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For we have only begun to express how we see the world. And after our angers have risen and spent themselves, and we have made peace with our deepest and feminine selves, we can settle down to getting the world written and into print.
By Virginia Love Long, Jenovefa Knoop, Elizabeth Cox, Jaki Shelton, Marilyn Michael, Barbara Street, Jean Wilson, Marsha Poirier, Sarah Keith, Judy HoganNovember 1975I’ll start with feeling bad. It’s a bone with a little — you should pardon the expression — meat on it. Tears are tears. Nobody needs to tell you how to feel bad. It’s as natural as bleeding. As natural as concentration camps, impotence, or saying the wrong thing.
By Sy SafranskySeptember 1975If his words evoke for you the same renewed wonder at the possibilities of creation, the same suggestion of undreamt-of expression, unacknowledged realities, and unlimited self-realization, I might escape a little of the karmic shitstorm that comes from saying: read this book.
By Sy SafranskySeptember 1975We create the world with our beliefs. This is as true of global ecologies as of our more personal environment — our bodies, our homes.
June 1975“Illness,” she says, “is caused by your own actions in this or a former lifetime. Killing, stealing, and lying can draw illness to yourself.” In one out of ten illnesses, she continues, an evil spirit is present.
By Sy SafranskyJune 1975Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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