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CHAPTER TWO
The Awakening Dream

Everywhere at all times in all cultures and races of
which we have record, when the greatest meaning, the highest value of
life man called gods or God needed renewal and increase, the process of
renewal began through a dream.
—
C G. Jung (1)
I reflected often on the dream of the huge phallic iron tower on the surface
of the moon. The Talmud says that a dream not interpreted is like a letter
not read. The best we can do is to read the message coming to us from
the depths of the soul and ponder its meaning. Over many years of pondering,
I realized that this dream was a wake-up call from my soul. But beyond,
its personal message, it seemed to hold a wake-up call for humanity. It
carried a warning of what could happen to our planet—that it could
be rendered as barren and lifeless as the moon. I remembered that one
of the early channeled messages received by my mother had warned that
our planet could become ‘another orphan wandering in space’
if humanity didn’t change course.
My dream
invited me to explore the imbalance between the masculine and feminine
principles in Western civilization and how this imbalance has affected
the lives of every one of us. The more I thought about it, the more I
saw that the phallic iron structure was an image of what human technology
has imposed on nature; it reflected the hubris of the modern mind which
believes it can control and exploit the resources of nature and the planet
for its own ends. It showed the effects of what can happen as human consciousness
becomes cut off from the matrix or depths from which it has emerged—depths
symbolized by the moon, ancient symbol of the Feminine. I began to see
how losing touch with these depths would inevitably affect our values:
how we educate our children; how we practice our science, medicine and
psychology; the conduct of government; the formulation of our aims and
goals; all our relationships with a wider world.
Most
important of all, the loss of connection with the depths influences our
view of reality and the way we live our lives in a personal sense. I began
to understand that many of the problems we now face in the field of relationships
between nations and cultures, as well as between men and women, were created by ideas and beliefs that were formed centuries, even millennia
ago, whose influence has never really been recognized and addressed. I
needed to find out what historical influences had led to the erection
of that iron tower—why it had come into being. I had no idea where
to start but, fortunately, my dreams gave me my direction.
Three
further powerful dreams became the foundation of the second half of my
life. In the first dream, I returned to the landscape of my grandmother’s
house in the South of France:
I
go to the edge of the deep gorge and stand looking down into it and
at the stream rushing through it from the mountains to the sea. Rising
out of the shadowy depths of the gorge I see the shape of an enormous
cobra-like serpent with seven heads. It continues to rise until these
heads, spread out like a great hood, are level with the ledge on which
I am standing. I am so terrified of it that I tremble and cover my eyes.
When I dare to look again I see that the serpent wants to communicate
with me. I signal to it that I am listening. It offers me the choice
between staying where I am or climbing a ladder, which I now become aware
is behind me. With a deep bow of reverence and obeisance, I indicate
that I choose to climb the ladder.
From my travels in the East, I recognized this seven-headed
serpent as an image of the great serpent Mucalinda who had formed a canopy
over the Buddha as he sat in deep meditation prior to the moment of his
awakening. In the many sculptures I had seen in Thailand and elsewhere,
the Buddha was often shown seated on the gigantic coils of a cobra whose
seven hoods fan out behind him in a magnificent gesture of protection
and blessing. Another image I remembered was that of the god Vishnu resting
on the great serpent that personified the waters of the abyss.
This
dream shocked me into awareness of instinct as a primary expression of
the soul. I understood that this serpent personified the power and wisdom
of instinct as well as the power and wisdom of nature. Without actually
seeing this archetypal serpent rising out of the gorge, I don’t
think I would ever have understood instinct as something so overwhelmingly important and
numinous—something that is at the very root of life. Nor would I
have been able to assimilate the fact that it might be the mysterious
medium through which each one of us is connected to all others and to
the life of the planet and, beyond even that, to the life of the cosmos.
Even more than this, it helped me to become aware that this gigantic serpent
personified the instinctive intelligence active and innate within every
aspect of the life we have explored and are currently exploring: active
within the whole evolutionary process on this planet and the archetypal
patterns or fields which give rise to the specific forms and DNA patterning
of different species and, ultimately, to the evolution of consciousness
in our species. In a more personal sense, it represented the profound intelligence
carried in the cells of the body and specifically, the heart. Moreover,
I could clearly see that this instinctive consciousness wanted to communicate
with me and was asking something of me.
Shamanic
cultures would have perfectly understood the apparition of the serpent
in the sense just described, even though they might not have had the words
I have used to describe it. The kind of consciousness they had, described
as participation mystique by Levy-Brühl and others gave them a sense
of kinship with all creation. It was an instinct for relationship and
connection rather than a concept or an idea. People in shamanic cultures
knew that the spirit entities they saw in dream and vision manifest and
express the deepest wisdom of nature. Serpents spoke to them in their
dreams, perhaps warning them of danger or acting as guides to the spirit-world
and instructing them in the healing properties of plants and trees.
