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𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌.
☽𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔯 𝔖𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫.☾
☽𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔩𝔡.☾
☽𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔗𝔢𝔯𝔣 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱.☾
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☽𝔄𝔡𝔪𝔦𝔫(☾) 𝔞𝔱 @sourwoodsisterhood .☾
Hi, Lately I've been thinking we Goddess worshippers really need our own art style and symbolism. I've been very interested in Aboriginal Australian art and culture but I don't want to appropriate that. I know we have some things like 🌒🌕🌘 but I feel like we need more
I don't know your ethnic background, but you can definitely base something on it, if thats a problem for you! I personally am also deeply moved by Marija Gimbutas findings on pre bronze age goddess artifacts and I think those are definitely popular among goddess lovers!
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Monica Sjöö (1938-2005) — Meeting the Ancestors at Avebury [oil paint on masonite board, 1993]
Remembering Mother-Kin: The Forgotten Foundations of Society
When we think about family trees, inheritance, or even last names, most of us instinctively imagine them being passed down through the father’s side. It’s so common in today’s world that we rarely question it. But what if I told you that this wasn’t always the way of things—and that for vast stretches of human history, many societies followed a very different path?
Enter the world of mother-kin, also known as matrilineal kinship—a system where lineage, inheritance, and identity are traced through the mother.
What Is Mother-Kin?
In a mother-kin system, descent moves from mother to daughter, not father to son. Children carry their mother’s name, and property is passed down through the female line. This structure doesn’t simply shuffle roles—it reorients the entire way a community thinks about family, wealth, power, and belonging.
In contrast to today’s largely patrilineal systems, where men hold the reins of family legacy, mother-kin societies placed women at the center—socially, spiritually, and economically.
A Deeply Rooted Tradition
Far from being rare or isolated, mother-kin systems were once widespread. Cultures in:
Australia
Africa
India (the Dravidians)
Melanesia and Micronesia
Indonesia
Ancient Egypt
The Lycians of Anatolia
...all had strong traditions of matrilineal descent. Some of these traditions endured into the classical and even Roman periods.
In these societies, women often held key positions of leadership—as high priestesses, heads of clans, keepers of the home and food supply, and stewards of communal memory. Yet, importantly, this did not mean men were disempowered or oppressed. Rather, the dynamic was complementary, not competitive—a harmony often lost in later, more rigid patriarchal systems.
The Spiritual Connection: Goddess and Kin
Anthropologist Robertson Smith proposed a connection between Goddess worship and mother-kin societies. This makes intuitive sense: when life itself is understood as emerging from the body of the Mother, it follows naturally that descent would be traced through women, and that the divine would be imagined in feminine form.
Goddess-based religions thrived alongside mother-kin systems. Women were not only mothers and clan leaders—they were spiritual leaders, priestesses, and mediators of the sacred.
Why Did These Systems Decline?
As history progressed, invasions, conquests, and shifts toward militaristic, hierarchical governance often brought with them patriarchal ideologies and male gods of war and authority. In places like Mesopotamia, matrilineal structures were gradually replaced by patrilineal rule. The Goddess was dethroned or made subordinate to male deities. Women’s roles were diminished from central figures to supporting roles—or erased entirely.
Were These Societies Matriarchies?
This is a key point: matrilineal does not mean a mirror image of patriarchy. Mother-kin systems were not about female dominance. They did not seek to reverse oppression or suppress men. Rather, they reflected a different way of organizing society—one rooted in interdependence, balance, and shared power.
In mother-kin cultures, wealth was rooted in what sustained life: the home, the food, the land. Women, as stewards of these, held natural influence—not through force, but through contribution and continuity.
Why This Matters Today
Understanding mother-kin societies is about broadening our perspective on what is possible.
At a time when family systems are changing, gender roles are being questioned, and communities are seeking more equitable, inclusive, and nurturing models, revisiting mother-kin can inspire us to imagine something different:
A world where inheritance isn’t about control, but care.
A world where both women and men are valued, not based on dominance, but on relationship and contribution.
A world where spirituality honors the feminine, not just the masculine.
A Legacy Worth Remembering
Think of mother-kin as a cultural memory—a whisper from the past that says, “There is another way.”
It’s about reclaiming what was wise, healing what was broken, and building something more balanced for the future.
In a time of disconnection, dominance, and division, the lessons of mother-kin remind us that we come from a line of women who once held the world together—and perhaps, with care and consciousness, we can again.
The Goddess and the Moon: A Sacred Bond as Old as Time
Before clocks ticked and calendars flipped, before cities rose or empires fell, the Moon was our first timekeeper, and She spoke in the language of the Goddess.
