Calling Our Spirits Home: Gateways to Full Consciousness
Chapter One
Signals
Looking back in time, there have been moments in my life when I can tell you exactly where I was and what I was doing and be accurate within a split second. These are moments in time that stretch back years, all the way to my childhood. My guess is that others within my generation share similar remembrances. The causes of my explicit memories were passings of people that the world made famous. Although I had great respect for all of them, it was not the people themselves that froze those moments in time for me. Now I realize that it was the different archetypes they represented and the meaning or signal their deaths gave to me.
I was ten years old and living in Paris with my family. My mother and I were standing in line to see an afternoon matinee, an Elvis Presley movie, when two teenage boys came by and said to us, “Have you heard the news?” My mother answered, “No.” The boys said, “If you haven’t heard, then we won’t tell you.” We went ahead to see the movie, but the boys’ words had set my mother worrying. Her mind imagined a plane crash involving my father, who was away on a business trip. When we got home, she turned on the radio and we heard the news. John F. Kennedy had been assassinated. It was November 22, 1963, and I cried. I think that day signaled the beginning of the ending of my innocence, for I had no idea of a world where leaders could be killed and an era wiped out. It signaled a transition, too, for Americans from the naiveté of Father Knows Best and The Donna Reed Show and ushered in a wake-up call heard clearly around the world in the way of unrest, the Women’s Movement, Civil Rights Movement, and a vibrant explosion on the art scene expressing it all.
For me, another signal came on December 8, 1980, when I got up in the morning and habitually turned on the radio. The news came on and reported that John Lennon had been murdered. At hearing this news, I remember the lurching in my heart and a feeling of profound sadness. When I went to work later, my older co-workers did not seem to understand my devastation. The violence offended my soul, but it was much more than that. Lennon was an icon for a generation that represented immortal youth, peace, freedom, and creative expression. If John Lennon was mortal, then so was I.
In the late afternoon of September 6, 1997, I arrived back in civilization after several days in the wilderness. I spent the evening catching up on mail and making up lost time with my cats, having no intrusion from the outside world. The next morning was Sunday. Following my Sunday habit, I made myself a cup of tea and read the front page of the newspaper. Emblazoned across the top of the page was the banner headline: The World Says Good-bye! Princess Diana and Mother Teresa had made their transitions within days of each other. I was stunned, an emotion shared by a large part of the world. I am not sure when there have been two deaths, positioned so closely together, that have made a greater impact than the passing of these two women of world renown.
Whispers of the Triple Goddess
As I stepped back from the event I was clear as to the reason why their passings made such an impact. These two women represented the archetypes Virgin, Mother, and Crone. From the time that the world knew of Diana, the media tracked her process. She was the maiden, naive and shy looking up at us through her eyelashes. She was not a woman and not quite a girl. She was fresh and budding, looking into the unknown. She was the Virgin.
We watched Diana develop through her difficult station in life. She gave birth and within this role began to give birth to herself. She spread her nurturance and sense of justice to heighten the world’s awareness of injustices. She made sustaining contributions to the world family. She was the Mother.
Mother Teresa gathered wisdom through her years and dispensed guidance and dignifying love. She ministered to the sick and dying. She provided a symbol of hope and eternity. In her aging, she became wizened and her visage genderless, until only her service for the human spirit remained. She was the Crone.
Virgin, Mother, and Crone are the integral parts of the Triple Goddess. Stretching back thirty thousand years, the Great Goddess has been worshipped as the giver of life and the Earth Mother. If the transition of John Lennon signaled for me my own mortality, the passing of Princess Diana and Mother Teresa signal something infinitely farther reaching. The leave-taking of these archetypes of the Triple Goddess set as it was upon the eve of the millennium, signals a strong warning. It prophesies the approaching mortality of Mother Earth and the final expulsion of the Feminine.
Thanks to the work of dedicated archeologists over the past decades, there is now widespread evidence that shows the one-time existence of peoples who worshipped a mother deity. In Old Europe, cave art and artifacts dating from Paleolithic times until approximately seven thousand years ago paid tribute to fertility and abundance in the form of the female with heavy breasts, rounded bellies, and ample hips. What more natural state of affairs than to pay reverence to the Feminine Spirit who birthed us all? Mother Earth as a living, supportive entity played an integral part in Goddess worship. The wider cycles of nature, from the seasons of the year to the mysteries of women’s blood were honored. A natural rhythm existed. The rhythm extended to a partnership between men and women, rather than exclusive Patriarchy or Matriarchy. The genders shared leadership and property, contrary to the succeeding years. At that time, male strength was not the unfortunate foundation for what was to come in the way of various forms of oppression and overt or covert warfare.
