Beautiful heart honey to hear it like this. I’ve read the story of the dragons to many women, sometimes when we are in a circle or when a friend is curled up in bed with me and I always cry reading those last words “ may they swallow you whole and make you theirs again, keepers of that oldest justice: Hers.”
I felt those words as the water here in WNC swelled and swallowed up roads & trees & animals of all kinds. Like the hurricane was a dragon stirring & reckoning with our insanity. In the dark hours of this birthing portal, we need stories and words like yours - thank you for sharing them.
When I read this in the book several years ago, I shook. My body had a personal earthquake, resonating with the power of this story. I've recently shared the book with a dear friend and without telling her my story, she shared a similar experience. Shook by the power of it. I'm thrilled to see this is recorded! Thank you for your courageous work in the world, Sylvia. Always grateful for your words and wisdom.
Erin, bless you. Gosh, I'm so honored to read this. I think the book was my own personal earthquake too--everything in my life changed right after I gathered the stories together for it and published it. xo
Also: perhaps the Pythia or Hiereia are coming back. In a few corners. I know I'm a broken record about this, but on Facebook I've become assertive about friending every lady Episcopal priest there is, as I'm a member of that religious organization and yes in due time we will be up to 50/50 female/male balance, which has been a long and arduous process, but in case anybody thinks there isn't a group of Christians who takes feminine prophecy and feminine power seriously, well us Episcopalians do. More so than I originally intended, that Divine Feminine voice has become central to my own Christianity that roared into the core of my existence in my 30s; I grew up not going to church so this has been a slow process of my own volition.
Imagine strong Christian leadership and it's a bunch of sexually active women, some with white hair and many who have birthed children, and something ancient feels like it's being reconciled. Not sure entirely what it all means. But it feels darn good. I know some lady priests, I like them. I feel like women have an ocean open to God, men can be stagnant and scared ships sometimes.... it's why we need that ocean. God is basically the infinite, and the Jesus and Magdalene path is one route to the infinite, and I've found in it an understanding of Sacred Balance that really works once the Feminine is allowed to come back.
Sophia is alive and present in some corners. Oracles are returning just in time.
Wow, what an epic story Sylvia. All kinds of connections here....
I am contemplating the collapse of civic democracy, and I am contemplating that maybe that is a good thing. Lord almighty it is so rational, so soulless, so lacking in intimacy and tenderness and vulnerability- when has anybody seen politicians in our current system be vulnerable or cry on stage, and it's seen as a good thing? When has anybody seen politicians hug each other, or give each other the Kiss of Peace as the early Christians did?
I had the audacity recently to tell my excellent diocesan Bishop of the Episcopal Church that I thought the United States would collapse between 2060 and 2080. It feels like a normal life cycle shift..... and I sense the patriarchal fear of what could happen on the other side of collapse. The assumption that it will be a sort of Lord of the Flies or Mad Max dystopia on the other side, because nature is red in tooth and claw and people are fundamentally self interested, cynical and violent, and so I very much taste an immense amount of clinging to the systems of control that define our age: civic democracy, religious structures, economic structures, the military industrial complex.
I notice it especially amongst white people, and white men most of all. Just tonight I had a long, half drunk dialogue with a pretty erudite white guy at a bar who seemed pretty clingy to the United States as a sort of "perfect" democracy that has lasted longer than anywhere else. I don't think I've ever had a conversation with a woman I respect where they treat a political structure like a God. Only with men. In the U.S., mostly with other white men, because I suppose we have a lot of pride that we invented these forms in Greece and Rome and we give it up- then what is left?
Your ancient memory of these matrilineal societies, where life was balanced and the Feminine was honored along with a true Regenerative Masculinity, it is a Narrow Gate that gives me hope. Your work Sylvia has been a lodestar for me throughout the years as it's felt that the worst sorts of boys with their awful toys are suffocating the world. A neo-Roman Empire with nuclear weapons, and somehow we are supposed to celebrate that heritage with an endless rational argument that feels heartless and a land without tender tears.
I like tender tears. I like boys who go on bear hunts and a Pythia tradition who go to dreaming caves. That sounds like a better civilization than this poor excuse for one. I love and appreciate your medicine of awareness, you are a great prophet. I too feel like I am attempting to offer prophecy- from a masculine perspective- and it is often only women who are hearing what it is I am trying to offer. A handful of men are willing to listen to our own dreaming caves. But we are out there, Adams who are listening. I am glad to listen.
Let us all keep dreaming. Let us dream a Tree of Life that we can return to. May it be.
Your reading of The Pythia,” in Our Lady of the Dark Country, brought me to a deep remembering and a full body cry session. Thank you for channeling Her experience and for sharing with us all. Aloha ma.
