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Asherah: Goddesses in Ugarit, Israel & the Old Testament (JSOT Supplement)
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avg rating 3.71 — 7 ratings — published 1997
Only One God? Monotheism in Ancient Israel and the Veneration of the Goddess Asherah (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.44 — 9 ratings — published 2002
A Reassessment of Asherah: With Further Considerations of the Goddess (Hardcover)
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avg rating 4.67 — 3 ratings — published 2007
Did God Have a Wife? Archaeology and Folk Religion in Ancient Israel (Hardcover)
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avg rating 3.92 — 297 ratings — published 2005
The Cult of Asherah in Ancient Israel and Judah: Evidence for a Hebrew Goddess (University of Cambridge Oriental Publications, Series Number 57)
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avg rating 3.87 — 15 ratings — published 2000
Asherah: Goddess Of Israel (American University Studies)
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avg rating 4.67 — 3 ratings — published 1991
La religione dell'antico Israele (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.33 — 3 ratings — published 2009
“You know of a girl and her apple,” The old woman's voice is steady, cutting through the noise. A patient presence that ensnares even the attention of the trees, their branches and thinning leaves stilling as the tongues below them do, too. “Or some version of it. You know of the snake, wise and guiding. The 'me too' and 'I know the way because I've walked the path' in its hiss and slither. But you do not know the tree itself.”
And her story begins.
You do not know the tree itself, but once you did. Once, all did. Every house had an altar and there the pillar sat. But, by the time the books were written, they found her impossible to erase, so they took her name and called her nothing but an object.
It is no accident that the fruit and the snake found home in a tree. Just as it is no accident that the tree becomes a stationary fixture. But, surely, it, too was just as breathing, just as alive.
As the old woman in red speaks, the children's very imaginations dance wildly around her blaze, some primal knowing stirring deep within.
They meant to bury her, but like most of the stories they tried to eliminate through the permanence of ink and binding of pages, they hadn't realized she became a seed. A dew drop on all of our own spiderwebs, if we care to listen.
The more you listen, the more you hear. You see. You feel. And the more you come to know…
-Excerpt from “Her True Name: A Story from the Grandmother Tree” – featured in Asherah: Roots of the Mother Tree.”
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And her story begins.
You do not know the tree itself, but once you did. Once, all did. Every house had an altar and there the pillar sat. But, by the time the books were written, they found her impossible to erase, so they took her name and called her nothing but an object.
It is no accident that the fruit and the snake found home in a tree. Just as it is no accident that the tree becomes a stationary fixture. But, surely, it, too was just as breathing, just as alive.
As the old woman in red speaks, the children's very imaginations dance wildly around her blaze, some primal knowing stirring deep within.
They meant to bury her, but like most of the stories they tried to eliminate through the permanence of ink and binding of pages, they hadn't realized she became a seed. A dew drop on all of our own spiderwebs, if we care to listen.
The more you listen, the more you hear. You see. You feel. And the more you come to know…
-Excerpt from “Her True Name: A Story from the Grandmother Tree” – featured in Asherah: Roots of the Mother Tree.”
―
“Isis
Astarte
Diana
Hecate
Demeter
Kali
Inanna
Over and over their voices filled the
air calling in these Ancient ones,
their energies, magic and wisdom,
their rage and righteous anger as
shouts of No More and Never Again
filled the air.
Asherah
Erishkigal
Cerridwen
Brigid
Maat
Hathor
Freya
Skadi
Sigyn
Voices invoked the battle energies
as the Warrior Goddesses arrived.
Lilith
Andraste
Durga
Athena
Hel
Mami Wata
Pele
Ixchel
Freya
An’ Morrighan
Boudicca of the Iceni
Zenobia of Palmyra
Lakshmi Bai of Jhansi
Through the night they chanted
the invocation “show us another way”
to the ancient Mothers, Queens,
Warrioresses, Witches.
Voices raising power and
raised IN power as both
Queen Boudicca and
An’ Morrighan
held the circle, swords in hand
symbols of both peace and truth
as well as strength and protection.
Eyes of the night still held vigil
for this sacred activist work
as each woman plucked
her part of the web
weaving new threads of hope
and spinning the wheel of change.
Fox, wolf and coyote
opossum, turtle and deer
bear, raccoon and hare
held vigil as the
moths danced,
spiders wove webs,
and serpents shed skins
no longer needed,
all while the calls of the
owls and night birds echoed
in synchronous harmony.
As the darkness of night
gave way to the light
of a new dawn, the Ravens
and Crows and birds of the day
arrived calling out as the
women prayed their work
had been enough to alter
the events of this day...
They prayed it was enough
to alter the events
of the Coming Days.
As they walked back
through the woods,
sunlight streaming through
the trees and with eyes still
watching, the women held the
Rim of the Eternal Circle
safely in their hearts and womb space,
encased in a deep knowing that
Whatever this new day held...
Whatever and Whomever was to come...
Their work, the ancient ways and this
Rim of Power would always continue
For the Circle never ends and the
Weaver always weaves.
Excerpt from "Holding the Rim", featured in Asherah: Roots of the Mother Tree”
―
Astarte
Diana
Hecate
Demeter
Kali
Inanna
Over and over their voices filled the
air calling in these Ancient ones,
their energies, magic and wisdom,
their rage and righteous anger as
shouts of No More and Never Again
filled the air.
Asherah
Erishkigal
Cerridwen
Brigid
Maat
Hathor
Freya
Skadi
Sigyn
Voices invoked the battle energies
as the Warrior Goddesses arrived.
Lilith
Andraste
Durga
Athena
Hel
Mami Wata
Pele
Ixchel
Freya
An’ Morrighan
Boudicca of the Iceni
Zenobia of Palmyra
Lakshmi Bai of Jhansi
Through the night they chanted
the invocation “show us another way”
to the ancient Mothers, Queens,
Warrioresses, Witches.
Voices raising power and
raised IN power as both
Queen Boudicca and
An’ Morrighan
held the circle, swords in hand
symbols of both peace and truth
as well as strength and protection.
Eyes of the night still held vigil
for this sacred activist work
as each woman plucked
her part of the web
weaving new threads of hope
and spinning the wheel of change.
Fox, wolf and coyote
opossum, turtle and deer
bear, raccoon and hare
held vigil as the
moths danced,
spiders wove webs,
and serpents shed skins
no longer needed,
all while the calls of the
owls and night birds echoed
in synchronous harmony.
As the darkness of night
gave way to the light
of a new dawn, the Ravens
and Crows and birds of the day
arrived calling out as the
women prayed their work
had been enough to alter
the events of this day...
They prayed it was enough
to alter the events
of the Coming Days.
As they walked back
through the woods,
sunlight streaming through
the trees and with eyes still
watching, the women held the
Rim of the Eternal Circle
safely in their hearts and womb space,
encased in a deep knowing that
Whatever this new day held...
Whatever and Whomever was to come...
Their work, the ancient ways and this
Rim of Power would always continue
For the Circle never ends and the
Weaver always weaves.
Excerpt from "Holding the Rim", featured in Asherah: Roots of the Mother Tree”
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