I watched Hurricane Patricia move through with destructive glory, her unparalleled show of power and anticipated devastation formidable as an entire nation braced for her arrival.
Growing in intensity, the world helplessly awaited the vengeance she would bring the nation of Mexico as the most destructive storm in recorded history. Landfall was expected in places where her force is respected the most, in the native cultures who still honor their weather deities.
That fall of 2015, shamans worldwide offered prayers for mercy. I set an altar, singing my prayers, lighting candles, and even offering her tequila in sincere hopes that she may not be as damaging as anticipated. I went to bed that evening with a heavy heart, unsure what calamity she might enact.
And yet, upon waking, no land was touched! This mighty goddess receded back into the waters without harm. The largest hurricane ever had quite literally vanished overnight.
I journeyed to her afterward, to thank her for her change of heart and honor her show of force. Across oceans and over continents I flew in spirit form through the shamanic dimensions to meet her on her native turf. She shared that she never meant any harm; she merely wanted to see how big she could get! A force of vigor and destruction never before recorded, she was pleased with herself and appreciated the attention, admitting it was never destruction she sought, merely respect.
The Washington Post published an article citing a study in which female-named hurricanes are often more deadly — and people take them less seriously. Watching Patricia swirl with incredible force, along with the crippling cruelty of Katrina — neither of which were even included in the study — would affirm this disappointing reality. Society does not respect the feminine, and at times suffers the dire consequences.
Women are undervalued and rarely seen as threats, our inherent power minimized if not outright stifled. Our truest gift, after all, is divine destruction. For anything to be birthed, it must first pass through death. In birth, the maiden must die to give way to the mother, becoming an entry for two and an exit for one. These are the ways of the Dark Goddess.
Nepthys, twin sister of Isis and keeper of the most potent magic, is one of my closest allies. She has taught me much about these dark ways. In one of her more profound teachings, she proclaimed
“Chaos must always have a purpose.” I’ve heeded these words personally and professionally, as they make me aware of the drama in which I both indulge and participate. Is there truly a purpose in stirring the pot, or is it just for entertainment? Patricia saw her devastation served no purpose; a mere show of force to illuminate the power of the feminine. And therefore, she retracted.
All creation is also an act of destruction; these are simply the ways of nature. Consider this: to paint a canvas, an artist must destroy its pristine emptiness. Likewise, a sculptor destroys his medium’s raw form to pave the way for beauty. Writers defile their page with words.
Menstruation, in essence, is the death of the unborn. Each month those thoughts, ideas, and desires that will never be are released and given back to the void. In each death cycle we release what could have been to embrace something unknown. This power is unappreciated, for it takes mighty forces of nature to honor the majesty of destruction.
The ruling elite (our masculine power structure) understands this and seeks to suppress these forces, for it’s a power they don’t possess themselves. Masculinity destroys through grand displays of force — guns, bombs, and combat, all of which rally abomination in our skies, our waters, and across our lands. Heart-wrenching butchery is the usual outcome, and rarely is it for the sake of resurrecting something more beautiful, peaceful, or purposeful in its place.
This is simply not the case for the divine feminine. We destroy to create, to rebirth, to pave the way for a truer expression of the heart to rise up. We destroy to release what was there before, making room for something more nourishing to arise.
The New Moon is similarly misunderstood, for it’s in this dark night that the unseen becomes illuminated. Those of us who carry the New Moon’s ways in our hearts respect this as a potent and enriching time. It’s a time to create, and to use the void in bold manifestations.
The void is not a place of nothing; quite the contrary! It’s a fertile ground where every possibility exists. Velvety and rich in opportunity, the void is welcoming to those willing to traverse her landscape. The void is not a place to be feared; it invites us into the quiet depths to find the light, her vast emptiness heavy with bounty and gifts. The void contains the un-manifest — those thoughts, ideas, beliefs, and ways waiting to be given form. Don’t fear the darkness, dear soul, for it contains the greatest gifts for those courageous enough to enter.
In the systematic suppression of the divine feminine and her restrained innate powers, we are growing weary — resentful, even. It’s time for a change. Goddesses throughout the world teach these divine lessons — Kali in the East, the Dark Madonna in the church, Hecate of the Greeks. These women are respected and honored for their power, not limited by it. By working with these energies, we can find our own voids where our untapped power lies. Even in the darkness, pockets of light exist.
To free this powerful light is the stuff of legends. Every hero’s journey must venture through the void to attain the true gift of power, to find within the denied and discarded aspects of self which offer our greatest illumination and triumph.
Hurricane Patricia never desired devastation; rather, she appeared to remind the world of the true power of the divine feminine. Gratitude to Patricia and others for their showings of unparalleled strength, reminding us just how powerful the feminine can be