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Woman is Jesus. Sort of.

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It occurred to me that woman, in most natural religions, is seen as creator, that which life originates. Woman is our goddess. And we as humans often want to see our gods in the flesh, to tear them down, subjugate them, destroy them, as a way to feel better about our utter confusion of existing in an imperfect world, shoveled off into a land of love and violence equipped with want want want. As a twisted way of forcing balance.

As we did with Jesus. As we do with women.

Rather than embrace, we are prone to deface.

So, did Jesus die for  our sins? Or because of them?

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