The Leave-Taking of Partnerships
Sometime around 5,000 BCE things began to shift. In The Chalice and the Blade, Riane Eisler discusses marauding nomadic tribes from Northeastern Europe, India, and the deserts of the South that brought their war gods and warrior priest rulers. These invaders nibbled and bit around the edges of Old Europe until they finally ate it whole. In the devouring, the Goddess was a casualty. Until finally over time, domination rather than partnership was the social system. [i]
Patriarchy ruled with a cruel hand. What once was revered was now reviled. The domination-submission model was seen in the treatment of women, minorities, and Mother Earth. Women who were minorities were at a particular disadvantage. The conqueror metaphor firmly extends its tentacles from then to now.
Women as the embodiment of the Feminine Spirit were one of the first victims. They were relieved of their property and themselves became chattel, much like minorities who became slaves. Girls were the property of their fathers until they became the property of their husbands. Women who did not marry were considered pariahs.
The Lesser Sister
Probably one of the most destructive things that Patriarchy did was to heap shame upon women and their bodies. The Bible, written by men and considered law by most in early Christian times, perhaps did the greatest damage. First, Eve was blamed for the Garden of Eden fiasco. Next, women’s natural bodily functions, once occasion for rejoicing and power, were reduced to filth and dishonor.
When a woman has a discharge if her discharge in her body is blood, she shall continue in her menstrual impurity for seven days; and whoever touches her shall be unclean until evening.
Everything also on which she lies during her menstruation impurity shall be unclean, and everything on which she sits shall be unclean.
And anyone who touches her bed shall wash his clothes and bathe in water and be unclean until evening.
And if a man actually lies with her, so that her menstrual impurity is on him, he shall be unclean seven days, and every bed on which he lies shall be unclean.⏤Leviticus 15, 19–21 & 24
This is absolutely contrary to Native American practice still current today. Their tradition reserves a special moon lodge for menstruating women, not because of some taboo, but because women’s power is at a peak during this time. The power of their blood is said to overwhelm other rituals if not kept separate. Aboriginal healers see the power and use actual menstrual blood in the making of their remedies. Women bleed and do not die. This is one of the great and powerful Mysteries.
The shame of the menstrual cycle extended to the birthing process. Women were hidden. The child’s birth was celebrated if it was a boy’s birth, but a woman’s labor process was, again, one of shame. So much of being female was concealed and deemed unworthy that Woman was psychologically, and often physically, veiled.
It has only been recently that the taboos surrounding menstruation, birthing, nursing, and menopause have cracked the closet door. However, it wasn’t long in the past, and perhaps still goes on today that many mothers were either too ignorant or ashamed to talk of the wonderful gift of the blood. Consequently, when their daughters’ first moon times came, rather than a time of celebration, the girls feared it as an indication of illness or even impending death. Then, when told to keep those “personal things” wrapped and secretly disposed, self-disgust was effectively transferred to the next generation.
As women got older their uteruses were considered as peripheral to their being as an appendix. This patriarchal belief was well told in the incredible numbers of hysterectomies unnecessarily performed by gynecologists since the 1970s and continuing.
Over the centuries, women’s bodies were never thought enough as they were. Their pain was increased by the fashion or cultural dictates of bound feet, high heels, strapped breasts, corsets, bustles and the Wonder Bra. In the mid-1980s, I was living in Germany and taking a series of intensive seminars towards a graduate degree. Because of the human relations subject matter and experiential format, we students became quite close. It was our practice to meet at a local Gasthaus after the last afternoon for continued discussion. One particular afternoon, seven of us gathered⏤six women and one man. The topic of the afternoon seemed to be the differences in males and females, particularly in reference to self-worth. All people present were intelligent, relatively open-minded, and of European-American descent. One of the women made this comment about men, “No matter who they are or what they look like, they’re comfortable in their skins.” Everyone turned to the sole man present, a fairly average-looking Joe, who confirmed that as usually true. Since then, I’ve periodically discussed this hypothesis with other men, who tend to agree. In Germany that afternoon, we took a poll of the women present. Not one was satisfied with their bodies and most were actually ashamed of parts of themselves.