Across ancient cultures, from the stone altars of Neolithic Europe to the sacred springs of Africa and the temple summits of Anatolia, the Moon was never just a rock in the sky. She was a presence, a rhythm, a mystery, and above all, she was Divine Feminine personified.
The Great Mother and Her Silver Daughter
In countless traditions, the Moon was seen as the daughter, or even the embodiment, of the Great Mother, the original source of life and cosmic order. She was the Triple Goddess: Maiden, Mother, and Crone, cycling through her phases just as women cycle through youth, fertility, and wisdom.
As the waxing moon, she is the Maiden, fresh with promise and creativity.
As the full moon, she is the Mother, nurturing, powerful, and passionate.
As the waning moon, she is the Crone, wise, introspective, and deeply connected to the mysteries of death and renewal.
Her silver face in the night sky mirrors the spiral of life, rising and falling, growing and diminishing, only to begin again. In the Moon’s rhythm, our ancestors saw not just time, but a map for living.
Moon, Blood, and Birth
The connection between women and the Moon was more than symbolic, it was biological.
Charles Darwin himself observed that the menstrual cycle echoes the lunar month, and studies have shown that women living near the equator often ovulate with the full moon. Pregnancy and menstruation were believed to be influenced by the Moon’s phases: the new moon was the time of bleeding, while the full moon heralded conception.
This sacred synchronicity inspired myths where the Moon impregnates, governs fertility, and signals new life, both in the womb and in the fields. Sowing and reaping were lunar arts, planting at the new moon, harvesting at the old, and in many cultures, only women, under the guardianship of the Moon Mother, held this agricultural wisdom.
Sanctuary of the Moon
The Goddess of the Moon was not worshiped in palaces or citadels, but in the soft, wild places: caves, springs, mountaintops, lakes, and forests. Her temples were horned altars, shaped like the crescent moon, standing for both fertility and the waning cycle of death.
She was Isis of Egypt, Selene of Thrace, Astarte of Sinai, deities of birth and love, battle and mystery. Her priestesses, often called “virgins” (in the ancient sense, belonging to no man), performed sacred rites of ecstasy and transformation under her glow.
And even as patriarchal systems later masculinized the moon or relegated the Moon Goddess to myth, her symbolism endured, in crescent-shaped jewelry, spirals carved in stone, and the stories whispered under starlight.
Darkness, Descent, and Rebirth
Unlike the sun, the moon disappears. She wanes, grows dark, is swallowed by night, and then returns.
This cyclical death and rebirth made her the goddess of the underworld, of grief and letting go, but also of resurrection and return. The ancients saw in the Moon a reflection of the soul’s journey: to grow, to fade, to rest, and to rise again.
In a time obsessed with linear progress, with constant doing and achieving, the Moon offers a different wisdom: rest is sacred, death is part of life, and return is always possible.
Why the Moon-Goddess Matters Today
In our modern world, the Goddess and the Moon call us back to wholeness. Not just as a concept, but as a lived, embodied reality.
She reminds us to listen to our cycles, not fight them.
She teaches that power is not just force, but intuition, presence, and rhythm.
She calls us to re-sacralize what has been dismissed: the body, the earth, the feminine.
To reconnect with the Moon is to reconnect with ourselves, our roots, our wombs, our wisdom. It’s a way of remembering a time when the world moved with the Goddess’s breath, when time flowed not in straight lines but spirals.
Embracing the Spiral
The Moon doesn’t ask us to believe, she asks us to feel. To notice. To remember.
Whether you light a candle at the full moon, track your cycle with her phases, or simply gaze up in wonder, you are participating in an ancient communion, a ritual as old as humanity.
So tonight, step outside. Look up. There She is the Moon, the Mirror of the Goddess, still watching, still guiding, still whispering Her secrets to those who will listen.
The Sacred Tree: Rooted in the Goddess, Reaching Toward Eternity
In the ancient world, long before steel towers and concrete roads shaped our cities, humanity turned to a different kind of architecture, the Tree. Not just any tree, but the World Tree, the Cosmic Tree, the Tree of Life, a living symbol of fertility, transformation, and the eternal rhythm of life. And at its roots, always, was She: the Great Goddess.
In the spiritual traditions that predate patriarchal religion, the Tree was not simply wood and leaves. It was a living embodiment of the Divine, connecting heaven, earth, and the underworld, three worlds united through Her branches, trunk, and roots.
