Hekate, Lilith, Kali, Woman Pt ll (Photography Artwork)
Writings :: Marilyn Monroe. Cleopatra. Amera Ziganii Rao
It's Marylin Monroe. Marilyn Monroe and Arthur Miller combined. That is the whole woman and I'll truly, happily be damned, if marriage means I am not allowed to be anything I damn well choose to be. Motherfuckers of evil. How fucking dare you. How dare you continue to kill me like the High Priestesses the first fathers got you to kill. Women like me, always find out. We always remember. And men are about to grow into themselves for the first time since Lemuria. It's not their fault. The story of why it happened is another story to be told. And believe me, I am going to tell it. The issue first, is their education and their humbling. Seeing whether they are even fit to be with. The truth is out. The heart has been smashed and broken. The conscious murder of their past can continue, layer by layer. Getting them to kill Darth Vader and the teachings of the motherfucking tribe. So they can find out why women always end up hating them. They want to know. And we want to be with them. There is hope. Tentative, tenuous and fragile. But there is hope.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
You can't own me. You can only possess me. Women like me aren't for sale. You are a poor fool and you've practically lost me.
The archetype and the stereotype even of men and women of the toilet world. Anthony and Cleopatra. The man and the goddess. In a man's world. Darcy in Egypt and Rochester in Roman clothing. Anthony and Cleopatra. Nothing has changed.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 201l
A man with money fools a woman even more, because he appears to want to take care of her. It turns out he just wants her at home. Hijabed, out of sight, and preferably, bare foot and pregnant. So she can be all for him. So she can always be there. Daddy taught him that if he went out and earnt the money, she would worship him and be happy for any scraps of affection or pocket money he throws her way. So a hunter before marriage, she is suddenly expected to cull that side of her completely. All for La Familia. The whole idea that she is too powerful for him is a lie. It's not power. A poorer man will tell her to go out to work. She will be expected to cook, clean and bring home bread too. It's not about power. It's about vocation and more power. His career is supposed to come first. He is supposed to come first and she is supposed to support him.
That is the same drive that moves a father to tell his well educated daughter that she is not really very good at anything. And that it would be preferable if she goes out and does a secondary sort of support job. He sincerely believes it. Not because of her talents or lack of talents. But because he knows that no man is going to want her if she is as powerful as she is. So he feels he is doing her a favour by keeping her down, keeping her secondary. Teaching her how to be a wife. It's his duty after all, as a father. The poor misguided harbinger of evil.
And for the daughter, she sees her father turn on her in the same way he turned on her mother. And she has watched a mother frustrated and unsatisfied because he expected her to be a mother with a secondary type job instead of the career she had been educated for. He suddenly wants her to shut up, even though he married her for her mind, as much as her body. Her vibrant and warm and passionate personality. Suddenly, it's not needed anymore. And life is suddenly called obedience. The sinister subconscious control that means a father will first, for years, push his daughter like he pushes his son. Until the mysterious, marriageable age. Then, all of a sudden, she is stupid and foolish and most of all, difficult - their favourite word - for wanting to pursue her ambitions. It's all suddenly pie in the sky, instead of real pragmatic ambition.
The subconscious drive to make her a wife is to take away her power, after letting her play with the boys, for what turns out to be a short out take in a female's life. She has been allowed to spread her wings, by supposedly tolerant fathers, and now she has to take responsibility for being a woman. So she leaves that offer, moves out of the home and is ostracised instead. Valiantly, she stands alone and does her own thing and then she meets male bosses who treat her with the same patriarchal subconscious drive to make her a wife. While she is lost, broken, confused and weak.
And then she meets her man. Wealthy and appearing to be so kind and good, because he appears to want to take care of her. And then she finds out the truly, unsurpassably, horrendous truth. That he wants her barefoot in the house with no job. He's loved her for her power, he's attracted to her first, because of her intelligence and beauty and dynamism, and then he expects her to actually give up her life, give up her career, out of her love for him. THAT is not love. That is not even human. The Beast is suddenly lying in bed next to her. Her man has gone.
