I used to be a feminist who fought for women’s rights. One of those battles involved challenging insurance companies who would not pay for birth control pills even though they paid for abortions. I won the battle and got on my birth contol pills and patches. Later in life, I had a womb full of fibroids, PCOS, HPV, and I was the woman with the issue of blood.
The doctors who put me on the birth control had no viable solutions for my maladies. I did some research and discovered my woes were caused by the birth control I fought for, sex with energetic vampires, and my dietary choices. Ain’t karma a bitch? When you fight for the system, you get system-filled diseases.
Thank goodness for the blood of African and Native American healers flowing through my veins. I knew that going to Source would solve my problems. I was healed by the energetic power of Source flowing through a spirit filled woman, dietary changes, castor oil, and herbs. I no longer prescribe to labels that weren’t meant for me in the first place. I participated in a system that made me sick and was healed by the energy and plants of Source. That’s why I’m not a feminist. I’m a healer.
Have you ever heard of Lilith? She’s an interesting character in the world of religious mythology. I was fascinated with this spirit some call goddess because according to most theologians who are familiar with Kaballah, she was naughty and definitely not nice. As I learned more about this eclectic and neurotic being, I started to see a connection with a scorned woman. Before you stone me, hear me out.
Let’s start with a blend of the biblical and Kaballistic stories. Rumor has it that Eve wasn’t Adam’s first wife. Lilith was Adam’s first wife and some say they were twin flames so you know this relationship was intense. This infamous couple experienced marital issues because Lilith demanded equality and liked to be on top during their sexual encounters. The nerve of her to want to be treated like she should be. When Adam didn’t meet her “demands”, she rolled out, went to the Red Sea, and started a supposedly sordid affair with Satan (you know, the supposed evil being who is blamed for anything not good). God sent three angels to drag Lilith back to her man but she refused to return. I guess Satan’s pimp game was stronger than Adam’s. So for whatever reason, God decided to give Adam a more docile wife, the one we know as Eve. They say Lilith was jealous and tried to get back with Adam but God placed a cherubim at the gate of the garden to prevent her reentry. That’s when all Hell broke loose.
One day, Lilith saw the serpent AKA Satan AKA Lilith’s man seducing Eve and decided to get in on the game. She worked on Eve to convince her that she needed to eat fruit from The Tree of Good and Evil, which was a forbidden tree and encouraged her to have relations with Adam during her menses. By the way, for those who don’t know, these patriarchal God stories demonize a woman while she’s on her period so men weren’t supposed to touch a woman during this time. In fact, they could not even be in her presence. Now we know the truth. They felt that a having sex with a woman during this time gave her ultimate control over a man. So, since Eve was able to convince Adam to get down with the get down while she bled, she was able to control his mind. This is supposed to be the real reason that Adam was gullible enough to disobey God’s commands and eat from the tree with the forbidden fruit. Of course this act caused Adam and Eve to be banned from the Garden of Eden. Wait, wasn’t Lilith banned from the garden, too? How did she get access to Eve? Maybe the myth writers forgot that part.
We won’t worry too much about that because Lilith had issues of her own. She had what they call demon babies. Over 100 of them and Satan was her babies’ daddy. They also say that she was raped. So let’s look at this life she lived. She hated being married. She hated male domination. She wanted to be on top (probably because that’s the only way she could be pleased sexually. Adam’s skills must have been weak). Eve took her man, who she really didn’t want but didn’t want anyone else to have him either. Her new man was spitting game to Eve, too. Dang! This docile chick just won’t go away, will she. I guess most men are a sucka for a woman who they can tell what to do. She’s barred from the Garden of Eden. She had over 100 babies that she probably had to take care of on her own AND another myth says God killed all of her babies eventually. Then to top it all of, some crazy men had the nerve to rape her repeatedly. Can a sista get a break?
