Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virile. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched.

Monica Sjoo, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth (via tierdropp)

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Crucially, the idea that the individual pre-exists society, culture or community is patentily absurd - although it is widely held. Every ‘individual’ is born into a community with values, norms, and language. That an individual can be recognised, and function, as ‘an individual’ is a measure of the community’s success in producing individuals. Moreover, what we refer to as an ‘individual’ is an idea generated by our cultural practices and meanings, which are capitalist, and which are built upon the barring of symbolic exchange relations between people.

William Pawlett (via cuttyspot)
girloffireandstorms:

Indulgence of pretend perhaps prelates to origin of pain in pineal pupil. For no way could She of HE know that such abound around and ride a merry-go-round. Total exasperation and riddle of mind that ended up minding myself and surely everyone else has as well. Snaps the rubber band, yet this ball already bounces.

girloffireandstorms:

Indulgence of pretend perhaps prelates to origin of pain in pineal pupil. For no way could She of HE know that such abound around and ride a merry-go-round. Total exasperation and riddle of mind that ended up minding myself and surely everyone else has as well. Snaps the rubber band, yet this ball already bounces.

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whenever i grow plants in this room, i try to make sure they get an even amount of sunlight by alternating the side of the square pot they’re in that faces the window every couple of weeks. i think i might’ve waited too long to rotate these young plants though because when i did so, they drooped dangerously low and the stems seemed ready to fold in half. i felt bad for taking away the supportive surface they’d grown against and clearly relied on so i placed some cups they can lean against in the weakest spots. training wheels for plants. i don’t know what i’m doing.