The Dreamtime and She:

Creation Remembered

What We Were Told

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep; and the Spirit of God was moving over the face of the waters. And God said "let there be light." And God saw light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light Day, and the darkness he (Genesis 1.1)...

Whoa, wait a minute, wait a minute! He? Created? Without form? What's up with that? Wait a minute...I remember something else...yes it's coming to me now, yes...

Creation (Remembered)

In the beginning was the Divine and awaking from Her deep sleep, She said "om"! She said "Om'! She said "OM"!

The vibration of that holy sound reverberated across the vast distance of the void, coalescing here and there and Her body began to take form. The "OM' drone vibrated and vibrated, and as that vibration continued on, that vibration She Felt.

Feeling that sensation, She began to take shape, Her body came into form. The vibration felt good to Her. It tenderly caressed her new form, and she gasped, "OM!" Causing more vibration. She wiggled in ecstasy, and a flood of moisture issued forth, spilling into the void. Tears of joy poured forth and the waters of her womb mingled with the waters from her tears and the oceans were made. Writhing and roiling in her ecstasy, the waters moved around Her, lapping and licking her, moving inside her again. Moving inside, the waters mixed with Her new form. Soon She gave birth to an Egg.

Delighted in Her new creation, she gently set the egg down among the waters. Still rocking and roiling, the waters caused the egg to break with a big bang. The egg exploded, expanding across the vastness of the void. Soon, light mixed with the darkness of the void and galaxies and the planets began to take shape. Ever was the movement of expansion and contraction from the moment the Egg burst and ever from this movement was everything made into form. The vibration of the first Om. now the background noise of the universe, held everything in place.

She saw that She had created. Her womb, the void, still present, was the infinite possibility of becoming. She loved her creation as She loved Herself, for they were both one and the same. The web of Her vast self, a vast mind/body being, spread across and through creation, and at every juncture, new possibility. new being sprang forth. The web of Her being, Love, weaving and intertwining through creation, brought deep meaning into even the smallest particle.

Happy with her work, She sang. With Her song came the beauty of color, the sweetness of harmony. And so the world became, born on the wings of love and song, and there sprang a garden, also Her Body. For she was multiplicity.

Now in this Garden, after eons of expansion and contraction and the coming and going of many forms of being, a new being became. Bleeding, this being began to awake. From the blood, which came in synchrony with the moon, the being saw that it existed (Grahn, 1993). And it said "l am." Being very excited about her new discovery, she ran to the others to share. At first having no words, she inscribed her message onto her body and danced. She danced and sang and danced, her movements expanding and contracting, her voice expanding and contracting.

Slowly the others began to understand, and they also began to dance and to change the garden around them, yet still in a way that honored She, whom they knew from their dreams.

Soon these beings who we call humans, woman and man, found that using their mouths to shape sounds, could use those sounds to name and they named the sounds words. With naming they changed the garden yet further. New possibility and form sprang forth from the words that came from their mouths. It was their new language, but the power of this language also shaped things and in the shaping of things, some, especially man, began to forget about the old ways of knowing and being, they began to forget the dream way, the Dreamtime.

Woman did not forget. Her blood each month reminded her, as did her ability to give birth just as She, whom they called many names, had done in the beginning. Woman’s blood was her connection to the Dreamtime, and birthing brought being out of the void. These things helped woman to remember and stay connected to She.

Man became arrogant with his new power to name, and also jealous of woman for her ability to give birth, to pull Being from out of the void of her womb. His jealousy led to fear that his role as consort and steward was not enough. Being afraid, he forgot he too had the same abilities of bridging Dreamtime along with the new power to name, if not so easily as woman. In his fear, he resisted surrender and the more he avoided surrender, the further he moved away from the Dreamtime and became even more afraid. He became afraid of death and the cycles of birth, life, death and rebirth. He decided to create a new religion we will call Escape.

Soon man decided that woman herself was dangerous and her magic, her access to Dreamtime was a threat to his being. He began to try to control her. But this was not easily done. The more he tried to control, the more fear controlled him, and he became brutal to woman. Soon she too became afraid, for his fear began to tear at the center of her being as well.

Over the years, Woman began to shut down her connection to Dreamtime and bury her true voice deep inside her. To protect her children, she became submissive and soon the meaning of female became submission.

Fear and its child, Trauma, reigned on Earth. The trauma caused both men and women to forget about She and the Dreamtime. Even so, in secret some still held the red thread back to She.

Many, many years passed, and many wondrous things were created out of the new powers of language. Yet something always felt missing. And the new powers always somehow turned to destruction. Humans were always searching for that missing something. Now and again some women remembered the Dreamtime, and some fewer men too. Yet these few were always persecuted.

Over many years countless brutal and horrible things were done to keep the Dreamtime away. Some even maintained that this was the Divine plan and they set up an Authoritarian god in Her place. The heart of the humans was broken, sad, lonely, fearful, not knowing which way to turn, always looking outside for the answer for what seemed lost. If only they would realize Dreamtime was present all the time. All that was needed was surrender.

She, sad that her creation had become so lost from her, retreated and grieved, now and again feeling the slight touch of a woman calling, and then that call being extinguished. Women lived and worked in a state of shame, shame for their bodies and shame for their blood. shame for the feelings, shame for their connection to Dreamtime, and for the capacities of their bodies to mimic the original ecstasy of She. Men held shame for feelings of weakness and the desire to surrender buried deep inside them.

Their voices muted, silenced by fear and pain, all seemed hopeless for humankind. At the same time, the earth groaned under the weight of many years of abuse born of the disconnection from the Dreamtime.

Then one day, a miracle happened. Perhaps women began to pay attention to their dreams, perhaps people began to look inside for the answers, perhaps the inner voice cried out so loud that someone heard it and answered. Perhaps some of those dominating the earth began to really listen to the small pockets of people who still knew how to be in the Dreamtime. Perhaps it was all these things and more.

Nevertheless, women began to wake up to the Dreamtime and find their power. Some men began to find the courage to surrender. Slowly, like an onion, they began to peel away at the layers and layers of fear and pain. Layer by layer the inner voice became louder until they could hold back no more. Song rang out and with song came vibration that we felt, and we remembered She. We remembered She to the core of our being because She was always there. Humans began to feel whole again.

We had learned and we matured. Now was the time for co-creation. To create in Harmony with Her.

We must not lose our way again.

To always remember the Dreamtime and She. To always remember the Dreamtime and She.

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