November 19, 2002
Awakened Woman's Circle is working for peace
from the goddess
by Stephanie Hiller
Sitting in Vigil
You will remember my sisters that this is the crone's time of the year, and we crones are sitting in circle, taking a look at the state of the world.
It could hardly be worse.
The starving people in Sudan, Ethiopia, and Afghanistan are the living bones that are left of a civilization of greed and willful violation of the earth and her resources, the domination of one another, and countless wars.
This war will bring that monster to his knees.
She will fight him all over the world no matter how many forms he picks up and how much he multiplies himself. That's what happened long ago when Kali saved the existence from the demon Mahishasur.
We, the women, the goddesses, are her handmaidens. And we are sitting in vigil.
We are bearing witness to the destruction.
In Washington DC a woman's vigil began across from the White House. At the coldest time of the year, as the government stands on the brink of war, these women will fast and pray for a better world.
We don't need this war. But the men want us to have it. Will they succeed?
Without the war, which promises to be global in impact if localized in the entire spread of Africa into the Middle East and through Asia to India and China, we can certainly expect to hear the angels sing as foretold so long ago by Isaiah and later in the Book of Revelations. These are the stories of the three embattled religions in the current drama. But we must read between the lines.
This is the story of the banishment from the Garden of Eden, and all that ensued. It's not a cheerful story. One light appears for a time in the gathering darkness, and that is Christ. But he was crucified.
Revelations foretold the end of that era of ignorance, of vast churches raised upon the bones of that slim messiah, or domination over brown skinned peoples, torture of women, blood and suffering. It is ending now. Whether with guns or with butter, that is the choice that faces the species. For now.
We have little time, a month or two, before this insane government goes to war, to make our wishes known, to do whatever we can to prevent this war.
Let us speak our truths, now, sitting in vigil, in the gathering darkness, with our families coming together around us. Let us call in now the dakini to share our autumnal feast. Let us prepare the offering, the food for Kali's dakini. She is hungry to speed up the process/ We can give her our garbage and shit.
And she will emerge triumphant in rainbow colored light.
May her harvest, and ours, be satisfactory, whilst the tin man collapses. Diaynu! Let it suffice us. (Passover refrain) Enough pain and suffering!
Let this be known as The War That Never Took Place.
Love, Stephanie