Snuff It #4
Abortion As A Sacred Right
by Nevada Kerr
Abortion is a sacred rite that has been performed by women for centuries.
The midwife, healer, shaman or witch is the holy abortionist. She has been
hounded by christians for millennia. It is time for this witch-hunt to end!
With the help of the holy abortionist, in the form of the death goddess,
the crone, or the medusa, we will overcome this new onslaught by the christian
fanatics. Century after century these zealots try to impose their feeble
morality on women. They claim that god has sovereign power over issues of
life and death.
This is far from the truth. Women as the goddess incarnate in all her
forms and in particular in the shape of the hag, shrew, or fury who devours
life in her gaping mouth with her sharp fangs, has sovereign power over
issues of life and death. Let us not forget that when she decides her
children are fated to die, so be it! She is the mother of necessity. She
is the groomless bride who traverses the bridge between the worlds and
carries the souls of aborted children to the other side. Like Lilith, she
mercifully robs them of their breath. We are all on loan here and the death
goddess must protect her own interests! No one can argue with the whirlwind
who sweeps the doomed away! Her word is law!
Today we hope to invoke the wisdom and justice of the sacred abortionist,
and in defense of women we scoff at these hysterical christians! All hope
for an overpopulated planet is born in the darkness of her lethal grasp!
Praise loudly the victorious destroyer of unwanted and unneeded children!
She who has the right of jurisdiction owns the souls of this earthly tribe!
You may shudder, shake, and tremble! These are appropriate responses. Fear,
awe, dread, and reverence are what the death mother has come to expect!
With sickle in hand, she seizes the sated and weary souls of the damned!
These christians here today only make her job more difficult than it needs
to be. Like a goblin-mother, she who suckles the stillborn babe also
comforts the mad and possessed. Beloved and misguided christians--know that
you are vigilantly watched over by the ever-present destroyer who will
someday swoop down upon you and gracefully carry you away! The nature of
desire, the truth of life itself has always been death--the all-seeing one
who demands responsibility from those who procreate and overpopulate this
Do not misunderstand! She means to do harm! You can invoke your insane
and giddy god all day long. It will do no good. He has no power here!
She who whets your appetite with sexual pleasures also whets the knife.
She grasps, binds, and enthralls! The holy abortionist only summons those
who are deserving of the call! She is free from imperfection! Like husks
removed from grain, the unborn are hers! She marks her territory, a boundary
these christians here today have crossed over.
These misguided christians think they can strike a bargain with the grave,
shriek at the whirlwind, bellow and screech at the all-devouring one. The
fearful one, the holy abortionist is deaf to their pleading and will win in
There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe. It has symmetry,
elegance, and grace--those qualities you find always in that which the true
artist captures. You can find it in the turning of the seasons, in the way
sand trails along a ridge, in the branch clusters of the creosote bush or
the pattern of its leaves. We try to copy these patterns in our lives and
our society, seeking the rhythms, the dances, the forms that comfort. Yet,
it is possible to see peril in the finding of ultimate perfection. It is
clear that the ultimate pattern contains its own fixity. In such perfection,
all things move towards death.
-from "The Collected Sayings of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan
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