She Who Lives from the Belly by Jsabel Bilqis

the moving force

Woman sitting on a throne of upright cobras.
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“Great Queen of Queens, issue[r] of a holy womb for righteous divine powers, greater than your own mother, wise and sage[.]” — Enheduanna, Exultation of Inanna

Belly; primordial brain, living messenger, fleshy cauldron of the ethers.

Both psychopomp and ouroboros, there is something deeply enchanting about the viscera of a woman. The ancients knew this. The priestesses knew, too. As moving force, the belly is the faithful and fecund initiator. A woman who lives from this sacred place has an unmatched acuity more luminous than logic. She prays to be taken out of her mind and into her body, over and over again. This is neither naive nor irrational. It is life giving, for the belly — womb — is a sigil, the holy mark of MotherGod, an umbilical cord connecting Her and Her priestess.

The belly speaks in an arcane language that is as old as Life itself. It sees into dimensions beyond this one, with all three of its eyes: feeling [seeing what is in oneself], sensing [seeing what is in another], auguring [seeing what is next], and interacts with such in a deep-seated, unthinking manner. It is with this type of visceral vision that woman divines tickets to new timelines, fragrances of new forms, and frequencies of the fates. To live from the belly is to move more from what you gno and less from what you know. It is acclimating to minute shifts in the elements while holding what is still forming, still coming through. It is noticing the repeating patterns and symbols, sitting with the energy behind the experience, inviting in the images, tasting the textures of sensation and letting them marinate a little longer. It is letting Truth be witnessed as it unfolds according to its own rhythm, not rushing to cheapen the Ineffable into neatly polished summaries. It is being in deep relationship with the realms and dimensions, humbly conversing with the elements of dark energy and dark matter. It is to scry and speak with Great Mother herself.

Yes — to those who do not speak the language, who cannot fathom such a thing that sees with no eyes, and hears with no ears — the belly is a freakish and feared creature. Women of the Belly share good company with another creature equally as feared, equally as freakish, equally in touch: the serpent.

Archetypal twins, both belly and snake are fluent in the mysteries, slithering side by side down the same spiraling path. The infradian woman who is intimately connected with her own heat sees the sacred in much the same way Sister Serpent senses ethereal embers with her infrared vision. She has no hands but stays in touch, a solid grip on the gossiping vibrations of terra as she effortlessly undulates across all terrains. She holds the same sigil, the same gift of clairsentience. She sees, thinks, and lives from the belly, hugging herself to god on the ground, feeling with all her wrinkles. As does woman, she speaks in the mother tongue: the magnetic field.

We are told that the serpent was damned to live from the belly, but Sister Snake was far from condemned, for living from the belly is the very nature of Feminine Eternity. Ancient cultures knew snake as a divine intermediary between human and spirit worlds [just as woman’s belly] and wore their skins as girdles1, talismans designed to help one stay close to what is real.

The one they call Lucifer — Light Bearer — shares a name with Venus.2 Lucifer, the Venusian Serpent, the Wise Sage, is but one fair face of Mother Divine.

Perhaps this is why the Serpent speaks only to Eve, and never Adam.3

REFERENCES

  1. Ancient cultures who revered the snake included the Minoans, the Aztecs, the Greeks, and the Egyptians. Buffy Johnson, Lady of the Beasts, p. 189 ↩︎
  2. In Roman folklore, Lucifer (“light-bringer” in Latin) was the name of the planet Venus https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucifer#:~:text=In Roman folklore%2C Lucifer (“,”dawn-bringer”) ; Old English Lucifer, from Latin, ‘light-bringing, morning star’, from luxluc- ‘light’ + -fer ‘bearing’. ↩︎
  3. Paraphrased sentiment of Buffy Johnson, Lady of the Beasts, p 189 ↩︎

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