Queen Guinevere, the Queen of the May, Gwenhwyfar which is Welsh for ‘White Phantom’, and tells of her ancient roots as radiant fae, fair and and ethereal. She is a magical figure of sovereignty, and her true nature expresses her foundation as the Goddess in whose holy lap sacred kingship is granted- She is one whose nature is aligned with the connection between her heart and her sexuality. She is the potent Flower Maid, with rival suitors who wish to claim her source of power. She is the Grail Queen, embodying the Sacred Land, the Earth Goddess herself, and whoever wins union with her wins the right of sacred rule and stewardship. She is a much misunderstood and often maligned character- for in Guinevere’s mythos we find what happens to female sovereignty of this nature and power when held under the mantle of later religions- her very sacred nature restrained, repressed, dictated, punished. It is only when she is able to flourish in her nature that the land has any chance of flourishing with her.
(Meet Mago Contributor) Nuit Moore.
Guinevere: I am struck by these words: In Guinevere’s mythos we find what happens to female sovereignty of this nature and power when held under the mantle of later religions- her very sacred nature restrained, repressed, dictated, punished. It is only when she is able to flourish in her nature that the land has any chance of flourishing with her.
Yesterday I spent more than an hour exploring a huge and empty Mosque situated just down the road from me… this beautiful structure was situated high on the Mesa with the snow covered Sangre de Christo mountains (Rockies) in the distance – and other mountains stretched in every direction. A deep blue sky… Once inside the enormous structure all light was diffused and entered only from ABOVE – covered in some kind of white material… Each magnificent courtyard was enclosed – stone, tile adobe, star patterns carved into ornate wooden doors – The arched doorways and niches were astonishing to the eye. And yet, my body felt heavy – “de -pressed” in some fundamental way. It wasn’t until I was outside the compound that I realized that what I had experienced was a brutal and mind – body split as I was FORCIBLY separated from Nature’s beauty inside the dead ( to me) structure…. This is a perfect example of how religions force us to make a choice between loving natural beauty and also loving that which is human made.
Why can’t the two exist together in harmony, I wondered.
And how in such a magnificent setting could people separate themselves from their landscape as effectively as this place had?
Then I thought of Notre Dame burning…. “Our Lady” going up in flames – and this during the christian holy week.