These are the blues of a powerful amazing goddess under patriarchal rule. Broken down, busted, and disgusted! All she wanted was to get her groove on the way she liked it and have some say so about her life. Forget watching man-hating Lifetime movies. Read Lilith’s story instead. Lilith was the first woman scorned by patriarchal control in history and she’s left a legacy that goes far beyond what I’m sure she ever imagined. I’d love to hear your take on this. I will warn you that I will delete religious fanatic comments. We don’t need you to save the world on my blog post. Also, I encourage you to learn about Lilith on your own as she does possess some amazing qualities in addition to this tragic story I just shared.
So yes, A Woman Scorned and the Lilith Spirit are One!
Whew! I feel like a mighty weight has been lifted off me!
Last night, I was interacting online with an awesome sista from Philadelphia who like me, is shedding off her religious skin. During our e-conversation, I remembered that I had hundreds of books in the basement that needed to go. I have given many of them away and thrown many of them in the trash yet there were still more. Over the past few years, I could feel their heaviness yet I wasn’t motivated enough to trash them. Probably because I had invested thousands of dollars into this lifestyle and the library was the only thing left to remind me of it.
Well, in the middle of our conversation, I decided to make that move. There’s no need to keep that religious spirit active in my home for a moment longer. I went down to the basement and started boxing up books. Now the picture above this post implies I burned the books. I’m an author AND I believe in freedom of speech AND my ancient ancestral knowledge is choppy because some stupid jerks burned all of our books SO for this reason, I decided to go another route. I asked my husband to put them in the car and I took them to Half Price Book Store. I pulled up just as they were about to close. I flipped on my hazard lights and asked the young man at the door to help me.
At the end of the day there were 200 books yet they could only take so many according to their criteria. Now remember, I’ve been giving away and throwing away books for the past three years so there’s no telling how many there were when I started. I told the bookstore employee to do whatever they wanted with the remaining books and cash me out for the rest. I walked around and grabbed some books I had been waiting to purchase. After I subtracted the total of my new books from the total they planned to give me, I netted $54.50. In numerology, this adds up to the #5 which just happens to be the life path number for me AND my husband AND all of my children. At that point, I knew I did the right thing and between my third big chop and this move, I felt sooooooooo amazing and free! I did a little jig in the parking lot.
Now, I’m totally free from religious bondage, mind, body, and soul. Plus, I am getting better at letting go of attachments. I’m looking forward to the next phase of my spiritual journey which will involve continuing to renovate my iTunes library. I won’t even tell you how much I invested in religious music that kept me in bondage over the past 15 years.
When I was a part of organized religion, the God presence was shown to me through the image of a man. This viewpoint always seemed one sided but back then, I accepted what books and elders said and did what I was told. Despite my programming, I couldn’t deny these amazing experiences I was having with a divine energetic presence who seemed to be whatever I needed at the time. Sometimes the energy was maternal, sometimes it was paternal, other times it was free of gender and simply meet the emotional need I craved. Like most of us who experience things outside of the norm, I was afraid to go against my ministerial training and talk about it publicly. Especially since what was beginning to happen in my life wasn’t written in any book or taught in organized religions. When I did get the courage to share it with others, they would either say that was Jesus coming to me in the way I could receive him or that it was a demon. I wasn’t satisfied with either of those responses. Especially since I knew about Christ Consciousness and how that energy evolved into the person of Christ through historical events.
Several years later, I joined a radical church where I started learning more about the spirit realm. I felt more comfortable here because at least these folks were seeing things and not focused on reading a holy book all of the time. I’d dissected this book inside out in my own studies and minister’s training and frankly, I found so many contradictions that I couldn’t take it anymore. At least here, the teaching was prophetic and focused on spiritual gifts. The pastors often preached straight from the spiritual realm and the messages were always so amazing. Nothing contrived from a book. They took what they read in the book and went to the next level of revelation. Logos became rhema and it was a beautiful sight to see. Here, it was acceptable to share that I saw angelic presences or the throne room I thought belonged to God. Unfortunately, the moment I went outside of that box, they were ready to start anointing me with oil and casting out the demons that were causing me to have these experiences. Then one day, my dreams started taking me to another level beyond our the church’s teachings. I began to literally leave my body and travel to places in my dreams. I now know this is astral travel. At first, it started out with flying in the sky when dreaming, then I figured out I could direct my travels and started projecting to wherever I wanted to go. I remember being able to navigate without GPS or a map on a trip I took to the Bay Area in California in my real life because I was so familiar with the land from my astral travels.
