for those brave souls who will join us over in You Talkin Me?, is a new dimension to the story.  I suggest there is a technique to help anyone who is interested in transcending limitations that is ancient and astounding. It is in our bodies but it isn't in our bodies. It requires concentration but you shouldn't concentrate. It will set you free but you'll decide to stay close to the center.

This won't be me making this stuff up. Just me sharing resources. I'll reveal a pass to a new world. Called the Mysterious Female.

Praemonitus!

So what does it all mean?

This will be the easiest of the five posts so far, in the series about Maggie Fuller's essay The Great Lawsuit. Today is December 26, 2010, the day after a shining day of remembrance in an unusually dramatic unfolding of consciousness. I'm not sure I've ever been as positive that I have all the information I need to make the right choices. This morning it occurred to me that I still need a little "bolstering" when it comes to making the exact right choice and that at this point I feel as if I will resist the right choice often because of my weakness of flesh. But the important thing is that I've decided to accept reinforcement by that capacity which stands by me always in the face of whichever decision I make.

Sex is certainly part of this thing. And we are certainly animals. Stripped of everything, we'll get cold when temperatures fall and hungry when we haven't eaten. The spark which torches everything that burns in us doesn't allow us any rest from protecting it. We'll do about anything to stay alive. And the males seem to have a second flame which drives reproduction. Add that all together and there is no wonder wars are what comes of all that.

But here is the beauty. The happy little trees in the picture. We've evolved to a point that our cumulative consciousness is taking over. Ha! I laugh with a thunder that can shake the universe! WE IS IT.

When I wonder aloud whether the human species will survive, it is just a small boy in a huge playground, pushing his truck through the sand. Squirrels and skunk are watching with full armor. Somewhere the boy's mother holds him safely in her protection, just as a hen sits on her eggs. Will Gaia do less?

And even if we humans draw the final straw so the last piece of ice falls into rising oceans or the last cheetah dies or a shrinking top soil no longer supports fruits or vegetables or some new stinking fuel raises the stakes of insanity of so called "religious" wars, truly fought over love of money--surely that spark which fires the torch of all life will burn in some new undiscovered breast of being.

And it will be by this power of Mother that we'll learn to take care of all our sisters and homies alike. Good Will Toward Men...and WoMEN. Peace

The Great Lawsuit by Margaret Fuller

This is the fourth piece in what shall be six parts. If you've come fresh to the blog, you may want to read the previous other three short articles which have lead to this. But I'll try to write it as a review which can stand on its own. The problem is that Margaret Fuller's depth is extreme. And the "juice" of her commentary is thick with tree sap which could stop a freight train if it were gathered as a wall. Yes, the essence of the treatise is a nectar, but the energy which pushed it to the surface is powered by a sense of urgency. That momentum has a tendency to detract from the delicate nuance which is embedded in "folds" of the sauce. I've seen other cooks do the same thing, not allowing the original flavor to just permeate the taste buds because technique got in the way.




So I'll lay her words before you and invite you to savor those flavors that your taste buds crave.

Toward the beginning of Maggie Fuller's essay, written in 1843 she refers to the state of human culture with an analogy from Jonathan Swift and his satire Gulliver's Travels.

Such marks have been left by the footsteps of man, whenever he has made his way through the wilderness of men. And whenever the pygmies stepped in one of these, they felt dilate within the breast somewhat that promised larger stature and purer blood. They were tempted to forsake their evil ways, to forsake the side of selfish personal existence, of decrepit skepticism, and covetousness of corruptible possessions. Conviction flowed in upon them. They, too raised the cry; God is living, all is his, and all created beings are brothers, for they are his children. These were the triumphant moments; but as we have said, man slept and selfishness awoke.

Soon after she makes a distinction between three possible ways that "perfection can be sought." The first is intellect, the second is experience and then as to the third way, she says this about the "true" way:

You would not learn through them (she is talking about the first two, intellect and experience), but express through them a higher knowledge. In quietness, yield thy soul to the casual soul.

Any person who has experienced the "off body" sensation of meditation or prayer may resonate with that peaceful little snack. Yes, we can think an issue into the ground and we can learn stuff the hard way by the school of "getting the crap beat out of us." But when a voice from within talks to us, it comes on little lambs feet.

Then she blesses us with a fair prophesy:

Yet something new shall presently be shown of the life of man, for hearts crave it now, if minds do not know how to ask it.

and how shall this take place?

