Hathor again? When will I be done with her? Probably never. Does anyone remember the happy times under wiser than us? Women ruled us, wiser than males, more courageous. Everyone today has forgotten their long dynasty. Including women.
Here are some of the Former Goddesses, those who were able to resist the wave of patriarchy. Goddesses are found in the least contaminated countries. The least progressive countries. Those countries that do not have a virile cult of the strong man. The funny thing is that originally, fighting virility was incarnated… by women, precisely!
Eroticism and mysticism were in Egypt two sides of the same coin; what is above is like what is below. (source) J.L. Bernard, Aux origines de l’Egypte
If Hathor cannot satisfy the fleshly desire she arouses herself, she will send a very real substitute to fulfill it, as this eloquent prayer shows:
“I adore the Golden, I praise her majesty, I celebrate the mistress of heaven, I sing the praises of Hathor and the glory of the sovereign lady. As I was imploring her, she heard my prayer and sent me a mistress.” (source)verses of Hathor, quoted by Jean-Louis Bernard and Siegfried Schott
It could not be clearer. Hathor is the one who awakens through sexuality, or rather by mastering the sexual impulse.
Christianity has hardly deepened this aspect in the sad avatar it serves us.
The Virgin Mary only fucks with archangels. Poor us… and Joseph! All cuckolded except our priests… who are rather pedophiles.
For the Sioux and the great Indian tribes of the Plains of North America, the Goddess Hathor is the White Buffalo Woman. She is Wakan, her person is sacred. For them, every person is sacred wakan and possesses power. Wakan Tanka, the Great Spirit, also translates as Great Mystery or Medicine.
For my part, I think that White Buffalo Woman is the most sacred person. She embodies the original Wakan Tanka, the Great Medicine, the Great Magic. It took macho sexism to dare translate Wakan Tanka by a masculine name.
She made a wonderful gift to the tribes of the great plains. His arrival put an end to the great famine of dry times. The ice age had given way to a terrible drought that lasted several millennia. The game disappeared little by little. The Sacred Woman stretched out her arms, she pushed forth her melodious song. The clouds arrived like night in broad daylight. The rain began to fall for forty days and forty nights, before the bright sun dried up the mud and made the blue grass grow.
The White Bison Woman spread her arms a second time. In a roaring storm, an immense herd of large furry beasts has invaded the infinite plain. The plains people had never known buffalo. Horns to horns, hooves to hooves, for days the buffalo broke loose, encircling the hills where the brave and their families had taken refuge.
The Sioux were delighted by this profusion of fresh meat: they, who had been eating lizards and dry grass for years, could not believe it.
In a rolling thunder, millions of hooves hammered the ground, making the hills vibrate. The bison seemed to have no need of rest. Their backs and massive heads rolled its swell in this sea of foam that drowned the plain. White foam like their white fur. All the bison were as white as the snow of the mountains.
The WakanSacred Woman spoke. “These animals are your most precious possessions. Their flesh is delectable and fortifying, it will give you vigor and health. Their fur is water-repellent on the outside, warm and dry on the inside. It will protect you from the cold and rain.
“You will follow the white bisons in their migration, so that you will not miss game, neither your children nor your children’s children. The strength of your arms will no longer weaken under famines.
“You will live in this paradise until the first brown buffalo comes. When all the buffaloes are brown, white men will come. Beware, they will be wicked and deceitful. Armed with lightning, they will slaughter the bison, until the inexhaustible herd is withered away and disappears.”
The rest of her prophecy was not revealed to me. The White Bison Woman fell silent; I lost her astral trail. Here is what the poor memory of red men has kept from her. The Lakota Sioux remembered her words when she gave them the sacred Chanunpa Pipe:
I give you this Earth, you will walk there with a sacred step. You will walk in perfect balance with Unchi, our Grandmother the Earth. I give you this sacred pipe. With her you will pray for all that lives, for the creatures that walk, that fly, that swim, and that crawl. (source)Archie Fire Lame Deer, Lakota chief
It should be noted that our mother earth is called Unchi in Lakota, and Ki in Sumerian, which denotes a common origin, with all due respect to the cautious linguists.
Unchi, the grandmother Earth, is said this way in all languages. Chi or Ki is the Earth. Un, negation. Un Ki thus translates as the one who is not of the Earth, the Great Goddess from distant stars.
Hathor is Ki (or Ge) the Earth. She has many faces, but her cult is present in all archaic cultures. The Native Americans call her the White Buffalo Woman. The Incas call her Pachamama, the Matronne. Her cult remains lively.
Pachamama Mother Earth, closely related to fertility in the Andean cosmogony, is the earth goddess in some cultures of the former Inca empire. The figure of Pachamama is particularly strong among the Aymara and Quechua peoples. She is a major goddess of the pre-Inca Tiwanaku culture in Bolivia. (source)
Before the stars shine in the sky, Tiwanaku existed.
Pachamama where we find – in addition to the universal root mama, the Mother – the roots pa and cha, also present in Cha(nun)pa, the sacred clay pipe. Clay, as we have seen, is a very special material, a kind of blood plasma of the Earth, closely linked to the creation of humans. The pipe is sacred because it brings together fire and clay, and because its smoke opens us to the divine kingdom.
We can deduce that Pasha means Earth, Clay. Pachamama is thus translated: Mother Earth. Pachamama is the Mother of the American Indians, it’s true. But Hathor is also the Mother of their worst enemies, the cowboys. These “boys of the cow” were unwittingly the worthy sons of the Sacred Cow.
And here she also exists, the reptilian woman, the benefactor. Comes Mélusine la Serpente, fairy daughter of Isis the Arousing. Like Hathor, like Melusine, Isis gives the perfect mind by its sexual power and through lightning, both of which also raise the kundalini. Opposite the most powerful cathedral in France, Notre Dame de Chartres with two black virgins, an old brewery celebrates the cult of the Black Reptilian Goddess Mélusine under the pretty name of Café Serpente.
For the Hebrews, Melusine Isis will become Lilith the initiator, Adam-Ra’s first wife. The serpentine that stands around Ra’s neck. But she is also the Queen of Sheba for Solomon, just like the beloved mystic of Djallal ad-din Rumi, Isis the awakener is desirable spiritually as well as fleshly.
Time traveler, gallant but less green than before,Vert Galant means eternal lover — lost in translation I know the sublime happiness of being loved not by the Goddess but by her noblest avatara. She was the first daughter of the tribe of Noah the Celt.
Mélusine is adorned with legendary rags, to make her unrecognizable and purely imaginary. In the West, the legendary is contemptible. No one takes these children’s tales seriously.
And yet… Legenda in Latin means who deserves to be read. Who remembers anything except Astier? He knows it, which doesn’t stop him from calling his series Kaamelott. Contradictions again! For me, it’s the history of textbooks that I consider to be pure bullshit.
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