If a woman has to choose to give up her career in 2011, in the Western World, to a European man, because he is gracing her with his love, his care and his providing, there is absolutely no cultural difference anywhere. Taliban or not, the patriarchal toilet tribe, man is alive and well. He wants an intelligent, accomplished bride who will entertain him at home. So it's back to the accomplished bride. If she wants to work, she can do a part time job, what's the problem with that? But to 'let' her actually have her career? How selfish of her, how cruel of her and how ugly of her. That is not love. If a man tells a woman to give up her career, either by her doing a part time job that is not her profession or by not wanting her to work at all, that is not love. If a man grunts and tells her she does not need him if she loves her work so much and makes a lot of money, that is not love. If he doesn't want to hear her news of the day, as she lets him speak his, that is not love. That is dehumanising, violating and neglecting, whatever you want to call it. Most people call it tradition. Am I the only one in shock, that tradition means the death of a woman as anything but a womb, servant, nurse and carer? I hope that always shocks me. Otherwise, I'll know I am dead. Nothing has changed.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
Get out there and make that career into a vocation and make it big, big and big. Because that is not love. Daddy has to die. Then a man may suddenly remember that his sister was as intelligent as him and that she was entitled to a life and to be a hunter, just like him. Then, he can love and then, he deserves you, me, us back. Until then, enjoy your work and make that journey back to Lemuria. Back to unity, back to a place, where Darth Vader is dead and a woman is allowed to be loved, even though she has the audacity to have vocation.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
Love with a man on Earth does exist, but I see now, that it is the most elusive Utopia that any woman or man could ever imagine. A Utopia that the smallest handful of women in the whole history of the past six or seven thousand years, has ever experienced. Love, truly is a legend.
Until a man can love me truly, I reject all togetherness or companionship with a man, marriage with a man, and anything to do with the patriarchal toilet tribe society of this appalling world of non love and soulless family. I will never ever debate the issue of Hekate, Lilith or Kali - the whole, vocational, tomboy, lad woman - ever again with a man. Take it or leave it, I do not care. That is me done.
I accept the broken heart of pre-true love and run with the wolves on Earth instead. For me, now, a man does not just have to leave behind six plus, thousand years of tribe conditioning, he does not have to just accept and tolerate my wholeness, my vocational self, my high priestess self, my lad self, my hunter self, my wolf self, he has to actively, enthusiastically, viscerally and financially and emotionally support it. Worry about it, help it and work with me on it. Nothing less. I deserve nothing less, because I give nothing less.
And he has to do it, because I am woman and the world owes me. What is dismissed as positive discrimination. That has to take place in any home I share with a man. I am owed six thousand years of patriarchal rape, pillage, violation and humiliation, ostracisation and murder. Yes, the world owes me. Forgiveness is not the issue. I am forgiveness, for even looking at a man ever again. For even giving the re-programmed tribe misogynist male, the time of day. My memories hurt. Every woman's memories hurt. And that is just in this one life, let alone the Jung defined collective unconscious of female on this awful planet.
The issue is not forgiveness or grace. The issue is, what comes next. How does a man make amends for the way he has shit on women his whole life? He loves, enthusiastically, viscerally and supportively. This is not just an issue of tolerance. This is his redemption, this is his atonement and joyous transformation. This is not a favour to me. This is for him as much as it is for me. A woman's spiritual journey of self discovery is into the inner heart. A man's is into the heart at all. The patriarchal reared man has no heart. And that is generic, without cultural borders and certainly across every single religion that exists in the world. Poison that is being exorcised from a man. Supporting a woman is his redemption too.
I see the way men in general, look at me now. The usual generous, albeit conditioned killers, admire me just as they always have. But the fathers, the grandfathers and the uncles. They look at me as if I am a threat to their little girls and boys. They are right.
I am the greatest threat to the patriarchal toilet tribe civilisation (I use that word loosely) since the beginning of time. I am Hekate, Lilith, and Kali. I am the Dark Angel of Truth and I will have my vengeance on this Earth. It is called Justice. The Justice of True Love.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
An esoteric scholar is a High Priestess. An intellectual, a sage and an artist. That is essentially a High Priestess, from the times of the ancients. Before the killings. The truth of what are witches and wizards and sorcerers. Those who work from the Source, those who work in the mind, those who touch the frontiers of the Soul. Those who work with imagination. Feelings, passion, heart and the elements that can soothe the human heart. Healers, mystics and the wise. So what is the difference between culling a woman's independence and greatness outside the domestic arena and bedroom today, and killing a High Priestess and moving into the temples and taking over esoteric/spiritual work from women, as is what happened during the patriarchal take over thousands of years ago? Nothing. There is no difference. Absolutely no difference at all. Nothing has changed. And how can it? The patriachal toilet tribe society still has us in bondage. All of us.
