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The Return of Aphrodite
Under the wave it is
altogether still,
Alive and still, as nourishing as sleep,
Down below conflict, beyond need or will,
where love flows on and yet is there to keep,
As unconstrained as waves that lift and break
And their bright foam neither to give nor take.
Listen to the long rising
curve and stress,
Murmur of ocean that brings us the goddess.
From deep she rises, poised
upon her shell.
Oh, guiltless Aphrodite so long absent !
The green waves part. There is no sound at all
As she advances, tranquil and transparent,
To lay on mortal flesh her sacred mantle.
--- May Sarton
We all know of Aphrodite,
Greek goddess of love. Less known, is that she is
descended from a long lineage -- the primal
goddesses of the Fertile Crescent.
Asherah, Semitic goddess of
the sea, is her immediate predecessor. Worshiped in
Her sacred grove in the land of Canaan long before
the arrival of the Hebrews, the luscious fig of her
sacred tree became the apple from the Tree of
Knowledge that robbed Eve and Adam of their
immortal bliss. (Merlin Stone) Fruit is also a
symbol of Aphrodite, writes Patricia Monaghan in
The Goddess Path, "for she is the goddess
who, drawing bees to flowering branches, creates
the bountiful harvest." Or as Shelley would have
it, she is "the lure of the moth for the star", the
pheromones that attract the male to the female, the
desire that compels us to seek union with another.
Hers is the passion love arouses, the expansion of
the womb to receive the rich wild flow of life that
enters it, the sweet earth swelling pregnant with
rain and ripening compost. She is more than the
"goddess of love" -- she is the great procreative
power, the infatuation with the object of its
desire (itself!), and the wild urge to become one.
She is the Queen of All, and Goddess of the
Sea.
She is thought to be
unruly. Monagan calls her amoral. "In all her myths
Aphrodite is the force of attraction and
connection, of passion and of the juiciest form of
love. Such love can grow and become lasting, but
that's not Aphrodite's concern. Broken hearts?
Ruined Lives? Troy in flames? Not her problem."
When Aphrodite appears, we are flung into the sea
of passion beneath the light of a golden
moon.
Yet Barbara Walker in her
vast Women's Encyclopedia of Myths and
Secrets links Aphrodite with the law that
governs the universe, for "she was once
indistinguishable from the Fates (moirai); her old
name was Moira, and she was said to be older than
Time. She governed the world by ius
naturale, the natural law of the maternal
clan."
Ius naturales is
"the Latin term for the Law of Aphrodite, or of
Juno, or of Demeter: the legal system of the
ancient matriarchate. It was related to 'the
Aphroditean law which permeates matter and causes
it to be fertilized . . ." In the ancient Aryan
pantheon, Brahma is the Creator, and for the same
reason: he is the embodiment of Desire.

As Asherah, she was Goddess
of the oldest continuously-occupied temple in the
world -- Byblos. "Bibles" were named after her city
because the earliest libraries were attached to her
temple. "Kings of Byblos received their mandate
from the Goddess before they could rule," writes
Walker. So the ius naturales is the same
principle which governed the Iroquois, whose chiefs
were chosen by the women elders.
The Great Goddess
travelled, perhaps, as Lucia Birnbaum writes, from
a single source in Africa, or from multiple sources
throughout the southern cultures of the world,
transforming herself, revealing herself in new
aspects, and generating rites of worship and
practice. As She travelled, She was covered up,
like the moon that is waning. Even in the dark of
the moon, She was not gone. She left her final
imprint as the Mother of Jesus who so enraptured
the Indians of the South American Hemisphere that
she became their own Virgen of Guadalupe, firmly
wed with their own ancient Aztec goddess,
Tonantzin.
Aphrodite's temple in
Cyprus later became a sanctuary for the Virgin
Mary, who is "hailed to this day as Panaghia
Aphroditessa, 'All-Holy Aphrodite." But no one has
told the Pope that the Mother of Jesus is none
other than the goddess of passionate
love.
The Greeks, not terribly
fond of real women, celebrated this goddess in
beautiful poetry. Monaghan quotes these lines from
Homer.
