Turns out, I’m an actual goddess.
Yep. Seriously. Check this out!
I was in San Francisco a few years back for the Romance Writers of America (RWA) national convention. My sister Melanie was with me. Now Melanie and I come from a family of seven children. More specifically, seven girls.
Uh huh. All seven of us are female. No brothers. Not a one.
Melanie is #6 and I just happen to be #7. We got into a cab with a super cool new-agey lady cab driver—the kind I’ve only ever met in San Francisco btw, but I digress—the cabby started asking Mel and I where we’re from, etc. We told her and somehow it came up that we were from such a large clan. Well, when the cabby found out I was #7 of all girls, she said to me, “You know, you’d be worshipped as a goddess in some cultures?”
Me: What? What! What?!
She went on to explain that there are, in fact, groups of people who worship the seventh daughter of seven daughters. Did I know about that?
Me: No, San Fran cab driver, I did not know any such thing!
So, I turned to sister #6 sitting next to me and said, “Are you hearing this? I’m a goddess!”
And my loving sister serenely nodded and replied, ”Yep. I knew that.”
And I’m all, “Are you freakin’ kidding me? You knew I was a goddess my whole life and you never told me?”
She was a bit too casual if you ask me.
So of course when I returned back home I did a bit o’ research in an effort to discover the nature and origin of my goddess-like powers. Apparently, the seventh daughter means lucky and supreme with the reasoning being: There were seven planets in ancient astronomy, the world was created in seven days, each of the four phases of the moon lasts for seven days, seven notes on the musical scale, seven colors in the rainbow, seven is the number of wisdom, truth and harmony.
Hmm. Sounds right to me.
I also learned that if I lived in Brazil, the seventh daughter supposedly becomes a witch. Appropriate for Halloween, no? And Portugal has an entire set of folklore wrapped around the seventh child. In fact, Professor Francisco Gentil Vaz da Silva, a scholar from the University of Lisbon, has done an entire study on ethnography and folklore, resulting in a lecture entitled Seventh-Born Children in Iberian Folktales: Mythism and Everyday Life. There’s a lot in his lecture to be worried about including my association with the dead and who my godparents are, but I’m choosing to ignore all of that.
Apparently, if I had seven daughters of my own, my #7 would be especially powerful. She would possess the supernatural power of second sight. Unfortunately, I have no children, let alone seven, let alone seven girls, so the odds of me producing a super powerful goddess are quite low but after discovering my goddess-ness I have made a concerted effort to convince my friend and fam that I am a real live goddess and should be treated as such.
Admittedly, that’s not going so well. My dog is especially unimpressed. But I continue to forge ahead, goddess or not.
So, do I really believe all this? (shrug) I’m not sure. My mom—who is admittedly a bit hyperbolic—does claim that she ran into a psychic before I was born who told her she was meant to have one more child even though mom had been scheduled to go in for surgery to have her tubes tied. Yep, that didn’t happen.
But whether I’m a witch or a healer, here’s the good news. At least I’m not the seventh son of a seventh son. That guy apparently turns into a werewolf.
So, tell me, how many children are in your family? Boys and girls? Any other goddesses out there?
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