The shedding of a skin.
The Myth Project, this blog, and every thing that will follow it, begins with the shedding of a skin. It's a too small poorly fitting skin that grows around a girl like a strange armor. It's supposed to shield her and keep her safe, but it crushes her under its weight. It's useless against words, fists and all the things she has been told it will protect her from.
It is only good at protecting her from her own power. Her own strength. Her own magick.
Here I shed this skin. Not in one long perfect piece like snakes sometimes do, but in little bits burned away here and there over the years.
The Myth Project is something that has been haunting me for a long time. I have done my best to ignore it.
When you do intuitive work and regularly speak with Spirits, it gets really difficult to ignore a group of goddesses demanding your attention.
I tried my best to ignore them.
To drown out their whispering, I yelled excuses. I told myself all the reasons why I wasn't good enough for this work. It worked for a while, but the discord it caused was painful.
So I'm beginning this work. Work that I don't have any special education in. Work that feels so overwhelming and over my head that it scares me.
Through this project I plan to explore the ways in which The Patriarchy has used and continues to use stories, myths, and fairy tales to dig it's hooks deep into us and trick us into believing abuse is love.
It shows itself in stories of goddess who were 'good' or 'bad' based on how well the towed the Patriarchal line. It's in fairy tales that teach girls that to be good is to bow down to the Patriarchy or be evil. It's in the way modern romance fiction pass of abuse as true love. It teaches boys that girls are prizes to be taken and owned.
This has to change. We can not create the world we wish to when we are still telling stories that support the oppression of women (and men).