The Queen of Heaven is mentioned only in the book of Jeremiah. Jeremiah was a prophet who spoke out against idolatry. He regarded the Queen of Heaven as a heathen goddess, suggesting a marital rift between Yahweh and his wife.
Jeremiah 7: 16–19
Jeremiah 44: 15–19
But it’s important to note that the passages, especially Jeremiah 44, show that making offerings to the Queen of Heaven was a long-institutionalized practice that the Israelites had been doing for ages. This wasn’t just some new pagan practice that sprouted out of nowhere.
Ancient Middle Eastern religions were all pantheistic.
The first monotheistic religion was invented by Zoroaster, who declared that Ahura Mazda (the Wise Lord) was a supreme god who ruled over 12 angels of good and 12 of evil.
Later, innovators like the prophets, Abraham and Moses, introduced true Monotheism.
The god of Judaism, Christianity and Islam is thought to be an immaterial being, a spirit or power that inhabits a higher realm.
Heaven (the sky or the cosmos) becomes a metaphor for that realm in Christianity and Islam.
But the realm of God it is also imagined as Paradise, something like a perfect earth (especially since imaterial spirits would have no needs) and all live in eternal peace.
I get the impression that religious Jews don't follow this kind of poetic imagery, either in symbolism or literal faith.
The Kabbalah gives a better idea of how God permeates existence. The pale grey Da'att is invisible, unattainable, incomprehensible, permeating all, and is the essence of God. The student of the Kabbalah come closer to God by working through, understanding and manifesting each of the sephirot in a balanced way, using each according to what is required.
Perhaps for the same reason no reference is made to Mother Time.
The seminal mythologies are almost uniformly Patriarchal, as we may glean from bookworm’s post. Women and the Earth are analogized as fertile sources from which life springs. Nature represents the processes common to both.
Time is capricious, grinding and relentless. Could only be male...
This post was edited by Don Barzini at May 12, 2020 11:27 AM MDTTry to form an idea of her; she mutates.
She bounces like a frog from rock to lotus pad.
Like a spring, she runs dry in too long droughts,
recharges in times of plenty.
She moves like a river in rills and waterfalls,
turns stagnant at times, her flow stopped where a meander cuts off...
or, in full flood, tears down all boundaries sweeping all into herself.
She moves like the currents and waves of an ocean,
moves as coriolis forces.
She is the thundering wave of a storm
and the mirror water of a hole in the wind.
She lives in darkest deeps where sulphurous vapours and magma erupt,
where phosphorescent creatures glow in the dark,
and rises up to dwell in sunlit surfaces.
Of what can she consist when her state
shifts, evolves, dissolves from one to another,
fire, air, water, earth and ether?
You have a message? She flies like Mercury.
Rub a stick: she smolders, bursts into flame.
(Does this count as side fries?)