I promised the Goddess Diega I would jot some things down tonight, so here goes.
Those who were lucky enough to be there at the very start, the very end, and certain parts in the middle had a profound, interesting, challenging, entertaining, vexing, awkward, hilarious night getting to know one another.
The four who sought to embody the Goddess that night were two cis males and two cis females, none of whom were partnered but all of whom were close in more vital ways than sexual.
It unfolded naturally as I handed one man a book and he read a passage, prose, poem or perhaps it might be seen as a spell. The other man was raised by witches and long sought to escape that sort of thing when young, but he remained close in the other room, quietly as it was read aloud.
Afterward a small feast began, along with one of my favored social constructs, passing a smoking pipe full of marijuana (outdoors and not for all).
Diega then hopped back in their chariot, as so often is the case, to retrieve yet another Goddess from afar.
While he was away another Goddess showed up, Francesca Gentille, a mentor of mine and educator mentor many. She arrived dressed in great finery and I felt a little bad that there had been so many last minute cancellations and no shows. Oh well. We ran into my room and started thumbing through the wardrobe. Quick change and we were off to take photos in the house my beloved husband Bob Waldron left to me when he died in February of 2019 (more: Bob Waldron Memorial Site)
After Diego was 2nd or 3rd generation Chinese and what a pistol. There was much witty banter, discussion about the possibility of after life, a conscious creator, mainstream religion and other sorts of oppressive organizations that profess to honor women while doing the total opposite. There were a few of us fist pumping that night for the “Femocracy” and decrying the patriarchy, pope and judeochristian dogma in general.
The quiet Goddess we’ll call Christina was a tad envious of Diega’s companion for the night. She learned about what it meant to ask for what you want. Ney DEMAND IT! Quite different than the quiet, servile Chinese women of yore.
Goddess Christina asked me, “Where does Diega find these amazing creatures?!”. We giggled and began to play host which was easy, as we had were married before and did so a fair amount in Oakland CA (they were my 2nd husband then, and still grandpa. More on them later).
I was flattered that our new convert to the ways of what? Amazon women? I don’t know. It’s still evolving but it’s a place where women are revered and simply need to be, and receive the worship, adoration and blessing men would like to bestow upon them. Doesn’t sound like a bad deal now does it?
Our next service is Friday Nov. 15 2019 7pm-10pm at my place in Rodeo CA. Email for details:
Fetlife event link: https://fetlife.com/events/853173
Yes it is church but when I host it does not feel formal, but rather fun and provocative. At times sacred. Often humorous. Always profound…
Your donations will make this endeavor possible so please give generously.
Feel free to bring beverage or food to share and gifts for the goddesses like chocolate, flowers etc.
What to expect? An opening reading of an inspirational passage. Possibly a prayer. And a closing circle that is intended to send us along with love in our hearts. In between you’ll have a chance to touch and kiss the feet of several Goddesses, including myself and one T grrl so far. Room for 2 or 3 more Goddesses at this time.
What else? Lively debates are my favorite. And mentoring females in how to enjoy “being queen for a day”. Come join us and talk about why that’s important to you and the human race here on Earth
My account of our first meeting is below.
Goddess Justine aka Badd Gramma