Happy Ostara, Everybody! Happy Easter, as you may be used to calling the day! Nothing like a sacred whore to celebrate the holy season, so today I’m writing about two of the most famous ever, Pomba Gira and Mary Magdalene. Neo-Pagans in general seem to have a special affinity for both of these women, probably because they are real, they have sex, they help people, they don’t make excuses. There are some differences, however. I’m not proposing a celebrity death match between the two, but they are definitely opposite sides of the same sensual Goddess coin.
Pomba Gira is hot stuff. She is a Brazilian Umbanda Orixa (divine spirit) of the streets, of the ghettos, of the people. She is brazen, very often depicted bare breasted and sporting a necklace of skulls, giving new meaning to the word bling. In my book Voodoo and Afro-Caribbean Paganism, I note her “prowess is invaluable in removing obstacles blocking your path toward love and happiness. She undulates with joy and mirth.” I know one group of strippers who set up a shrine to her backstage, and she granted them wealth and success for every dollar they stuffed into her spiritual g-string. She understands the importance of money and what women sometimes have to do to survive. There are many different avatars of Pomba Gira. Pomba Gira Mundo, world spinner who keeps the world turning on its axis. Pomba Gira Maria Padhilha (shown here), based on a woman in living memory who embodied these qualities so much she became deified. There is a Pomba Gira Siete Encruzadas, the goddess of the seven crossroads. This is an Orixa, or goddess for lack of a better term, that celebrates all her powers: her sensuality, her strength, her wisdom.
Mary Magdalene has stories about washing feet and a wicked past, while Pomba Gira is “possibly evil, definitely dangerous,” according to the book Holy Harlots by Kelly E Hayes. She has also taken on modern media and is a frequent feature in popular telenovelas (soap operas). They prove, however, that you can’t keep a good woman, nee goddess figure, down. Maybe, this Easter season, take some time to celebrate these misunderstood powerful women, and recast them in the history of your mind. The egg is after all a symbol of new beginnings and transformation.