With history and women’s subsequent feelings about themselves, it is perhaps understandable how anorexia nervosa has come to be an underground epidemic on college campuses across the United States. These young women have bought into “not being enough.” Many starve and purge the lines that declare them female until finally defeated, the blood leaves. Menses cease.
Uppity Women
Through the centuries, young girls have had few heroines to model themselves after unless they could find them locally. Women’s roles in the making of history, as with minorities, have been absent from books and schools. It is only now through such tongue-in-cheek books as Vicki Leon’s Uppity Women of Ancient Times, Uppity Women of Medieval Times, and scattered biographies that we know that such women existed despite the expectations of their times. Periodically, there were women who did quite well, at least initially, in the male realm precisely because they passed themselves off as men. These were women like Joan, elected as Pope John VIII in 853 CE; Mary Reade, a pirate in the 18th century and an unknown woman called James Barry who was inspector general of British hospitals in the 19th century. A Confederate soldier who was actually Loreta Janeta Velaquez fought at the Battle of Bull Run. Teresinha Gomez was highly decorated and promoted through to General officer in the Portuguese army. She was discovered to be female only after her arrest on charges of financial fraud in 1994. Then, there were women like Aurore Dupin and Mary Ann Evans who took the pen names George Sand and George Eliot, respectively, in order to be published.
When the Women’s Movement rose up in the 1960s from the ashes of the Suffragettes, equality forced its way into the “male” world. Without non-traditional female role models, many of those in the front lines began to emulate male dress, language and behavior to “fit” or express freedom in the male world. Unconsciously done and with positive intention, these actions still repudiated the Feminine Spirit.
Another embodiment of the Feminine Spirit is the quality of healing. Healing through touch, midwifery, herbcraft and the keeping of rituals were an intrinsic part of Goddess ways. Over time, these wise woman ways were suppressed until the women who practiced them were forced to either abandon them, or keep the practices secret for fear of severe retribution. Over nine million people, mostly women, were murdered as witches during the Burning Times of a few centuries ago for doing what came from their innermost being. Indeed, witch comes from wicca which is the root of the word wisdom.
An Unwelcome Heritage
The threat of violence against the Feminine was passed through our lineage. Women’s fear of violence is inherent and often lies within the recesses of the unconscious mind. I have always gotten anxious when men raise their voices. This anxiety did not originate from my family, or any other experience that I can recall. One day my partner and I were having a discussion when he began to use his voice to make a point. I felt a jarring that was unreasonable, considering who I knew him to be. He noticed and questioned me about my reaction. “I don’t know what’s going on,” I told him. He suggested that I drop inside myself and discover the cause. When I became quiet and went inside, the answer was there. “I’m afraid you will kill me,” I said to him incredulously. I knew in that moment this fear was not mine but that of women through the ages.
Often when I am involved in facilitating healing work with women, many of the issues that present problems in their lives revolve around their beliefs of what it means to be female. Marlynn is a bright-eyed, intelligent woman in her early fifties who had been plagued by chronic illnesses. Her life would move from whirlwinds of intense activity to times of no activity due to one sickness or another. Through discovery work she began to understand that she had firmly entrenched beliefs regarding womanhood. Some of these were: women are weak and helpless; women aren’t important; women’s role is to take care of men; and it’s unsafe to be a woman.
The bottom line for Marlynn was that it was not okay to be a woman and it thoroughly affected her life. She was able to trace this belief system back through the lineage of women in her family. Unconsciously, this was the legacy that one generation gave to another. Fortunately through generational belief change work, Marlynn began to take on updated healthy beliefs to leverage a pattern interrupt. Her own grown daughter called her and asked if Marlynn had been doing something because she, the daughter, found herself feeling inexplicably different somehow.
