Guest Post: The Unveiling
By Caroline Crockett Brock
A veiled Mormon woman is the ultimate expression of the collective female energy allowed to operate in the LDS church today. The collective “one of us” that remains unknown and unrevealed to ourselves and others.
Sure, she can breathe, but not deeply.
She can talk, but not loudly.
She can act, but not independently.
LDS leaders can, with their benign patriarchy, announce that women will now be “unveiled”.
They can proclaim that 2019 will be the year she can finally access and follow God directly.
But will this change truly address the deep underlying dynamics of “spiritual foot binding” women face as members of a church made by men for men? Is this a glorious new revelation or a reversal of a false truth perpetuated through the generations until enough men and women left the church in protest of its pernicious spiritual effects?
Every soul can have deep communion with God. No veils. No husband to bring a wife through to God’s presence. None need permission, and in fact, the process of spiritual enlightenment was never meant to be done with intermediaries—husband, priest or otherwise. To claim this new change with anything other than a deep and sincere apology is disturbing and insulting.
The energetic veil on Mormon women will remain until women stop asking for permission from leaders to do the following:
—Explore what a relationship with both God the Mother and God the Father feels like (news flash: it doesn’t require handshakes or secret words).
—Experiment with giving blessings of healing on our children and others in need.
—Pronounce matriarchal blessings.
—Develop a voice and generate a unique will in alignment with our soul’s inherent gifts and abilities.
—Understand what it means to access deeper states of embodied existence and higher states of consciousness.
—Explore what feminine spirituality looks like (spoiler alert: it’s not what is modeled in the church).
—Cultivate the ability to ask seek and knock with the great and terrible questions—ones that surface from deepest parts of our souls rather than from curriculum manuals or general conference talks.
Until the normal, rank and file woman in this church can speak without seeking an apology or asking permission, act without first getting approval, and breathe as though she deserves to occupy as much space in this church as men do—the true, energetic veil remains.
What is “revealed” is that this all male leadership wants to unveil us so we can seem equal while they continue to author and manage their own version of female godliness, asking us to simply bow our heads and say “yes”.
If our response is anything but yes, we are often seen as being ungrateful or unfaithful, especially given the recent changes. There is a feeling by others that we are women who will never be satisfied. Yet true satisfaction comes when the soul experiences a ceremony that honors, respects and feeds a soul–expanding consciousness and awareness of the deeper aspects of this mortal experience.
My response to those wondering if I’ll come back to an “adjusted” ceremony is currently the following:
Until the story of Adam and Eve is portrayed as a multi-layered yet flawed myth, historically used to justify the domination of men over women, I will not be back.
Until we recognize that signs and tokens (special knowledge) will never get a soul to heaven, and their use in the temple is superfluous and arcane, I will not participate.
Until the serpent is re-installed as a symbol for divine wisdom and an invitation to greater consciousness, rather than Satan, it will continue to obfuscate the sacred process of enlightenment it seeks to teach, and I will not support the propagation of false truths.
Until men and women are taught that the wilderness is a beautiful and wild place where a soul strikes out and learns to generate her own will in harmony with love and truth, the ceremony will be diluted, polluted and unfulfilling.
Until we have the humility to recognize the entire ceremony (from initiatories, to endowment, sealings, prayer circles and temple prep) needs the other half of it (feminine spiritual truths and access points to God) to even begin to be workable rather than “adjustments” made by men, it will not serve my holy purposes or fulfill my desires.
It’s not that I’m hard to please, it’s that I’ve lived in the garden.
I’ve eaten the apple.
I’ve died the death of immature and unwhole truths I was so smugly certain of
I braved the wilderness, and built my own fleshy altars.
I have entertained messengers from the mother–messengers I repeatedly rebuffed because I had only been taught to value male-based spirituality.
I have lain in the cold dark nights in that wilderness, longing for the safety and innocence of the garden again, knowing I could not return.
And slowly, I learned to pray my own prayers–not in rote fashion with hands in the air, but with the vibrations of my soul. With embodied living–garment and veil free.
I have forged a new life in this wilderness, one that is driven by desires and abundance rather than duty and sacrifice.
Higher laws are not lived in the gardens of our ignorance and certainty.
Even if they asked me to officiate in the temple–to stand in front of the altar and direct the ceremony, I would not return.
In my experience, the Garden’s Gate only swings one way.
So, while men in Salt Lake are arranging focus groups and handing out surveys, while they are tabulating diminishing tithing slips and trying to understand the dynamics behind a business model-type religion whose customer base is quickly shrinking, Ones of Us are arising and emerging from the wilderness. Ones of Us are bringing holy offerings for all to partake. Ones of Us are modeling heretofore unknown ways of moving through this world as a woman.
Sisters, arise and unveil yourselves.
Leave the garden of immaturity, certainty and ignorance.
Draw in that primordial breath whose depth and breadth can pull the tides.
It’s time to knock the mallet on the door of your feminine soul and invite yourself in.
Ones of us are gathering.
Written by Caroline Crockett Brock. Mother. Wife. Writer. Goddess in Embryo.