My rating: 5 of 5 stars
The Coming of the Feminine Christ, by Niamh Clune.
Publisher: Plum Tree Books; 2nd edition (June 22, 2012)
5 Star rating.
I don’t normally review works of non-fiction, although this book caught my fancy from chapter one, compelling me first to read, then write about its content. At first, a tad defensive by the onset of the missive I read in the first few paragraphs, wary because of my own inner message of hope I’ve been carrying since childhood, what came next drew me in nonetheless.
Like those first tenants of the gloomy Cave of Treasures, Clune immediately takes us by the hand, down the meandering path of her own disinterring of the divine message she received from a celestial being while trekking through the virgin forests of western Canada.
As she puts it plainly, this research and material she so generously shares with us took twenty years of her life to glean and decipher, to interpret and order.
The road begins with the author’s inner path to self-discovery: avowal of tales stemming from a challenging childhood, with occasional stopovers to review the psychological map drawn from our fathers of philosophy and such masters as Freud, Jung, and Descartes, to name a few.
Progressing with care, she valiantly holds the lantern to illuminate our way through labyrinths of myths of many epochs, also representing many nations, from Christianity to Buddhism to beyond. Clearly, Clune infuses the idea of connections between all humans to enable us to awaken to our cohorts’ similarities, and thus, allow us to breathe life into our unconscious psyche.
I particularly enjoyed the tales of the Holy Grail, a lesser known entity for me. Clune undoubtedly did her research, (evident in the many pages of bibliography at the back of the book) as she brings great detail to the story of Perceval, the Red Knight, and how his adventures can enlighten us to many of our modern-day responses.
This book delivers quite a punch. Niamh Clune, having more than 30 years of international experience in helping people to understand the inner life of psyche, was able to compile a study that is well worth its weight in gold. For instance, I had to dip twice into Clune’s abyss of the male-female divide. Insightful, thoroughly refreshing, her conclusion on how to best align both poles not dissimilar to my own.
Yet this is not why I gave the book a five star rating. The story offers two positive and very attainable goals for me.
First, I believe all readers, from whatever walks of life they’ve emerged, or stage of awareness they have attained, will gather handfuls of gems from Clune’s story—little placeholders that will help all of them move forward on their own path of self-discovery.
Also, I have a strong feeling that the entreaty will go a long way to nudging humanity from its long, dark slumber. The ending brought a smile to my face and a tear to eyes glazed with a wonderful crescendo of hope.