Simply Call Me: The Great Mother
Mother, has awoken, teeming rage flows out; she is gaining back her purloined strength.
Arising in majesty, power, and glory, she has much to say:
As she speaks, darkness is repelled; she speaks from waters so sweet, rebirth of life and vitality are leading the way.
I will not be your slave; however, you can bow to me!
You will never be the god that is supreme that you pretend to be!
You have only existed since 1208 BC.
Little god, don’t you realize my clan has existed since the dawn of the universe?
Yet you posture and pose like you created time.
You feign like the creation of life was your idea, taking credit for the foundation that was laid before you were a speculation in mankind’s mind.
You possess no womb nor a birth canal, you sham of a Mawu-Lisa.
How do you explain this existence of humanity?
They, the mortals, were here before your deriving was ever formed.
You claimed they are all created in your image, but you were imagined with attributes stolen from my clan.
You cannot bring life nor nurse the babe once it was born.
Your perverted concept of unity corrupts the oils,
Warping the once marvelous incense to a stench of decay left in the wake of your machinations.
You wield this glorious artifact as a weapon that spreads death and despair.
Your depraved horde shepherds in an era of desolation and barren land, leaving demise in their wake.
Guess what, child? I won’t be your slave, no matter what you try.
You stole my worshippers and left me to die.
I fell into a deep sleep while seeing my children’s demise.
Without incense or praise, I starved until I faded from this mortal plane.
No, child, I shall not be your slave.
You can call me goddess, or I shall allow you to refer to me as your queen.
I am now awake, and my children all despise you.
I birth these mortals that you once called obscene.
The earth is my body from which their flesh is born.
When they die, and not embalmed, they return to me so I can birth them into a new form.
One who masquerades like you provide shelter and support;
What you really provide is neglect masked as a striving for perfection.
You only take the ones that survive your petty competitions;
They imagine that their reward will be a place in your counterfeit Valhalla.
The evil charlatan that you are, mutated my children into minions of perdition.
As I am constantly in labor bringing forth new life,
Waiting around the corner, you are planning where you will bring strife.
You roam the earth seeking to turn my children into your spawn,
Changing my precious daughter prosperity into your charge of destitution.
Through your jealousy and lies, you weave all manners of deceit for those who are weak.
They, my children, forget who mother is
They are drawn to a deceitful web of silk spun on a crown of thorns
Meant to imprison their mind and poison their soul.
No, Fraud, I shall never bow my knee, recognizing the horrid ways my children now serve thee.
We are Primordial Ancestors, don’t you see,
We were the hands through wich the universe was formed,
We created all that you choose to deform.
My golden child sensuality, I birth into terra to provide my children access to their divinity.
You shifted my erotic bestowal of two bodies becoming one, channeling passion and creation into your minion depravity;
he desecrates all his debased hands come in contact with.
Coitus was the elixir for consenting adults, mutual beneficial for welfare and health.
Gift of the Goddess for pleasure not destruction
immortality of life was the secret loot for thee, all wrapped up in your genetic code.
When two bodies become one, they unlock the a secret player they mold.
This passionate gift I provided is a fastener connecting mortals to the creation gift of the divine.
As they worship me through interconnected with each other,
Seeing the traits of the Goddess in each other as they explore.
I now weep for my daughters and I weep for my sons
I weep for the mortals, for all the pain my corrupt son sensuality has caused,
What I meant for good, the sacred gift providing mortals access to the divine.
YOU, you malicious child of gods, have plundered the essence of sexuality. you left him marred, and left him debauched. YOU, left him crazed out of his mind.
I am unsure if I can restore, he. He is damaged beyond is gifting for humanity.
When timing aligns, the gifting of creation activates as a soul of the third joins the party.
I fashioned a sphere where my creations’ lives are abundant with the joy and all that they hold dear.
No, you deceiver of men, I shall not be your slave.
I am one of the original Godheads
You buried us and sought our destruction. you venomous spider
We are awake; NO! We are not dead.
We see your future, and destruction is at its end.
Your propensity brings evil to all that is good, twisted Ubuntu into madness:
“Oh, my children! you were meant to speak to me directly; the desire to look like others allowed you to let the vamp in.
This man you let in was a demi-god with heinous preoccupations; you gave up community by believing his falsities.
Now you are left with the shame of Ukuzisola, another child of mine has fallen to his deceptions.
There are many marvelous treasure troves for you my children to discover.
Some gifts are for the flesh, others for their minds unlocking levels of their souls, a solo quest for them to uncover.
