Well, I was thinking of putting a black border around the Valentine's Day post, but I'm not that negative about romance -- or that tech savvy. Last Christmas, I posted on the Mormon adoration of the Virgin Mary as the hot virgin, getting busy with God, so Valentine's Day seemed like the appropriate time to post on the other Mary of Christendom (and Mormondom) -- Mary Magdalene.If the archetypal women are the mother and the whore, then the Mormon religion has done better (at least in its more entertaining early years) than any other religion to combine the mother and whore into each Mary -- the virgin and the sinner. Mary Magdalene is the concubine of Christ. The church may be the bride to Christ's bridegroom, but for Mormon's Mary M. is the bedded bride, the mother of Christ's offspring (of whom according to Brigham Young, included none other than Joseph Smith).
The Mormon male gods are so adorably horny. Christ according to Orson Hyde was married not only to the sinner Mary M., but to that other Mary and her sister Martha as well. As man now is . . . Mormons have to be the only ones who ever thought Christ had multiple wives.
Mary M. has so much I could write about and probably will in the posts to come. I just have to ask -- Look at Rueben's painting of Christ and Mary M above. I know it isn't just me, but I've seen this same scenario a million times in porn -- woman kneeling with her face in the man's groin and the man about to fall into a state of undress. Christ is risen --- Glory, Hallelujah.
Before you all have me drawn and quartered as a complete and total heathen, I bring you this quote on Mary Magdalene from a Jungian analyst, Nancy Qualls-Corbett:" When the feminine principle of Eros is repressed, there is no connection to one's inner being, to humanity, and to nature. . . . Without the element of divine love mediating sexual experience, gratification is short lived. . . Men [and women] lose the experience of intimacy not only with the "external" woman, but also with their own unconscious feminine nature, the anima." See -- just doing my part to make the world more psychologically whole on this Valentine's Day.
Lyrics to Magdalena by A Perfect Circle
(Oh, I wish I knew how to publish the audio -- but the link does a good job)
overcome by your moving temple
overcome by this holiest of altars
so pure, so rare to witness
such a lovely goddess
i lost my self control
beyond compelled to throw this dollar down
before your holiest of altars
i'll sell my soul, my self esteem
a dollar at a time for one chance, one kiss
one taste of you my magdalena
i've bared witness to this place, this lair, so long forgotten
so pure, so rare, to witness such a lovely goddess
and i'd sell my soul, my self-esteem
a dollar at a time for one chance, one kiss,
one taste of you my black madonna
i'll sell my soul, my self-esteem
a dollar at a time
for one taste, one taste
one taste of you my magdalena
Happy Fucking Valentine's Day and to all a Good Night.
