DISCOVER YOUR HERETIC HEART

Now picture this: Birth control drugs are not. In fact, one of the most important drugs, called “The Morning-After Pill” has not even been approved for use in the U.S.

We all know that the Bush regime is determined to prohibit abortion. So, why do they prohibit the selling of a drug that will prevent the necessity for many abortions? And why do they make Viagra and all like drugs free so males can impregnate more women?

Isn’t there something wrong with those pictures?

Why are they allowed to do this? The answer is, BECAUSE THEY CAN. Their whole attack against women is based on religion because they know that women have been brainwashed for eons by men’s religions. Religions that generally give males a free pass and penalize and threaten women. http://www.aberdeennews.com/mld/aberdeennews/news/10877880.htm

It has just been in the last century that more and more women have broken from the strictures of the religious laws that enslaved them. They woke up and found the courage to think.

They rediscovered their heretic heart. They gave themselves permission. They cast off the fake authority of religions.

Heretic Heart
By Catherine Madsen

I am a bold and a Pagan soul,
A-ramblin' through this land,
I judge the world by my own lights,
And I come by my own hand,
And if you ask me where I learned,
To live so recklessly
My skin, my bones, my
Heretic heart,
Are my authority.

My mother was a singer of tales,
My father a dreaming man,
And I have swung from the dragon's tongue
And danced on Holy Land,
I've sung the seed up out of the ground,
And the bird down from the tree
My skin, my bones, my
Heretic heart
Are my authority.

I once was found but now I'm gone,
Away from the "Faithful Fold",
Of those who preach that holiness,
Is to do as you are told,
Though law and scripture, priest and prayer,
Have all instructed me
My skin, my bones, my
Heretic heart
Are my authority.

Now they tell me Jesus loves me,
But I think that he loves in vain,
He must go unrequited,
On me he has no claim,
For the man who would command me must wear the horn and let me be.
My Goddess is the Lady Moon,
Whose tides run deep in me
My skin, my bones, my
Heretic heart
Are my authority.

And while I breathe this glorious air,
An outlaw I'll remain,
My body will not be subdued,
And I will not be "saved,"
And if I cannot shout it loud, I'll sing it secretly
My skin, my bones, my
Heretic heart
Are my authority.

gapperserve@peoplepc.com

2005-008

Copyright 2005 Renee T. Louise and Ruth M. Sprague, Ph.D. These articles may be republished for noncommercial use only, provided that they are copied intact, and that this copyright notice is attached. Address all queries to: gapperserve@peoplepc.com.