On the House of Night series
She Is Goddess
Goddess Worship in the House of Night Series
She is Goddess. She is the moon overhead, full and ripe in the sky. She is
the ground under our feet, pungent and ripe with promise. She is the huntress
in the woods, fleet of foot, and the washerwoman at the stream, washing
bloody garments predicting deaths to come. She wears a triple face: Maiden,
Mother, Crone. She is gigantic–the 24,000-year-old Venus of Willendorf,
and she is lithe–Eos, the goddess of dawn. She is Kali, she is Artemis and
Athena and the Morrigan. As Gaia, the planet, she provides the sustenance
that keeps us alive. As Hel, she walks us into the Underworld at our death.
Eternal and cyclic, she is Goddess, the primal source of life and death.
Throughout history, the divine feminine has been worshiped and loved,
reviled and vilified, adored and feared. She has been exalted, and she has
been defiled. As the patriarchal religions rose, the Goddess went from being
the soul of the world on which we walked to wearing the face of Eve, who fell
from grace and brought down mankind. She began as Lilitu, an ancient and
powerful goddess, and was disempowered and twisted into Lilith, a demoness devouring children.
She is every color. She is every size. She is every age. She is life, and she
is death. She is also vast–so enormous that no single essay can ever hope to
encapsulate her history.
The subject of the Goddess and her worship is so large that, in this essay,
I’m going to attempt …