I dedicate this book to the countless women that have helped shape my perception, in modern times, of the divine Goddess, that helped me to write this book. So, I reminisce, to express these words.
 
      I would also like to send a special dedication to my friend Joyce Scott. A woman that inspired me to see beyond, who spent many hours of her time writing me letters and striving to bring faith to me when I needed it the most. She gave me a living picture of the Goddess who appeared to me, in my time of despair, as she allowed me to see the bigger picture. One that had me look beyond the frame of my mental bars.
 
     There is another woman to whom I owe more than could possibly be expressed in these few words. Niaisa, my daughter, whose own femininity and force of womanly character made me take pause, to see her as a Goddess-- ambitious, beautiful, and independent. She has always kept it real with me. Even though I had been absent in her childhood years. Yet, our bond as father and daughter is firmly sealed by ties of affection and natural affinity. The patience and generosity with which, over umpteen years, she has shown me, not only in support of my ideals, but by constantly telling me to stay the course. Indeed, it was her encouragement that forced me to see beyond myself. This is the reason I stayed the course to bring this book to completion. Now, the Goddesses History is complete. The Universe has compelled me to write by providing me with material as books about Goddesses mysteriously found their way into my hands. Therefore, I acknowledge my relationship to the Goddess who saw that I needed her in life during my times of need. So, I need to acknowledge the lives of these women (“The Goddesses”). Because they reflect not only my own magnanimity, but certainly, also the soul of the force, helped shape my thinking, and whose intimate friendship forced my pen hand to write. And all throughout the most trying times of my life, those intensively lived decades of my life these Goddesses guided me.
 
        So, common sense tells me that my involvement with these women preserved my life. I also learned that the Goddess must be arrived at, in a way, that conforms with my heart. So intimate, I admit, is the association of my feelings and heart that it is safe to write that, whenever I find a woman of like thoughts (like-minded), with that divine spark in her soul, I may confidently call her my Goddess. In the religions of our civilized societies as well as in those that were not religious of the past, women of such breath and beauty were worshiped at the knees. These women were seen as Goddesses, our Queen, our wife, and our baby mothers. Yet, it has always been a mystery to me, and remains, how so many women cannot see themselves honored by the expression of being called a Goddess. Thus, I offer: without you women, there wouldn’t be a me. Nor would there be a people to build civilization. Cling to those words and allow them to help you see yourself as much more than a mere woman. And know that there are men like me in this world, who are grateful for even the dirt beneath your feet. This is how a Goddess must be appreciated.