...an improvement in the daughters will best aid the reformation of the sons of this age

and why or what would be the need for this?

everything has been done that inherited depravity could, to hinder the promise of heaven from its fulfillment

but

We should have every arbitrary barrier thrown down. We would have every path laid open to woman as freely as to man. Were this done, and a slight temporary fermentation allowed to subside, we believe that the Divine would ascend into nature to a height unknown in the history of past ages, and nature, thus instructed, would regulate the spheres not only so as to avoid collision, but to bring forth ravishing harmony.

Soon, Maggie explains how she was given a chance. Her father treated her as an equal and afforded her to be educated without any hindrance or suppression. But because of her freedom, she learned to seek a higher wisdom, but not as a religious female but as the "transparent eyeball" which Emerson describes:

This self dependence, which was honored in me, is deprecated as a fault in most women. They are taught to learn their rule from without, not to unfold it from within

She clothes the following with symbolism about a "holy" male child but really she is talking about mankind as a species:

...that woman may not have been born for him alone, but have come from heaven, a commissioned soul, a messenger of truth and love

and a few pages later this biting reality

Ye cannot believe it, men; but the only reason why women ever assume what is more appropriate to you, is because you prevent them from finding out what is fit for themselves.

But remember gentle reader, that she doesn't rebuke men or women because this is purely about rights of either gender but because she wants us to come in direct contact with our true higher self, God--

We are pleased that women should write and speak, if they feel the need of it, from having something to tell; but silence for a hundred years would be as well, if that silence be from divine command, and not from man's tradition

as later she explains the purpose for the female perspective:

...all her thoughts may turn to the centre, and by steadfast contemplation enter into the secret of truth and love, use it for the use of men, instead of a chosen few, and interpret through it all the forms of life

Finally toward the end of the essay, she builds a climax, though a subtle one. She speaks of a "plant-like gentleness," development of energy, and "inward" tendency to

...bring the world more thoroughly and deeply into harmony with her nature

She invites us to be "children of one spirit" and perpetual "learners of the word and doers thereof, not "hearers" only. She praises an unnamed writer in the New York Pathfinder who views woman from the soul and not from society who speaks of feminine nature as the harmonizer of the "vehement elements" who called it "lyrical"--the inspiring and inspired apprehensiveness of her being.

Making comparison of woman to the greek Gods of Muse (song and poetry) and Minerva (wisdom), she says the genius of woman is electrical in movement, intuitive in function and spiritual in tendency. The she continues:

More native to her is it to be the living model of the artist and....more native to inspire and receive the poem than to create it

and the difference between how men and women may react or dwell in these forces?

...modified in her as woman, it flows, it breathes, it sings, rather than deposits soil, or finishes work, and that which is especially feminine flushes in blossom the face of earth, and pervades like air and water all this seeming solid globe, daily renewing and purifying its life.

Where she leads us is to understand that if we were to allow this Divine Feminine to have free reign (though she never uses those words) it would lead to a "harmony with the central soul." Soon you see her use the word "Unity."

Then her crescendo builds:

It is therefore that I would have woman lay aside all thought, such as she habitually cherishes, of being taught and led by men. I would have her, like the Indian girl, dedicate herself to the Sun, the Sun of Truth, and go no where if his beams did not make clear the path. I would have her free from compromise, from complaisance, from helplessness, because I would have her good enough and strong enough to love one and all beings, from the fulness, not the poverty of being.

and

But men do not look at both sides, and women must leave off aksing them and being influenced by them, but retire within themselves, and explore the groundwork of being till they find their peculiar secret.

A full page before the completion of her essay, I think we find her most potent instructions to women and men who will seek the Divine Feminine. She instructs us to:

meditate in virgin loneliness

and then we will have the benefit of "the all-kindly, patient Earth-Spirit."

Religion

This is the third part in a chapter I'm composing about the Divine Feminine. If you've followed the first two installments, you know that after reading and thinking about Margaret Fuller's essay, published in The Dial, entitled The Great Lawsuit, I decided to review her treatise.


Forgive me for taking the long way to getting back to Fuller's essay but I'm trying to let the ocean current take you on this same ride. For us to speed comfortably along on the wave, we must be well aware of the undercurrents.


