The Great Mother is in everything and everyone. She is both female and male – the giver and receiver, the creator and destroyer. She resides in every female creature and in every male, the same as every female has an element of the male (testosterone) and the male has an element of the female (oestrogen).
There is much about the division of the sexes these days: the ‘Battle of the Sexes’ has been a long one. But this manufactured and somewhat destructive conflict serves no purpose but to divide and conquer so as not unite against a greater darkness. While males and females may have different roles in life, we ultimately come together to make things work. That is the Great Mother in All of us.
Two of the Founders of the Clowder of Grimalhame were female – Diera Leptailura and Soriah Deodar – as were many Order Chiefs. In the Grimalkin world, there is no division between males and females although males are more suited to one job and females another. At Mordrach – Midwinter – there is a special festival honouring the females of the clowder. They receive gifts and are waited on paw and foot by the males. At Adrach – Midsummer – the roles are reversed and the males are honoured. This balance of equals ensures both sexes are honoured equally – there is no dominant sex even though clowders are essentially matriarchal in nature.
Even though the Head of every clowder or settlement is a female – a matriarchy – the balance of power is always equal and that is how is is always been. Both sexes respect enough and value each other and this is how our society works. Both sexes understand their roles and sometimes their roles overlap. But even though the Clowder Mothers are female, she is always democratically elected by females AND males. Both sexes have equal status under the law and none is favoured above the other. The Clowder Mother is still subject to scrutiny and is held accountable by all the citizens throughout her tenure.
The balance of power has never been in question all through Grimalkin society. Individuals are comfortable in their roles and society rolls along and adjusts as it needs to with the ups and downs of population growth and decline, with times of plenty and of want. Gender roles and equality have never been in question as Grimalkins have been left to find their own natural niches in life. Life always finds a way of evening out.
For many, winter is a testing period, especially for those who are old or infirm. Winter, the Time of Deepest Darkness, the time when the world sleeps, is also a time of healing and regeneration in preparation for the rigours of the coming of spring. During the Deepest Darkness, Grimalkins retreat into the safety of the clowders and settlements, to roaring hearths and hot meals. At Deepest Darkness, when Shamash’s supremacy is diminished by the Black Horse of Winter, the power of the Sun-Cat is not completely weakened by the loss of his magnificent mane of sun-rays. In these most shadowy of days, we are not forsaken but even the mighty Sun-Cat must rest and regain his strength. For now, The Black Horse of Winter and Inghira Moon-Cat rule these long nights and starry skies.
Winter is a productive time even though the earth seems to be sleeping. While the ground is covered in a deep quilt of snow, seeds are germinating below the earth and, like the seeds, Grimalkins are busy making do and mending. While the hard work of harvesting and gathering is at an end, the more creative pursuits of making Yule/Mordrach gifts and decorations begins.
Hibernation and retreating into the safety of the clowders and settlements is not just practical and life-saving, it is also a symbolic act – all must return to the earth, the body of the Great Mother, once a year, for regeneration and rebirth. We may lament the passing of the warm, heady days of summer but we rejoice that the toil of the past two seasons is over and we can finally enjoy the fruits of our labours. Winter is the final act in the great opera of the year, a time when we gather together with family, friends, neighbours, acquaintances and strangers and reaffirm our bonds of kinship with one another and express our gratitude for all that we have.
Shamash Sun-Cat and the Black Horse of Winter
Every year, at Oliach (autumn equinox), a great battle begins between two forces of nature. The astronomical observance of the autumn equinox last for three days and, on the first day of Oliach, Shamash Sun-Cat begin his epic battle with the Black Horse of Winter. This battle lasts until the final day of Oliach when the Sun-Cat is defeated and overcome by the Black Horse. During the battle, the Black Horse tears out the Sun-Cat’s mane and so his power wanes. As his mane is destroyed, the power of the suns wane until they almost disappear from sight at the midwinter solstice, at Mordrach. It is during this time the Black Horse reigns, bringing the snows and ice to the world. Shamash, his mane now gone, retreats into the belly of the earth until it starts to regrow. On the third day of the midwinter solstice, the first golden hair appears on his forehead and this heralds the return of the suns. Now his strength begins to return. But it will be an arduous process and the winter is long; he must rest and regenerate so he can fight her once more and bring light back to the world once more.
While the black horse of Winter may maim, defeat and banish Shamash Sun-Cat to the bowels of the earth, she is not an evil creature. She is an aspect of nature and creation like Shamash or Inghira. While many lament her coming, she serves an important purpose; she brings the winter, the dark, feminine half of the year when the earth must rest otherwise it will wither and die. Too much warm, masculine energy depletes and exhausts. There must be a balance of the masculine and feminine and the battle of Shamash and the Black Horse represents this. It is the balance of life. The earth and its creatures must rest. The Black Horse may seem harsh, but she is just and wise.
The Black Horse also represents the Great Mother Goddess in Her Crone aspect – deep, powerful, strong, introspective. She goes paw-in-hoof with Inghira Moon-Cat, the bringer of sleep, dreams, and healing through darkness. The Black Horse also brings these things but on a larger and longer scale, of days, months, years and aeons, rather than the minutes and hours by which we live by. The continual cycle of wakefulness and hibernation the earth must endure ensures it and its creatures regenerate and renew endlessly over many ages. This has been the task of the Black Horse and Shamash Since the Creation in the First Days of the New Dawn.
She is not a force to be feared even though she may bring death to many. But after the winter solstice, her power begins to fade. Shamash’s mane begins to grow and the world is preparing for the re-emergence of the light. At Falia, the vernal equinox, Shamash returns to the world and defeats the Black Horse of Winter and drives her back to the high north where she will stay until Oliach. As Shamash’s mane grows the suns become warmer and climb higher in the sky until, at Adrach, the summer solstice, it is fully grown and he, and the suns, are at full power.