Blue Goddess
She was born in the time before language—before anything could ever possibly be lost in translation.
She rules the moon and the heartwomb, those twin sanctuaries of shadow that grow gibbous with the pure potential of gestating light.
With time, language was imposed on her, a tongue that emerged in rigid lines rather than all-blossoming being, a language too one-dimensional for her to express.
And so, without a voice, she withdrew to the watery underearth.
In her rootbound nest she lay in wait for a time when her power would again be quickened, when her voice could bloom and be known in its fullness.
Now, as the earth contracts and screams her agony into the oceans, panting for some divine, saltwater mercy, the crowning time has come.
The blue goddess resurges, raw and resplendent in her pulsing power of expression.
Her message is this:
Your tears are the amniotic fluid of a brand new universe.
As you birth it, you will be reborn. As you create it, you will be created. As it suckles at your breast, you will be nourished. As you love it, so will we all be loved.
Reach into your throat and cry yourself alive; you are your own baptism.
Every day, you give birth and are reborn.
To be born is to obliterate everything but love.
Copyright Calee Lucht 2017
My Process:
Series: Second of the Mutable Gods series. New earths need mutable gods: these are the divinities who birth and rebirth themselves, shapeshifting beyond the binary to emerge in their rooted, ecstatic power.
Archetypes: The dark goddesses, Kali, Heket, Hecate, Isis, the triple goddess, the oracle and prophetess.
Inspiration: Multi-dimensional expression, fertility, the womb and the moon, destruction and creation, water wisdom, the leap of the amphibian beyond the binary. Resurgence.
Materials: Amethyst, blue calcite, seed pearls, turquoise, shell, Wissmach stained glass, vitreous, mirrored, and ceramic tiles. Love.
Mutable Gods Series
Brand new universes need new gods.
The desires of our gods create our patterns: physical, material, and otherwise. We need new patterns.
In remnants and relics of ancient civilizations, we see over and over again images, bas-reliefs, and idols of fertility: lovers in ecstatic union, pregnant bellies, vaginas, phalluses, water, fields, seeds, flowers—omnipresent reminders of abundance and fecundity, and our role in its infinite cycle.
What are the daily reminders we see scattered around us today? Pop-up ads, billboards, commercials: reminders of the gods of lack.
New universes—these origami folds of pure potential, cross-pollinations of the new paradigm of pleasure—need new gods.
Who, or what, are these new divine beings? Nothing so one-dimensional as “omnipotent,” that tired myth. Nothing so remote as some pristine, disembodied god. No, nothing untouchable can remain, for everything—everything—is here to be held.
This new paradise calls for sensual, shape-shifting divinities with dirt under their nails. Pleasure creators, magicians who play in the mud, broken beings who shift and shimmer, reflect and refract light and shadow and all their shades, whose cracks flow with liquid-crystal, full-blooded ichor and oceans of murky emotion.
These co-creator gods, shapeshifters all, share one wild, tiny, immutable aspect: their humanity.
Welcome to the new pantheon. What’s the thing that only YOU can create? That’s your r/evolution.
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