Mar 29 (edited) • General discussion
The ancient cult is fully in resurrection
The true woman has almost disappeared. I assert that a catastrophe has taken place: the race of women has been hunted down and scattered, destroyed before our own unseeing eyes. Woman — descendant of the Paleolithic and Neolithic, our mother, our goddess — was pursued in her physical and mental body, and sent back into nothingness.
The interior of the earth is full of vanished forests, extinct species, remnants of human and superhuman kinds whose history — were it revealed to us — would surpass our boldest imagination. Our true woman is mixed into that same earth. She has paid the price of the tremendous, merciless struggle against the primitive religions of the West. That struggle spans the entire history of what we call civilization.
Consider this: where the Roman legions never adapted their religion — in Gaul, in Britain — the soldiers of Christ found a soil free of images and gods. In a thousand places across old Europe, on the heathlands, the plains of menhirs, deep in the undergrowth, on the shores where Pan once sang — the indigenous religion survived. The true religion of western humanity. For thousands of years Europe lived a high mystical thought, rooted in the Horned God and the rapture of the feminine principle. That original spirituality was swept away by force, by fire and by sword, by a foreign religion from the East: Christianity. The Horned God was named Devil and cursed.
The ancient idols were overthrown. Their pillars destroyed: the mother-woman, the goddess-woman, the true woman.
Sharp minds today denounce the devastating consequences of recent colonialism: the extermination of Indigenous peoples, the destruction of African civilizations. But no one speaks of our own ancient totems that were toppled. Of our own God, humiliated and persecuted. Of our own priestesses, annihilated. Of our old Europe, colonized and diminished.
From a purely anthropological standpoint, the history of the Christian Church is the history of a war — waged by a foreign power against a very old, very mighty, deeply rooted indigenous cult. It is the history of a successful crime against the entire female sex. They killed her. That I will demonstrate.
I do not accuse. This crime was perhaps necessary. And perhaps fatal. Civilization would not be what it is if the true woman still existed. We would have gone on believing in paradise on earth. The human spirit would not have struck out on new paths. We would not be on the verge of reaching distant galaxies, would not have opened great portals to the cosmos — through which the call of the ultimate God already penetrates, the God in whom all our gods converge, in whom the spirit of the earth will one day dissolve once it has fulfilled its purpose.
But let us look at that crime. The physical destruction at the stake: hundreds of thousands of true women were called witches and burned as such. Millions of others were conquered and transformed by fear. Extermination through propaganda — a more certain weapon than any other, and in this age more effective than the gallows, the Spanish boots and the sulphur shirt. A revolutionary war, waged by the Cavalry against the true woman, in favor of a new image of God. And finally, at a deeper level: a decline in the mutation of the species itself. Little by little, the authentic feminine being was replaced by another being.
What we call woman is not *the* woman. It is a degeneration, a copy. The essence is absent, the principle is absent, our joy and our salvation are absent. What we call women are beings who carry only the outward appearance. What we hold in our arms are imitations of a species that has been wholly or almost wholly eradicated.
Woman is rare, said Giraudoux. Most men marry an average imitation of a man — a little more cunning, a little more supple. They marry themselves. They see themselves walking down the street, with a little more bosom, a little more hip, wrapped in silk jersey. Then they run after themselves, embrace themselves, marry themselves. It is admittedly no colder than marrying a mirror.
Woman is rare. No sea is too high for her, she overturns thrones, she holds back the years. Her skin is marble. When one truly exists, she is fatal to the world. Where do the rivers go, the clouds, the solitary birds? They pour themselves into woman. One must flee upon seeing her, for when she loves, when she hates, she is implacable. Her compassion is inescapable. But she is rare.
The true woman — she who comes to us from the shadow of the centuries — belongs entirely to a universe foreign to the world of man. She shines at the other end of Creation. She knows the secrets of the waters, the stones, the plants and the animals. She looks the sun in the eye and sees heroes in the dark. She holds the key to health, to rest, to the harmonies of matter. She is the white sorceress — the fairy with the great moist belly, with the translucent eyes — who waits for man to begin the earthly paradise anew.
When she gives herself to him, it is a sacred movement: she opens for him the door to another world. That is the fountain of virtue — the desire she inspires. To plunge into her restores purity. She fertilizes the man. She makes him a child again, brings the childhood of the world back into him. She returns to him his life's work: to climb as high as possible within himself. People speak of superman — but not of superwoman, because woman, the true woman, is the one who makes more of man than he is. It is enough for her to exist in order to be complete. Man must pass through her to reach Being — unless he chooses another ascesis, where he will encounter her in symbolic forms.
Two conclusions arise.
First: man must pass through her to reach Being. Woman is the true initiator of man, his path toward the Essential.
Second: the patriarchal system has robbed man of true women, who were dangerous to his supremacy. In response, woman must become aware of the Woman sleeping within her. It is high time that She leaves the cocoon.
Tantra can accomplish this essential task and save this modern, corrupt world. That the majority of tantra practitioners are women is proof of their intuition. They *know* that this evolutionary path is fertile — that it leads them to the true Woman hidden within, to once again become the Ancient One, the eternal Shakti that they should always have remained.
As for man: if he wishes to deserve the true woman, he must first accept that idea, and then reshape his life around the values of the feminine. Our patriarchal civilization has created a technocratic civilization — without soul, without ideal, without genuine love. Built on false values, it leads to catastrophe, to war. It has failed completely on every level — social and economic. To find a way out, man must rediscover his hidden and suppressed femininity.
Is that utopian? No — for the ancient cult is fully in resurrection.
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