Category: Mother God

have mercy.

On By ©️K.T. 2025In agraria, barn swallows, birds, Death, dirt road chronicles, dying, Earthling, fauna, Free Palestine, Funerary, funerary portraiture, Gaza, Genocide, holocaust, july, kill lists, kin, Life and Death, maternity, mortality, Mother, Mother God, Motherhood, ornithology, outer rural, Palestine, ruralia, threshold, wildlife, ZionismLeave a comment

in mid-July, the summer-resident barn swallows who had successfully raised and launched four fledglings by June 23rd, 2025, attempted to raise a second brood;

while i am not absolutely sure if it was the same set of parents or another in the barn swallow community that utilized the nest — as there is a collective of more than a dozen swallows that visits and assists in feeding sometimes too — it is most likely they are the same parent pair;

this is the second summer the barn swallows have nested here in my barn — using last year’s well-constructed nest which they attached to one of the joists like a balcony cantilevered on a Chicago highrise;

i began leaving the overhead barn door open when i first noticed them circling and investigating the barn a few years back; and i was thrilled last year when they began construction of their nest — they were so very welcomed and wanted here — i now know to leave the barn door raised from mid May through July to give them access.

the first brood of four swallows,
not quite fledged, but stretching their wings in the safety of the barn, June 2025
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the Anti-Übermensch

On By ©️K.T. 2025In anthropocene, apartheid, birds, Capitalism, Climate Chaos, Climate Collapse, Congo, Crone Consciousness, Death, Earth hospice, Gaza, Genocide, Gnosis, Gnostic, holocaust, kill lists, Mother God, Nietzsche, Palestine, planetary hospice, Poem, poetry, runaway greenhouse effect, Sixth Mass Extinction, SudanLeave a comment

if there was a Mother God,

if God was a Mother,

not “were”

this wouldn’t be
our reality

a dying planet
a deadened polity

mass extinction by chainsaw, net,
bolt-gun or bomb
they said, “96% of children in Gaza feel that death is imminent”
in Sudan, the famine is massive,
oh, this reaper, he is very discriminate
in Congo, there’s mass enslavement for minerals,
see the phone in her hand?! her hypocrisy?! she can’t claim to be innocent!
the Pacific’s so hot,
that it’s killed 4 million murres
while the Indigenous still invoke
“cultural rights” to baby seal furs

therefore,

God is either male — or, truer,
the God who created everything,
was the very first one extincted,
as Nietzsche,
and the german thinkers before him,
all, belatedly said,

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phenology II

On By ©️K.T. 2025In autobiographical, autumn, being, biographical, climate, Climate Chaos, Climate Collapse, Crone, crone chronicles, Crone Consciousness, Cronehood, Death, Earth hospice, empire, Gaza, Genocide, Hospice, israel, kill lists, kinship, Lament, Lamentations, land, Land Back, Mother, Mother God, Motherhood, mourning, Palestine, phenology, photograph, photography, Poem, poet, poetry, Resistance, Revolution, Samsara, War, ZionismLeave a comment

lilacs re-leaf, re-bloom
in October
hummingbird moths feed,

common lilacs [Syringa vulgaris]
— not cultivars —
in unprecedented re-leaf and re-bloom
October 12, 2024


and simultaneously,

She’s un-be-coming a human be-ing

She’s destined to,

we’re destined to, too


no
need to
tell me, explain
what’s happening

as constant witness,

as constant, remote witness to slaughter,

as constant gardener,

as constant tender,

as constant daughter,


i see.

i recognize.

i know,

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Neith

On By ©️K.T. 2025In Alchemy, Arachne, autumn, crone chronicles, dirt road chronicles, earthlings, Mother, Mother God, Neith, ruralia, September, spider, the old gods, weaver, web of lifeLeave a comment

after weeks of near-drought, there came a life-bringing rainstorm,

and so Neith from her realms, overnight, joined in world-building, world-weaving with her Earthly kin

laying gossamer highway across the tree canopy, the meadow and the garden — an autumnal garland, glistening in the september morning light, heralding equinox

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House and Lineage of Mary

On By ©️K.T. 2025In Christ, Christmas, Christmas Eve, Christos, Gnosis, Gnostic, Mary, Mother, Mother God, MotherhoodLeave a comment 
“We are all called to be mothers of God, for God is always waiting to be born.”

— Meister Eckhart, 13th century German mystic
madonna & child stained glass
2013, Portage Park, Chicago
The Christmas narrative speaks to us beyond a phenomenal story about Mary and the Baby Jesus. It tells us about an inbreak of God's consciousness into the world. Inbreaks of the Divine require a flexible mind capable of letting go of every acquired concept of God. God gnosis is quite different from religious, historical, and any other kind of knowledge. The first emerges from within, throwing open our inner gates; the latter comes from without. 

Tau +Rosamonde Ikshvàku Miller+, 2012
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Oh, Tonantzin, Our Mother, Our Lady of Guadalupe!

On By ©️K.T. 2025In america, Capitalism, Colonization, Congo, Creation Story, Crone, demons, DRC, Earthling, Gaza, Genocide, Guadalupe, Indigenous Land, kin, La Virgen of Guadalupe, Lamentations, Life and Death, Mother, Mother God, Palestine, Sacred Feminine, spirits, State of Israel, The Virgin of Guadalupe, Tonantzin, WomenfolkLeave a comment

Today, on the feast day of La Virgen de Guadalupe, from the valley and river of the wolves,

who is and always was Tonantzin, the Nahuas’ Universal Mother of Earth, they being one and the same parthenogenetic Creatrix-entity of Life —and of Death, here on Earth:

art by @lala_wera

In the name of Tonantzin, I rebuke the State of Israel and the United States

— both nations stand defiantly in their ongoing slaughter of 18,000 human beings so far — nearly all of those killed — are Palestinian civilians and more than half of them are children — hundreds of thousands more are injured, maimed — in tremendous pain, suffering from unfathomable loss, from hunger, thirst, and disease — and dispossessed of and displaced from their mothers, families, beds, kitchens, homes, pets, art, schools, toys, lifework — and land,

and the Western and Eastern global capitalist powers — in their protracted genocide, mass exploitation, enslavement and dispossession of the People of Congo,

I call to and incant unto Tonantzin for the downfall of these two seated governments, and of the despots and oligarchs, that are a scourge on this good Earth and all Life upon it.

Tonantzin Tlalli Coatlicue

May these demons be stricken by Her snakes and devoured by Her wolves and may their bones be cast into the eternal inferno with not one cinder or ash remaining. Forgotten Forever.

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