01/17/2023
It is interesting, synchronous even, how at the times of working on this, there have been some of the worst storms to ever hit the US historically. It was unintentional, but I literally could not have created a more perfect backdrop in which to create this Goddess, Tiamat, the Great Mother.
Tiamat is of the “Old Gods”. Her lineage begins in ancient Mesopotamia, where she is known as the goddess of chaos and creation, the original and literal “Mother of Dragons”. She is fierce and untamed, her energies beyond words like “power” and “All-consuming”.
(Before all things, there was only salt water
and Tiamat, the strength of all elements and chaos, dwelt in it.
Some legends describe her as a serpent
and some as a mixture of Dragon and Woman
but all converge on a truth:
She is the mother of everything that exists, even of the Gods themselves.)
It is said that at one point Apsu, the personification of fresh water, took Tiamat as consort, and the first Gods were born. They were wild, unruly children who displeased their father, who tried to persuade Tiamat to kill them and thus create heaven and earth.
Tiamat was having none of that, as she loved her children too much. It was Marduk, one of the younger Gods, who shot an *arrow of wind* against her belly, killing her. Marduk cut her body in two: The upper half becoming the heavens and the lower half the earth. Her saliva turned into clouds and her tears shed during her ex*****on gave rise to the Tigris and Euphrates rivers. Even so, Tiamat remained alive as the great circle that contains everything, representing nature and life itself.
She is the living symbol of the chaos of creation, and of the order that is formed from it.
Chaos is necessary for creation. We gaze around us at this world which seems a tempest of uncertainty, people flailing hither and yon and a pervasive darkness which serves no purpose. How we forget the great beingness that exists which is always perpetual change and changing.
How do we re-remember then
our Great Mother who is within all things
and loves us beyond
our own understanding?
Reframing the ways in which we see chaos and disorder, as in not stumbling looking for reasons, but rather accepting in wisdom the Nature of creation.
We must look with different eyes to see the beauty within the storm. To know that everything is purposed, and trusting that wholly, surrender to be the light within.
And so, I give you Tiamat, who gave me so many blessings and signs while creating her. Spending the morning once again tracking storms, I had just finished her and gotten the mail, and found within it a butterfly. The symbol of regeneration. But along with the butterfly, the sender had been urged inexplicably to send me a gift: A teeny tiny pine cone in a small glass vial.
I immediately googled “pine cone Tiamat”, and discovered several ancient bas-relief relics from Mesopotamia, one of which featured one of the Old Gods, winged and majestic, and holding
A pine cone.
Also a symbol of regeneration, and representative of the pineal gland.
Nothing is happenstance.
All is magic. Even in the midst of chaos.
And especially then.