I took
this dream as a call to climb the ladder of consciousness, to increase
my understanding of the soul and become aware of the power of instinct
to act as a guide in this work, for it was apparent to me that this great
serpent was an image of instinct. I had never before had such a clear
image of the creative powers of life – a living presence in all
the forms and species of nature – present as well as in the deepest,
most archaic level of my own soul. I could have studied the Jungian literature
on the unconscious for years and never grasped the reality of
this primordial energy if I had not had this dream which offered all that
I needed to know in an image of overwhelming power. Nor would I have been
able to relate Jung’s concept of the collective unconscious to this
image of the innate primordial wisdom of nature. Without actually seeing
this gigantic archetypal serpent rising out of the gorge, I don’t
think I would have understood the instinct as something so powerfully
and overwhelmingly real. It was not an abstract idea that I could investigate
at arm’s length, but an awesome, numinous and living Presence, exactly
as the sculptors of India and Thailand had portrayed it.
In a
second dream a few years later:
I
approach a tower surrounded by a narrow water-filled moat. I cross the
bridge and enter the tower. I find its circular interior filled from
floor to ceiling with wonderful books in white and brown vellum with
gold or red lettering. The tower has two floors. Hesitantly, I go up
to the second by a spiral staircase. At the top of the staircase Marie-Louise
von Franz, one of Jung’s closest colleagues and friends is standing,
extending her hands to me in welcome.
I understood the tower as an image of the totality of the
psyche or soul. Its treasures were being offered to me by a woman who
had been a close colleague of Jung’s and had written many books
on the feminine principle—books that in the course of my analyses
and training, I had read and treasured. I remembered a poem by Rilke which
seemed to offer a commentary on this dream:
I
am circling around God, around the ancient tower,
And
I have been circling for a thousand years,
And
I still don’t know if I am a falcon, or a storm,
Or
a great song. (trans. Robert Bly)
The Awakening Dream
The third dream was the most awesome dream of my life, the true awakener
of my soul:
I
dream that I come round the side of a huge dolmen and enter another
world, an utterly strange and barren landscape. It is lit by the brilliant
radiance of the full moon. I am searching for someone I love and my
longing for him is so great that I have embarked on a journey in search
of him. The landscape is transformed from a desert into field after
field of brilliant green corn. The moonlight is so bright that it is
like daylight and the corn is the colour of an emerald. I float over
this emerald sea for many miles, my bare feet skimming the surface of the corn, until I come to the brow of a low hill and hesitate, wondering
if I should go further. I decide to go on and come down into a valley
on the other side.
Suddenly,
I find that two enormous men have caught me in a gigantic net that stretches
the whole width of the valley and are drawing me into the presence of
something tremendously powerful and numinous. I am frightened, yet at
the same time fascinated. I lie flat on my back on the ground, helplessly
enmeshed in the net and look up, half in terror, half in awe. I see
the figure of a woman towering above me, filling the entire space between
earth and sky. She is naked, with white skin and golden hair and is
very beautiful, like Aphrodite. Yet she is not young, but ageless. In
the centre of her abdomen is an immense revolving wheel that is also
a rose and a labyrinth, like the one I had seen inlaid in the floor
of Chartres Cathedral. Awestruck, I gaze up at her, then down at my
own body which is exactly like hers, only tiny in relation to it. I
too have a revolving wheel but mine is not centred; it is too far to
the left. She does not speak but indicates that I am to centre my wheel,
like hers.
Visionary
dreams like this one cannot be interpreted according to any known system
of belief. They have to be held close to the heart and allowed to live
so that, over many years, they can act as leaven in the soul. In another,
earlier culture I would have worshipped this image as a goddess and perhaps
built a temple or shrine to her, but in today’s world, belief and
worship did not satisfy me. I wanted to reach the relevance of this dream
for the whole of humanity, not just for myself. I needed to know why I
had been given this vision. What was its intention? I felt it best not
to speak of this dream to anyone, not even my husband. But I did tell
my analyst, thinking that she would be able to give me an interpretation
of it. To my surprise she said she did not want to comment on it but to
let it be, explaining that the danger with such dreams is identification
with an archetype and a huge inflation. In time, I would come to understand
it and integrate its meaning with my life.