This is taken from a very interesting website: http://eapi.admu.edu.ph/eapr98/kath2.htm 

Because God as father has become an over literalized metaphor, the symbol of God as mother is eclipsed. The problem lies not in the fact that male metaphors are used for God, but that they are used exclusively and literally. 

Religion means different things to different people if we were to sample definitions. It has become very popular to say, "I'm not religious but I'm SPIRITUAL," or perhaps even more in vogue is the expression that "I identify less with organized religion than with a purely spiritual approach to God and the Universe."


There are several possible root words for religion. The most standard is RELIGO from religare, meaning to bind fast, though Cicero believed the word came from relegere, meaning to read again. I want to propose that it is a combination of both but I'd like to dissect the root words further.


Quick searches almost universally tell us that the Latin LIGO means to tie. But there are other meanings. Unite, fasten, wrap. To "re" wrap or reunite or refasten or to re "tie" our connection to God, seems very different to me than to "Bind Fast." Although when I think about reuniting with God and if I allow myself to think of God as the balancing force of the universe, as the healing power of everything, and not necessarily as a "creator," then I DO want to be bound fast with such a force.


Cicero's definition to read again then will mean what I just described, to re "acquire the word," or rethink my connection. As it turns out I've lived my life wondering about my connection to God so in a sense I'm in a constant state of re "reading," all that has been laid at my feet to help me answer my own question "Who Am I?"


If we follow the etymology of the word religion then we may see the direct link to what I often describe as the point of any practice of spirituality, which is to "commune" with God. To connect, to be connected, to be whole, to have unity, to be the I AM. In this state of blissful communion, we may discover we have powers to be joyful, to heal, to see more clearly, to perceive from a higher vantage point. So really then, we don't have to make a distinction between spirituality and religion, that is if we accept this definition of religion.


But because of the practices of religion and not the meaning behind the religions themselves we have come to think of religion as something else than having a direct connection to God. And it may be those practices themselves which have also distorted our view of who and what God is.


I've promised to keep these posts to short manageable bites. So I'll leave you now with only this much. But I'm encouraged by what I'm finding in religious texts to suggest that they weren't originally written as directories for "boys clubs" and God wasn't originally depicted as a male. Or I should say the texts are open to different translations.

Boys will be boys. God the Mother

This is a complicated story. So ingrained in the human psyche is this issue that one must seek understanding from a place in our minds which supersedes intelligence. To call it an issue is also a mistake. This isn't an issue. It is a matter of evolution. And it is sad to think that we haven't reached a point in evolution in the system we have inherited and contributed to  (obviously--because if we had we wouldn't be here)--to have fully integrated the force we'll tag as yin (feminine, nurturing, energy, as opposed to its opposite-masculine, power-seeking energy).


I believe we have some kind of lopsided paradigm regarding masculine and feminine energy,   There IS some accumulation of excess Yang predominating our culture or at least there is an operating force which has us all in the grip of a troubled world which seems to emanate from some dark stirring power which is violent and not nurturing energy. It is as if we are all victims of a messed up "operating system."


This situation requires that we all spend a little time with it and consider how we can help. For the sake of our children and grand kids, for the sake of the planet, actually for the sake of business and especially small businesses, and for happy families everywhere to include the 90% of the world population that probably has no chance in Hell of seeing these thoughts...it is time for us to seek the Divine Feminine. She will provide the solution for everything. She operates at the deepest roots of our planet if not universe. You don't need to go far to find her. She's inside you. She's inside me. She's easy to spot. Half of us are even more connected to her, because (you--the half I'm speaking of) are female.

HER FAULT, Margaret Fuller

It all started when I happened to read The Great Lawsuit by Margaret Fuller, written in 1843 and published first in the Transcendentalist chronicle, The Dial.

Let me put Margaret Fuller's essay in perspective. When she wrote the essay from her location up around Concord, Massachusettes, half the country still held slaves. The slave trade from Africa had stopped by then, but when Fuller wrote The Great Lawsuit, Thomas Jefferson's legacy of owning slaves and making babies with them (you don't know the story of Sally Hemings?--then after this, go read about it. One of these days I'll write the review for The Hemingses of Monticello) was still fresh. It wouldn't be for another twenty years that it became criminal to hold slaves. I will say this once, and move on. We still hold women as slaves. We still have not learned to fully empower the Mother of all humanity and the planet, let's call her Gaia. 