The World Tree: Bridge of the Cosmos
Among Neolithic agricultural peoples and even their Paleolithic ancestors, the Tree stood as a central pillar of existence. Shamans in trance climbed the World Tree, symbolically or in spirit, to receive visions. This Tree was not just in the forest; it was seen as the human spine, the axis of the world, and the path to the heavens.
In the Goddess’s magical garden, Her Garden of Immortality, this Tree flourished, heavy with fruits and grains, watched over by a crescent moon above and a serpent coiled around the trunk below. The dove, messenger of divine love, perched in its boughs. This triad, tree, serpent, and bird, expressed the triple structure of the universe and of the human mind: the reptilian roots of instinct, the mammalian body of emotion, and the human neocortex’s vision of spirit.
This wasn’t metaphor. It was cosmology with roots.
Fig Trees and Divine Flesh
If the World Tree had a physical form, it was often the fig tree. Sacred to Hathor in Egypt, the fig was not just food; it was eternal nourishment, the “living body of Hathor on earth.”
Eating from the fig tree was not merely sustenance—it was sacrament. The fig’s red, pulpy interior echoed the womb; to eat its fruit was to partake of the Goddess herself. On Crete, women cared for these sacred trees, and seals often show the Goddess with Her attendants tending the garden. The fig was the fruit of immortality, the flesh and fluid of the Divine Mother.
These trees were seen as portals between worlds, feeding both the living and the ancestors.
Ritual and Root
Trees were not only nurtured, they were ritually cut, honored, and reborn. Priestesses alone had the right to cut the ceremonial trees, using the labrys, the double-headed axe, a symbol of life and death held in sacred balance.
Even Dionysus, born of the Goddess, was sacrificed as a tree-bound god, his flesh as bread, his blood as wine, echoing later Eucharistic themes. In a rite older than time, the harvest god died on a tree so the world could be reborn.
Conflict and Conquest: When the Tree Was Cut Down
With the rise of patriarchal systems, the Goddess’s trees became dangerous. The Bible’s prohibition against planting a tree, asherah, beside Yahweh’s altar reflects this shift. Asherah, once the Goddess of the Grove, was cast out. Her image, often carved in living wood, was destroyed. Her sacred places were razed. Trees, once places of prayer and prophecy, became symbols of rebellion.
In myth, Zeus sent Hercules to kill the serpent guarding Hera’s tree, severing the Goddess from her sacred fruit. In Genesis, Eve’s wisdom-seeking in the garden is demonized, the tree and the serpent now signs of sin, not sanctity.
The cross, a later Christian symbol, was first the mark of life, carved near the Goddess’s womb or breast. It represented birth and growth, not death and punishment. In ancient Egypt, the ankh, a looped cross, stood for life, the very essence of the Tree’s power.
Remembering the Tree, Reclaiming the Goddess
The Goddess’s Tree remains with us, even if renamed, recontextualized, or forgotten.
You see her in the fig on your table, the sycamore you rest beneath, the spiral of your spine, and the roots of dreams that travel through time. Her serpent still slithers through myth. Her bird still sings in branches. Her tree still stands, in the depths of your soul, in gardens wild and untamed, in the rituals of those who remember.
To honor the Tree is to honor the cycles of life, death, and rebirth, the rhythm of the Goddess Herself.
So plant a tree. Climb one. Dream of one. Eat of its fruit and remember.
The Tree is Hers. And She is still alive.
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This is the most gut wrenching video I've ever watched. Truthfully.
Although the creator is very sweet, I personally believe that just saying "everyone is pretty in their own way" adds to the issue going on.
We don't need to be pretty. We shouldn't feel like failures or worthless bc we aren't pretty. Attractiveness shouldn't be accounted for in anything. It should just be something that exists.
I also really hate how the sponcers has something to do with makeup. Completely contradicting the whole point of her video. The makeup industry is one of the biggest reasoning to women's insecurities.
Anyways, i just thought to spread the video for other radfems to check out.
The fact that it’s sponsored by the makeup industry is indeed hypocritical but y’all have GOT to stop twisting the words of women who try, albeit too gently, to dismantle the societal hierarchy where some women are designated as Ugly. Since y’all have trouble with the gentle wording, I’ll put it plain English:
If your societal framework contains a class of women who are Ugly, you are a bad person.
No ifs, ands, or buts. If a fat woman or an older woman or a dark skinned woman or a visibly disabled woman or whoever wants to call herself pretty and you are more bothered by that than you are about a thin, young, white, abled woman saying it about herself, you are no different from someone who goes on and on about how a female CEO or head of state is Not A Win while saying nothing about the men who hold most of the rest of those roles. And if your objection is just because you use your real or imagined status as Ugly as some kind of security blanket, it sucks to be you but that does not constitute an obligation on the part of those of us who belong to one of more of those categories and aren’t willing to Know Our Place.
