Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The Crone: Light of the Sun, Dark of the Moon




The Crone: Light of the Sun, Dark of the Moon

            “The Crone...has gained control of the sacred fire...she keeps  the inner fire burning.” (1)

She is the Grandmother, the Healer, the Wisewoman; she has seen much and has done many things. Once she was revered for her experience and wisdom.  She is who all women aspire to and many women have the opportunity to become. Yet she is often ignored, abandoned and even despised by mainstream North American society, a legacy we have inherited from a misogynistic world view, relentlessly evolved over the last 5000 years.

The Crone is an archetype of the very ancient Solar Feminine expression, she who is the ‘eternal flame,’ she who is known as Great-Aunt Tiger of Korea, China, Siberia; Amaterasu of Japan; Hathor/Sekhmet of Egypt; Saule of the Baltic Sea region; Sunnu of the Northern European countries; Maidu of Southwestern America; Seqinek of the Inuit, and many other names; she who shines for all. She reminds us all that we each embody our own star as individuality, personal identity and “life purpose.” Our “lights” may become obscured but we cannot extinguish them.

Her icons and symbols include the mirror, the well, the wheel (or spinning wheel) the sacred tree of heaven, the tiger and the cave. Every time you look into a mirror and see your own reflection, it is a reverent prayer to her.

As guardian or purveyor of wisdom, the Goddess Sophia is her representative, the Divine Feminine of biblical, gnostic and the apocryphal philosophic traditions, the World Soul.

Also, she is the personification of memory, Mnemosyne, the first Muse of Greek mythology, perhaps simply because she has something to remember! Patriarchy under the guise of Apollo, (who appropriated the domain of the arts from Athene), split her into a multitude of aspects to limit her power, though she retained the power of inspiration in all her phases.  Grandmother Mnemosyne became first three, then nine or even twelve different Muses, all ultimately under the authority of Apollo. (2)

The Crone fell increasingly into disfavor as the Classical Greek concept of woman-as-property spread, having outgrown her usefulness as a baby-making machine, her body becoming less resilient and therefore less able to perform physical labor, her intrinsic human value was easy to overlook, especially if she was silenced as, indeed, often she was.  Qualities attributed to her via her Goddesses were appropriated by representatives of her male descendants: Chronos, lord of time and matter, (a reflection of Maya, she who weaves the fabric of the material realms) and the perpetually-young Apollo, the Sun God who seized dominion over art, song, poetry, medicine, oracles etc., are but two.

Yet it is the defiantly un-silenced voice of the Crone and her fearless activity in the service of her daughters, granddaughters and ultimately women everywhere which reminds us of our ever-present link to her through all women who have gone before. She is no less important to men, as she birthed them all, and we now see how society’s disparagement of her has transmigrated and is being perpetrated against her male counterpart, the “elderly gentleman.”

            “In the beginning, woman really was the sun. She was a true person. Now woman is the moon, she depends on others for her life and reflects the light of others....”(3)

Research shows that in cultures which recognized a female solar deity, the moon was usually considered male, with the exception of the Celts who recognized both lights as being female in nature. (Lugh of the Long Arm represented the light of the summer months, or the sun's rays.)  Because of this, it is possible that other cultures may also have recognized the sun and moon both as aspects of the feminine. Perhaps it was in someone’s interest of “balance” that so many records have reached us which show the sun and moon to be of opposite genders.


The Greeks recognized Hestia, virgin Goddess of the central hearth and keeper of the sacred eternal flame, as the most esteemed of their pantheon. While the Classical myths tell us that it was Zeus who gave her status (..”seated in the midst of the celestial dwelling-place(4) she receives the richest part of sacrifices, and among men she is of all the deities the most venerated...”) (5), in truth Hestia’s story and status predates Classical times, as do the stories of many other Goddesses of Greece. Oaths sworn on Hestia’s name were considered inviolate and all important documents were signed within her temple. She was the fire in the centre of the earth, according to Pythagoras (6), and as such represents that part of the sun which broke away to become our planet.  She sought “refuge” from marriage, having been courted by both Poseidon  and Apollo, who may well have taken her place as a solar deity, seeking to submerge her matrilineal (solar) culture through “marriage,” such as was accomplished by Zeus through his “marriage” to Hera.

Regardless of whether or not the pre-Classical Greeks considered Hestia a solar deity, they certainly seemed to regard the moon as female and three-fold, the Triple Goddess.

The Triple Goddess can be seen to represent three phases of a woman’s life, those of maiden, mother and crone.  In the Greek pantheon, Artemis is representative of the maiden aspect or waxing (growing) moon, Selene is the mother or full moon and Hecate is the crone aspect, the waning (shrinking) moon, though apparently Classical Hecate was never artistically represented as an old woman, only as a mature one with great influence. Together they form the life cycle of birth, death and rebirth.

Hecate herself pre-dates the Classical period of Greece and is possibly of Thracian (7) or Egyptian (8) origin. A pre-Olympian deity, i.e., existing before the introduction of Zeus and his contemporaries, she is equal in power to Zeus himself, the only Goddess so recognized. “Hecate is...connected with the feminine in independence from the masculine...the Artemis-Hecate Archetype was rather feared by the patriarchs because, if pursued by women, it could lead to their developing a sense of an independence from the masculine...”(9)

Originally a Triple Goddess in her own right, she is said to have had dominion over the heavens, the earth and the underworld until, in Classical times she came to be identified only with her Underworld aspect and the darkening moon.  She is Guardian of the Three-Way Crossroads (Hecate Trevia or Trivia), keeper of the secrets of magic, sorcery and divination, queen of the night, mistress of the mysteries - birth, life and death. Roaming the night with her hounds, flaming torch in had, she has the power to grant wealth and blessings or to withhold these at her discretion.  Her familiars are the dog, serpent and horse and she is sometimes said to be three-headed, each head one of her animals.  Her symbols are the key, the scourge and the dagger.