For
years I wondered who she was. Was she Aphrodite? Demeter? Isis? Was she
an angelic being of some kind? Was she the personification of nature,
of the cosmos? Was this the kind of vision that people in times more open
to visionary experience would have had? I knew that in Hellenistic times,
in the second century AD, an Egyptian man called Apuleius had had a vision
of the goddess Isis, and had recorded the words she spoke to him through
the figure of Lucius, hero of his book, The Golden Ass, saying,
“I am Nature, the Universal Mother, mistress of all the elements,
primordial child of time, sovereign of all things spiritual, queen of
the dead, queen also of the immortals, the single manifestation of all
gods and goddesses that are.”(2)
I also
knew of the famous vision of the philosopher Boethius (AD 480–524)
in which the figure of Divine Wisdom (Sophia) had appeared to him in his
cell in Pavia and comforted him as he awaited his terrible death on the
orders of the barbarian Emperor Theodoric. (3)
Naked
and beautiful, neither young nor old, the goddess who had appeared to
me was too pagan a figure for the Christian Mary, yet she was not like
Aphrodite or any of the Greek goddesses with whom I was familiar. Finally,
I began to question whether she could be a manifestation of the Neo-Platonic
image of the Anima Mundi—the Soul of the World or Soul
of the Cosmos, first mentioned by Plato in the Timaeus and later by Plotinus
in the Enneads. Again and again I returned to wondering about her and
how I was to centre my wheel. What did she want of me by sending me such
a vision? Why was my wheel too far to the left and how could I centre
it? Inspired by her numinous image, I began to explore the images of the
goddess and to develop my thoughts about the feminine principle in general.
As for the net, I knew that in Indian mythology there was a cosmic net connected
with the god Indra but I thought that, in the context of my dream, it
might signify the net of material reality in which I was caught like a
fish. And the two immense male figures holding it might, I thought, represent
the power of the unconscious that was drawing me into the presence of
this cosmic being. Whoever they were, they forced me to look upwards to
my vision, upwards to the cosmos.
The Goddess
Several years later, when I had embarked on a training program to become
a Jungian analyst, I made friends with Jules Cashford, a woman who was
one of a group of men and women in London who also were training to become
analysts with the Association of Jungian Analysts. Instinctively, I felt
drawn to her and, on an impulse one evening, I invited her to come to
supper with me. Initially, she seemed doubtful that she could come, but
she had a dream about a ruined garden that needed to be restored and in
the dream was told to go and see me. She told me about this dream when
we met and we began to discuss the garden as an image of the neglected
garden of the soul as well as the neglected feminine archetype about which
so little was known in our culture. This led to the possibility of our
writing a book together about the goddess—originally the Greek goddesses—as
the primary image of the feminine archetype. But as we worked on the outline
of the book, we realized that we needed to go much further back to the
earliest sacred images of the feminine,back to the Neolithic and even the
Palaeolithic eras, if we were to discover the foundation of the later Egyptian
and Greek goddesses—or even the Virgin Mary. The research for the
book drew us further and further into the origins of the sacred image
of the goddess, opening avenues we had been unable to envisage at the
beginning.
We were
deeply influenced not only by a book called The Great Mother
by a Jungian analyst called Erich Neumann, (4) but
also by a book called Saving the Appearances by an English philosopher
called Owen Barfield. His book divided the evolution of human consciousness
into three phases — (1) Original Participation, (2) Separation and
(3) Final Participation. (5) This division gave
us the tripartite framework for our book. We felt drawn to the earliest
beginnings of culture in order to find the genesis of ideas and symbols
which eventually developed into all the different myths and images through
which people described a numinous reality which transcended their ‘normal’
range of experience. As Jules and I worked together, we realised that
not only were we exploring the history of goddesses and gods, we were
also exploring the evolution or development of human consciousness through
these sacred images. With this new understanding, the larger theme as
well as the title of our book began to clarify.
The Shift from Lunar to Solar Mythology
Another remarkable book called The Roots of Civilization by Alexander
Marshack opened our eyes to the importance of the moon in Palaeolithic
culture and described the earliest lunar notations in Africa, dating to
40,000 BC. (6) When we studied the mythology and
history of earlier Mediterranean and Near-Eastern cultures, we found that
there was a noticeable shift from lunar to solar imagery in Egypt and
Mesopotamia ca. 2000 BC and, some 1500 years later, in Greece. This change
of emphasis in mythology was accompanied by a shift of emphasis from feminine
to masculine deities that finally resulted in the primacy of a single
male deity—the monotheistic transcendent Father God of Judaism,
Christianity and Islam. We realised that this shift had a profound effect
on the development of Western civilization and that it marked a specific
phase in the evolution of human consciousness—Owen Barfield’s
Phase of Separation. We discovered that the imagery of the divine feminine
had been repressed or excluded by the three Abrahamic religions and that
this repression was clearly linked to the shift of emphasis in the image
of deity from a Great Mother to a Great Father.
Gradually,
as with the unfolding of the petals of a rose, Jules and I discovered
that behind the image of the rose stood the figure of Mary, and behind
her that of Sophia or Hokhmah, the Holy Spirit of Wisdom who speaks so
eloquently in the Book of Proverbs, as well as in the Book of Ben Sirach
(Ecclesiasticus) in the Apocrypha. We read the ground-breaking book written
by the American theologian Elaine Pagels which described how the feminine
imagery of God was alive and flourishing in the Gnostic groups of early
Christianity. (7)
Later,
we read the actual Gnostic texts discovered in 1945 at Nag Hammadi in
Egypt. (8) But, we wondered, did the Gnostic imagery
and mythology associated with the divine feminine appear out of nowhere,
or did they develop from older images of the Bronze Age goddesses of Egypt
and Mesopotamia and, even further back, from the Great Mother of the Neolithic
era?