The Disheartened Male
Certainly, males have not escaped being affected by the unfolding of history’s societal norms. With reinforcement over the centuries of the myth of the strong male or White Knight, men have been intensely focused on killing the dragon. They have grown unused to using their peripheral vision. Having been on Crusade for so long they have become disconnected from their homes, their internal and external dwelling places. As fathers became increasingly remote, their sons and daughters longed exponentially for that connection with Father. While their wives and daughters, feeling thwarted, turned to the community of other women, their sons fell through the crack and so, became isolated themselves. In recent years, these sons have been struggling to emerge from the crack, but without the presence of their fathers and connective ancestral knowledge of their primal natures, the thrashing has taken place in the dark. As Joseph Campbell so aptly put it, the real dragon to have been slayed in antiquity was the dragon “Thou Shalt.”[ii] As this dragon is slayed, we will all merge into the wholeness of a newborn child.
Jim is an older Navajo man who possesses a quiet manner. He sought help concerning hearing loss in one ear. His wife advised that he often turned a deaf ear to things he did not care to hear. He began to lose his hearing after entering the army in the early 1970s. As I gazed at this gentle soul in front of me, something palpable shifted in me that allowed an entry point into his experience. Softly I said to him, “Your encounters in that world offended your very soul.” As I said this he immediately dropped deeply into trance signaling that his unconscious mind opened to hear the message. “Based upon who you are and where you came from, what you endured during that time violated your very Consciousness. It was a sacrilege. But those times are over and you have important work to do now with your people. You can open yourself to hear everything you need to hear in order to do that work that is so close to your heart.” Jim later reported that he had a previously unheard intense buzzing happening in his deaf ear while receiving the message. The process of healing can begin in a moment. While Jim’s physical ear may choose to eventually regain its hearing, his Spirit’s ear was signaling its reawakening. Jim also related that his son was leaving the army being unable to cope in a similar environment his father had left years ago, and was re-entering the world of the Navajo Nation. The community tribe planned a cleansing ritual.
Recently, I had breakfast in The Juniper House Restaurant in Prescott, Arizona. Entering, I noticed a sign in the window that said “No firearms.” What strands of the domination-submission model and the Wild West are still woven into our landscape and passed down through generations? As I observed three men in a booth across from my breakfast table, I thought that perhaps the strands were becoming thinner. Their faces were leathery and their rugged clothing dusty. They could well have stepped out of the last century having left their guns and horses outside. Throughout their meal, they were engrossed in discussions about various herbs, the Spirit connection to each and the value of muscle testing toward a person’s compatibility. Could it be that the Feminine Spirit actually stirred in these unlikely-looking men? We can increasingly become aware that all things may not be as they seem on the surface.
A Question of Original Creation
Much of what has gone before in the way things fell out between men and women seemed to do with who came first and who did what to whom according to the Bible. There was at least some hope of reconciliation in the woman Lilith, if only she had been allowed to come to light. In A God Who Looks Like Me, Patricia Lynn Reilly points out that there are actually two accounts of human creation in Genesis.
So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he them; male and female created he them.
⏤Genesis 1:27
And the rib which the Lord God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man. And Adam
said, This is bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh: she shall be called woman because she was taken out of man.
⏤Genesis 2: 22–23
The first account in Genesis clearly describes simultaneous creation and says nothing about man or woman being more or less than the other. The second account is, of course, the one with which most of us are familiar. Since these two accounts are so contradictory, the rabbis have made much study of them. They determined that God made a mistake in fashioning the psyche of the first wife. The rabbis named her Lilith after a Sumerian goddess whose origins reached back to 2300 BCE. She was a strong and sexually assertive spirit in Sumerian legend. However, in the rabbinical stories of Lilith, translation skipped a beat and transformed her into a demanding harpy. Thus, God had to correct his mistake and fashion Eve, the submissive yet manipulative one.[iii] Are the rabbis saying that God is not all-knowing? Unfortunately, that story doesn’t actually say much for Adam either if he was so easily duped in the Garden of Eden. If Lilith had actually been named, honored by her true spirit and in scripture allowed to stand beside Adam, then all of us would have had healthier role models. It is time to resurrect this first Judeo-Christian creation story with the true intent of the Divine Creator.
Dominion as Progress
Joseph Campbell said the focus of a civilization can be told by the highest physical point within a settlement. Up until approximately the 16th century, the Church held center court. After that for a couple of centuries, the palace was the focal point.[iv]
Although it also happened up to this point, it was during these times that Patriarchy began to act even more forcibly upon this teaching in the Bible.
