Once upon a time, not so long ago, there was a young woman with a toddling child, who went off to the mythical land of Berkeley California, all the way from her homeland of the Great South Land called Australia. She went with her husband, who was going there to study theology. She of course was not going to study, though she loved the study of such deep things. She was mindful of her duties to the home and child and could not imagine what use it would be for her to have such a degree: and they did not really have the means to waste on such an enterprise. She would read the books along with her husband, discuss with him, even help him write his thesis … all out of her passion for it, but not for her own piece of paper.
But other women there told her that things need not be this way, that she had the ability and maybe even the responsibility, to learn and study – for credit – for her own piece of paper. She decided to apply for a scholarship, and it was granted. She timidly began her own course of study, and to let her child go more often to his father and other good caretakers. She began to write her own papers and to think for herself.
And then across her path came another married couple; really a man and his wife, who had a child for every year of her marriage. The man knew that he was “a man of God”, and that his wife knew her place. He pointed out that this studious young woman with toddling child obviously did not know hers. The young hera (which she was though she didn’t know it yet), being naive and defenceless at this point allowed this reproach to upset her: she cried in anger and indignation in front of the man and his wife, for which she was reproached further.
That night, in her dreams, the Divine came to her and ministered, in the form of four Goddesses. She had never seen such women before, even in her dreams. They were strong women with long flowing gowns and long flowing hair. They were pointing at this man and laughing. They were laughing so hard that they held themselves and rocked and swayed.
Our dreamer awoke empowered, able to shake off her weakness and walk on. And so she has.
(Meet Mago Contributor) Glenys Livingstone, Ph.D.
This is lovely. I had a dream once, back in the mid 90’s, were i was in a walkdown tavern, sitting at the bar when 3 black women walked in and sat down close to me. They were beautiful and differing ages and as i glanced at them they smiled so i shyly but politely smiled back. “Don’t you remember us” they asked. “Well you look a bit familiar” I replied . Then they got up and came over to me. Laid me back on the stools and proceeded to lovingly tickle me all over. I was giggling profusely begging them to stop. So much love they had. Then they gave me messages and gifts for several women i knew at the time. I recall that one gift was a walnut.
Leana what Grace! and indeed a Goddess epiphany imo (and a Triple Dark Goddess!)
so glad you enjoyed Duann
How incredibly lovely and powerful!
Ha Glenys, how true is this the story of so many women who were forced to listen to others’ voices which tried to drown out their own silent knowing. It is brilliant how She emerges in us and manfests in our lives, letting us be much more than we once envisaged we could be in our earlier years. Bev
so nice to hear from you here Bev … yes certainly many of us thankfully have become so much more than we envisaged in earlier days! Blessed Be …