The Lost Images of the Feminine
For many years we felt like archaeologists painstakingly uncovering a
long-buried mosaic, gathering together fragments of an image and a mythology
buried beneath the cultural deposits of thousands of years and many different
cultures. At first we couldn’t see the picture clearly. We simply
felt attracted to different images and ideas. The researches of Jung and
Erich Neumann had already brought together many of the lost images of
the feminine archetype. However, the extraordinary research of the archaeologist,
Marija Gimbutas, whose earliest book was published in 1974, identified
many new images of the goddess from an unknown and remarkable European
civilization that she called the Civilization of Old Europe and dated
to the seventh millennium BC. (9) We were drawn
as well to the magisterial work of the mythologist Joseph Campbell and
to that of the historian of culture, Mircea Eliade, both of whom enlarged
our understanding of mythology and its influence on the formation and
growth of civilization. (10) As the pieces of this
mosaic began to fit together, a theme of great beauty and complexity slowly
revealed itself to us, but also a story of the loss, repression and distortion
of a priceless legacy from the past. As we fitted the fragments of images
and texts together, this process of discovery became immensely exciting,
even numinous to us.
We wanted
to find the earliest images which were of supreme importance to humanity.
When, with the help of Joseph Campbell’s book, The Way of the
Animal Powers we found the image of the
Palaeolithic Great Mother scattered across an immense territory stretching
from the Pyrenees in the West to Lake Baikal in the East, we knew we had
found our beginning. (11) As we traced the evolution and many transformations
of this image from 25,000 BC to the present day, we began to understand
that this feminine image in its many forms stood for a totally different
perspective on life, one that has been lost, buried, hidden for millennia.
In the course of our research, we discovered such surprising similarities
and parallels in the goddess myths of apparently unrelated eras and cultures
that we concluded that there had been a continuous transmission of images
throughout some twenty-five thousand years or even longer (see note 11).
This
continuity was so striking that we felt entitled to talk of ‘the
Myth of the Goddess,’ since the underlying vision expressed in all
the variety of goddess images was constant: the vision of the whole of
life as a living unity. More specifically, we realized that the image
of the Mother Goddess inspired and focused a perception of the universe
as an organic, sacred and indivisible whole in which humanity, the earth
and all life on earth participated as ‘her children’. Everything
was woven together in one cosmic web: all orders of manifest and unmanifest
life were related, because all shared in the sanctity of the original
source. In our modern secular culture, this mythic image of the indivisible
unity of earth and cosmos had vanished from sight. It was clear to me
by this time that the idea of the whole cosmos as an entity with consciousness
or soul in which all life participates derives directly from the image
of the Great Mother.
What
had happened to the image of the goddess? Why and when did it begin to
disappear, and how could we understand the implications of this loss?
Since mythic images are part of a great meta-narrative which implicitly
governs a culture, what did this tell us about a particular culture—such
as our modern Western one—that either did not have, or did not acknowledge
a mythic image of the divine feminine? It began to seem no coincidence
that our modern secular culture is one that has, above all others, desacralized
and exploited nature. The earth is no longer experienced as a living and
sacred entity as in earlier times. The earth is no longer a ‘Thou’
but an ‘it’. We can abuse, desecrate and pollute it without
any feeling of responsibility, regret or guilt. And, we realized, we were
living in a time when the whole body of the earth is threatened by one
species — our own — in a way unique in the history of the
planet.
It soon
became clear to us that, from Babylonian mythology onwards (ca. 2000 BC),
the goddess became almost exclusively associated with nature as a chaotic
force to be mastered, whereas the god assumed the role of creating or
ordering nature from a ‘place’ that was outside or beyond
it. Although sometimes defined as omnipresent, spirit gradually came to
be defined as something beyond the world, something remote, transcendent,
beyond nature and beyond ourselves. Moreover, it was defined as male and
paternal. Everything that the image of the Great Mother once embraced
in earlier cultures—in Neolithic communities and the Bronze Age
civilizations of the Mediterranean area, the Middle-East, India and China—was
lost, and with it the vital sense of participation in the cosmic life
of an invisible entity imagined as a containing, connecting maternal being.
The Separation from Nature
Since this separation between nature and spirit and between female and
male deities had not previously existed we felt that it could be viewed
within the context of the evolution of human consciousness, which involved
a progressive withdrawal from a sense of participation in the life of
nature. While this had resulted in an increasing autonomy for human consciousness,
it had also resulted in a growing sense of separation from the natural
world and the conviction that man had the right to master and control
nature for his own benefit. Hence the belief, enshrined in the Book of
Genesis, that man has been given ‘dominion’ over nature. (Gen.
