68 Quotes About Divine-feminine

A priestess is a woman who helps others connect to the divine so they can heal and/or actualize their soul's unique path.

The modern-day Priestess is a woman who is deeply spiritual, yet her beliefs and practices are typically not rooted in a particular religion. Instead they are informed by practices that resonate with her spiritual truths.

Marcion, in his two brilliant books, explained how the God of the Jews was not the God of whom Jesus spoke. He provided many examples that show that the Jewish god is only a jealous tribal deity. The Old Testament contains some genuine wisdom. However, it is very clear that the Hebrew prophets and rabbis gradually destroyed all trace of the Divine Feminine and worshiped the Demiurge. The same applies to the other main patriarchal religions: Islam and Christianity.

What happened to the Divine Feminine? Why has She apparently disappeared from Judaism, Christianity and Islam? In the Gnostic Gospels, we learn that Mary Magdalene was probably the closest disciple of the Christos, the one whom the Master taught the most arcane esoteric wisdom. She was and is the representation of all wisdom. The male apostles of the Christos demonstrated both their jealousy and respect for the wisdom and position of Mary Magdalene.

Maria Sabina Magdalena Garcia (July 22, 1894, Huautla de Jimenez, Oaxaca - November 23, 1985) was a curandera and shaman of the Mazatec indigenous ethnicity of the state of Oaxaca in Mexico. She subverted patriarchal theology by invoking the Divine Feminine in her entrancing chants.

When the power comes from within us and we claim it as our own, then we no longer have to affirm ourselves by dominating others. The irony is that we are actually afraid of our own power.

Whether Kali seems terrifying, fascinating, or loving depends on our state of consciousness and our level of both emotional and spiritual development. But she always invites us to a radical form ego-transcendence.

we have forgotten that we were bornof celestial cataclysm.we have forgotten how to dancebare-footed on the earth to the cadenceof our souls. we have forgotten the ritualfires and the acrid tang of holy smokeon our tongues.

i feel the spring breeze rufflingthe new-hatched damp of my unfurlingfeathers; i see with eyes bleary from egg-darkthe shell clinging sticky to my screamingbeak.