LIGHT IS IN THE HOUSE; EASTER IN A SMALL CHURCH, 2017
LIGHT IS IN THE HOUSE: EASTER IN THE CHURCH WITH THE GODDESS.
Linda Mary Montano April 2017
LIGHT IS IN THE HOUSE, Linda Mary Montano, April 2017
Fecundity sat directly in front of me at the pre-Easter’s 2 hour celebration in the local Catholic Church. Though usually a verboten symbiosis, that is: the chance to be turned on and tuned into God, at the same time, I was gifted this waking dream by way of a pagan/non-pagan scenario IN CHURCH. All without my asking. Here is how it happened. I came in all innocence to said Church, preparing to be holy and for a half hour I was that. Holy Girl. I had been sitting still, sitting silent, sitting in listening mode, sitting like a good girl, sitting like a serious Catholic good girl and then the atmosphere electrically changed. Trouble was in the house. I knew it, smelled it, sensed another vibrational frequency as lust itself breezed up the aisle and slid into the seat in front of me. How did I know it was a visit from the goddess of bunny love? Who else has hair swaying in sync-time with a 45 year old peasant body dressed in breezy-vintage but not really vintage clothes; clothes happily shaking with fevered nearness to her love handled flesh. Who else emits sparks of vaporous clouds of pleasure? Who else turns on lights without lamps? Who else perfumes their presence without essential oils? It was the goddess-friend of Mother Mary IN THE CATHOLIC CHURCH! A very oy challenge for me!
” Some scholars have linked customs and imagery involving hares to Ēostre and the Norse goddess Freyja. Writing in 1972, John Andrew Boyle cites commentary contained within an etymology dictionary by A. Ernout and A. Meillet, where the authors write that “Little else […] is known about [Ēostre], but it has been suggested that her lights, as goddess of the dawn, were carried by hares. And she certainly represented spring fecundity, and love and carnal pleasure that leads to fecundity.” Wikipedia
There she was, sitting directly in front of me. Frozen in appreciation and not inspired to move to an aisle 50 yards away, I had no choice but to endure her mini workshop in Tantra 101 titled: How To Feel Fabulous and Fecund at All Times, Especially in Church; a class she eventually co-taught because after 5 minutes of my enjoying a private visible darshan ( holy visit) with her, a foot shorter husband/partner appeared and as if perpetually pumped by her presence, slid into the seat next to her. OK folks, let the show begin!
” Sexual desire may be the “single most common sexual event in the lives of men and women”. Sexual desire is a subjective feeling state that can “be triggered by both internal and external cues, and that may or may not result in overt sexual behavior”. Sexual desire can be aroused through imagination and sexual fantasies, or perceiving an individual who one finds attractive. Sexual desire is also created and amplified through sexual tension, which is caused by sexual desire that has yet to be consummated. ” Wikipedia
OK, we were in Church, the Roman Catholic Church, but she couldn’t keep her hands, her hair, her big body, her pulsating hips, again her hair, her lips OFF OF HIM. He responded with strongly controlled and unseen signals of ,”I can’t wait either,” orchestrated by his tightly muscled ass; his ass, a witness to unabashed nights, days and years of thrust, into her largess. This ass and asshole didn’t flinch or give signals of response that I could see, because I secretly watched for butt clenches through his tight going to church clean pants. Nothing he did gave away apparent response to her mare-ish need for sex, sex NOW! Egg-banging sex. In fact his nothing was food for her something. His nothing absorbed her over abundance of desire, enough for the two of them. His nothing buttressed her side body slams when the choir sang HALLELUIAH, his nothing became the canvas for her head bangs into his neck, his nothing was a firm gate, allowing her arms to be flung around him time after time and in view of the probably inwardly panting clergy a few feet away. They see everything even though they don’t act like they do. Let me assure you, I know about this.
My croned face, tempered by age and regret that I was never invited up to/into the altar to co-celebrate knew that this woman in front of me was speaking for all women. Definitely for me! She shouted silently and symbolically into the air that she was a human neon sign signaling, “See here boys? You don’t want us on the altar? Well guess what you stinkholed-misogonists, we’re here in all our egg laying glory. And we aren’t going away. “
“Christians generally regard Easter as the most important festival of the ecclesiastical calendar. It is also the oldest feast of the Christian Church, and connected to the Jewish Passover. Many terms relating to Easter, such as paschal are derived from the Hebrew term for passover. In many non-English speaking countries the feast is called by some derivation of “pasch”. The English term, according to the Venerable Bede, is an Anglo-Saxon form relating to Ēostre, a Teutonic goddess of the rising light of day and spring.” Wikipedia