Day: March 26, 2009

Growing Up Without the Goddess

I just posted this review on Amazon of Sandra Pope’s page-turner Growing Up Without the Goddess: A Journey through Sexual Abuse to the Sacred Embrace of Mary Magdalene
At last this story gets to be told

I was so engrossed in Growing Up Without the Goddess that at times I became detached from reality, as though I was in an alternate world — which, when I forced myself to put down the book, I realized I was — Sandra Pope’s world! Her story is BEYOND riveting; it is soul-bonding. 
This author, with her hypnotic, almost mythical writing style, peels back the layers of human nature and expresses it so profoundly that you just can’t stop reading. I literally couldn’t tear my eyes away from the page waiting for the next thing to happen. And this is a true story! Truth is more exhilarating than fiction. It reads like a combination of The Secret Life of Bees and Rich Man, Poor Man. 
It is healing to read this book. The author says it was healing to write it. You will enter her world and hold it in your heart. 
If you have your own embracing the Sacred Feminine story, you must read Growing Up Without the Goddess, find your voice, and write YOUR story. It needs to be told, needs to enter human consciousness in these significant times, just like this book…

If you are a daughter, or have daughters, or both, you MUST experience this book. By the way, as I wrote the second to the last line I was thinking of many of you who have Growing Up Without Goddess stories. Write your life people, join your stories to this growing movement started by brave and beautiful Sandra Pope.  I mean it, her book reads like a combination of Rich Man, Poor Man and The Secret Life of Bees.  I don’t read many stories or autobiographies, preferring non-story, non-fiction type of “documentary” books. But Growing Up Without Goddess…. wow, I gave up sleep for it, and the time flew… 3, 4, then 5 o’clock in the morning and still I was there.  Oh hey!, one of the surreal parts of Sandra’s book for me personally is when Joan Norton showed up in the story. How can this be?, asked my subconscious mind woozy on the power of the story.  Sandra’s tale is otherworldly, how can a “real” person like Joan whom I’ve met “in the flesh” be here, talking, holding her pen, using her kind penetrative eyes to look at our heroine.  It actually freaked me out in a “spiritual experience” kind of way. That’s how mythically, hypnotically, Sandra weaves her words. You gotta read it… you will never be the same. 
(And pssst, our GoddessChristians forum is mentioned at the very end. Just by being here, you are a pioneering member of the awakening to the Sacred Feminine movement!)

–Katia