One day, I decided not to go to work, and to spend time meditating, journaling, and practicing yoga all day. I’d been doing this in secret for years because it wasn’t acceptable in the church setting. They believed that if you meditated, you would go into an altered state of mind that allows demons to enter. They also believed that yoga asanas (positions) were honoring other deities. While there is some truth to their concerns, I didn’t care anymore because what was happening to me was phenomenal and I wanted to go further. During this day full of meditation, journaling, and yoga, I felt a sense of peace I’d never felt before and decided I would continue this practice. When I made this decision, I knew nothing would be the same. I could no longer call myself a minister or an elder and continue to live my life in this realm outside of the Good Book. So, I stepped down from every position in the church. No longer Minister Sherrice. No longer Elder Sherrice. No longer a prophetic praise dancer. No longer a Bible Study Cell Group Leader. No longer a Women’s Ministry Leader. All the titles, responsibilities, and church experiences went out the window. A once dear friend of mine told me we were now on opposing teams and he’d pray for me. I’m still sickened by the audacity of that comment.
Eventually, we left the church altogether. I decided to change my name and call myself Safiyah Naemah so that I could not be recognized by my church members when I started writing and teaching about my experiences. That didn’t last too long because Sherrice is who I am and I wasn’t willing to give up my name to hide from my family, my old friends, the prayer warriors and church gossipers. So I went back to being Sherrice and just didn’t talk about my spiritual practices with anyone who belonged to a church.
As the years went on, I went deeper into my practices and had a strong focus on womb healing. I learned how to communicate with MY ancestors, THE ancestors, and the ascended masters. I was fortunate enough to visit the places where I’ve lived in past lives in both the spiritual and natural realms. These experiences helped me understand my fears, desires, and purpose. I played with tarot cards, oracle cards, crystals, and all kinds of things that light workers do. While I enjoyed these experiences, I didn’t want to be a part of the New Age Movement because everything they were promoting was not new. It came from our indigenous ancestors. I had a strong focus on metaphysical and spiritual practices and my work with herbs even went to the next level. Then I started learning about duality and what people might call dark magic and learned to create my own rituals and practices. That’s when I started seeing real results and changes in my life that went beyond things you can see in the physical realm.
While working on a client’s health history, I figured out we were related. We started talking about our families and sure enough, we have cousins in common. She shared her spiritual experiences with me and made me feel much better about my own. One day, out of the blue, she sent me an inbox message on Facebook and encouraged me to start sharing my experiences with the world. That same month, I heard from so many people who saw posts of my experiences on social media but were afraid to connect with me because while they were having similar experiences, they weren’t ready to come out to their families and friends just yet.
Then something miraculous occurred in my life. I met Mama. Not my birth Mama, but the birth mama of all that was, all that is, and all that will be. What I understood is that Mama was Mama to me because she was reflecting my image. She might be Daddy to someone else but to me, she’s Mama. She wasn’t any particular gender, race or ethnicity either but she knew everything about them all. That let me know she was all things to all people and would become whatever they needed to connect in the spiritual realm. This made it easy for me not to argue with others about what I believed. I also won’t continue to hide behind the shadows, either.
When I met Mama, I couldn’t see her, of course, but I could feel her maternal, loving presence. For the first time ever, I felt a level of love and compassion I couldn’t explain. She held me tenderly while I cried. I know it’s strange that an energy or a presence can hold you. While it was happening, I was in awe, not sure how it was happening, and not trying to figure out. Yes, I was experiencing contrasting emotions all at the same time. I started sharing my perspective of love with anyone who would listen. I didn’t care who they were or what they believed, I knew we all wanted to be loved.
