By Lucille Alabaster
What if the Bible had a missing gospel?
Not one written by men, kings, or scribes—
But one whispered through wombs, wrapped in incense, and hidden behind veils?
This is not the gospel of guilt.
Not the gospel of obedience.
This is the gospel of the forbidden feminine—
the version they feared would survive.
Because it didn’t condemn desire.
It didn’t fear the serpent.
It worshipped her.
The Forbidden Feminine Speaks
She speaks in books burned and scrolls buried.
She appears in every myth and miracle:
- Lilith, the unsilenced
- Mary Magdalene, the anointed
- Eve, the awakened
- Isis, the resurrector
- Sophia, the wisdom drowned in patriarchy
She’s not a sinner.
She’s the source.
What Would Her Gospel Say?
It wouldn’t begin with “In the beginning, there was the Word.”
It would begin:
“In the dark, there was the Womb.
And the Womb held the Word.”
It would speak of:
- Sex as sacrament
- Blood as memory
- The body as scripture
- The serpent as teacher
- The lover as reflection of the divine
There would be no war between flesh and spirit.
No shame in the breast, the hips, the howl.
No hierarchy. Only union.
Why It Was Buried
Because it made the divine too accessible.
Because it didn’t need a priest—just breath, body, and will.
Because it made women oracles, not objects.
And because it whispered:
“You are not fallen. You are forming.”
Signs the Gospel Still Lives
- In the way your hips sway without permission
- In the tears you cry for reasons you can’t explain
- In the dreams where you remember being sacred
- In the way your body says yes while the world says shame
The gospel lives in your bones.
In your altar.
In your bloodline.
And in every spell you cast that says:
I am whole, I am holy, I am hers.
“I didn’t reject their gospel. I wrote my own.”
—Lucille Alabaster
