Although the patriarchal ego prides itself on being reasonable, the twentieth century has been anything but the Age of Reason. In our collective neurosis, we have raped the earth, disrupted the delicate balance of nature, and created phallic missiles of mass destruction. Ironically, in our desperate attempt to keep death at bay (or prevent dissolution, from the point of view of the ego) we have brought ourselves to the brink of extinction. So long as we deny the Great Mother..(separating ourselves from the vast creative field of nature), we will continue to act out neurotic fantasies and endanger our very survival as a species.
Anyone who has labored to release the Goddess from the darkness of centuries of abuse has returned from the excavation with a paradox. She who is dead is alive. All we have to do is open our eyes…and there she is, dancing in every apple blossom, in the song of every purple finch, as well as in the flames of passion that we call life.
Marion Woodman
Emerging From The Dark Night 