Mythology of the Goddess has a similar effect on me as poetry that I really love. Poetry uses metaphor to draw imaginal connections between different realms. Enough connections like this can literally knit together the fabric of one’s experience of the world. For a coherent sense of one’s place in existence, which I think is central to anyone’s well-being. Contemporary Paganism offers the best sort of poetic experience, the sort that works for me the best.
For example, a book titled The Great Cosmic Mother by Monica Sjöö draws an analogy of the planet Earth and its oceans which were the original habitat of life, and the amniotic fluid of pregnancy which duplicates a warm marine environment to bring forth new life. In a real sense human motherhood replicates the origin of life on Earth. I don’t know what value this insight might have in the realm of hard science. Treated as a poetic metaphor, it offers me a rich sense of interconnection between macrocosm and microcosm–which was also the intent of many religions in ancient times, like Hermeticism or Pythagoreanism.
My faith doesn’t rely on a personification of deity, but sometimes I like to personify the Goddess, again as a poetic metaphor that speaks to me on a deep level. The names of Allat, Cybele, Inanna, Isis, Durga, Kali, Demeter, Hecate and others are connected with these feelings of interconnectedness with the origin of life, and the plainest way to summarize these feelings is to say “Mother Goddess.” These feelings comfort me and make me stronger to deal with the challenges of life, and to feel happy to be alive.
Other times I feel like I’m on my own in the cosmos and it’s entirely up to me what I make of my life. When I feel strong and smart and confident enough to run my life on my own without anyone looking over my shoulder, then I don’t feel the need for a personal deity. The happy, peaceful feeling I get from praying to the Goddess is also found in the vibrant feminine life energy that I feel within me. I really don’t differentiate between my experience of the Goddess as a deity and the feeling of feminine vitality within me.
This is where Tantrism comes in very useful. In Tantrism shakti means both the life energy within you, and the name of the Goddess. In Sanskrit, shakti means ‘power’. Either way I can access this state is fine. Tantric yoga was what brought me to Pagan consciousness and now it’s like a program that’s always running in the background for me.
The arguments of atheists I always read here–the calm, rational atheist arguments, that is–make perfectly good sense to me and it’s easy for me to see from their point of view. I tend to strongly agree with atheists about protesting the abuses that religion inflicts on human beings. I’m very sensitive to the abusiveness institutionalized throughout the world, and I think religions should be held to account for this to a large extent.
Nevertheless, my brain functions in such a way that I live every day in an ongoing religious experience. I take this as a gift, a talent. Other people have other talents, I wound up with this one, so let me enjoy it. It seems that the neurons at certain areas of my brain fire in a way that makes it easy for me to interpret reality in religious terms, and also to enjoy spiritual experiences. Clearly, this is what keeps me from being atheist. I have no problem accepting that other people’s brains don’t work like mine, and it’s fine with me if they’re atheist. I’ve learned a lot from the intelligent atheists here.
Mindful of the cogent atheist arguments, I try to build a religion for myself that won’t perpetrate the abuses I see in other religions. Contemporary Paganism affords the best scope for this. In my community of feminist Witches I’ve seen how a nonhierarchical community can organize itself by consensus, in a completely transparent process that includes everyone. I think it would be beneficial to humanity if this caught on, as an antidote to authoritarianism and its abuses. That’s a big part of why I like being Pagan.
Does that answer your question, Renee? Thanks for asking, it was sweet of you. 