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The Feminine Principal Is No Answer To Paternalistic Religion

tc-fem-divineThe notion of the feminine principle as a constructive, driving force in the world is becoming popular as of late. More and more people are subscribing to it in the hope that it holds the answer to the world’s plights, the perfect antidote to a world driven mad by masculine energy.

The trend is divided into two main categories, two kinds of people: those who deal with it on a realistic, secular level, which involves anything from the power of men in politics and senior management positions, to the male-dominated sports and the testosterone-packed movies of the entertainment industry, which they are fed up with; and those who regard it as the symptom of a blatantly testicle-driven set of religions that have shackled divinity to the tethers of man.

I’m not going to concern myself with the secular part of the issue, not in this article. My aim is to expose the fallacy of those preoccupied with the religious side of things. These people, fed up with the notion of God having been modeled and molded around the image of man, have decided to denounce their allegiance to it, calling it out for what it is: a self-serving, wishful-thinking, vicious-circling application of faith whose structure forbids it from escaping man’s limitations, binding the world to him, defining everything through his nature alone. Scores of people have woken up from this collective folly, seen the inanity of its setup and stepped back from it to give themselves a new lease on life, and you’d think that’s a good thing, and it might have been — and may yet be — if only they’d gone about things in a way that didn’t repeat the error of their ways.

From the All-Father to the All-Mother — this is where we’re at, or heading to.

Think there’s a chance things won’t go wrong again, fast?

Embracing the opposite side of things, different only in name and gender, going from one extreme to the other, from absolute Paternalism to staunch Maternalism — wow! Progress, they say, but how ironic the turn of events, the choice of solutions. From one-sidedness to one-sidedness. Can’t the supporters of this new tack, victims of absolutism for so long, see the signs on the wall?

At first glance the move makes sense. Many religions have talked about the Feminine Aspect in terms of divinity, ascribing to it the beauty, creativity, tolerance, nurture, and sanctity that permeate the world. Fierceness and fearlessness. The feminine element is a force of creation and caregiving, a mindful support mechanism, and those among us already fed up with the dead ends of our cold paternalist monotheisms are seeking refuge in femininity, looking for fresh ways with which to reclaim the divine. A different approach, they say, the opposite of what we’ve been suffering so far, nourishing in name and principle, warm, supportive, yet . . .

I have a theory on the surging popularity of this approach. It’s a convenient escape, a solution as misguided as it is pointless, leading people down a fresh dead end. It’s the old problem in disguise, sporting a brilliant mask. A dangerous pitfall we had better avoid. Divine Femininity’s noble and redeeming qualities, which the disillusioned exalt day and night, certain of their ability to deliver humanity from the evils of egotistic perception, they’re all fantasy, a myth no more real than a self-serving man-God and the dogmas devoted to ‘Him.’ How could they not be? The Feminine Principle, the Maternal Alpha and Omega so in vogue lately, it’s just another deified abstraction, an anthropomorphized, value-laden label carried by the opposite gender on a justified but ultimately skewed platform. It succumbs to value-laden behavior of a different persuasion, exchanging one gonad for another in the name of abstract divinity.

The ugly beautiful truth. It hurts to face (up to) it, but one can’t turn away from it either.

Fact is, if we’re talking deities and divinity and all things non-mundane, no divine force can ever correspond to things terrestrial or human. For divine force to have meaning, it has to transcend all temporal terms, lest it fall prey to the limits befalling our ancestors since time immemorial. One more abstraction among many in human history, through which people will turn righteous and all-knowing. One more way for the select to assume control of other people’s lives and affairs, praising their own houses and getting carried away over the years until the beauty in their beliefs is drained, leaving behind the ugly sediment, the bitter bone sucked empty of blood and marrow — just another dogma among dogmas supported by dogmatists eager to ride the wave of their own self-importance, pretending they’ve seen the light.

For any divine force to have meaning, it has to transcend all temporal terms. If it doesn’t, remaining defined by all-too human elements, the divine energy to which people are referring when seeking out religion, this extraordinary level of reality through which ordinary persons seek meaning, can’t live up to its potential. It remains constrained and defined by human-terrestrial parameters. It spoils the divine, turning it mundane, giving it properties that shape it and cripple it and limit it in ways that negate the extraordinary. They give it a human body, creating the anthropo-God (how unimaginative and self-centered and utterly narcissistic); or an animal body, forging the elephant-headed Ganesha (yes, our gods are hybrids of animals and humans! Sounds legit!); or race and skin color (they give God race! ethnicity! pigmentation! human culture!) — cooking up the Arab Allah, the Crystal Meth Jesus etc.

They give the divine gender, giving rise to the all-too popular and strangely monolithic (even as it poses as all-encompassing and all-accepting and nurturing) Feminine Energy/Aspect/Abstraction.

How mundaner and self-involved can it get?

(Remind you of anyone, by the way? Someone with a fluffy beard and his purported love for everyone?)

The fluffy-beard man-God started off with wonderful intentions, too, but over time he ended up delivering a son to the hordes — a son whose blood and flesh he now expects his believers to consume in the name of deliverance and absolution.

That’s how it begins. We ascribe all too human aspects to the divine, and before we know it the divine sinks to our level, doing our bidding. It’s not the masculinity, per se. It’s the hubris, the attempt to inject ourselves in the heavens, the assumption we can get away with it. Divine tyranny is not a matter of gonads. It’s a problem of absolutism, a belief system pretending to represent the Alpha and Omega of the world. That’s where the corruption and monstrosity lie.

As it stands, promoted and glorified by its devotees, Feminine Energy is just as partial, limited and, in essence, meaningless as Masculine Energy / Paternalist Dogma. Like all things human, it’s subject to predictable flaws. It draws boundaries and lines according to whim. It unites by dividing and conquering, by rejecting and assimilating. Where the Masculine ‘doesn’t care’ (bad energy, tyrannical energy), the Feminine ‘smothers’ (different MO, similar outcome).

Where the masculine ‘forbids in the name of power’ (nasty callous man domination), the feminine ‘forbids in the name of tolerance’ (touchy-feely woman domination).

When it says it has everyone’s best interests at heart, showing the true way ahead, it conveys its propensity for bias. Its attributes, positive and negative alike, are comparable to masculinity’s, completely unbecoming of the divinity they claim to represent; all too bland; all too human.

How to express the ineffable levels of divinity, for lack of a better term, without resorting to anthropocentric/geocentric language? Difficult — and another topic altogether — but when dealing with the denunciation of the meaningless ‘anthropo-God’ and its testicular essence, gender is clearly not the way to go. The ovary is not an antidote, and neither is the fallopian tube. As a substitute to Religious Paternalism, Religious and/or Spiritual Maternalism stinks.

Now about said divinity and mystery and all the wonderful things we knew when we were little, before we learned (or were instructed-commanded-indoctrinated) to unlearn them — the mysteries of a life larger than what we are tuned to perceive, conceive or otherwise entertain — they are real. They’re real and they’re spectacular, and they’re neither masculine nor feminine, neither Christian nor Muslim, neither deistic nor agnostic. They’re incredible. Simply incredible, and beyond this world, for lack of a better term.

But that’s another story.

From your gender-bending Spin Doctor,

Eyes open, mind sharp.