The Seduction Of The Goddess

It seams that I have been fascinated with the goddess for many years now. At first I thought she was sort of a muse for my paintings, but now I thing she has turned into a constant companion that won’t leave, and she enters my dreams and imagination.

The goddess has become not only an inspiration for my art, but also the heroin of stories that weave in and out of my life. She has become an influential presence and guide. As I learn more about her in her many facets and stories, I am amazed at how much she reminds me of the life struggles I personally went through or how I reflect her influence on the outcome.

I finally decided that she is here to stay with me and I have to keep uncovering the layers that keep hidden in her mystery.

At first I have become familiar with her archetypes in Greek and roman mythology, then Egypt, but in further inspection I finally encountered Innana, or Ishtar from Mesopotamia, She was worshiped over 6 thousands of years ago in Mesopotamia as the Goddess of love, fertility and war. She had it all – looks, guts, glory and possessions . The world was at her beck and call. She might have been despised and venerated. She thought that no one would refuse her, even the King Gilgamesh, but he did. Gilgamesh was on his own journey of self discovery, and she was not part of the plan any more. From my perspective, Gilgamesh represented the new arriving patriarchal system that would dismiss the divine feminine. And the result of this was spinning Innana out of balance, that eventually propelled her to embark on a journey into the underworld of self discovery. While there, she was stripped of all her adornments, material gifts and possessions, and hung up on the meat hook to die. That is what it’s suppose to feel like when you descent into the dark night of the soul, but would you expect this kind of a treatment from your own sister? Maybe she was just trying to see, if there is any courage left in her to survive this. It was just tough love.

From the rest of the story we can learn, that if we can somehow make it back up from this dark place or are rescued, as she was, we might realize that the companions we have kept until that point are no longer worthy of our attention. We might even take some hard measures to cut some old ties or outline new boundaries. Our new life begins, but the dark stays as a reminder that the journey is not always up. Our fabric of life is woven into a pattern of ups and downs.

I have done quite a bit of soul searching this past winter and stepped away from things that held me back or I deemed unnecessary. I have turned to the wisdom of the goddess to show me a new way of being, or some way to take me out f the confused state I was finding myself in. I think it worked. I was able to move out of a place that was no longer working and into a new environment that was supporting the vision of my future self. I stayed true to goddess teachings and kept uncovering new layers to weave through my existence. And so, no wonder that she crept her way into my dreams and subconscious creativity. I always trusted her intuition, because I have learned in the end, she is always the wise one, albeit, not always the smart one.

9 years ago, I have become a member of Heartful Soul Artist’s Collective , which is a collective of artist that meet once a month to offer their art for sale. This month we are celebrating our momentous landmark in existence with and event called Celebration. You can join in the special opening in OFaAuction.com April 1st, for two days or on Facebook in The HeartfulSoulArtistCollective .