On July 19, 2016, this country witnessed what most had thought impossible; the nomination of a bigoted, inarticulate, ignorant, unenlightened, narrow-minded, malignant narcissist to be the President of the United States. Millions around the globe sat, aghast in front of their televisions or computers, trying to comprehend how such a travesty could befall the great nation of the United States.
Through the ensuing months, people worldwide were shocked watching and listening to his pathological preoccupation with himself; marginalizing and demonizing immigrants; threatening women’s rights to choose; strong-arming the world into “paying” for the protection offered by the US, much as a mafia boss would threaten extortion of his victim and encouragement of a totalitarian regime to interfere in our democratic process along with a myriad of offensive ideas spouted through the rambling, incoherent, coarse language of a world-class bully.
Then came the virtual assault on moral decency.
Media released a report on the depths of his arrogance and cruelty on October 8, 2016. That was the day the baseness of the soul of this so-called Presidential candidate was exposed.
Television, radio and internet were plastered with the story and recording of a conversation between the Republican candidate for President and an Access Hollywood host, wherein the candidate bragged about grabbing women by their “pussies, without even asking them.”
That day, a shudder could be felt underfoot.
The Earth Goddess, Gaia awoke and turned her gaze onto the horrifying display of this very, dark masculine. From July 19, 2016 on, Feminine wrath began to stir, then swirl, then swell becoming the tsunami that the world witnessed on January 21, 2017, when an estimated 4.2 million people turned out in 600 US cities and another 307,000 in 200 international cities to march in protest of the election of this man as the 45th President of the United States.
Over 450,000 gathered in Washington, DC to march on the nation’s capitol in The Women’s March on Washington, the day after his inauguration. The crowd was of all genders; professions; ages; colors; religions; sexual preferences; nationalities and political affiliations. It was the collective Feminine gathered in a sea of pink hats representing the most private and sacred of places on the female body, to protest all that the 45th President of the United States stands for and to cry out for equality for people of all.
The morning of the march, we rose early; dawned the color pink; made signs expressing our personal and collective message to the new administration and went to the metro, in hopes of getting to the starting point in time to see the speakers. The numbers were so massive that the mere act of catching the metro turned into a 3-hour wait on the platform as train after train stuffed with excited humans in pink hats, stopped; opened their doors then closed again without squeezing a single one of us in. After finally toggling ourselves into the mass of people on one train, we were barely able to expand our chests to breathe, we made it to our stopping point and poured out in a flowing river of living, breathing, pink, beating hearts. Having made it into the vicinity of the designated gathering area, it became apparent that this wasn’t just a march. This was something enormous, profound, historic and of incredible significance. Merging with this mass of human beings, all gathered for one purpose, of one mind and heart, was like becoming a cell in a multicellular organism. We were together, moving, feeling, expressing as one. Many were so overwhelmed, including myself, that tears flowed freely as we came together with more love and passion for a single cause than one can imagine. The crowd was crushing at times. The schedule was put back at first one hour then two, then three, then four. There was no way to get food or water, no bathrooms, no place to sit. We waited for direction. The speakers were so far off from our nearest vantage point that it was impossible to hear what they were saying, even on the multiple jumbotrons. In spite of the hardships that many had undergone, traveling sometimes thousands of miles to be there, enduring walking and standing for hours without food or water or even bathrooms, not one, not even ONE act of violence was reported.
We loved one another, we respected one another, we marched together, with strangers because no one was a stranger there. Women, men, transgendered, gays, lesbians, all races, all belonged there as we shared one common mindset…we love our country and our freedoms and we will not allow them to be taken from us. We will fight for this country against xenophobia, nationalism and environmental rape. We will not allow this country to be used as a tool by a select few to pad corporate coffers by stealing rights and privileges from the masses.
As I stood shoulder to shoulder with all of those beautiful humans, the power of the feminine pulsed through us. It was a feminine like few of us had ever seen or experienced.
The smell of the Goddess was thick in the air from the dainty color pink to the signs regaling the power of the feminine to the calls for democracy; equality; love; respect and smashing of the patriarchy. She was there in all her glory and iterations.
Terrifying Kali, Hindu Goddess of Destruction danced through the crowds with her belt of skulls, ready to lay to waste those who would trample on the weak or the weak or the marginalized.
Inanna, Sumerian Goddess of Heaven and Earth rose up from the Underworld, transformed, powerful and ready to lead us into the depths of Hades should that be what it takes to win back our country.
The passion and sensuality of Aphrodite washed over us in the symbolism of pussies everywhere, igniting Feminine sexuality.
Artemis, the Huntress and defender of all animals and nymphs, with her true aim trained her arrow on the hearts of those who imperil our freedoms. Demeter joined to fight for the salvation of the children, the innocent, the rivers, fields, oceans and all that springs forth from the Earth.
It was clear that all of the fierce, Goddesses had awakened and were living through the women and men who marched that day. Those who gathered demonstrating their outrage mixed with compassion for those whose freedoms are in peril in a great celebration of Feminine Power, the Archetypes of creativity; nurturing; protection; and wisdom.
Athena, the Great Warrior Goddess whispered, in the ear of warriors as the strategist of battle. She walked among the crowds across the globe, whispering; calling; then shaking the earth with the roar of battle cries. She held up her sword and her olive branch, offering the choice; either live by the olive branch or die by the sword. Evidence of her strategic skills were all around, emanating from one brave woman to whom she had whispered the day of the election and whose voice channeled the message to the world to RISE!
Walking among these Goddesses, it became clear that we are in a new age of the Feminine. She is no longer to be seen only in female embodiment, but in all of us, female, male and transgender as a healed, unified, multifaceted entity that lives through us to bring back the balance that has been missing for so many millennia of distorted, patriarchal rule. She calls on the Masculine to heal. She bids men to bring forth the Feminine within them by fighting for the rights of all people; by demonstrating kindness and love toward the earth, children and animals. Women are stepping into a power that no longer has to resemble the Masculine but can be fully Feminine as the Goddess images amalgamate to form the New, Warrior Goddess. She is at once strong, fierce and terrifying; just; compassionate; sensual; creative; protective and nurturing.
She loves all creatures, even those who revile her. But, make no mistake, she will no longer suffer violations passively. She will not be silenced, for as Jean Shinoda Bolen, PhD says in her book Goddesses in Every Woman,