2) In The Myth of the Goddess, we summed up this primary change
of consciousness: “If the relation to nature as the Mother is one
of identity, and the relation to nature from the Father is one of dissociation,
then the movement from Mother to Father symbolizes an ever-increasing
separation from a state of containment in nature, experienced no longer
as nurturing to life but as stifling to growth.”(12)
As our
collaboration deepened, Jules and I became ‘one mind with two outlets’
as I once jokingly referred to our relationship. Often we telephoned each
other to report on a significant detail we had found, only to discover
that the other had come across that very same idea or piece of evidence
at almost the same time on the same day. One particular instance stood
out: on the same day we had each found out that the Greeks had a beautiful
image to describe how the individual soul, which they called bios,
hangs from the great necklace of Being, which they called Zoë.
Almost simultaneously, we tried to telephone each other to communicate
our excitement at this discovery.
What
we discovered through our researches was a revelation to us—the
continuity of the image and mythology of the goddess through many centuries
and civilizations. We felt we were reassembling the pieces of a dismembered
corpse that could be brought back to life, rather as Isis, in the great
Bronze Age Egyptian myth, had gathered the scattered fragments of the
body of Osiris and restored him to life. What the goddess had done for
the masculine archetype, we were doing for the feminine one. We realised
that the goddess personified a vision of life that had been lost—the
vision of a living, intelligent, conscious cosmos in which all aspects of life were related to each other.
A Lost Vision of Reality
As we worked, we felt supported by something — almost by Someone — beyond
either of us. Like other women who were simultaneously discovering what
had been lost, we felt the urgency of the need to tell the story of the
neglected goddess and to explain why she had been allowed so little place
in patriarchal culture. We wanted to know why and when nature had been
so emptied of spirit that a great split had developed between them; why the
feminine dimension of the divine was missing in the Christian image of
God; why in the patriarchal religions, deity had been formulated in the
image of a Father rather than a Mother and a Father and finally, why the
Holy Spirit, the third aspect of the Trinity in Christian doctrine had
been defined as male when, in the magnificent passages in the Apocrypha,
it was obvious that a female voice is speaking as the Holy Spirit of Wisdom.
We felt it was imperative to discover the reasons why something so vitally important
to the balance of Western civilization as a whole had been lost. Most
important of all, we felt that the image of the goddess carried a vision
of reality that needed to be recovered; a vision that had been neglected
or overridden for centuries and that had once connected us
not only with the life of the earth but with the life of the cosmos.
Why
did we feel that this quest for the lost feminine dimension of the divine
was so important? Because we felt that it might offer an explanation of
how our present culture had come to regard nature as something that could
be rapaciously exploited and manipulated to the advantage of our human
species without any awareness of the effect this attitude had on the balance
of life or on the organism of planetary life. It would also help us to
understand the roots of woman’s long subjugation, why her voice
had been effectively written out of the history of Western and indeed,
world civilization, why she had suffered so much oppression in patriarchal
culture for so many centuries. We had absolutely no idea when we started
of the chain of misogynistic ideas which had developed from the description
of Eve’s role in the Biblical Myth of the Fall and from the influential
legacy of the writings of Plato as well as those of the early Christian
Fathers.
Ten
years of research and writing led ultimately to the publication in 1991
of The Myth of the Goddess: Evolution of an Image. The book had
taken us so long to write because we were at first training to be, then
working as analysts and had little time or energy to spare. It led to
the creation of a deep and lasting friendship between us, as if we had
been drawn to each other to do this work which neither one of us could
have accomplished on our own. We were determined that our book should
include the images of the goddesses as well as her many myths and stories
and gathered 450 illustrations, insisting that our publisher should place
them in the context of the specific text that described them. Happily,
this was agreed.
The
Myth of the Goddess tells the story of how, over a period of some
20,000 years, the image of the deity gradually changed from goddess to
god, and how the god came to be identified with spirit and mind, and the
goddess with nature, matter and body. The image of the goddess was feared
and rejected and with it women and every aspect of life that had been
identified with the feminine, including, most importantly, the soul, nature
and matter. As the feminine principle, personified by the goddess, came
to be rejected or downgraded in relation to the masculine one, personified
by the god, so spirit and nature were sundered. As this divisive process
intensified, conscious mind and instinctive soul, head and heart, became
increasingly polarized in human consciousness, leading ultimately to the
spiritual, political and ecological crisis of the present time.
We felt
that our book had a message for our time because it showed how the loss
of the feminine dimension of the divine had led to the triple loss of
respect for nature, matter and woman, and how the ecological crisis of
our times could be directly traced to the denigration of the feminine
in the philosophy, theology and mythology of the last four millennia.
In the third section of the book, we focused on the image of the sacred
marriage of spirit and nature—asking that what had been separated
over the course of these millennia be reunited.
