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Someone here, asked me if a man could be a crone? - "an intuitive older woman"? I replied that "no, even though I think we all have everything inside us - yin and yang, anima and animus, male and female - that I have too much of a grumpy old man in me now. Thank goodness, I have lost most of the horny womanizing young man!
When one said that they saw some crone in me, I replied that I was very honored, that meant to me that they saw some unconditional love in me." Thank you, Annie, though the question was by another wonderful woman.
no mistake, ron
With the permission from the respondent, Sherry, I am pasting this from another site:
Being a crone is the ability to finally connect with myself as a woman. I have chosen crone because in the wiccan religion the crone is the wise old woman. In our patariarch society older and old people are to be thrown away. Crone has the abilities to love unconditionally. Everybody in a crones societies have something to bring to the table. It is to bless the goddess first and later just to love woman. To learn self love not the self hate that society has placed over our heads. A woman should be validated as being a woman not validated as being a woman from a mans point of view. The sexual enslavement of sexual youth is no longer a problem. Getting older a woman can walk into stores finally free of learing eyes from men. Not always but in my youth i was always being hit on by a male or looked up and down at...I was taught in youth all the proper ways to treat a male. I found alot of it just validated a males false ego.
As a crone I expect respect and i will also give respect. I guess being a crone is seeing the wasted opprtunities I had as a young attractive female. The disrespect that man has over woman. The education I could have had...my curiousity never satisfied. Being disrespected because I am a woman and being disrespected because i am getting older.
Like I said the positive is finally being left alone by man. I can self study without negative feedbacks by males. I am no longer letting a male dominated world rule my intuitions. i am now allowed to wonder into the mystical worlds. I fear less the unknown..... I want to know. Just because everybody is doing it doesn't mean it is right for me. The only individual i have to prove anything to is to myself and my maker. Knowing the human journey will be coming to an end shortly and trying to crammm all that bs i learned in youth and unlearn it in my crone-hood....xxo
With the permission of the respondent, Clarita, I am pasting this from another site:
1. crone image:
It conjures up this image: A woman who is a mystery to most people because she has aged with grace and uses herself wisely. A down to earth grandma with a wild hair that seems to have sprung out of a fountain of youth. Published, as you said, the song in her own heart by learning to stay in lifes process.
2. I had no idea 'crone' even existed until my best friend informed me of her existence. I had my own thoughts on 'this elder which closely connected. My friend's sharing is what moved me to join.
3. I think the possibilities are endless because of the dynamics. To put it simply I would describe it a marriage of wisdom and creativity at its best. A ripened fruit which is unique to each woman.
4. a: My experience with comedy crone: The closest I can come to this is the true ability to be honest. To laugh at oneself.
b: tragedy crone........hmmmm this reminds me of an experience I had when I was about 12 or 13.
I spent one summer with a married couple who were friends of my parents. They lived out in the country. Staying in the same house with them was an older son, the wifes sister, and their two mothers. Both mothers the same age.
Those mothers became for me the crones of tragedy and comedy.
I became very attracted to the mother of the husband who spent most of her time alone in her room. She used a walker to come to dinner and struggled to get there. She had a gentle smile and a magic sparkle in her eyes. She didn't mind doing things herself.
The other mother ran up and down stairs and went out a lot with her daughters.
I forgot their names but it doesn't matter. I will refer to them as running grandma and sitting grandma.
I grew to love sitting grandma with the walker who didn't come out much. She didn't seem to mind it one bit. She was content with something inside herself. Her hair was completely white and she was a tad overweight. Lets say she looked like a real old fashion grandmother. The kind with the big dress in pastel designs. Nothing bothered her. She loved everyone. I became curious about her good nature. She welcomed my visits to her room . She shared many beautiful books and dreams with me. I spent hours in her presence I can still remember holding the books and the magic in her eyes. The big window with colored curtains. Her pink lips and sweet smile. Never a bad word to say about anyone. Never a complaint. It was a little hard for her to see but youd never know by the brightness of her eyes and the sharpness of her mind!
Running grandma I got to know from a distance. She complained constantly even though she had constant company and fast running legs. She had great vision because she never fell down and she ran a lot! I felt she had a lot to smile about and yet I never saw her smile. Her long grey thick hair was made into two braid that came almost to her waist. She had strong legs to run, lots of energy, a body in good shape and not overweight, lots of places to go, children who kept her company, a beautiful family to have dinner with every night, peasant conversation, and nothing pleased her. She never smiled and her eyes looked angry. There was always a reason to be miserable. Nothing was ever right. People were always doing things wrong. This was normal in this particular household. No one seem to notice but me!!!
This is the comedy and tragedy of crones as I experienced it long ago.
Believe me they go hand in hand with most men!The ego is not a body part...
Here is the answer(question) back from the questioner: "Yes, it must be nice not to have a body part cloud your thinking. :))" YES! That 'body part" was the part that got me into a bad marriage - trophy wife who ripped me off big time.