The Queen of My Self

The Queen of My Self

Astro Queen

posted by Donna Henes

CONGRATULATIONS!!!
To the 3 winners of the Third Anniversary Book Give Away:

Linda Null, North Carolina
Kali Frye, New Hampshire
Meredith Sterling, Texas

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Astro Queen

Hypatia of Alexandria was a brilliant, eloquent and beautiful Hellenized Egyptian philosopher, mathematician, astronomer, astrologer and teacher, who was savagely murdered by Archbishop Cyril and his fanatical Christian mob. Hypatia was born before her time, and she died before her time.

She lived during the late 4th and early 5th centuries, a golden age of great learning and culture in Alexandria. Hypatia was raised by her father, Theon, a mathematician, philosopher and  noted astronomer and astrologer. Theon educated Hypatia, teaching her mathematics, science, literature, philosophy and the arts. In addition, he had her participate in a daily routine of vigorous exercise with him. Legend has it that he was determined that his daughter would develop into the “perfect human being.”

Lovely Hypatia was pursued, but she never married, choosing instead to pursue her scholarly endeavors. Hypatia is the earliest woman scientist whose life is well documented. In addition to her work in the sciences, she was a philosopher and teacher of pure Pagan Greek philosophy –  Platonic and Aristotelian. She was a lover of wisdom, not of faith or godliness, but of mind and the “Supreme Good” — those noblest rules of human conduct and happiness.

Life is an unfoldment, and the further we travel the more truth we can
comprehend. To understand the things that are at our door is the best
preparation for understanding those that lie beyond.
- Hypatia

She wrote many books on mathematics as well as on astronomy, her favorite subject. Her greatest invention was the astrolabe. She created it to locate and track the movement of the stars, which she also noted in detailed tables of her observations. Sailors used the astrolabe and her navigation tables for the next 1200 years. But Hypatia’s love for astronomy was to be her doom. And the fact that she was a pagan didn’t help.

“Heathenism” didn’t sit well with the Christian leaders. St. Cyril of Alexandria, patriarch of the city, soon made himself known by his violent treatment against Jews, pagans and heretics. He initiated the destruction of old temples and their works of art by mob-led priests and monks. And he burned the great college and library of Alexandria, the last bastians of Greek culture, incinerating more than 500,000 volumes.

And here was our Hypatia — A 65-year old Queen of great stature and influence. a prominent, respected figure with a large and loyal following of students and disciples. There is no doubt that she would have been seen as a threat to patriarchal Christianity.

There was a woman in Alexandria named Hypatia . . . who surpassed all the philosophers of the time . . . They (monks) watch her returning to her house, pull her out of her carriage, and drag her to the Caesarean church. They strip her of her clothes and kill her with tiles (oyster shells or crockery). They tore her body limb from limb and burned the parts in a place called the ‘Cinaron.’
- Ecclesiastical History, book VII

The murder and dismemberment of the noble Hypatia by mad Christian monks was the death of philosophy in Alexandria and the demise also of the growing recognition of women’s dignity.  

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The Queen welcomes questions concerning all issues of interest to women in their mature years. Send your inquiries to thequeenofmyself@aol.com.

Celebrating Three Months

posted by Donna Henes

Happy Anniversary!

Today marks three months that I have been writing this Beliefnet blog. During this time and through this connection, I have been delighted to meet some really wonderful, interesting, accomplished Queens.

It is my hope that these articles have been enlightening, inspiring and encouraging as you follow your path to personal sovereignty.

In honor of this auspicious occasion, I will be giving away signed copies of my book, The Queen of My Self, to the first three women who contact me at thequeenofmyself@aol.com today and request one.

It is as simple as that! Just send me an email before midnight tonight and ask me for a book! Of course your feedback, ideas, thoughts and suggestions are, as always welcome, as are your comments on these pages.

Best regal blessings to Queens everywhere.

xxQueen Mama Donna

AAADD: Know The Symptoms

posted by Donna Henes

Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. or
Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

Thank goodness there’s a name for this disorder.
Somehow I feel better even though I have it!

This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden.
As I turn on the hose in the driveway,
I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.

As I start toward the garage,
I notice mail on the porch table that
I brought up from the mailbox earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys on the table,
Put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table,
And notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back
On the table and take out the garbage first.

But then I think,
Since I’m going to be near the mailbox
When I take out the garbage anyway,
I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my check book off the table,
And see that there is only one check left.

My extra checks are in my desk in the study,
So I go inside the house to my desk where
I find the can of Pepsi I’d been drinking

I’m going to look for my checks,
But first I need to push the Pepsi aside
So that I don’t accidentally knock it over.

The Pepsi is getting warm,
And I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Pepsi,
A vase of flowers on the counter
Catches my eye — they need water.

I put the Pepsi on the counter and
Discover my reading glasses that
I’ve been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk,
But first I’m going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter,
Fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote.
Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV,
I’ll be looking for the remote,
But I won’t remember that it’s on the kitchen table,
So I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs,
But first I’ll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers,
But quite a bit of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back on the table,
Get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then, I head down the hall trying to
Remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:
The car isn’t washed
The bills aren’t paid
There is a warm can of Pepsi sitting on the counter
The flowers don’t have enough water,
There is still only 1 check in my check book,
I can’t find the remote,
I can’t find my glasses,
And I don’t remember what I did with the car keys.
Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today,
I’m really baffled because I know I was busy all damn day,
And I’m really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem,
And I’ll try to get some help for it,
But first I’ll check my e-mail…

Do me a favor.
Forward this message to everyone you know,
Because I don’t remember who the hell I’ve sent it to.

- Sent in by the Queens in the New Bern, NC Queen Group  

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The Queen welcomes questions concerning all issues of interest to women in their mature years. Send your inquiries to thequeenofmyself@aol.com.

The Liberation of Letting Go

posted by Donna Henes

Here are some wise words from Queens:

Letting Go Takes Love

To let go does not mean to stop caring,
it means I can’t do it for someone else.

To let go is not to cut myself off,
it’s the realization I can’t control another.

To let go is not to enable,
but allow learning from natural consequences.

To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means
the outcome is not in my hands.

To let go is not to try to change or blame another,
it’s to make the most of myself.

To let go is not to care for,
but to care about.

To let go is not to fix,
but to be supportive.

To let go is not to judge,
but to allow another to be a human being.

To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others to affect their destinies.

To let go is not to be protective,
it’s to permit another to face reality.

To let go is not to deny,
but to accept.

To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,
but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.

To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,
but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.

To let go is not to criticize or regulate anybody,
but to try to become what I dream I can be.

To let go is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.

To let go is to fear less and love more.

-Author unknown

Liberation

Needed to be pruned
In order to bloom
Too much dead wood
Keeps us stagnant
Rigid, unyielding
Conforming to pre-suggestion
I got tired of dragging yesterday around
Like a dead co-joined twin
Took a pair of shears to that
Albatross dangling from my neck
There is huge freedom
In surrender…

- © Alison Stormwol, Scotlandf

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The Queen welcomes questions concerning all issues of interest to women in their mature years. Send your inquiries to thequeenofmyself@aol/com.

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