Over time, I started developing a relationship with Mama. It was the relationship I’d tried to develop with Jesus when I was in church yet could never quite get there. As Mama held me, I felt as if she were a tree. Then I realized I was a tree because she was a tree and I was her expressed image. Saying all that to say, we were the same same tree. I was a part of her tree yet I was my own tree. It was such a beautiful experience. I felt the pain of all my lives I poured out buckets of tears. As I cried, she didn’t wipe away my tears, she cried with me. Then, she showed me how our tears were watering our roots. She literally enveloped me in her presence and loved me even more. When the love was deeper than the initial love I experienced with her, I was shocked! This experience brought to life what I’ve learned for years about love. I always knew that love can go deeper and deeper and that love cannot be contained. I also knew that love was God. So this is the crazy part. Mama is what we call God. Some might say Mama is Goddess. I say Mama is the most high. She told me she didn’t need a title or a gender. She was whatever I needed at that moment. Call her whatever you want because language only confounds the true essence of who she really is. She told me she gave me every single thing I needed to fulfill my purpose on earth and that makes me a Goddess, too. Mama wanted me to know that all of the answers were within, I just needed to not be afraid to go there.
We have a hard time fathoming the idea that we are divine because it seems like we’re giving ourselves a super power that we don’t deserve because we have been taught that we’re unworthy. While I do believe there is only one source, I believe that source empowered all her creations with divinity. It’s not what we’ve been taught in our churches, temples, and synagogues. It’s much more esoteric than that. I believe these teachings can help us yet at some point, you have to go on your own to experience it for yourself. Our indigenous cultures understood this and that’s why they had coming of age ceremonies with sacred plants and fungi to help their young people access the God within. They prepared their children for these experiences from the time they were born. We prepare our children to be productive citizens not esoteric spiritual beings and that’s the real reason we’re in such a programmed state of mind today. There are people who are paid and revered to keep us programmed and they don’t even realize it because they too are programmed.
Now that I’ve met Mama and experienced love and compassion like never before, I can’t keep holding it inside just to please those folks who want me to be something I’m not. I was all of those things because I didn’t know the most high for myself so I followed their pattern. It served me well at the time and I thank everyone who contributed to my spiritual growth. As of today, I’m cutting the cord and publicly pursuing my own path. I’ve been doing it, just hiding in the shadows. Now, thanks to Mama, I’m coming out!
Many of us grew up hearing all kinds of information about what we should and shouldn’t do on our moon cycles. Just like any transference of knowledge, we received some solid advice AND some wrong information. I asked my Facebook friends to post what they were told as a child when they were learning to take care of themselves during their moon cycle. Here’s a compilation of the information they shared.
Don’t tell anyone you’re on your cycle. (Not sure what the logic was behind this one)
Don’t take a bath because menstrual blood is unclean and you don’t want to soak in it.
Don’t take a bath or the blood won’t come out and it will pollute your body.
Don’t eat pineapples, citrus, or tomatoes because they’re all too acidic during this time of the month.
Don’t walk barefoot or wash your hair because you’ll get a cold in your womb.
Don’t use a tampon if you’re a virgin because you’ll loose your virginity.
Don’t cook anything because you will contaminate the food.
Don’t go swimming, especially in the ocean.
Don’t hold a baby. (I never did get a clear explanation for this one)
Don’t ever have sex during that time of the month.
My favorite item on the list is #7, don’t cook anything because you’ll contaminate the food. We all know the story of some man being “whipped” by a woman who put her menstural blood in the spaghetti, right? Of course, I researched the origin and found out that in ancient times, menstural blood was revered and folks perceived it possessed a magical quality. For this reason, women would collect the blood and feed their crops with it. In fact, some would even put it in their food and this was actually a welcomed experience. It wasn’t until the witch trails and like events that demonized anything woman that these practices became taboo. Isn’t it interesting how time and the presiding rule of the culture changes everything.
On another note, I’d love to hear what you were told or what you think about this list so feel free to add a comment. I’d also love to hear if you followed these things and if so, how that worked out for you. I look forward to hearing your funny stories and your truths.
