Having finally read “DaVinci Code,” I continued my mission of catching up on best-sellers by reading “The Secret Life of Bees.” It is completely different from “DaVinci Code” in genre, form, and style. But I was quite astonished to find that the two books share, at their hearts, a common theme: the yearning and the search for the sacred feminine.
Perhaps it should come as no surprise, here in the 00’s, that popular interest in the goddess has resurfaced. The Age of Aquarius has finally arrived, and we seek to find the female half of divinity that the relentlessly masculine monotheistic religions that dominate the planet have denied us.
Oh, and along those lines, I’ve also been skipping about Karen Armstrong’s “History of God.” Armstrong suggests that monotheism by its very nature encourages, in fact demands, the violent suppression of other faiths.
Look at it this way. If there’s a whole pantheon of gods to choose from, and you happen to be a devotee of Mithras, you will not be unduly concerned when the crazy gardening lady next door starts sacrificing slugs to appease Priapus. What’s one more god hanging around the neighborhood? But if you are a monotheist, and the slug killer moves in and starts conducting peculiar moonlight rituals, you’ve got a problem. If you believe there is one god and one god only, then the person who worships another god is not just different, she’s Wrong.
History shows that human beings have a limited amount of tolerance for Wrongness.
Suppose your children witness the midnight slug rituals and become interested in Priapus. Now you’ve got an even bigger problem. Your son might marry the daughter of the crazy gardening lady and raise their children to sacrifice slugs instead of worshipping your one-and-only god. You can’t allow that, can you? It would be Wrong.
You can see how, in the right circumstances, this could spiral out of control and result in violence. As it has so many times in the past.
Anyway, I’m done with Priapus. Gods don’t get any maler than that. I’m looking for a deity without Y-chromosomes. I’d better read some more popular novels.