The Mother Goddess is not a feminist!!!
- Or the cosmic birth room genderbattle
There are these new-wave feminist witch circles where the "Mother Goddess" is almost some kind of cool spiritual superhero: a bit Wonder Woman, a bit Marie Kondo, a bit Michelle Obama, and all the while fully Instagram-compatible. That she's finally cleaning up the men's world, cleaning up the patriarchal dust and recycling toxic masculinity in a female community garden. Every woman is a goddess, the colourful posts proclaim, and every man is a prospective course participant or at least a penitent puppet who will learn his place in the sacred menstrual tent.
Except that the Godmother is not the least bit feminist. In fact, if there's anyone who looks down from her own karmic hand-tied macramé swing and scratches her head in bewilderment at the 21st century female self-revolution, it's her. Because the Mother Goddess is not a hashtag, not an empowerment meme, not a rights organisation or coach-branding - but the inherent, cosmic logistical centre of existence, where every man, woman, child and self-proclaimed genderfluid TikTok-woman is just a temporary guest in the big buffet of existence.
The Mother Goddess doesn't fight for quotas, doesn't stick a banner in front of the assembly, doesn't post about how patriarchal sunsets are offensive. Ő śakti - the energy that creates, absorbs, dissolves all contradictions, that does not want to play man, does not want to play woman, in fact: it plays nothing. In the cosmic games, He is the field, the ball, the referee, and all the rule books that exist. He does not protest, he creates and closes worlds, he creates and makes history disappear with a smile, and he does not sign a single petition.
The modern "feminist goddess" cult believes that sacred femininity consists in the fact that all women are finally everything do - all at once, alone, smiling, looking good, preferably for yourself and for everyone else. Except that the Mother Goddess needs no likes, no recognition, no self-improvement courses. She already has everything was, when there was no feminist club card, no Instagram, no wage gap - and no men, just her and the vibrant possibility of creation.
In the tantric tradition, the mother goddess, the Mahāśakti at once gives life and takes it all back, at once cares and destroys, at once mothers and lets go. He does not need a quota: he is the quota, the measure, the achievement and the final conclusion. She is the one from whose bosom the whole universe feeds - while never asking for a man to finally wash up after her, or for the macrocosm to finally be equality.
And, of course, society is explaining, measuring, voting: is the Mother Goddess emancipated enough? Are there enough women in the divine council? Why not? #AnyaGoddess2024? In the midst of the great spiritual redemption, the Mother Goddess is just waving: she solves problems not with a feminist agenda, but with a transcendent consciousness, cosmic love and sometimes a benign destruction. Anyone who understands this knows: she does not compete with men, she does not jockey for position, she does not garner votes, she simply is. She is the eternal ground of existence - and that is that.
Because the Mother Goddess is not a feminist. Nor is she an anti-feminist. Not an influencer, not a coach, not a politician, not an Insta-mom. She's the only one who really knows what it is to give birth, to hold it with love, to let it go in time. All the rest is just civilisational decoration, evolutionary influencing, identity politics shamandobbery. The Mother Goddess, meanwhile, continues to work quietly - at the heart of things, in every man, woman, every life, every death - and in that stew we're not going to eat now anyway because it contains gluten.
For those who don't understand this, feel free to start the next petition, organise a workshop or hold a women's circle: she will still be there, smiling at us as someone who knows something we will never grasp through any gender theory or social narrative.