And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.
⏤Genesis 1: 28
Here again, shifting to the domination model was dictated. Mother Earth, her plants and animals were no longer our partners in reciprocity, but objects to be ruled. Turf wars raged between European kingdoms and extended to the Americas. Dominion was taken to extremes. Representatives of different factions citing religious freedom emptied into the Americas and slowly began to annihilate the native peoples, their spiritual freedom and ways of life. These representatives often built their churches over the very temples and other worship sites of the Indigenous inhabitants. The conquistadors either massacred or forced the Aztecs, Mayans and Incas into labor. Across the plains of North America, buffalo were slaughtered by descendants of the Puritans and other groups to make way for the Iron Horse and to control the Plains Indians.
Over time, palaces were diminished by high-rise office buildings. “Progress” became king. The Industrial Age was born. With Henry Ford, the mass market slowly became the norm. The individual artisan was replaced by the assembly line. Life got easier. Yet somehow, time sped up. The non-discriminating sense of urgency for “more” reinforced the push for technological advances. In recent years, life has changed more swiftly, and continues to do so, than at any other time in history. While progress has allowed for many previously inconceivable events and ways of living to be part of everyday life, there has been a factor missing in the formulation of our existence today. In the domination model, where is our compassion for the living beings that share space with us on this planet and often support us? Our Mother has been stripped bald through mining. Radioactive materials have been dumped into her body, their contamination spreading through the blood of her waters. Her flora and fauna have been mercilessly decimated. Many of her animals have been driven to extinction. Or, they have been tightly caged and pumped full of hormones to produce more food substances for us than is natural for their bodies. Ultimately, all humanity cannot help but experience the horror of what some have done and what we all are condoning if we allow it to continue.
No one has spoken of this future with more heartfelt eloquence than Chief Seattle did when the United States Government wanted to buy two million acres of land in the Pacific Northwest.
This we know: all things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
One thing we know, which the white man may one day discover⏤Our God is the same God. You may think that you own Him as you wish to own our land: but you cannot…This earth is precious to Him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its Creator. The whites too shall pass; perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed, and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.
…We do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, wild horses are tamed, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires. Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. And what is it to say good-bye to the swift pony and the hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival…
Where is our sense of the Sacred? Fortunately, there are those environmentalists and organic farmers who courageously stand like David to the corporate and government Goliaths to whom “Progress At All Costs” is lord. Blessedly, too, there are those prophets within the corporate and government arena who are genuine and not merely paying lip service to transformation. Let’s hope they don’t get tired of crying in the wilderness. Providentially, there are whispers of a resurgence of individuals and small groups sprinkled about this planet who integrate Mother Earth and her offspring into their worship. May their progeny spread.
A Call to our Spirits
Recently, driving through Vandalia, Ohio on my way to the airport I passed a Church of Christ whose sign read: The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom. Again, how could the intent of the Creator and the teachings of Jesus of Nazareth have gotten so twisted over the centuries? Replace the word fear with love, awareness or embodiment and sense a whole shift toward empowerment.
There has been an entity that for thousands of years has settled like a dark and heavy cloak over the majority of our world. The energy of this entity has been responsible for both progression and destruction of the Web of Life. We call it Patriarchy for the lack of a better descriptor, and the male species has been blamed. Patriarchy includes qualities like drive and problem-solving which have been traditionally assigned as male energy. However, there is a narrow-visioned ruthlessness lumped in arising from some unspeakable depth that attempts to infect our souls in various ways, depending on who we are. This quality cannot be called uniquely male. It is neither male nor female. It is possibly that creeping energy that looks for a crack to seep into us all if we are not mindful. In the book Earth, Barbara Marciniak writes that the patriarchal backlash was caused by women misusing the sexual energy of men during the Goddess times. Women were influenced by outside sources and abused the male vibration. They began to use men sexually for the rites of fertility to the point of widespread ritual sacrifice and castration.[v] While Earth is channeled material and there is no scientific evidence for its content, the legend of the Amazon warriors certainly speaks to this possibility.
So, it is in the awareness of this strange entity that clouds us that we must look to in order to release it. Archbishop Desmond Tutu talked of reconciliation and said, “We have to work and look the beast firmly in the eyes. Ultimately you discover that without forgiveness, there is not a future.” He went on to say this.