Her Egyptian origins derive her from the midwife Goddess Hekt, Hakit, Hequit, Heket or Hekat. She is said to have assisted at the birth of the sun each morning. Her familiar is the frog, which is still associated with both the Crone and the wisewomen called Witches, and is representative of the fetus as the promise and symbol of rebirth. Like her Indian counterpart, Kali-ma (who was also once herself a Triple Goddess until the introduction of the patriarchal philosophy of Hinduism), Hecate is associated with the end of life and is responsible for the Underworld journey which results in the soul’s ultimate reincarnation.

“Hekate is the goddess of all composting materials as her gift of fertility from the underworld.  From death and decomposition come the fertile substance that ensures and vitalizes new life. In her emanation as age, change, deterioration, decay, and death, she finds the seeds for new life in the composting heap of decomposing forms.”(10)

Every woman knows this process intimately as her own menstrual cycle.  When menstruation ceases, as we ourselves become crones, the power inherent in the blood is said to be retained, resulting in wisdom.
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During the Middle Ages, as the (misogynistic) influence of the Christian Church increased, (and the power of women was further deteriorated), Hecate became known as the Queen of the Witches and was said to enter into the bodies of those women accused of being practitioners of the “Craft of the Wise.” As women became more oppressed, Hecate became more feared and despised, demonized and relegated to the underworld of human consciousness, the unconscious realms.

There she awaits us with her hounds, her torch in hand, to guide us to the riches of our own power and potential which lie buried within each of us, our birthright.  As we respect those who have gone before us, we welcome her. As we disabuse ourselves of the fear of ageing, we free her to show us the way. As we assume our own power and wisdom, we embody her in the service of all humanity.

Blessed be

Copyright, 1995, 2001, Jessica North-O’Connell
           
 NOTES:
(1)   Vicki Noble, Motherpeace, cited by Ffiona Morgan, Wild Witches Don't Get the Blues, Rio Nido, Daughters of the Moon Publishing, 1991, p. 116
(2)   Dawn Kolokithas, “The Mother of Memory,” Gnosis: A Journal of the Western Inner Traditions, Fall, 1989, p. 40
(3)   Hiratsuka Raicho, The Hidden Sun, cited by Patricia Monaghan, O, Mother Sun!, Freedom, The Crossing Press, 1994, p. 9
(4)   emphasis mine
(5)   Robert Graves, ed., New Larousse Encyclopedia of Mythology, Toronto, Hamlyn, 1982, p.136
(6)   Barbara G. Walker, The Woman's Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets, San Francisco, Harpoer & Row, 1983, p. 400
(7)   Patricia Monaghan, Goddesses and Heroines, St. Paul, Llewellyn Publications, 1990, pp. 148-149
(8)   Walker, pp. 378-379
(9)   Adam McLean, The Triple Goddess: An Exploration of the Archetypal Feminine, Grand Rapids, Phanes Press, 1989, p. 68
(10)  Demetra George, Mysteries of the Dark Moon: The Healing Power of the Dark Goddess, San Francisco, HarperSanFrancisco, 1992, p, 146

Time and Return



Time.

In our idea of reality, a construct…It enables us to “manage” our three-dimensional experience.

Time flies.

Contrary to the maxim, it speeds along even when we’re not “having fun,” gathering momentum as the numbers accumulate on our chronological age. 

It has been three years since my last entry here. The passage of this time has, packed into it, what feels like a lifetime of experiences: more courses, more learning, more teaching, more new people, more thoughts, more insights, more surprises. 

 The “biggie” was the passing of my beloved son, or as we are saying here, his “stepping out into his greater self.” Nonetheless, it turned my world upside down, especially watching the effects his departure has had on the rest of our family, the loss of a second sibling and child. The emotional body is an outcropping of the physical, and the physical craves its own… we miss him, as we continue to miss his sister who departed ten years previously. The craving for their physical presence never goes away…

Zachariah was 37 years old when he succumbed to lung cancer and journeyed on as a “body without organs,” a term he used in a philosophy essay of which he was particularly proud. His sister, Vanessa, was eighteen when she “stepped out”…

It is said that we all come with our own expiration dates already in place from the moment we are conceived. I’m inclined to believe that;  I once “saved” a fruit fly from drowning, only to inadvertently blow it back into a puddle of water  a minute later (as I was attempting to dry it off), thus guaranteeing its demise.

Zach was already deciding upon the nature of his own death when he was three years old. Vanessa told me repeatedly as a little girl that she did not want to grow up, that she wanted to remain my little girl forever

But Time goes on, and our time on this planet is truly short, even if we manage to journey here for a hundred years, a blip in the history of our own little world. How many years has it taken this beautiful quartz crystal, one of my new “companions,” to assume its size and shape? How does its growth compare to my own growth and ultimate lifespan, whatever that may turn out to be? 

Time is a comparative and personal experience.

So, best get on with it before the sand (or breath) runs out.

I’m baaaaack…