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Don’t Have a Supreme Being, Don’t Want One, Don’t Need One.I wish I believed in a huge ginormous, powerful God (of any gender). I want a Deity with some smiting mojo.
I want a God that actually does SOMETHING. That I can see, take a picture of, poke with a sharp stick. And I’m not talking about Mary on a piece of freakin’ toast.
If I had to twist myself to believe in a “higher power”, well, make my God a Goddess.
Women know how to spank the unruly, lick a thumb to rub out a smudge on a child’s face. Women know how to deal with leaky bodies. Vomit, pus, blood, poop, pee, ear wax, and motes in eyes. Women know how to clean, and when to clean. Women know how to laugh. Deep, full, belly fat shaking laughter. Can Yaweh do that? No, didn’t think so.
The classic God’s laugh seems to sound more like sarcasm. Snarky snickering, behind a clenched fist. A Snidely Whiplash kind of laugh. Like we’re being laughed AT.
A biblical God, doesn’t do a DAMN thing! He asks someone else to do it. Can’t seem to get his masculine ass off the sofa. Sends down 10 simple, easy to follow instructions, then lets human men twist ‘em until there is no making sense of it, Then he goes fishing or something. God only knows what He’s up to. But he certainly is NOT paying attention.
Give me a Goddess who is a plant, or some dirt, or water, or air, or a tree. A tree that grows food to eat, and cleans the air. Give me a Goddess with huge boobalas, so when I need to cry, all that needs doing is a welcoming gesture, a bit of cuddle, and a stroke or two on my old thinning hair. A warm, fresh from the dryer, down pillow feels remarkable like Goddess boobs oughta feel, don’t cha think?
You can have your Old Testament God with all that useless anger, hate, and destructive power. Knock yourself out. Go ahead, hang your life on good ‘ole Jehovah. Now there’s a God who knows how to punish his most faithful.
Oh, by the way, you can have your sacrificial lamb too. I’ve read that He came down to save us all, He suffered so that we may be saved. Um, how’s that working out for ya? ME? Not so much. As a matter of true, verifiable, (I have the pictures) fact,
Sheesh, He hasn’t saved a freakin’ thing. He came not to change the law but to fulfill it., and we’re still waiting. Waiting…. Still waiting… um, change we can believe in? Waiting… waiting… And just what is he supposed to save us from? His DAD?????
Oh, and if I absolutely HAVE to eat some God flesh and blood, well, I’d rather it was the Goddess kind. I can imagine that it would taste something like apples. Or tuna.
Let me have a Goddess that I can picture stamping her foot and shaking the San Andres Fault. A Goddess whose every gaze, touch, song, and tear is manifested, visibly in our world.
If I needed an almighty (and I don’t, thank you very much) I want to imagine one more like me. A deity that IS me.
A Goddess.
