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What would happen if you changed how you “see” God?

Want to find out?

I’m humanist. I believe that there is something divine ‘n mighty about women that should be revered and honoured in every domain of life. And, I believe that there is something divine ‘n mighty about men that should be revered and honoured in every domain of life. It takes all of us to create an awakened world. That said, “active honouring” for women is still out of whack. We are still getting short changed by contemporary culture.

So I am looking to myself to see where it is that I personally do not honour my Feminine, my Shakti, my blood. And it starts with how I “see” God – the answer may be found in the imagery that fills my thoughts when my thoughts are on default. Thanks to eighteen years of Catholic mass and schooling (for which I am mostly grateful, actually,) my brain still defaults to images of a towering white male, literally looking down on me from above. Kind of like Michelangelo’s Big Guy…but more…smiley.

And that’s so…Old Testament. I need the Now Testament!

I know on a cellular level that God is All. Yin + Yang. Shakti + Sheva. Mother + Father. I know she is in the moony candescence of my heart. I know that he is in the arch of my actions. When I refer to God as “He,” I feel weighted. When I name God as “She,” I feel slightly silly.

Good ol’ French Canadian Catholicism has actually done my spirit much good. I cherish my religious roots. I spent much of my childhood pondering being a nun (and a disco dancer – both equally noble pursuits in my eyes.) I converted my doll closet into a Virgin Mary Shrine. I pretended Triscuit crackers were communion wafers. I thought that the true sign of my divinity would be the ability to pray so hard that I sweat blood, (or marry John Travolta.)

My very deep reverence for Christ is fully alive in my contemporary living. As is the practice of Buddhist Tonglen meditation. And the elegance of chaos theory and causal reality, and the odd Pagan ritual beneath a full moon. I quote my astrologer as often as I refer to Scripture. I’ve quilted a Sacred Dramatic paradigm that works for me.

My D-I-Y spirituality inspires and holds me accountable to actualize my potential as a soul and as a citizen. But it’s the questioning of it – not to be confused with doubting – that keeps my heart aflame and my life expanding.

I am asking myself: Is my default imagery of of God serving me? Is that old stodgy dude visual helping me to be all that I can be as a woman, a worshiper of life? So I’m going to see what happens if I put my brain into the Yahweh Rinse Cycle. What will shift or bloom or go bust in my psyche if I very intentionally envision God in female form?

For the next 21 days, including weekends, I’m going to actively re-frame He into She. His Highness into Her Highness. I will look for images that speak to me of God-dess.

Just to see.

And you’re invited to see with me – for yourself, that is. 21 days. I’m looking for stories, images, meditations, prayers, pop tunes – all of it, that celebrate God as Goddess. If you send me cool stuff, I’ll post it as it’s own blog entry. I’ll be reporting on my Goddess Experiment daily, so for Godesses’ sake: Join in!

Om Shanti.
Danielle,
Sacred Dramatic