I think all women are beautiful and should be allowed to call themselves such. It's empowering.
Though I think it's also powerful to say: "I don't have to be beautiful..."
Because that's basically "I don't have to fit anyone's standards." Does that make sense? And "I have value even if I don't meet standards."
Declaring yourself as beautiful could be the next step, but I'm sure a lot of women would struggle with that next step so "I don't have to be" is a good start.
I agree that designating a class of women as ugly sucks.
your dividerz are really cool!! anywayz, waz wondering if i could requezt zomething bug themed? zpecifically fliez (all typez, even mozquitoez and the like). thankz in advance!
[pt: your dividers are really cool!! anyways, was wondering if i could request something bug themed? specifically flies (all types, even mosquitoes and the like). thanks in advance!]
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some bugs make me squirm so I just made ones with the ones that I like :) I actually have a taxidermy leaf bug and some moths in frames around my house hehe
Most men have a incredibly childish and self-center view of morality in which not only they think anything that makes them feel good is good and anything that makes them feel bad is evil, but also think what is their best interest is in the best interest of everyone.
That's why they think women who criticize porn are evil: Not only because porn make their dicks feel good but also women's best interest isn't a concern for them and think women should feel the same no matter how much that doesn't make any sense.
So I just listened to a 3 hour essay about historical Cinderella stories, by Babbity Kate, while sewing. And something clicked in my mind I never connected before.
The oldest written versions of Cinderella come from Asia, I thought the names sounded chinese. And the culmination of the story is that only she can fit her foot into the tiniest shoe.
I always thought the shoe thing was odd, because surely someone else wears the same size? Why is it so important that her foot is the smallest, what does it matter?
And it hit me today. This is about chinese foot binding. They glorified tiny feet. Maybe that's what the story is for, making it seem positive, making it a difference between becoming a princess and living in poverty.
I thought I never heard about the oppressive custom of harming women's feet until I read about it in the feminist literature, but it was in a fairy tale I knew forever, documented in a way I wouldn't recognize what it meant. It was there all along.
beauty and the beast was a novel for adults based on a folktale. the "animal bridegroom" stories were popular at the time, and that kind of story has kind of always been around, like with Cupid and Psyche, where a woman is paired with a mysterious husband and must learn to trust or love him
however, in the 1700s "The Beauty and the Beast" was published in a book for children that was explicitly pedagogical, aimed at aristocratic girls being prepared for arranged marriages. its purpose was to groom them into accepting being married off to ugly old men, and it's persisted ever since.
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How to Read Menstrual Blood
There are two different ways to read menstrual blood. The moon phase you start in, and how heavily you bleed.
The Moon Phase
This tells you what’s to come in the future.
Waning: something is coming to a close now, something is ending. You must let go of or banish something from your life. Beware of curses, ill-wishing* (wishing something bad to happen to someone so bad that it actually happens), and troublesome spirits. Keep rosemary and amethyst by your bedside to ward nightmares.
Waxing: now is the time to work tworads your goals. Make plans for the future. Divination is your best friend right now. Pray to your goddess and ask for assistance and for Her to keep you on the right path. Keep an eye out for thieves and liars. Sprinkle thyme in front of your front door to ward off gossip and lies.
New Moon: cleanse, cleanse, cleanse. Now is the time to renew and a fresh start. Burn that picture of you and your ex, tear up that college rejection letter, let go of the past. Draw in healing and protection to you, put up wards and keep lavender on your pocket.
Full Moon: now is the time for the strongest of magic. You may soon get a sign from a goddess, a new job, a new love, a speacil dream, or something you’ve been chasing for a while. You may even have a spiritual awakening. Put up wards against curses, evil spirits and the like, and ask your goddess for protection and luck
Your Flow
Spotty: you are uneasy, insecure and unsure of yourself. You need to work on confidence and self love.
Back and Forth: *bounces in between heavy and light* you are going through a great change. Now is the time to let go and let the forces that be do what they need to.
Heavy: you need to heal. You have been through a lot of pain, and you need desperately to heal. Reach out to others, to your goddess, and possibly professionals.
Light: you are starting a new, and learning to love yourself, coming into your power, but you’re not quite there yet.
Steady: you are balanced and in control. You are currently stable and calm.
THE LOVE WITCH
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