The Insights of Other Women
While we had been working on our book, other women in America and Canada
were following similar lines of research, publishing the fruits of their
quest to discover what had happened to the goddess, what the cultures
over which she presided were like and what meaning and significance her
image held for modern woman. Many books began to appear, the most important
perhaps being Elaine Pagel’s book The Gnostic Gospels
(13) and Riane Eisler’s The Chalice and the
Blade. (14) While Pagel’s book recovered the
lost Christian images of the Feminine that had been honoured in the early
Gnostic communities and miraculously restored through the discoveries
made at Nag Hammadi in Egypt, Eisler’s book, published shortly before
ours, was a formidable indictment of patriarchal culture and an endorsement
of the need for a change in consciousness. Some of the writers, like Pagels
and Rosemary Ruether, were theologians. Others, like Jean Shinoda Bolen
and Marion Woodman, were Jungian analysts. The image of the Black Madonna
held a numinous meaning for some of them, particularly for Woodman, working
as an analyst in Toronto. While I mention here the books of a few individual
women, there were many other books that I read with deep interest and
gratitude because each, in its own way, strengthened and confirmed my
own quest for a deeper understanding of the Feminine. Sylvia Brinton Perera’s
Descent to the Goddess, published in 1981, stressed the need
for modern woman to make the descent into the underworld of the soul,
there to experience and redeem the powerful instinctual feelings
that had been denied expression for so many centuries in a patriarchal
culture. In the introduction to her book she wrote these memorable words:
The return to the goddess, for renewal in a feminine
source-ground and spirit, is a vitally important aspect of modern woman’s
quest for wholeness. We women who have succeeded in the world are usually
“daughters of the father” – that is, well adapted
to a masculine-oriented society – and have repudiated our own
full feminine instincts and energy patterns, just as the culture has
maimed or derogated most of them. We need to return to and redeem what
the patriarchy has often seen only as a dangerous threat and called
terrible mother, dragon, or witch...This inner connection is an initiation
essential for most modern women in the Western world; without it we
are not whole. This process requires both a sacrifice of our identity
as spiritual daughters of the patriarchy and a descent into the spirit
of the goddess, because so much of the power and passion of the feminine
has been dormant in the underworld — in exile for five thousand
years. (15)
Turning towards the World
While I felt this movement to restore the feminine was very important,
my attention also was drawn to what was happening in the world and to
awareness of the suffering of people caught up in the conflict developing
in the former Yugoslavia in 1992. Deeply distressed by the helpless suffering
of these people, I wrote a book for children, basing it on the theme of
The Conference of the Birds, a poetic Sufi text by the twelfth
century Persian mystic, Farid ud-Din Attar. I had always loved this story
and, although the original was written for those who were treading a spiritual
path, it seemed possible to retell it for modern children and to place
it in the context of the need for a fundamental change in our relationship
with the earth if we were ever to grow beyond the conflicts that were
devastating so many people’s lives, and to become aware of ourselves
as inhabitants of the planet, rather than of a particular national, religious
or ethnic group. This would offer a new image of spirituality. The book
was published in 1993 with the title The Birds Who Flew Beyond Time.
Then,
I was drawn in another direction through a close friendship with Andrew
Harvey whose books I greatly admired. (16) We were
asked by an English publisher (Godsfield Press) to write two books together:
The Mystic Vision (1995) and The Divine Feminine (1996).
Once again, I found myself immersed in material I had known and loved
many years ago, returning to the mystical literature of Hinduism, Buddhism,
Taoism and Sufism that I had encountered on my two journeys to the East
but adding to it the experience of the Christian mystics. Together, we
selected passages from the mystical traditions of all cultures, including
some of the sayings of the shamanic Indigenous Peoples, such as the American
Indians and the Kogis living in the remote mountains of Columbia.
I steeped
myself in these writings, my own thoughts clarifying as I struggled to
articulate the essence of what the mystics have tried to communicate to
us. Their message, I felt, could be summed up in these words:
The mystics and sages of all times and cultures have
tried to reveal to us what they have discovered: that we are in the
Divine Ground like a fish in the sea, or a bird in the air, and have
tried to help us dissolve the illusion of our separate existence so
that we would experience ourselves here and now, in this dimension,
as what we truly are—Divine Being.
The Divine Feminine
The second book (The Divine Feminine) took me deep into the sacred
literature and imagery of the feminine aspect of the divine in different
religious traditions. Although I had learned a great deal in the research
for The Myth of the Goddess, it seemed as if I was now asked to broaden
my research to include other cultures. I began to understand the feminine
archetype or principle in a deeper sense, no longer as the goddess alone
but as what the goddess personified: an immense matrix or web of hidden
relationships through which spirit and nature, the invisible and the visible
dimensions of the life of the cosmos, were connected with each other.
I began to see that something absolutely vital had been lost in religious
teaching: the concept of the cosmic dimension of soul as an unrecognised
order of reality which binds together all aspects of life, both visible
and invisible. I also saw that this disastrous loss in the sphere of religion
had been transmitted to science which did not recognize the unity and
interconnectedness of the aspects of life it was exploring, let alone
their sacredness.
