"A great portent appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars. She was pregnant and was crying out in birth pangs, in the agony of birth." Revelations 12:1-2
Revelations is psychedelic. The imagery is fantastic.
But who is this pregnant sky-woman? The mother of God? The church? Israel?
I'm inclined to think all of the above. And something else, something that exists in the space between the lines of the story.