Experiencer

Before college, I had already become a cow worshipper. How does a non religious girl in Maryland become a cow worshipper? I have no idea. I just fell in love with cows, their gentleness, their superpower of creation and generosity. They give and give, and we humans just take: milk, butter, cheese, ice cream, so many things that make life worth living. And then we kill them for their meat. It just feels wrong. When I discovered the goddess in college, I realized the cow was the ultimate goddess. The cow is the epitome of the feminine: generous, nourishing, comforting, peaceful, and sacrificial. Overlooked.

Then I discovered Hathor in a crossover class of Women’s Studies and Anthropology. My sweet spot was where cultural anthropology, women’s studies, and religion all met, a trifecta of inspiration.

When I encountered Hathor, a cow goddess, I had a visceral reaction, as if I had been waiting to hear her name my entire life. A cow goddess? How had I never heard of her before? There was no internet in those days, so googling “cow” and “goddess” was not an option.

Hathor represented everything I loved: dance, love, birth, pleasure, death, and inebriation. She was connected to Isis, who wore her horns, and she was part of a trinity with Bast, a black cat goddess, and Sekhmet, a fierce lioness. She is recognizable by her full face, not a profile. She became my idol. I identified with her so deeply that my first Hotmail account was Hathor1320.

One time, an Egyptian exhibit came to Portland, and I had what could only be called a religious experience. I didn’t know much about Sekhmet yet, but the exhibit had a few of her enormous statues, seated on her throne. When I saw them, I literally got on my knees and started weeping. That was not normal behavior for me (at the time anyhow).

When I saw the etched scarabs called cowroids, their images emblazoned on my mind. I became obsessed with these images. The etchings resemble Hathor, but some of them also have an alien quality. I can’t help wondering if Hathor and extraterrestrial life entities somehow began to merge in cultural memory.

Here are some cowroids for reference.

Years later, when I was working in a New Age bookstore, I noticed a popular title called The Hathor Material. I was excited to see her name, but surprised when the author claimed Hathor was a collective energy channeled through voice and sound. He described them as the frequency of love and light. That sounded sweet, but it freaked me out.

People were no longer speaking of the earthen goddess of dance and joy I had fallen in love with in college. They spoke of cosmic beings, channeled entities, “Hathor beings” of love and light. At first, this fascinated me, but it also unsettled me. I had loved Hathor as an ancient presence on Earth, not as an otherworldly visitor.

I remained a Hathor devotee, but now I was deep down the UFO and UAP rabbit hole. I had been researching the phenomenon for over a year when I discovered Chris Bledsoe and his Hathor story.

I nearly spit out my tea when I heard him say that his visitation was from the divine feminine, and that she called herself Hathor. He comes across as a very Christian man, so where did this come from? He can summon orbs at will, it is kind of his thing. What really freaked me out was the image of Hathor he shared- is it just me or does she look like Hillary Clinton? The image of Hathor I hold is not even close to this whitewashed representation. Bledsoe also claims that next Easter Christ will rise again, so…

Interestingly, some UFO researchers have drawn connections between Hathor and figures like L. Ron Hubbard, Jack Parsons, and Aleister Crowley, exploring overlaps between ancient goddesses, modern occult practices, and extraterrestrial phenomena.

Other researchers are exploring the idea of the divine feminine as a plasma intelligence, a force or awareness that exists beyond the Earth yet carries the qualities of the goddesses I have always felt and cherished.

And that’s the stuff I love. The threads between the ancient and the modern, the earthly and the cosmic, the sacred feminine showing up in ways we cannot always explain. It makes me wonder what the goddess has in store for us, what currents of power and insight are still waiting to emerge if we only pay attention.

All of this makes me wonder. Hathor has been with me for decades, showing up in ways both earthly and mysterious. From ancient cowroids to Egyptian temples, from my college textbooks to UFO circles, she persists.

Her story has been obscured, transformed, and sometimes erased, yet her presence endures. The holy cow, the divine bovine. It makes me question what else has been hidden from us, what truths about the feminine, the cosmos, and the nature of reality are waiting to be remembered.