As Daoism took root, Laozi was recognized as a god. (see: : excerpt: " The story of Laozi has taken on strong religious overtones since the Han dynasty. While living in Los Angeles Eldredge was looking for a "worldview." After exploring other religions, Eastern mysticism, Lao-Tzu, Professionally, I’m a writer and a speaker. See Wikipedia:, excerpt which conveniently omits his testimony of drug use, arrests, etc when young, but is declared in the Todd Friel audios below. He is John Eldredge, of, and "The Father Effect", and YouTube Channel , former self-described "flaming pagan", known more recently for his books "Wild at Heart" and "Waking the Dead" among others of similar heretical nature and twisted theology born of his man-centered, carnal and wild imagination, bathed in psychobabble. But we learned to wear the name with pride.In keeping with the ongoing purpose driven saturation campaign and resultant rampant integration of counseling, psychotherapy, behavior modification, and other mind remediation and therapeutic methodologies into the churches, we would like to focus in on one particular "Christian author" of some popularity. Weyward, they called us, when we would not submit, would not bend to their will. It was men who marked us so, in the time when language was but a shoot curling from the earth. We did not need stonemasons to carve our names into rock as proof we had existed.Īll we needed was to be returned to the wild. Instead, the Weyward bones rested in the woods, in the fells, where our flesh fed plants and flowers, where trees wrapped their roots around our skeletons. Our ancestors-the women who walked these paths before us, before there were words for who they were-did not lie in the barren soil of the churchyard, encased in rotting wood. Why the crows-the ones who carry the sign-watch over us and do our bidding, why their touch brings our abilities into sharpest relief. That is why roots and leaves yield so easily under our fingers, to form tonics that bring comfort and healing. The animals, the birds, the plants-they let us in, recognizing us as one of their own.
We can feel it, she said, the same way we feel rage, sorrow, or joy.
There was something about us-the Weyward women-that bonded us more tightly with the natural world.
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