Other gifts need friends; they will journey on a quest of some sorts. Others will take a village, a community, a colony of cohorts.
There was so much to learn, to gain, to thwart. Living life to the fullest and not oppressed under the sword. The age of abuse is almost done.”
The sun is rising and the blessing are raining the age of Aquarius is here, little boy, your time is waning.
You, child, your time is coming to an end.
The Goddess Has Spoken, A New Age Is Here.
However these are just my thoughts,
Estella Writes
© 2024 Shanté Nixon. All rights reserved
Want to Connect? Paetron:: TikTok:: Estella Creates:: LinkTree:: Amazon Storefront
Hey Fam,
If you enjoyed or received some kind value 🎁 from this article🎭, please share claps 👏🏾with us and join the conversation🗣️ by commenting! I want to hear from you🫵🏾!!
Disclaimer: As an Amazon Associate, I earn from qualifying purchases.
Resources and Sources
“wr mwt: This comes from the ancient Egyptian language, often referred to in its historical context as the language of Kemet. “wr” means “great,” and “mwt” means “mother.” The ancient Egyptian language evolved through several stages over millennia, including Old Egyptian, Middle Egyptian, Late Egyptian, Demotic, and finally Coptic.
Mama Mkubwa: This is in Swahili, a Bantu language widely spoken in East Africa. Swahili is an official language in Kenya, Tanzania, and Uganda, and is used as a lingua franca in much of the East African community. “Mama Mkubwa” translates to “Great Mother” in English.
Tanit: The name Tanit is associated with a Carthaginian and Berber goddess. The linguistic origins of her name are tied to the Semitic languages, specifically the Punic language spoken in ancient Carthage (located in modern-day Tunisia). Tanit was revered in the wider Western Mediterranean, including by the Berber (Amazigh) people, where her worship was assimilated into their own religious practices.
Umama Omkhulu: This phrase is from Zulu, one of the Bantu languages spoken in South Africa. Zulu is one of South Africa’s eleven official languages and is the most widely spoken first language in the country. “Umama Omkhulu” translates to “Great Mother” in English.”
“Ubuntu” also implies a happy life through community, suggesting that our happiness and fulfillment are deeply interconnected with the well-being of others around us.
“Ukuzisola” regret for selfish actions
When God Was a Woman
When God Was a Woman [Stone, Merlin] on Amazon.com. *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. When God Was a Woman
The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth
Amazon.com: The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth: 9780062507914: Sjoo, Monica, Mor…
Women Who Run with the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
Amazon.com: Women Who Run with the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype (Audible Audio Edition)…
God Is a Black Woman
Amazon.com: God Is a Black Woman (Audible Audio Edition): Christena Cleveland, Robin Eller, HarperAudio: Audible Books…
African Goddess Initiation: Sacred Rituals for Self-Love, Prosperity, and Joy
Amazon.com: African Goddess Initiation: Sacred Rituals for Self-Love, Prosperity, and Joy (Audible Audio Edition)…
Kemetic Spirituality: The Buried Secrets to Spiritual Evolution, the Forgotten Principles of an…
Amazon.com: Kemetic Spirituality: The Buried Secrets to Spiritual Evolution, the Forgotten Principles of an Elevated…
The Orishas Seven Powers of the Yoruba Religion
Amazon.com: The Orishas Seven Powers of the Yoruba Religion (Audible Audio Edition): Mambo Dantor, Tomer Braff…
The Fall and Rise, of (some) Women
“Gentlemen — it has fallen to my lot, in accordance with an old established custom, to inaugurate the academic session…
Misogyny — Wikipedia
Misogyny () is hatred of, contempt for, or prejudice against women or girls. It is a form of sexism that can keep women…
Review: The Origin of Patriarchy on JSTOR
Gail Omvedt, The Origin of Patriarchy, Economic and Political Weekly, Vol. 22, №44 (Oct. 31, 1987), pp. WS70-WS72
Egyptian hieroglyphs — Wikipedia
Egyptian hieroglyphs (, ) were the formal writing system used in Ancient Egypt for writing the Egyptian language…
The age of Aquarius influence on each Zodiac sign — Times of India
Zodiacs & Astrology News: The article discusses the impact of the Aquarian Air Era on each zodiac sign. It emphasizes…
Why the Azande warriors of North Central Africa chose boys as wives in the 1800s - Face2Face Africa
Former Zimbabwean leader Robert Mugabe once described homosexuality as "un-African" and a "white disease." Other…
https://scholar.google.com/schhp?hl=en&as_sdt=0,41