These are some of my favorite Myths about our beginnings and just some things to hopefully let people understand the ways a little better. If you have any you would like to submit to my page please e-mail. Bageria And I'll see if I can fit them in.
Between the Worlds
Alone, awesome, complete within herself, the goddess, She whose name can not be spoken, floated in the abyss of the outer darkness, before the beginning of all things. And as she looked into the curved mirror of black space, She saw by her own light her radiant reflection, and fell in love with it. She drew it forth by the power that was in her and made love to herself, and called her "Miria, the wonderful".
Their ecstasy burst forth in the single song of all that is, was, or will be, and with the song came forth motion, waves that poured outward and became all the spheres and the circles of the worlds. The Goddess became filled with love, swollen with love, and she gave birth to a rain of spirits that filled the worlds and became all beings.
But in that great movement, Miria was swept away, and as she moved out from the goddess she became more masculine. First she became the Blue God, the gentle, laughing god of love. Then she became the Green one, vine-covered, rooted in the earth, the spirit of all growing things. At last she became the Horned God, the hunter, whose face is the ruddy sun and yet dark as death. But always desire draws him back toward the Goddess so that he circles her eternally, seeking to return in love.
All began in love: all seeks to return to love. Love is law,
Teacher of wisdom, and the great revealer of mysteries.
Spiraldance: Starhawk
In love, the Horned God, changing form and changing face, ever seeks the Goddess. In this world, the search and the seeking appear in the Wheel of the Year.
She is the Great Mother who gives birth to him as the divine child Sun at the winter solstice. In spring, He is sower and seed who grow with the growing light, green as the new shoots. She the Nymph, seductress. In summer, when light is longest, they meet in union, and the strength of their passion sustains the world. But the God's face darkens as the sun grows weaker, until at last when the grain is cut for harvest, he too sacrifices Himself to self that all may be nourished. She is the reaper, the grave of earth to which all must return. Throughout the long nights and darkening days, He sleeps in her womb; in dreams, He is Lord of death who rules the Land of Youth beyond the gates of night and day. His dark tomb becomes the womb of rebirth, for at Mid winter she again gives birth to him. The cycle ends and begins again. And the Wheel of the Year turns on and on.
Also from SpriralDance:Starhawk