Beautiful heart honey to hear it like this. I’ve read the story of the dragons to many women, sometimes when we are in a circle or when a friend is curled up in bed with me and I always cry reading those last words “ may they swallow you whole and make you theirs again, keepers of that oldest justice: Hers.”
I felt those words as the water here in WNC swelled and swallowed up roads & trees & animals of all kinds. Like the hurricane was a dragon stirring & reckoning with our insanity. In the dark hours of this birthing portal, we need stories and words like yours - thank you for sharing them.
When I read this in the book several years ago, I shook. My body had a personal earthquake, resonating with the power of this story. I've recently shared the book with a dear friend and without telling her my story, she shared a similar experience. Shook by the power of it. I'm thrilled to see this is recorded! Thank you for your courageous work in the world, Sylvia. Always grateful for your words and wisdom.
Erin, bless you. Gosh, I'm so honored to read this. I think the book was my own personal earthquake too--everything in my life changed right after I gathered the stories together for it and published it. xo
Our Lady of the Dark Country awoke something deep within me when I read it this winter. So grateful for your magical words ✨
that's so wonderful to know, thank you Taylor xx
Also: perhaps the Pythia or Hiereia are coming back. In a few corners. I know I'm a broken record about this, but on Facebook I've become assertive about friending every lady Episcopal priest there is, as I'm a member of that religious organization and yes in due time we will be up to 50/50 female/male balance, which has been a long and arduous process, but in case anybody thinks there isn't a group of Christians who takes feminine prophecy and feminine power seriously, well us Episcopalians do. More so than I originally intended, that Divine Feminine voice has become central to my own Christianity that roared into the core of my existence in my 30s; I grew up not going to church so this has been a slow process of my own volition.
Imagine strong Christian leadership and it's a bunch of sexually active women, some with white hair and many who have birthed children, and something ancient feels like it's being reconciled. Not sure entirely what it all means. But it feels darn good. I know some lady priests, I like them. I feel like women have an ocean open to God, men can be stagnant and scared ships sometimes.... it's why we need that ocean. God is basically the infinite, and the Jesus and Magdalene path is one route to the infinite, and I've found in it an understanding of Sacred Balance that really works once the Feminine is allowed to come back.
Sophia is alive and present in some corners. Oracles are returning just in time.
Wow, what an epic story Sylvia. All kinds of connections here....
I am contemplating the collapse of civic democracy, and I am contemplating that maybe that is a good thing. Lord almighty it is so rational, so soulless, so lacking in intimacy and tenderness and vulnerability- when has anybody seen politicians in our current system be vulnerable or cry on stage, and it's seen as a good thing? When has anybody seen politicians hug each other, or give each other the Kiss of Peace as the early Christians did?
I had the audacity recently to tell my excellent diocesan Bishop of the Episcopal Church that I thought the United States would collapse between 2060 and 2080. It feels like a normal life cycle shift..... and I sense the patriarchal fear of what could happen on the other side of collapse. The assumption that it will be a sort of Lord of the Flies or Mad Max dystopia on the other side, because nature is red in tooth and claw and people are fundamentally self interested, cynical and violent, and so I very much taste an immense amount of clinging to the systems of control that define our age: civic democracy, religious structures, economic structures, the military industrial complex.
I notice it especially amongst white people, and white men most of all. Just tonight I had a long, half drunk dialogue with a pretty erudite white guy at a bar who seemed pretty clingy to the United States as a sort of "perfect" democracy that has lasted longer than anywhere else. I don't think I've ever had a conversation with a woman I respect where they treat a political structure like a God. Only with men. In the U.S., mostly with other white men, because I suppose we have a lot of pride that we invented these forms in Greece and Rome and we give it up- then what is left?
Your ancient memory of these matrilineal societies, where life was balanced and the Feminine was honored along with a true Regenerative Masculinity, it is a Narrow Gate that gives me hope. Your work Sylvia has been a lodestar for me throughout the years as it's felt that the worst sorts of boys with their awful toys are suffocating the world. A neo-Roman Empire with nuclear weapons, and somehow we are supposed to celebrate that heritage with an endless rational argument that feels heartless and a land without tender tears.
I like tender tears. I like boys who go on bear hunts and a Pythia tradition who go to dreaming caves. That sounds like a better civilization than this poor excuse for one. I love and appreciate your medicine of awareness, you are a great prophet. I too feel like I am attempting to offer prophecy- from a masculine perspective- and it is often only women who are hearing what it is I am trying to offer. A handful of men are willing to listen to our own dreaming caves. But we are out there, Adams who are listening. I am glad to listen.
Let us all keep dreaming. Let us dream a Tree of Life that we can return to. May it be.
Your reading of The Pythia,” in Our Lady of the Dark Country, brought me to a deep remembering and a full body cry session. Thank you for channeling Her experience and for sharing with us all. Aloha ma.