I now know why Marilyn Monroe, Virginia Woolf and Sylvia Plath, to name a very few, became so desperate as to kill themselves. I now know. And it is not pretty. Miraculously, I have survived.
Men are programmed to want women without vocation. It's what they call a wife. So, until a man and indeed the man I love can re-programme his stupid, traditional, patriarchal evil mind, (ego), he can sing for my love and myself. I will never debate this ridiculous area ever again in my life and I will never compromise my vocational self for him or anyone ever again in this toilet of a disgusting world.
To take Samuel Beckett out of context, 'Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile'.
If I have to be ostracised and rejected and neglected, for having the audacity to be whole, fuck it. And fuck off. I dedicate myself to the study of Soul, Divinity and the world and the heart and love my own body instead. Take care of my body, sex my body and love my body and Soul and heart and mind myself. I am 46 years old and will not get one day older, trying to be a bride.
If the choice today, is that a woman can be either a High Priestess or a wife, I know and you know what I choose. I choose myself. And the choice is just that. Six thousand years on, it is the same choice. Polite society calls it the whore and madonna. It is actually the separation of vocation and domestic employment. The High Priestess or the wife. They call us mistresses. They can. I call it, the High Priestess. Those, even more in the know, call me the Sacred Prostitute, the Sacred Whore, the Goddess.
The future of the world belongs to women like me. And we will take your boys and men and we will heal them, eventually. Love does conquor all, however long it takes. Because love is God.
I am the greatest threat to the patriarchal toilet tribe civilisation (I use that word loosely) since the beginning of time. I am Hekate, Lilith, and Kali. I am the Dark Angel of Truth and I will have my vengeance on this Earth. It is called Justice. The Justice of True Love.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 201l
Those who live by the heart and through the sex of the soul and those who live by the absence of the heart and with no respect for either sex or the soul. The true tribe and the false tribe.
To be liberated from falseness, you have to acknowledge the full horror of non existence that living by the absence of the heart creates and you have to feel your passport to the true tribe.
And once feeling it you have to value it. Otherwise you stay plugged in forever.
My passport to truth was that I just didn't fit in - literally and figuratively. And that trying to fit in almost killed me.
And so I left polite society. With its thirst for power, contempt for humanity, its bigotry, its eurocentric shallowness of bodyfacism and its material greed.
And, oh yes, its hatred for woman. The body of a woman. The sex of the soul and the humanity of the heart.
Where patriarchal domestication means that a woman still believes in the hearth and home, more than she values the sanctity of sex and the independence of the human spirit.
Where patriarchal domestication and enslavement means a man can only believe in the sexless tribe, rather than the sanctity of sex and the independence of the human spirit. And indeed sexual love.
The polite society that breeds a pack of cowards through the greatest, most effective, most matrix entrenched, form of human control on the planet. The Stepford society.
There are but two tribes in the world.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2007
Other Links
Female Achievement. Amera Ziganii Rao
http://ameraziganiirao.blogspot.com/2011/06/female-achievement-amera-ziganii-rao.html
Marilyn Monroe. Amera Ziganii Rao
http://ameraziganiirao.blogspot.com/2011/06/marilyn-monroe-amera-ziganii-rao.html
The Return to Eden. The Seminal Struggle for Power in Love. Amera Ziganii Rao
http://ameraziganiirao.blogspot.com/2011/04/return-to-eden-seminal-struggle-for.html
A Gentleman Come Late. Amera Ziganii Rao
http://ameraziganiirao.blogspot.com/2011/04/gentleman-come-late-amera-ziganii-rao.html
Vivien Leigh. A Beauty of Depth. Amera Ziganii Rao
http://ameraziganiirao.blogspot.com/2011/06/vivien-leigh-beauty-of-depth-amera.html
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