From the Witch’s Bedtable

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The word does not allow women like Eleanor, women like me, to thrive.  The world cannot tolerate women who think and feel.  Women like me.  When we weaken, or when we get old, the word falls on us with the weight of a waterfall.  We cannot bring out our gifts to the world.  The world we live in will not tolerate things that cannot be understood, things that cannot be easily explained.  In this world, a wise woman hides her gifts.  Eleanor Cobham was an inquiring woman.  She met with others who sought the truth.  She educated herself, and she sought masters with whom to study.  She paid a terrible price for this.  She was an ambitious woman.  She paid the price for this , too.

The Lady of the Rivers by Philippa Gregory

Rule 1.  Revive the Old Myths.  Around the world, many peoples have much-loved and magnetic old myths and legends that just won’t go away — many with [G]oddesses hidden inside.  In addition, some people have rich archeological records showing brilliant pasts, many including [G]oddesses.  One way to quicken the switch is to clean the gunk off these myths (put there by starvation/war [G]ods to besmirch the [G]oddesses), and then shoot both the myths and the archaeological records with a power boost.

Switching to Goddess:  Humanity’s Ticket to the Future by J. Lyn Studebaker

For I am inclined to believe that my beloved Arthur of the future is sitting at this very moment among his learned friends, in the Combination Room of the College of Life, and that they are thinking away in there for all they are worth, about the best means to help our curious species; and I for one hope that some day, when not only England but the World has need of them, and when it is ready to listen to reason, if it ever is, they will issue fromm their rath in joy and power; and then, perhaps, they will give us happiness in the world once more and chivalry, and the old mediaeval blessing of certain simple people — who tried, at any rate, in their own small way, to still the ancient brutal dream of Attila the Hun.

The Book of Merlyn by T.H. White

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