I think you know me well.

I am the dark goddess

kali, hecate, lilith, morrigan, ereshkigal.

These faces of the feminine are much less easily acceptable than those of

Aphrodite the Goddess of Love or Demeter the Great Mother. But it is in the

energy of the dark goddesses that a vast store of feminine power lies.

kali is the creator and the destroyer. She is depicted as one who cuts off the

heads of men. Scary stuff! But this is a symbolic representation, it is not

actually their Life she is after, simply their Ego.

The dark goddess lives in us all. Often suppressed and denied she will

eventually leak out in hostility and sarcasm, with sly cutting digs, nagging,

gossip and put downs. She reveals herself at her most ugly in our closest

relationships. Liz Taylor in "Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolfe" plays her out

admirably. Jung calls her the 'animus suppressed'. She is everything that nice

girls are not. Suppressed too far she turns her destructive energy inwards and

creates depression and disease.

The energy of the dark goddess brews and bubbles in the belly. Suppressing her

simply adds bite to her words when they do manage to escape. If the energy of

fermentation in a bottle of rich wine starts to become more than the cork can

contain the wine will ooze out. If we ignore this and shove the cork back down

harder the build up will become greater and next time the leaks will become

spurts. Finally the pressure will shoot the cork off completely and the

precious liquid will be lost. This is the path of denial, of refusing to

acknowledge the truth that needs to be spoken. The alternative is to

appreciate that bottle, to nurture the rich gift that is brewing, turn it and

tend to it and to choose when the cork should be removed and the sweet dark

flavour be offered to the world.

Accepted and celebrated the dark goddesses give us the strength to overcome

the fear of rejection and to dare to stand in our truth and tell it how we see

it. This is an enormously empowering experience.