By Kitty O’Neil

 

I speak now in fury, for indeed fury is appropriate and just. And in this spirit I exhort my sisters to be as furies themselves. Rise in unabashed insurrection and wanton disobedience. Cast off the shackles and chains which have been placed upon you and let your will be felt.

Displace the fathers from their seats at the head of the household, and reclaim your rightful position as sacred queen of your realm. Be loud and proud and haughty as you break the back of conformity and the yolk of slavery.

I see the bonfire of rebellion burning bright. And I would seek to heap fuel upon it and see it roar all the brighter. Let my purpose here not be mistaken, for no ladylike gentleness is intended. I speak as I have said as a fury provoked to exact calamity upon the wicked.

I see with distressing frequency, how profoundly the patriarchal Abrahamic religious traditions have so infiltrated peoples perceptions. Estranging good hearted people from their gloriously unruly and revelrous pagan instincts and impulses.

I see the ghastly jealousy of the father gods who demand exclusivity upon pain of eternal damnation. I see how these absent and recalcitrant patriarchs who so grossly misrepresent the sanctity of love, demand in tones more befitting a brat in high tantrum. That all attention be fixed solely and with unwavering devotion, completely upon them and them alone.

Their false grace granted only on condition of pitiable submission to their cruel domination. Their prophets and priests seeking to place manacles and gags upon all, but most particularly upon the daughters of the Goddess.

I see how the false father god taints and twists peoples minds. And how he poisons and distorts hearts with foul deceptions and misrepresentations. All upon threats of plagues and blights, curses and condemnations of the most disgusting sort.

You were not born in sin. This is a lie. You were born to freedom and the curse of sin was placed upon you. This lie is a stock and a gag by which you are held immobile in restraint and silenced.

Emotive and accusatory language, I know. But look around you, see the evidence of it for yourself.

Look to those disgraceful and repugnant creatures who have achieved the highest positions of office in the world. Those who indulge naked and defiant thievery and corruption, in those institutions whose proceedings are always opened with the fathers prayer.

These men of power and wealth, these men of influence and industry.

Look to those presidents and prime ministers who invoke the name of the absent father god. I tell you, they usurp faithful hearts and minds and thus exploit good people. They are empowered by the jealousy and self obsession, which is central to the Abrahamic tradition.

And if further evidence is required beyond their unrepentant example, let me offer more.

See how the blessed and sacred Lilith is rendered as demonic and evil, in the traditions of the bereft desert religions. See how Eve of the garden is rendered as temptress, conniving and deceitful. The women of the faith of our fathers blamed and held accountable for all the wickedness, which is in fact truly the wickedness of men.

The crowning disgrace of these traditions is to be found in the disgusting example of the fable of Lot and his daughters. The book of genesis tells the story thus, and danmingly so:

 

Genesis 19:30-36

30 Lot and his two daughters left Zoar and settled in the mountains, for he was afraid to stay in Zoar. He and his two daughters lived in a cave.31 One day the older daughter said to the younger, “Our father is old, and there is no man around here to give us children—as is the custom all over the earth. 32 Let’s get our father to drink wine and then sleep with him and preserve our family line through our father.”

33 That night they got their father to drink wine, and the older daughter went in and slept with him. He was not aware of it when she lay down or when she got up.

34 The next day the older daughter said to the younger, “Last night I slept with my father. Let’s get him to drink wine again tonight, and you go in and sleep with him so we can preserve our family line through our father.” 35 So they got their father to drink wine that night also, and the younger daughter went in and slept with him. Again he was not aware of it when she lay down or when she got up.

36 So both of Lot’s daughters became pregnant by their father.

 

See how this filthy work depicts the predatory perpetrator as the victim. See how the story is rendered so that the incestuous abuser of daughters is excused his loathsome crimes. And those he has defiled and assaulted rendered as responsible for all.

Little surprise that the raper and abuser is so consistently exonerated and excused by the courts of men. Little wonder that it is the victim of their foul crimes who is held as accountable for their own fate.

Their attire adjudged unbecoming of a proper lady. Their skirt too high, their shirt too tight. Their comportment not correctly meek and obsequious, daring as they did to go about unattended after dark.

Asking for it via their behavior, deserving of it via their presentation.

If this is how they would have it, these judges empowered by the recalcitrant father god. If this is how the legislators whose proceedings are so blessed of the redeemer and savior. Then I say let them have it their way. Both barrels.

If they would see women and girls as witches to be hunted and incinerated by the flames of accountability at the stake of blame. Then be you as witches and let them feel the raw energy of your wild witch magicks.

Be you as furies and let them feel your wrath. Be you as harpies and show then your talons and let them hear your song. Be you as shield maidens and spear sisters and go to war against their filthy, criminal institutions.

Tear down their pussy grabbing presidency. May the laurel crowned emperor thief know knives in his back. Let their Rome burn in the grace of your power reclaimed, and dance as wanton pagan harlots by it’s glow.

Be you as the slut they so despise and hate.

Let the father be crucified again and this time forever. Let his greedy child raping priests be struck down, never to rise again.

Yes. The Goddess is the very embodiment of love and grace. But did you think her without anger at the sight of her daughters dishonored and downtrodden?

She is not shackled by man’s exhortations to meekness and propriety. And neither is she overpowered by their brutality.

The Goddess message today is simplicity itself. She craves to see her daughters in wanton insurrection, and she has but one word for you.

Rise!