Sunday, September 19, 2010

The Journey of a Single Woman

Once upon a time, there was a baby born, who entered this world without a script, but desperately was trying to hold on to all of the information she came into the world with, but it seemed to slip away with the new language she was learning.  This was a new reality for her, as she looked at her body and childlike ways of walking and talking, and of innocence.  She was not aware she was called a girl.  She wasn't aware she was already labeled a sinner.  She was not aware of the darkness or of fear.  She was trying to get up to speed as quickly as possible, and found she entered a time of darkness.  It was a time of fear, polarization, of racial tensions, and of a war that no one wanted to be in.

She had no idea that she would be judged primarily because she was a girl.  As I stated before, she walked into life without knowing the script and the expected roles and most importantly, this girl did not know who to trust.  She just had the knowledge that she was the firstborn, and being the firstborn carried a lot of responsibility.  For as she grew and her siblings arrived, she found none of them could remember their instructions, and she had to be the caretakers for the children that followed.  She was their protector, their big sister.

With an unstable home, the first myth shattered.  The one of safety and love from those who are the appointed protectors.  As she grew and saw the role of mother being dismantled, or of wife, as one being abused, she looked outside to see what kind of modeling behaviours were displayed.  She saw many worlds of illusions and quickly understood that the public displays were lies.  The furthest thing from truth to the outside world.  Women concealed their real emotions and would take little pills with their wine at cocktail parties.  Everyone had an ailment, but the reality was they weren't trying to remember...they were trying to forget.

In the churches, the congregation gathered like cattle to listen to 'words of inspiration'.  Instead what they were told about all of their weaknesses and guilted into contribution to offering plates 10 percent of their earnings, but they must go above and beyond all of that, because God needed their money.  However, a gentle reminder was you must give cheerfully from the heart, 'For God loves a Cheerful Giver."  The game continued with how God needed their money, for more churches so they could continue the great commission of telling everyone how they were going to hell.  After all, they served a jealous God who condemned women from the beginning of time over a piece of fruit.  The fruit that God pointed out...and said to them not to seek knowledge, because if we knew good from evil we would die because of knowing. 

We were told that a woman looked at the tree, and listened to a serpent, and took the fruit.  She ate the fruit and then gave the knowledge to man.  The man ate the fruit and their eyes were opened.  Knowledge, we are told, produces fear.  So they ran and hide because they knew they were naked and they had disobeyed this God that is described in Jewish and Christian doctrines.

So what truth is there in this story?  In this fable?  So all women are held responsible for an action that set into motion being human.  This is just one example of how women have been controlled since the beginning of recorded history.

Just one example.  So as an innocent little girl I heard the story with wide open eyes and asked, "what is knowledge?"  No one could seem to answer that question.  "What is sin?"  I continued.  "Why would he tell then about the tree and create the tree if they were not supposed to eat it?"  More confused looks from the adults.  "Well, just because that is the story."

Relief spread across my face. "Oh, it's just a story, then I can do anything I want to do with my life."
"Oh no dear, you are a girl.  You can be a wife, a mother and live in a nice home."  was an elderly woman's reply.  "What if I don't want that?"  I silently thought to myself.  What if I didn't want to be a woman who silently took pills to stop thinking and sip wine at cocktail parties and laughed far too loud for the bland jokes that didn't seem to matter to me.  What if I wanted something more?

So as I began my journey as a young girl, I remembered a silent voice telling me, "They are all lying, but they think they are telling the truth."  I nodded my little head.  As another little girl got a gold star for bringing me to Sunday School with her and the sounds of "Onward Christian Soldier" played in the background.  I looked at the gold star, a sticker to say she tried to win another soul for Christ, I realized the lie was very deep indeed.

For in no way is love an oppressive force, to anyone.  There is no judgment or systems of complexity.  For the first 21 years of my life I explored religions, the narrow-minded religious views.  I start with the world religions. 

Not in the spirit of attacking them, but with the goal of eventually making a movie and asking all of the religious leaders of the world...the Forbidden Question.  The great conspiracy against women, and why the systems tries to get us to act as heartless as men when we rise to positions of power.  Or even worse, view us the same as men.

Let the journey begin and yes...this is going to challenge all of us, to look at each other differently.


  1. Hi Marilyn!

    Thanks for visiting my blog today! I am pleased to meet you! I am now following you and I hope that you will follow me back if you haven't done so already! I have a Monday blog hop going on now if you are interested! We would love to have you join us!!

    Have a great week!

  2. geez Marilyn there are alot of ideas to discuss in your essay. I myself personally (;-))am so in love with the idea that it begins with me. How do I 'show up' what is my stance, actions, reactions? What is the story I am believing that has me in this role? Questions I ask myself...first. What am I against and is that really what defines me?

    Yours, in Choice, E

  3. wow, an awful lot going on. What struck me the most were you views and observations on the church and the whole "born from sin" deal because I have echoed your questions and sentiments and found the religious world (at least this religion in this part of the world, anyway) to be lacking.

  4. This is amazing and I am so inspired! I moved away from dogmatic religion in my own life and also studied, finding every established religion wanting for peace and balance. I'm a witch now and I'm so grateful to be able to have a loving relationship with Deity (God and Goddess) and a way to answer my own questions, with or without the myths of others. I'm very excited about this blog. I can't wait to see what else you have to say. Thank you so much for writing this! Many Blessings

  5. This is going to be an amazing journey for you and for your readers. I can't wait. Women are 'the X factor' in all of it. One interesting topic would be language over the years. Jordan Maxwell did an amazing interview on the Muslim religion. Apparently, at some point, the word used for "virgins" - the one the extremists use to justify suicide missions was originally the same word as "grapes". They would receive 100 grapes, not virgins. But once the switch was made - the virgin translation stuck. Cannot wait to read more!

  6. Dear Ladies, all of the questions raised along the way are like individual streams that flow into something much bigger than our own reflection in the pond. Keep asking those questions, because each holds a truth. I encourage everyone to really just use this as a vehicle to ask us all to really take a look at some of the self designed and socially designed institutions. I ask for us to really look at our gifts and perhaps ways we have short changed ourselves. I ask us all to inspire one another to look at some of the illusions we create and to define those for ourselves along the way to not just repeat what others have told us as being correct and true, but for all people to really have the courage to seek their own truths, have their own life experiences, and to not be afraid to fully discover life.

    Are we just playing a role? Are we living our own lives?

    How does your truth set you free?


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