The
golden one has left us, gone to her
island,
gone to her temple there, gone to her
shrine
with its incensed altar. She has left us
behind
and closed the door. If we could see her
now
how beautiful she would be? Imagine her
there,
the Graces bathing her&emdash;those lovely
handmaids &endash;
and oiling her with fragrant sweetness,
covering
every curve of her bountiful body with
sacredness
and the green scent of lives, and dressing
her
in filmy silken robes, and roping her
neck
with golden chains, dropping gold from her
ears,
ringing her fingers with gold. She is
laughing.
How our darling loves to laugh! And now
look! she is leaving her temple again,
coming
back to bring us more joyous trouble,
laughing
and laughing, cutting a path right through
the stars.
Aphrodite is sometimes
called the chief Grace -- when we're lucky in love,
so she is.
From her ancient
foremothers, dating back to the Sumerian goddess
Inanna, this immortal goddess presides over the
sacred marriage -- the tantric union which imbues
the flesh with the iridescent energy of spirit. By
the rite of the hieros gamos, which dates
back to the Babylonian goddess Ishtar, kings are
endowed with the power to rule. And if the man does
not please her, off with his head! "The length of a
king's reign was often predetermined, because
people thought the Goddess needed the refreshment
of a new lover at stated intervals."
(Walker)
This death and resurrection
of the son/lover has its origin in the story of
Isis and Osiris. After his brother murdered Osiris,
flinging his parts to the four corners of the
earth, Isis was able to retrieve all the pieces
save one: the penis. She fashioned one out of clay,
and in deep despair made love to the dead god,
conceiving her son Horus. And so, the king is
resurrected -- not unlike the Christ, the Beloved
Groom.
Perhaps it is no wonder
that the Hebrew patriarchs railed against the
rituals of Asherah, and against the "prostitutes"
(actually priestesses) of her temple. The annual
sacrifice of the king could well be the source of
male fear of unrestrained female passion. In any
case, eager to establish a consistent lineage in
which patrimony could be assured, and ever
determined to follow the letter of the Law, the
patriarchs and prophets exhorted their flocks to
seek passion only within the confines of marriage.
When Jezebel, a great queen and devotee of the
goddess, was called the Whore of Babylon, the
Hebrews gave the ancient rites a bad name, one that
has stuck.
Alas, for this distortion
of the sacred practices of the Goddess,
civilization has paid a great price, so that we
labor even today under this revulsion with the
pleasures of the flesh whilst doomed to its
obsessive pursuit -- seeking ecstasy in the
shadows. Male obsession with the unattainable,
impermissible orgasm has produced the caverns of
pornography, the dark alleys of prostitution, the
torments of the marriage bed -- while the Church
maintained the absolutely incorrect and absurd
notion that mind can be elevated above the body,
and made pure. Women have suffered through it
all.
Matrimony never appealed to
Aphrodite. She married Hephaestus but had many love
affairs, the two most notorious ones with Ares and
Adonis, which she flaunted before the august Greek
pantheon. How often she flees the marriage bed can
many attest, leaving a flock of contracts and bills
to cement a union which has lost its
luster.
The "free love" movement of
the 1960s liberated Aphrodite from the yoke of
marital chastity, unfortunately unleashing a wave
of promiscuity which now carries AIDS across the
planet. How easy for the Christian Right to call it
just punishment. But AIDS did not come from God.
According to a new book, The River, it came
from a medical laboratory.
Then how shall we resurrect
the goddess of love? Writes Monaghan,"This is not a
goddess to take lightly: never forget the Trojan
War. Yet she is not necessarily destructive, so
don't hesitate to invoke her when life seems dry or
loveless. Just be prepared to deal with the rush of
feeling and desire she provokes."
Wrote the poet
gladly:
She
has come back, piercing us all
with her sweetness, her power.
Birdsong swells, the antelope leaps
swift mountain streams, the west wind
wraps us in honeyed warmth.
She has returned, our golden one.
She moves laughing through our world
and we follow her, all of us in love,
loving each other, in love with her.
When she returns, it is always summer.
Don't you hear the swallows and cicadas?
Don't you hear the nightingale?
Don't you hear the brooks running silver,
the rivers running darkly to the sea?
Don't you hear the whole world singing
her praises? Everything is singing,
everyone
is in love, because our goddess has come
home.
Homeric Hymn quoted by
Patricia Monaghan in The
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Barbara Walker's
Women's
Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets
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