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A Dream<br />
<strong>The</strong>y form a circle. <strong>The</strong> She cats. Graceful <strong>and</strong> filled with power, though realizing the danger.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y are protecting the birthing one in the center. <strong>The</strong> phone rings. I am watching them as they<br />
have chosen my living room as their place <strong>of</strong> ritual. I dare not leave them, sensing the danger. <strong>The</strong><br />
phone rings again. <strong>The</strong>y are humming, chanting a birth song, in harmony with the moaning <strong>and</strong><br />
“mauwing” <strong>of</strong> the birthing cat. I feel one with them <strong>and</strong> grateful. <strong>The</strong> phone rings a third time <strong>and</strong><br />
I leave the room to answer. I talk for a while about mundane problems <strong>and</strong> become distracted from<br />
my chosen task. <strong>The</strong>n I hear a scream, the horrible cry <strong>of</strong> the She-cats. I run into the room finding<br />
there the group <strong>of</strong> He-cats, st<strong>and</strong>ing straight in a row, throwing the newborn infant from spear to<br />
spear, before they eat her. <strong>The</strong> cries <strong>and</strong> the moaning <strong>of</strong> the She-cats are unbearable to my ears.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir graceful power has transformed into indescribably sorrow <strong>and</strong> a thirst for revenge. Why did<br />
I answer the phone? <strong>The</strong>y trusted me! I can feel my own hatred for the He-cats grow <strong>and</strong> my<br />
hunger for revenge is born.<br />
<strong>The</strong> powerful <strong>and</strong> peaceful goddess <strong>of</strong> childbirth, <strong>of</strong> fertility <strong>and</strong> fecundity,<br />
goddess <strong>of</strong> weaving <strong>and</strong> singing, poetry <strong>and</strong> seiður, as well as death <strong>and</strong> regeneration, for<br />
some reason or probably a number <strong>of</strong> reasons, took on the image <strong>and</strong> role <strong>of</strong> the<br />
warrioress <strong>and</strong> the demon. <strong>The</strong> mistress <strong>of</strong> animals became the witch. Her power animal,<br />
the cat, was persecuted along with her in Europe, burned in baskets or roasted on spits.<br />
By that time those represented by the He-cats in my dream had lost all memory <strong>of</strong> her as<br />
the great giver <strong>of</strong> all; Great Mountain Mother, Kybele, with the lions; as Fjörgyn 74 , the<br />
one who gives life, Gefn, our mother earth.<br />
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