As long as I can remember, the men in my life have tried to control how my actions and how I communicate. The funny thing is that they don’t see it as control. In fact, I’ve heard them say they see it as guiding or protecting me because that’s their role as a man in my life. It started with my father and my uncles (I have many). Then, it happened in my intimate relationships with men. In fact, I see occassional hints of it in my marriage even today. Why do the men in my life behave in this manner? They have embraced the patriarchal and misogynist attitudes about how a woman’s place in society and a man’s role is in her life. Unfortunately for them, I WILL NOT be limited by their perspectives. Yes. I am woman! Hear me roar.
My family has told me that I’m the epitome of the strong woman and that I can be perceived as an alpha female. They have also told me to thank God that I’m the queen of femininity because it softens my blows. Isn’t that interesting? When I initially cut my hair, my father was devastated. He was concerned that I looked like a man, especially when I ran around in yoga pants and T-shirts all of the time. Now, anyone mistaking my curvaceous body for that of a man needs a reality call. So now, not only was I bossy, my short hair just added salt to the game. If only the men in my life could get a grip on reality and stop prescribing to societal norms that make women be something they’re not.
Now, the women in my family seem to hold me up as an idol when it comes to assertive femininity. They know I don’t hold my tongue and while I might say it in love, I know how to get my point across. They also know that I won’t sit around waiting for someone to take care of business. In fact, my sister calls me She-Ra and brags about my “super powers”. While I’m honored by her accolades, I have to admit that these same characteristics that the women revere are despised by men. My father once told me that I don’t know how to let a man be a man. I’ve heard this from other men in my life, as well. I found this statement to be ironic because at the time, I was a single mother raising a young child and there was no man in my home. I didn’t have someone there to do those traditional things that most men do so I did them myself, called a relative, or hired someone to do the work. How is a woman supposed to not do what society considers to be manly things if there’s no man there to do them?
I remember experiencing challenges in my first year of marriage because of my personality and experiences. I wasn’t used to consulting someone about decisions AND I had no idea how to make a man feel like a man. I also was used to speaking my mind as I please. I had a great deal of women in my church trying to school me on how to be a proper God-fearing woman and I really tried. I tried so much that I lost myself and ended up playing a role that wasn’t really me. Even my husband knew it was fake and asked me to stop. I had stopped being what I considered to be assertive and became a classic push-over. In order for women to achieve or get any respect in society, we can’t be perceived as weak. Even a man who wants to control us likes a challenge. I know that sounds strange but it’s the truth.
So, how have I resolved this issue I have with men. Here’s the deal. I am who I am. I’m who God created me to be. While there’s room for enhancement, there’s not room to change who I am to make others feel better. I won’t disrespect the men in my life AND I won’t cower down to them either. Yes! I am woman! Hear me roar.
Do you remember your first moon? Maybe it was all you thought it would be or maybe it a nightmare. No matter what the experience may have been, I’m willing to bet that most of you didn’t have a celebration or any training (outside of etiquette classes or a debutante ball, etc.) related to it. In our culture, we celebrate birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, and events of that nature, but rarely do we celebrate first moons.
Since I am the mother of three boys, I’ve discussed their coming of age celebrations with their father, yet I felt it was important for my nieces and cousins to have first moon celebrations. In fact, I’ve already started planning. I was surfing the web when I happened upon the party favors in the picture above. These awesome favors are sold by Menarche Parties R Us. In addition to favors, they sell educational games to play at first moon celebrations and a few other products. While I found this site to be refreshing, I wondered how my niece’s/cousin’s girlfriends and their mothers would handle receiving this invitation in the mail. Hmmmmm. The fact that I had to even ponder on this question let me know that we have some work to do in our society.
So, where do we start? I’d like to pose that idea that we consider building traditions in our families that help us get to the point where receiving an invitation like the one above in the mail is common place and something we look forward to. Before we can do this, we have to educate ourselves and other elders who are raising the next generation of wonderful women. Here are a few resources to help us start. I’d love to hear your thoughts and experiences. Love and light.