And look what happened in South Africa. Who could have dreamt it? South Africa without apartheid providing a paradigm or model for the world! God has a sense of humor. God must have said, ‘Precisely because they have sunk so low, they can be a sign to the world.’ [vi]
It is the change in thought that breaks old cycles, old patterns and outdated belief systems to allow new information to replace our ways of thinking. We begin to wake up to a different awareness. It happens by creating a space for other possibilities or truths to reveal themselves.
It is time for those of us who have even unconsciously colluded in the expulsion of the true human spirit in belief, action or thought form to become beacons of difference. The Virgin represents the innocence in all of us. The Mother is the caring that we all possess. The Crone is the genderless wisdom that knows our true core. We call it Goddess for lack of a better name. It is actually MetaFeminine. This is a call to the spirits of the MetaFeminine and the Primal Human. Call out now to these archetypes of Life-Giver and Life-Preserver to return home and create an alchemical mix within us so that we may soulfully birth the new millennium.
[i] Riane Eisler. The Chalice and the Blade: Our History, Our Future. Cambridge, Mass.: Harper & Row, 1987. 43–45.
[ii] Edited by Diane Osbon. Reflections on the Art of Living: A Joseph Campbell Companion. New York: HarperCollins Publishers, 1991. 21.
[iii] Patricia Lynn Reilly. A God Who Looks Like Me: Discovering a Woman Affirming Spirituality. New York: Ballantine Books, 1995. 140–141.
[iv] Joseph Campbell. “The Wisdom of Joseph Campbell: A Conversation with Michael Toms” New Dimensions . San Francisco: New Dimensions Radio, 1997. Audio tape.
[v] Barbara Marciniak. Earth: Pleiadian Keys to the Living Library. Santa Fe: Bear and Company Publishing, 1995. 90–91.
[vi] Colin Greer. “Without Memory, There Is No Healing. Without Forgiveness, There Is No Future.” Parade Magazine, 11 Jan. 1998
For Big B and the roads we traveled…
So all these scribbled pages, Jack, are to help you understand that an awakening or Emergence, as the Indians call it, is more than a single momentary experience. It requires a slow painful process of realization and orientation…How many thousands of obscure people just like me all the world over are having the same experience right now? And for no apparent reason, like me. Keeping quiet about it, too…
— From Helen Chalmers’ Journal. The Woman at Otowi Crossing by Frank Waters.
All events described in this book are true. Some of the names have been changed to protect the privacy of the people involved.
Bio
Carla Woody is a spiritual mentor, writer and visual artist. She is the founder of Kenosis, an organization based in Prescott, Arizona, supporting human potential since 1999 through life enhancement coaching, retreats and spiritual travel programs working with Indigenous leaders and healers in the US, Mexico, Central and South America. In 2007 she founded Kenosis Spirit Keepers, a volunteer-run 501(c)3 nonprofit organization to help preserve Indigenous traditions threatened with decimation.
Table of Contents
Part I. THE NATURE OF THE JOURNEY
Chapter Two: Awakening to Consciousness
Part II. INVOLUTION
Chapter Three: Cultivating Mindfulness
Chapter Four: The Masks We Wear
Chapter Five: Things Buried Deep and Tended Well
Chapter Six: Bootcamp for the Soul
Part III. EVOLUTION
Chapter Seven: The Seasons of Our Times
Chapter Eight: Staying in the Field
Chapter Nine: The Un-Namable Sacred
Chapter Ten: The Pilgrimage Home
Permissions: The author has given great effort to locate copyright holders of any material other than her own that have been quoted in this book, and regrets if any have been inadvertently overlooked.
Calling Our Spirits Home: Gateways to Full Consciousness
Copyright 1999 by Carla Woody. All rights reserved. No portion of this book, except for brief review, may be reproduced in any form without written permission of the publisher. Inquiries may be directed to: Kenosis Press, P.O. Box 10441, Prescott, AZ 86304, info@kenosis.net.
Also by Carla Woody:
Standing Stark: The Willingness to Engage. Read in Illumination Book Chapters.
Portals to the Vision Serpent. Coming soon to Illumination Book Chapters.