In 1995,
while researching material for The Divine Feminine, I had another dream
which at first seemed unremarkable,
I
am driving to a College in Oxford University to hear a performance of
Monteverdi’s Vespers of the Blessed Virgin. On the back seat of
the car there is a battered old-fashioned brown leather suitcase—the
kind that years ago used to be called a ‘revelation suitcase’
because it could expand to a greater capacity than was at first apparent.
Although I wrote it down, I didn’t pay much attention
to this premonitory dream. However, shortly afterwards, while writing
a chapter on the image of the Shekinah in the Jewish mystical tradition
of Kabbalah, I suddenly understood who the goddess of my vision was. She
personified what the kabbalists named the feminine face of God, the wisdom
and glory and radiant immanence of the divine ground concealed beneath
and within the forms of life. The Shekinah literally means the ‘Presence
of God in the world’. Then I remembered the dream about the battered
‘revelation’ suitcase on the back seat of my car. Although
I had written about the Shekinah in The Myth of the Goddess,
drawing on the insights of the great Jewish scholar, Gershom Scholem,
I had not really grasped the full implications of what she stood for.
Now I realized in a flash of illumination that the Shekinah offers the
most complete image of the feminine aspect of spirit to have survived
from the ancient past. She restores the missing connective cosmology of
the soul that the three major patriarchal religions, in their repudiation
of a feminine dimension of the divine, had lost. I began to sense that
the feminine being who had revealed herself to me in such powerful imagery
personified the soul as a cosmic entity as well as an invisible dimension
of reality. I experienced this realization as a revelation. It was like
discovering water in the desert. So many fragments of knowledge, so many
sacred texts from many cultures, began to fall into place and, in spite
of all the research I had done for The Myth of the Goddess, I
began to look much more deeply into the relationship between the image
of the goddess and the idea of cosmic soul.
The wider, cosmic meaning of the word ‘soul’ became intensely
real, intensely alive. With a sense of shock, I understood why, from this
new perspective, life is utterly sacred. I realized that the image of
the Shekinah personifies the gossamer-fine web or field of relationships
that is the invisible ground of all that we call life. Science may study
the different aspects of this web of life under different headings such
as cosmology, biology and micro-physics, but an image like the Shekinah
unifies this diversity and, above all, invites relationship with it as
something that is alive, conscious and present as the very ground of our
own consciousness. While the image of the Virgin Mary has to some extent
played this role for millions of Catholic and Orthodox Christians over
the centuries, she was not an aspect of the god-head and could never,
therefore, represent the innate divinity and interconnectedness of life.
Nor could she represent the hidden dimension of the cosmic web of life
or the sacredness of nature. Now I understood why the great Indian sage,
Sri Aurobindo, had written in his masterwork, The Life Divine:
“If it be true, that Spirit is involved in Matter and apparent Nature
is secret God, then the manifestation of the divine in himself and the
realization of God within and without are the highest and most legitimate
aim possible to man upon earth.”(17)
Then
I remembered a beautiful passage from a Hasidic rabbi, Rabbi Nachman of
Bratslav, that I had found while compiling The Mystic Vision:
“As the hand held before the eye conceals the greatest mountain,
so the little earthly life hides from the glance the enormous lights and
mysteries of which the world is full. And he who can draw it away from
before his eyes as one draws away a hand, beholds the great shining of
the inner worlds.”(18)
I knew now
that my visionary dream as well as my long quest to hold on to the memory
of the earliest channeled messages had led me to the discovery of the
unrecognized divinity of life on this planet, as well as to the existence
of an invisible world or dimension of reality in which all life participated,
a cosmos of relationships, a magnificent, awe-inspiring web of life.
The
discovery of the image of the Shekinah was so deeply meaningful —
a revelation even — because here, clear as crystal, was the lost
feminine imagery of God as well as the Holy Spirit. Because the tradition
of Kabbalah makes the association between the feminine aspect of the god-head,
Divine Wisdom and the Holy Spirit, it showed me how Christianity, in its
definition of the Holy Spirit as the Third Person of a male Trinity, had
lost the ancient and connective mythology of spirit as a great web of
life and, most importantly, the recognition that the divine is present
in every blade of grass, every cell of our bodies, that it is every blade of grass, every cell of our bodies. This understanding, so
intrinsic a part of the teaching of the Vedic seers of India as well as
those of Kabbalah, is what we have lost and what we need to recover now.
Soul and Spirit as the Divine Ground
I felt as if I were being given a glimpse of the great shining of the
inner worlds, worlds normally veiled from our sight. I knew I was rediscovering
something that seemed familiar to me, something intensely exciting which
offered the metaphysical counterpart of the most advanced scientific discoveries
of our time. In the form of this powerful and numinous image, I was given
an explanation of why, in Blake’s words, “Everything That
Lives Is Holy.” I understood that the mystical tradition of Kabbalah
offers us one of the major missing links between the participatory experience
of the great lunar cultures of the Bronze Age and our own age, whose
difference I will explore in later chapters. What we have lost and what
this extraordinary tradition has preserved for us is the image of a sacred
earth as well as an unseen web of relationships connecting the life of
our planet with the life of the cosmos. It was clear to me that our own
soul, our own consciousness, belongs to this greater life as child to
parent: son to father or daughter to mother. My image of the soul spun
one hundred and eighty degrees as I realized that the soul is not in us.
