Era of the Goddess

The Goddess stood there, in pure grace and divinity amongst the thousands of soldiers. Her hand extended and touched the back of a sunken man, he erected his spine and stood strong. She moved to a small statuted warrior, a woman, no more than nineteen years old with a wirey build and a bronze yet determined face. The goddess kissed her lips softly and held her gaze. The chest of the slight warrior rose full. The goddess used facts and speeches of empowerment to corral her troops. There would be no solider left untouched as the synergy seemed to grow palbable. Her empathy, knowledge, and compassion brought her the power of instilling hope in even the most darkest of times. This was the greatest strength that a divinity could weild and was unmatched in the human world. How blessed was this army, which was woven of the marginalized, the woke and the forgotten. Though weary of their journey, she always came down in one form or another to lift their spirits.

Her beautiful dark skin could turn into a soft tone of music for a person who had to forgo most luxuries to survive. Her silky laughter could turn into a cashmere imagination, giving one the freedom to see beyond their standings and to make plans to rise above. Her magic flowed through the skin of Harriet Tubman, JFK, Martin Luther King Jr., the abolishonists, Maya Angelou, Tupac, and countless others.

She was all that anyone needed, yet the brute, the barbaric, the callous brushed her off. They prayed to another god. They devalued fragility, they dehumanized the unfortunate or disadvantaged, and the defended the status quo tooth and nail. Their instincts came from a time where force and simplicity had parts to play in our evolution. The advancement of thinking, hunting, gathering, and building did not quite register in their mentality. This god, was fear based, he used fear to keep his army alive. When a soldier would whimper, he would whisper words of his greatest insecurity into his ear and the man would stand straight. This god would use misinformation to plague the minds of simple men, women, and people to deter them from seeking freedom. He would walk through the rows and show them the scars of the other army. He would give speeches of fake grandeur so that his army felt of a higher social standing. He would never outright explain that in order to have higher social standings, others have to be lower but they understood his meaning. What some might lack in hate or fear, they would make up for in ignorance ten fold. Those with silver spoons never asked if it was wrong to be fed with luxury when a regular spoon would suffice. Nor, after growing up with comforts would they see any motivation in sharing a blanket. This god used these weaknesses to create an army.

At some point when this world was solidified and the existence of humanity was certain for a set period, traces of both the god and godess could be found in all. Of course the army of the goddess still held a heart mostly full of her teachings but they understood war. Of course the army of the god, still felt frightened but understood their enemies knew compassion.

6,000 years and we still fight to this day. While it feels like the majority have the power, it is in fact a small minority that holds the power. They have used devisive tactics to weaken the rest but fear not, the goddess of hope is ever working. We can lose a battle but still hold ground in the war.

The old world still binds us, whether it is the commonality of languages from the pillaging of counties and continents, whether it's the strength we were given by the brute god, in order to to combat his army, or whether it be the sense of fear that rushes through our veins creating arenaline so we can survive the most dire situations. But the new world propels us, the time for love, compassion, and vulnerability is now. The only was to defuse the wrong doings is to unite and focus on solutions that benefit all. Do not believe the god of fear, one does not need to go without in order for you to have. When we live in a world where we have enough food to for everyone to live and yet a man will starve a country in order to retain power, this is proof in itself that this way of living is wrong. The answer is to reintroduce the goddess into our lives and let her heal us with hope. Lets extend our hand to those in need and kiss the lips of our loved ones. Seek refuge in a good heart. We need to face our insecurities instead of channeling our pain into actions of hate. Fear is of the old world, courage is of the new world. We have the choice to decide which army we fight in and to decide what motivates us to fight at all.

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On Fri, Apr 27, 2018, 12:51 PM Deshana Bennett-Daley, wrote: The Goddess stood there, in pure grace and divinity amongst the thousands of soldiers. Her hand extended and touched the back of a sunken man, he erected his spine and stood strong. She moved to a small statuted warrior, a woman, no more than nineteen years old with a wirey build and a bronze yet determined face. The goddess kissed her lips softly and held her gaze. The chest of the slight warrior rose full. There would be no solider left untouched as the synergy seemed to grow palbable. Her empathy and compassion that brought her the power of instilling hope in even the most darkest of times, were the greatest strengths that a divinity could weild and were unmatched in the human world. How blessed was this army, which was woven of the marginalized, the woke and the forgotten. Though weary of their journey, she always came down in one form or another to lift their spirits.

Her beautiful dark skin could turn into a soft tone of music for a person who had to forgo most luxuries to survive. Her silky laughter could turn into a cashmere imagination, giving one the freedom to see beyond their standings and to make plans to rise above. Her magic flowed through the skin of Harriet Tubman, JFK, Martin Luther King Jr., the abolishonists, Maya Angelou, Tupac, and countless others.

She was all that anyone needed, yet the brute, the barbaric, the callous brushed her off. They prayed to another god. They devalued fragility, they dehumanized the unfortunate or disadvantaged, and the defended the status quo tooth and nail. Their instincts came from a time where force and simplicity had parts to play in our evolution. The advancement of thinking, hunting, gathering, and building did not quite register in their mentality. This god, was fear based, he used fear to keep his army alive. When a soldier would whimper, he would whisper words of insecurity into his ear and the man would stand straight. This god would use misinformation to plague the minds of simple men, women, and people to deter them from seeking freedom. He would walk through the rows and show them the scars of the other army. He would give speeches of fake grandeur so that his army felt of a higher social standing. He would never outright explain that in order to have higher social standings, others have to be lower but they understood his meaning. What some might lack in hate or fear, they would make up for in ignorance ten fold. Those with silver spoons never asked if it was wrong to be fed with luxury when a regular spoon would suffice. Nor, after growing up with comforts would they see any motivation in sharing a blanket. This god used these weaknesses to create an army.

At some point when this world was solidified and the existence of humanity was certain for a set period, traces of both the god and godess could be found in all. Of course the army of the goddess still held a heart mostly full of her teachings but they understood war. Of course the army of the god, still felt frightened but understood their enemies knew compassion.

6,000 years and we still fight to this day. While it feels like the majority have the power, it is in fact a small minority that holds the power. They have used devisive tactics to weaken the rest but fear not, the goddess of hope is ever working. We can lose a battle but still hold ground in the war.

The old world still binds us, whether it is the commonality of languages from the pillaging of counties and continents, whether it's the strength we were given by the brute god, in order to to combat his army, or whether it be the sense of fear that rushes through our veins creating arenaline so we can survive the most dire situations. But the new world propels us, the time for love, compassion, and vulnerability is now. The only was to defuse the wrong doings is to unite and focus on solutions that benefit all. Do not believe the god of fear, one does not need to go without in order for you to have. When we live in a world where we have enough food to for everyone to live and yet a man will starve a country in order to retain power, this is proof in itself that this way of living is wrong. The answer is to reintroduce the goddess into our lives and let her heal us with hope. Lets extend our hand to those in need and kiss the lips of our loved ones. Seek refuge in a good heart. We need to face our insecurities instead of channeling our pain into actions of hate. Fear is of the old world, courage is of the new world. We have the choice to decide which army we fight in and to decide what motivates us to fight at all.