There’s a concept in some African spiritual beliefs and New World religions of the world being a marketplace. It’s where everything can be bought, sold or bartered; friendships formed; laughter shared and romances begun. It’s not a fluorescent-light lit, warehouse-sized building but a vibrant community that is the glue, and perhaps the soul, of the world. The marketplace is under the protection and direction of female spirits. Commerce is a feminine activity in the view of these belief systems (fyi an old English meaning of commerce is ‘social dealings between people’). There’s a view that the world and her children are in such turmoil because the marketplace is now about the ka-ching and not the caring. The marketplace belongs to faceless global organisations concerned about the profit, not about the person. Our world, our marketplace, no longer cares about us. Within the past month or so, one of the spirits of the marketplace has made herself known to me. Ayizan, whose name means Sacred Earth, rules over the marketplace and commerce. She also oversees the initiation into the mysteries, keeping traditions alive and is the archetypical high priestess. She’s old, as old as the Earth herself. I’ve been looking for inspiration […]
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