We are in the soul.
But
more than this: we are of the nature and substance of soul, the nature
and substance of spirit. It seemed to me that spirit and soul are not
really different in kind or substance but two names or two aspects, one
masculine, one feminine, of the same invisible dimension that is the ground,
root or source of the physical world, whose life infuses, animates and
sustains the whole cosmos. This life is not only innate in every atom
of our being but we are participants in its life, however unconscious of this
fact we may be. Suddenly, the soul became intensely real, intensely alive
to me. I experienced the feminine being I had seen in my dream as a living
presence with whom I could communicate, to whom I could relate. Lying
at her feet, gazing up at her, I realized that I was microcosm in relation
to her as macrocosm.
I understood
then that the tremendous being of my dream was indeed she whom Plato and
Plotinus in their concept of psuche tou cosmou and Anima
Mundi had named the soul of the cosmos or soul of the world. It was
she who had appeared in Hellenistic times to Apuleius in Egypt as the
goddess Isis, and in later Christian times as Sophia or Divine Wisdom
to the philosopher Boethius, as we had described it in The Myth of
the Goddess (pp. 634–5). Awaiting his death, he had written
his famous Consolation of Philosophy, immortalizing the words she had
spoken to him, words that, centuries later, were to inspire Charlemagne.
(19) This same figure of the World or Cosmic Soul
can be identified with the voice of Divine Wisdom and the Holy Spirit,
who speaks so eloquently in the Book of Proverbs and the Wisdom Books
of the Apocrypha as well as in the Gnostic texts discovered at
Nag Hammadi in Egypt in 1945. I wondered if it was this feminine cosmic
presence “fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an
army of banners” who speaks in The Song of Songs saying, “I
am black but beautiful O ye daughters of Jerusalem…I am the Rose
of Sharon and the Lily of the Valleys.” (2:1). To me, the imagery
of the Shekinah offered a startlingly complete description of the Soul
of the Cosmos.
Notes:
1. Jung, C. G. CW14 (1963) Mysterium Coniunctionis, Routledge and Kegan Paul Ltd., London, par. 488
2. Apuleius (1950) The Golden Ass, Penguin Books Ltd.
3. Boethius (1969) The Consolation of Philosophy, trs. E.V. Watts, Penguin Books Ltd.
4. Neumann, Erich (1955), The Great Mother, An Analysis of the Archetype, Pantheon Books Inc., New York
5. Barfield, Owen (1988) Saving the Appearances, A Study in Idolatry, Second Edition, the Wesleyan University Press, Middletown, Conn. USA.
6. Marshack, Alexander (1972) The Roots of Civilization, Weidenfeld & Nicolson Ltd., London
7. Pagels, Elaine (1980) The Gnostic Gospels, Weidenfeld and Nicholson Ltd., London
8. Nag Hammadi Library (1977) ed. James M. Robinson, E.J. Brill, Leiden
9. Gimbutas, Marija (1974) The Goddesses and Gods of Old Europe, 6500–3500 BC, Thames and Hudson Ltd., London
(1989) The Language of the Goddess, Harper & Row, San Francisco.
An exhibition called The Civilization of Old Europe (2010) in New York, Zurich and Oxford has shown many of the magnificent artefacts that Gimbutas described, which have survived from 5000-3500 BC and are now housed in the museums of Romania and Bulgaria.
10. Campbell, Joseph (1958-68) The Masks of God, Vol. 1-1V, Secker & Warburg Ltd., London
11. Campbell (1984) The Way of the Animal Powers, Times Books Ltd., London. In 2008, the tiny figure of a woman was found in a cave in Germany – the oldest known sculpture of a human figure – dated to 35-40,000 BC.
12. Baring, Anne & Cashford, Jules (1993) The Myth of the Goddess: Evolution of an Image Penguin Arkana p. 661
13. Pagels
14. Eisler, Riane (1988) The Chalice and the Blade, Harper & Row, San Francisco
15. Perera, Sylvia Brinton (1981) Descent to the Goddess, Inner City Books, Toronto
16. Harvey, Andrew (1991) Hidden Journey, Bloomsbury Publishing Ltd., London
17. Aurobindo, Sri (1990) The Life Divine, Lotus Light Publications, Wilmot WI, p.4
18. Rabbi Nachman of Bratslav (1981), from Edward Hoffman, The Way of Splendor: Jewish Mysticism and Modern Psychology, Shambala, Boulder, Colorado, p.117
19. Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy
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