The era then was sort of an "in between" time. The early modern era had passed and we were in the later modern era. The industrial revolution was taking place, on the heels of the French Revolution. Some would have said it was the Age of Enlightenment or the age of reason. In many ways, the new civilized thinking of that day was enlightened, compared to let's say...the dark ages. 

And there were changes in the midst of many people of the time for women. Great things. I would say that both Sally Hemings and Margaret Fuller were hopeful that things would soon be different, not only in America but all the world, for women.

I will also sneak this in here and be done with it. Fuller, herself, doesn't go in this direction because she didn't even realize how much it has to do with everything. But our male centric religions, which depict God as a man and give very little credence to the significance of other living things besides humans (and yes my lovely readers, we're talking Judaism, Christianity and Islam--all offering up praise to the most high Macho Guru King of the Sky--the Godmeister) are a big part of the problem. I'm not saying to ditch them and let's go get some new Gods (necessarily, though there may be a valid argument there), but we can make a place for the Divine Feminine right smack dab in the middle of those old stodgy religions. That's right--let's stir them up a little and put a face lift on them. Like the Jeez himself said, "I have not come to change a letter of the law." 

Left Over Baggage

Here is some wisdom from the age of enlightenment from one of our most cherished voices of the modern essay, Rousseau:

A woman’s education must therefore be planned in relation to man.  To be pleasing in his sight, to win his respect and love, to train him in childhood, to tend him in manhood, to counsel and console, to make his life pleasant and happy, these are the duties of women for all time and this is what she should be taught while she is young.

And this was even from a few years after Fuller had died, from around 1870, both also written by our more evolved brethren from across the Atlantic:

Beauty has claims for which she fights
At ease with winning arms
The women who want women’s rights
Want mostly, women's charms.' Punch, 1870

‘The best mothers, wives, and managers of households, know little or nothing of sexual indulgences.
Love of home, children, and domestic duties are the only passions they feel.’
William Acton, 1870s

Now all of that nonsense (above to include Rousseau who I like but he too was a victim of this nasty cold we can't seem to get rid of, our inability to connect to the feminine channel of the planet--Gaia) seems to be simply male bigotry and ignorance. I'm just trying to put in perspective what Maggie Fuller was up against when she bravely set down her treatise to help people understand what we're missing by keeping women in chains. 

But there is more. So much more to her essay. It is about energy, love, sexuality, power, yin/yang, how Shiva and Shakti can really get it on, and the future of humanity. By the way, regarding the future of humanity, we are doomed if we don't soon figure this thing out. I'm not exaggerating in the least. Doomed. Like, Adios Humans. Time to go. We the undersigned (meaning the rest of the living planet outside of the Human Race) have decided we've had enough of you and your violent destructive ways. We petition the highest powers of the Universe to remove you from our home. We don't want you around any more. Bye-bye.

Next blog--spotting the Divine Feminine in religion

Divine Feminine

Nestled somewhere in this next group of blogs will be the review of Margaret Fuller's essay named The Great Lawsuit. Originally I set out to merely to discuss the article which she originally published in the transcendentalist periodical, called The Dial but the task grew to include a considerable amount of study and contemplation of a bunch of other material.

Since I've subtitled this site Bite Size Pieces, it would be unfair to the reader to be served a huge banquet as if it were an appetizer. Therefore, each of the forthcoming hors d'oeuvres will have one delicious flavor in common, but shall be designed to not overburden your digestive system.

Since James Lovelock published the Gaia Hypothesis in the early 1970s, it has been a popular hobby by progressive thinkers to hold the planet and the intricate connection of all things in greater esteem. We now widely consider the elements of Yin and Yang as necessary forces to be balanced in nature. And yet, a huge percentage of those same thinkers, perhaps even practitioners of Tai Chi or Yoga, also hold fast to a male centric religion, such as Christianity, Muslim or Judaism.

In these next few blog posts I will suggest that it is our religious heritage which holds us back from our true highest self.  Primarily because our ankles are so solidly entrenched in the concrete of these religions, that we can't fly to the height of our potential.  We have not yet fully embraced the beauty and energy of  the force which will be required to set us free.

This first installment will be especially short and sweet. So I'll leave you now with the most sumptuous flavor our physical senses will ever know. She is the Sacred Feminine. She enters through our heart center and is accessible to all of us, full time. I hope your appetite is whetted.